1: Of my Musalmān friends
To me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s husband spoke up again. “Woah, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. There’s no way I’d let you doing that in front of everybody. That’s too crazy, even for us!”
“What baby? You’re joking right? Let her husband come on, Hey, you, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s pride man, come on, fuck me! I know you’ve wanted to fuck me normally and then do anal too for like ever! She has managed successfully to give me to you as a gift from her. If I wanted I could still defeat her disclosing a secret of both of you, you don’t want to be disclosed. However, I won’t do it. When I play a game I play it fair.” she said, clearly getting impatient and obviously horny.
She waved her round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass back and forth, continuing to flash everybody with her pink, puffy beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān Cunt and waiting Iraqi Årab Musalmān asshole.
“No, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. Sorry. I’m not letting you do this.” Her husband said, turning to me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, revealing a tent in my pants. “We’re out. You guys win.”
“What baby?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around. “No way! I want to win. Just let him fuck me right now!” she said, walking towards me and pressing her perky Iraqi Årab Musalmān breasts into my chest.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān‘s husband groaned audibly as I felt her Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass, but remained resilient. “Sorry, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. You can have sex later with him if you want to. I can’t let you do it in front of your friends.” he said.
I was leaning in to kiss her due to her own and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s constant pressure.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān whispered to me.
“Fuck me, otherwise I would disclose on everyone that you are her stepfather in law, Durgesh, not her husband, Al Muħammad Al Raħmān. And she has sucked your Uncut Hindu Lund knowing very well that you are Durgesh.”
I doubted Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān suspected it.
She was determined to take advantage of it as well.
Now she was blackmailing me clearly.*
“I’m glad that you feel for me that way, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. However, you don’t need to blackmail me for I fuck you. I myself want to fuck you and always wanted to.”
“I don’t believe you.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān looked at me incredulously, “If we both wanted to fuck each other really, none could have stopped us ever.”
“None at all.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān winked at me, “I am a free woman. And I never compromise that anyone can dictate me ever what I should do and what I should not.”
“Really? What about your husband?”
“He is too loyal to me to object.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said proudly, “When he proposed me I told him clearly that I loved you, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire educated intelligent Musalmān Beauties. We can’t compromise to have an ever-backward Musalmān husband that always craves to live in a world of one thousand five hundred years ago. Most of the Musalmīn, however much they are educated, almost always tend to that life ultimately, sooner or later.”
“I’m sorry that your experiences about Musalmān husbands are so rotten. I have different experiences.”
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān laughed sarcastically.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā, had warned me that you are too over human to Pseudo Musalmīn even.”
“I can’t believe that you too are an anti-Muslim.”
“The ultimate leader of us Musalmān Beauties, your present Chief Musalmān Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, warned me you term every critic of Musalmān husbands an anti Muslim. Well, we the followers of the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, are not exactly anti Muslim. We are actually anti Musalmān husband.”
“Because you are obsessed with a Hindu husband/lover.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says you say that to please your countless Musalmān fathers in law, brothers in law, sālās I mean, your Musalmān cousins and your filthy rich Musalmān friends that pay you a heavy amount monthly regularly to have your sex services as their family Sex Therapist.”
“Isn’t it a fact that you have countless Musalmān fathers in law, countless Musalmān brothers in law, sālās I mean, Musalmān cousins and your filthy rich Musalmān friends that pay you a heavy amount monthly regularly to have your sex services as their family Sex Therapist?”
“I have.” I admitted, “But it doesn’t mean…”
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān laughed melodically.
“I’m sorry to say, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, that you aren’t doing anything good to them by closing your eyes towards their harmful activities towards entire humanity either knowingly or unknowingly. It’s an Indian National Congress culture, not Hindu culture actually.”*
As we boarded the ship walking to our staterooms, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam turned, hugged me whispered into my ear,
“I love you so much Durgesh. Thank you I had a lovely night.”
She reached up, tenderly brushed her lips against mine and lingered parting her mouth as her tongue crept into my waiting lips.
Our embrace lasted for just a few moments but felt as if nothing else existed.
Rāħīlah Sultān too kissed me on my lips as well saying her good night and smiled telling me as we continued our walk toward Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s cabin,
“Good night and yes I will take very good care of our little angel tonight.”
I watched as they entered and closed the door.
A nightcap would be nice to end this night, so I headed to the bar.
Much to my surprise, the closer I got to the bar, the more noise I heard.
As the door swung open and I entered, Al Noor Al Islam said,
“Welcome to the party, Durgesh! Can I get you a juice?”
I nodded yes as I scanned the room seeing the entire crew was there and from the looks of it, and been parting for quite a while.
Al Noor Al Islam handed me a juice, my usual, as she pulled me into the fray.
Turning to face me, she immediately started swaying along with the music.
I took a gulp of my drink, looked at the sexy Musalmān body in front of me and glanced over my shoulder, seeing no one close; I tossed my glass and reached to pull Al Noor Al Islam into my body.
As we danced, we began to grope each other.
She reached up to the buttons on my shirt and ripped them off as if her intent was to rape me.
One of the sailors, not sure which one said,
“Now the party really begins!”
No sooner has he yelled out those words the crew went wild tearing, pulling yanking their clothing off and in seconds, everyone was nude.
There were people from other ships, shore people and all were getting a good old-fashioned buzz on.
Al Noor Al Islam had taken her top and skirt off dancing in her bra and panties.
Her beautifully erect breasts were swaying back and forth, up and down almost hypnotizing me to where I could not look away.
“I am showing you mine, how about showing me yours?”
Without giving a thought, I unfastened my pants, stepping out of them as they hit the floor and suddenly Amīnah placed another juice into my hand.
Moving past me and standing behind Al Noor Al Islam, she reached around Al Noor Al Islam and cupped her tits lifting and squeezing as if to tempt me to bury my face into the huge Musalmān cleavage.
Al Noor Al Islam’s tits were clearly natural and had to be an E-cup standing out from her narrow waist with no noticeable sag.
There could be no wonder her shirts had always looked a size or two to small.
“What do you think of these beautiful mountains? I personally love them and when we are fucking, I can’t help tying them up and abusing these beautiful nipples.”
“Who would not want to titty-fuck them?” I said.
Amīnah suggested we go to their cabin and see what happens.
As we walked out of the bar, I noticed that everyone had gone into full party mode.
Women being double-teamed, a few more woman-on-woman and yes a few of the men were clearly plating boy –on- boy,
Clearly not my thing.
When we reached their cabin, and the door opened, Al Noor Al Islam walked over to the closet and opened it.
Going into the back of the closet, she brought out a few different whips, cattails, and paddles.
I felt right at home.
Amīnah looked at me and said,
“Would you like to have the honor of tying the slut on the cross or do you want me to, Master?”
Feeling right at home, I stepped toward Al Noor Al Islam who had already placed her hands into the restraints awaiting her Dom to complete the process.
After her hands were strapped in, I leaned down biting her neck on down to her e-cup tits biting hard on them to stimulate and tease.
I stood, walked to a chair and sat down telling Amīnah to pour us a drink and to sit on my lap when she brought our drinks.
While Amīnah sat on my lap, I played with her B-cup breasts with one hand, as I teased her clit with the other.
She slowly stroked it by her tantalizing movements raising and lowering her beautiful Musalmān ass on my lap.
We verbally teased Al Noor Al Islam by telling her how good it felt by teasing each other and how we were going take our time as to how we would abuse her taking turns on the punishment to her restrained body.
Then she quickly handed me the remote.
Turning the egg on to the lowest setting caused Al Noor Al Islam to moan a little more than she had been.
I turned the egg all the way to high, and set the remote on the table.
I wondered how it could be any better than this.
I stood and walked toward Al Noor Al Islam on the cross; I tweaked her clit and brought screams of pleasure and pain.
Amīnah crawled in behind me, using her amazing tongue to trace around my asshole as her hands pried the cheeks apart.
I never liked these type of activities.
These were primitive under evolved animal activities actually.
Nevertheless, to the further evolution of these underevolved womankind I had to compromise to some extent with them.
Their life was somewhat sluttish.
To uplift them, it was necessary to win their confidence, first.
Most of the sophisticated males hated them.
Nevertheless, hatred wasn’t any solution of it.
Such sophisticated persons criticized me vehemently for my such Pavmān Som activities.
I never agreed with such over pious critics.
They never understood:
‘Ut dévā avhitam dévā unnayathā punah,
utāgashchakrusham dévā dévā jīvayathā punah.’
And, Divine ones! Divine ones4! Make him to live again, who hath done evil5.’
- Ved: 1 R’gved: 10|137|1, 4 Atharv Ved: 4|13|1, Maitrāyañī Samhitā 4|14|31, Paippalād Samhitā: 5|18|1
It was actually a travesty of Islam.
It was an Årab Imperialism actually.
Original Islam wasn’t any Imperialism at all.
It was a movement against everything evil and harmful to humankind.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
It was just past midnight.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now 19 and an adult acting on her own accord.
She took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.
We danced a slow loving embrace.
After we danced, she said,
“Durgesh, take me to your bed.”
I led her down the stairwell toward my stateroom, when we were standing outside the door; she said, “Carry me to our bed.”
I opened the door, picked her up into my arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down.
“Just a Moment.”
She stood up and said,
“I know you like to play rough and so here I am you can do whatever you like starting right now. Ammī said you like to tear clothing and to use force, so do whatever you want. Take me anyway any hole anything you want, I am your slut, if you don’t accept me too your respected wife, as you have kindly honored my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān!”
“Nonsense! I never dishonored any Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age. If she is steady to choose me as her sex partner, I never dishonor her ultimate decision to oblige me. You have to think, once more at least, whether it’s a temporary lust or life decision.”
She watched me teasingly.
“If I say it’s only a temporary lust you won’t oblige me?”
“Never. Nevertheless, I’d try to explain to you its consequences. You don’t have experience enough to anticipate them clearly.”
“Ammī said you are ever best in sex.”
“I see. You want sex?”
“I love sex even more than my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān does. I love to watch you both when you fuck my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“You never caught me, while my Ammī did.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled.
“I can’t believe you.”
“You have to. You have the utmost handsome unique Uncut Hindu Penis. My Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān has an utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I love to watch your utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
“I can’t blame you.” I sighed, “Even your Abbū, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah, watches it immensely fascinated when I fuck your extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“Why do you still call her ‘Bhābhījān’, while she never accepted any platonic relationship with you ever?” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me, teasingly.”
“My relationship with anyone doesn’t depend on what s/he thinks of me. It depends on what s/he actually needs from me. I am a Sex Therapist actually that’s curing your Ammī from her mental sickness.”
“A very good pretext to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies without getting any guilty psychosis.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam winked at me, “Ammī praises you for it. You fuck almost entire beautiful educated Musalmān houseladies yet you are never guilty for it because you never fuck them to enjoy sex with them. You always fuck them to cure them from their mental sickness. Wow! I can’t blame the Musalmīn that they never believed you. Who the hell would ever?”
I had to stop and think about what was about to happen.
I reached down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and forced my tongue into her waiting mouth as my hands reached around and found her open back gown.
I ripped as fast and hard as I could.
I tore the gown from back to front and up and down her body.
I knelt in front of my little princess, I slowly removed the remaining pieces of her torn gown and everywhere I pulled cloth, I replaced with a tinder kiss.
As I removed the cloth from her breasts, I kissed licked and squeezed her nipples.
The areolas were a shade darker than her golden brown skin with the perky nipples pointing up at an angle as if to stare at the dim lights above us.
Each kiss, twist or nibble she would moan and shiver as if she was ready to orgasm, but holding back.
Then she started talking between each labored breath saying,
“Durgesh, I am a good girl but the time is right, and look out because I will be so good at being bad!” she added, “Ammī told me you would be pleased if you were my first and I hope she was right!”
I froze when those words sank into my head.
I looked up at her and said,
“May I look at one of your tapes to see what your Ammī was thinking before we go any farther?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Ammī thought you would want to know and she said if this night came then I was to give you this tape.”
She walked toward the desk.
She picked up a tape that was on it and placed it in the VRC.
Then she walked back to the bed, lay down, and made room for me.
It was Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, telling me that she had trained Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, as best she could from where she was and hoped that I would finish that training.
She added that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would fill me in on all the details, but not tonight.
I turned toward the beauty in the bed with me and kissed her genteelly but with more passion than a father and daughter should.
I as moved from her lips to her cheeks placing kisses as I went.
I nibbled her ears, trailing down her slender neck and once again her breasts.
They seemed to be so sensitive to my touch.
My hands were slowly tracing from her tits down to her sides.
I was making love to every part of her young tender Musalmān body.
I massaged her legs I tried to resist touching her most secret place, but the moister was clearly flowing and adding her scent to the pleasure, was making my traveling more difficult.
I placed my left hand on her clean-shaven perfect Musalmān mound and almost came from the darling softness of it.
When she would try to grind I would stop with the pressure and then she would whimper but stop trying to force my actions.
I reached her knees and continued to apply gentle kisses over every inch of her pushing her toward the edge.
When she stopped grinding, I would start once again press on her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock that was never too far from that magic little pleasure dome until she would start to grind again.
I knew that her frustration was building and I wanted her to enjoy the release when I finally allowed her.
She had been on a sacred Islamic mission and had used even a drug, Viagra, on me to entice the mood.
And I was playing with her, as my way of saying, do not do that.
A lesson she would learn soon to me again.
I slowly kissed my way back up her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and spreading her legs as I did.
When I was about an inch from her young virgin extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I stopped all movement, just looked at the swollen pink lips of her Musalmān labia.
And gently allowed my breath to sweep across her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Using my left hand, I pulled up on the hood that covered her perfect Musalmān clit and let the airflow over it.
Shivering as if an earthquake was engulfing her, she started to beg for more, crying out for more.
When suddenly I covered her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my male Hindu mouth and shot my passionate kiss onto her with one swift movement.
She screamed and came at that very Moment.
Her legs clamped together around my head and bestowed my mouth with the sweetest young fresh unkissed extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
As she was in cum mode her juices were flowing so heavy that my Uncut Hindu Cock was bathing in it all.
My Uncut Hindu Cock still had very little contact with her perfect Musalmān clit and I knew that I was going to make her my own forever once I finished.
She would also tell everyone:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Her legs started to relax as she came down and in her mind.
She had had the best orgasm ever, but I was not done.
I grabbed her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and forced them apart.
I moved up about half an inch and clamped down on her perfect Musalmān clit.
Her cum was coming again.
She screamed and went silent with no movement at all.
She had passed out.
That was now my Specialty.
They claimed only Durgesh can take anyone’s virginity without harming her even infinitesimal.
They believed it so much that the entire medical experts were suggesting now everyone to hire me medically to do it perfectly.
Every educated rich family that could afford my fee was arranging it without any fail.
“If you really love your daughter, call Durgesh to take her virginity perfectly medically and let her remain in Durgesh’s constant medical observation for at least one year so that she can be habitual of perfect sex.”
It gave birth to the Inaugural Honeymoon with every Just eighteen Just Adult I took whose virginity.
When she started moving I looked at her, tears were running down her cheeks.
She looked at me and asked,
“What happened, Durgesh? Did I miss anything? Did we fuck?”
My answer was,
“Not yet exactly, my Princess. I wanted you to be awake and conscious when that happens, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” I added, “Please do not ever slip any drug into my food or drink again, even if you think it might help.”
Then I laughed and gave her a tender hug.
She reached down, felt the tip and said,
“Ammī showed me some things and I have practiced on some of the toys she left me and I want to try them on you if you want?”
I was not sure as to what “things” Ammī had trained her to with toys but I replied,
“As long as I can stop you if I don’t like what it is.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, smiled and said,
“Oh Durgesh, Ammī told me to never do anything to hurt you. She said you would stop me and might even get mad. I never want you to be mad at me.”
I relented and said,
“Go ahead and show me what you have learned darling girl.”
She got onto her knees and throwing her legs over my chest, started kissing me, as she moved down my body, sliding her petite frame down as her kisses covered my body.
Her skills made me think she had done this before.
If I knew her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, then she had many toys to play with.
And she stopped.
I looked at her.
She had a strange expression on her face.
I asked if everything was all right.
She asked me,
“Sweetheart,” I smiled, “it is seven inches long and about 5 inches around, why?”
She quickly answered and said, “It looks much bigger in real life than what Ammī showed me on the tape.”
I laughed and said,
“Darling, don’t let it scare you, if Ammī taught you then you will do very well.”
With that all said and done, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped her little fingers around as much as she could and I reminded her that her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s hands were larger than her own and if she did as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said she could do anything with my Uncut Hindu Cock, as her Ammī could successfully.
It was a little dry so she took her hand down and pushed two of her fingers into her wet little extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, pulled out some of her juices into her palm and then reached up and rubbed it on to my Uncut Hindu Lund to make it smooth and slippery.
I was amazed, that is what her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had always started not for the lubrication so much but because she loved to eat her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even if it was just her own.
To my surprise and pleasure, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped both hands around my Uncut Hindu Cock and inserted the mushroom head into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I closed my eyes and remembered how her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had done the very same.
Oh damn it; this had never happened with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
But out of nowhere Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, had dropped her lips all the way down to my pubic hair and without any time needed for adjustment.
I almost came right then.
I cannot remember anything as wonderful as the sight, sound, and feeling of my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock and knowing that the best was yet to come.
It continued for at least complete one hour.
And when she thought I was about to cum she would push on my taint to cause me to delay, but she never stopped with her work.
She was just like her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, only younger and more willing to take her time, never having tasted cum how she could know if she liked it.
She was about to find out.
I lost all control after about more 15 minutes and I could feel the cum building.
I reached down grabbed her hair and she knew at that point that I was not going to be able to stop until I came in her mouth.
If her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had told her the signs.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, never stopped sucking and swallowing but she just could not handle the quantity of cum, as some came out of mouth and nose but she was giving it all she had.
Naturally, she couldn’t live with her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.
He wasn’t sexually as skilled as I was.
He couldn’t give her this pleasure as well as the other ones too.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān cuckolded him consequently angrily to both of us.
After I had shot my last bit of jizz down her throat, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, cleaned off all the remaining cum from my dickhead and pubic hair just as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, used to do.
Damned Viagra anyhow.
Nevertheless, I never wanted to rest.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard using her tongue to battle mine, while constantly rubbing her nimble young Musalmān body against me.
She had a plan.
And she was not going to stop.
When her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips had found my uncut Hindu shaft, her rubbing became a downward push and grind along the length just enough to keep it from entering her but as if to jack me off.
I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.
I lifted her away from my body and somehow spun her around 180 degrees, bringing her wet tight extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again.
She once again started to stroke my cock while kissing and licking just the head, the tenderest part of my cock.
At that Moment in time, she stopped sat up, turned looking into my eyes and begged me.
“Durgesh, I can’t take it any longer!! Please fuck me! I want your Uncut Hindu Cock to fill me up and I want to feel your Hindu cum wash my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides. So you know that it is safe I have been on the pill for 2 full years, so don’t stop till you are done and abuse me anyway you choose just like you used to do with Ammī! Slap me bite me kiss me but really fuck me. I am an adult now, yār. I too need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, does. Understand? ”*
She crawled around until her hot dripping extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was above my iron Hindu rod and with one hand; she guided my Uncut Hindu rod toward her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flower, inserted the head and froze.
Her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started trembling.
“Please Durgesh, méré aur mérī Ammī, tumhārī Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, don’t move even a bit. Let your Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Cunt without any action. Let it only fill my void and let me enjoy the unique possession I have been just bestowed with. Let me feel my new unique Hindu property and savor it.”
“I never want to.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam interrupted me, “my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, never consented to lose it once she got it inside her. It’s our greatest achievement, Durgesh, hum donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you can’t understand ever. You aren’t a woman. Moreover, you aren’t a Musalmān woman.”
“Okay. Okay. Enjoy it. It’s your property now.”
“My Hindu property.”
“Yes, my dear, yes.”
“Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,” I caressed her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “my darling, my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, what the hell are you afraid of?”
“That’s already understood, mérī Jān.”
“Sure, don’t worry.”
“I promise you. Don’t worry. Never be afraid of any cheating, any betrayal. You are also my wife now forever if you never want to leave me.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed ironically.
“Musalmān husband? Nonsense. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam never allowed its followers to divorce their ardent Musalmān wife thrice at a time. It’s Kufr. It’s Kufrān-e-nåmat. Anugrah Vr’tratv in your Vedic Sanskr’t I think.”
Then she smiled and herself started to thrust.
It was immensely tight naturally.
She pushed me on my back.
I don’t know how long she fucked me.
Neither have I cared.
The main point was Al Tawaħīd Al Islam fucked me herself shamelessly as if until infinity.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam kept fucking me nonstop for entire one year.
She was too ravenous to let me fuck her.
SHE dropped completely engulfing my entire Hindu shaft to the nut sack.
Between my cum from her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the tears from her eyes, I knew that I could use and abuse this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck angel and she would not ever say stop.
It was all I could do to keep from smiling, because I knew that, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had prepared their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān daughter to please her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā and that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would always be there for her loving utmost experienced Hindu husband Durgesh along with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān too.
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Durgesh Al Nåmat Al Islam
Al Nåmat Al Islam stood at her rear door, she peaked out and looked both ways.
She didn’t know really because there was no way anyone could see her from the street at all.
She turned in her doorway and seemed to shrug her slim shoulders.
I appeared, passed her, stood on the step and faced her.
I put my arms around her waist, she put hers around my shoulders and a deep loving kiss ensued.
It was a long kiss, full of passion, full of loving, she wiggled her arm down and felt for me.
She gripped my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I moaned softly into her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mouth.
I broke the kiss and tried to push her back inside.
Al Nåmat Al Islam wouldn’t have it, she wanted to desperately, but her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would be home soon, so her Hindu lover had to go, and go now.
No, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, wasn’t impotent at all.
The only problem was his morals.
The blonde beauty was in love with me, she had been in love with me all her life.
Incongruously, strangely, she also loved her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, with all her heart.
it was a conflict she could not reconcile, and could see no way of ever relieving the pain of loving these two men the way she did.
What Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t yet know her life was to take another dramatic turn, one that would further embarrass her feeling and confuse her even more than she was now.
She gave her Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Cock one last squeeze with a promise of another tomorrow, and reluctantly pushed me away.
I smiled at her and hurried off.
I wasn’t actually afraid of her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.
He couldn’t do anything adverse to me.
He was capable.
A multi-millionaire is always capable.
Yet, I was more capable than even her husband, Muħammad Åbbās.
I was a multi zillionaire.
Moreover, I too had no desire for her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to see me here.
Al Nåmat Al Islam was a twenty eight year old blond girl from California, a true sun kissed blond beauty, skin like cream, a complexion seen only in TV advertisements, 5ft 5″ of long blond haired heaven, sexy beyond belief without flaunting it, her movements were as graceful as soft waves on a tropical shore.
Her face had a haunting quality, with azure eyes of unbelievable depth, she lured men, boys and women enticingly without effort, innocence abounded her.
Her nipples were as sensitive as the most intense instrument; a ripple could make her grip herself in aroused excitement.
They seemed to be permanently wired in to her deepest erogenous zones.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was shaven, smooth as glass, the lips soft and inviting, a succulent lure, her clit was as sensitive as her nipples, and even her neck, along with different areas of Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was in on the act.
She saw me round the corner of her home, shivered, pulled the tiny and revealing silk robe around her and went in, locked the door and hurried to have a shower.
She knew her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, would want her, he always did, one look or touch from her, and he would be at her heels like a little lap dog waiting for scraps from his mistress.
I hadn’t been at first.
She had had to lure me, entice me until I could not now find a way to resist her.
She had captured me after all these years of yearning and wanting me.
But Al Nåmat Al Islam had had to wait until she was married to get to me, I knew eventually she would get me.
I had steadfastly refused to let her embroil me; it hadn’t been until she met her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, to be, that jealousy, though well concealed, made me succumb to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān charms.
It had taken year upon year but she was determined to succeed, and succeed she had, ultimately.
When she had first started to feel the changes in her young body, at the age of twelve, changes that rang in the sprouting woman she was to become.
Al Nåmat Al Islam had always been beautiful even as a child, and now in the next three to four years, she would crystallize from the girl to the woman.
I had always been the focus of her whole life, everything she did, she did for me.
She began her 12 year effort to get me to be her man, not just her loving daddy’s Hindu friend, but the center of her life.
Even letting me see her ‘accidentally’ in her underwear, making signs, and sitting in my lap, she had always done that.
But now she had an agenda she had no control over.
All Al Nåmat Al Islam knew was that one day, she would have me all for herself, one way or another.
Her Ammī had left them for Durgesh himself, at an early age, she rarely saw her and wasn’t interested in her.
Her interest, though confusing to her young mind, was I.
Then she had met Muħammad Åbbās her to be husband.
Her allegiance never changed from me to Muħammad Åbbās.
Yet, only because Muħammad Åbbās was a Musalmān, she married him.
Al Nåmat Al Islam hated to do it, but due to Pseudo Islamic terrorist pressure Al Nåmat Al Islam found it better to have me clandestinely than openly foolishly.
They planned for marriage, had the engagement and a two year courtship.
In doing so it reignited the flame she had for me.
The wedding came and went, and 6 months after it, came the day when she could hold back no longer.
Al Nåmat Al Islam hated herself, but her control was nil the day she put her arms around me in her own kitchen, and kissed me.
It wasn’t a peck, it was a kiss.
One that stunned and thrilled me more than I had ever been stunned or thrilled.
She said to me softly and as seductively as she could,
“Durgesh, I love you, I always have you know that, don’t you? You can see and have seen sadness in me since I married Muħammad Åbbās, but I have no need to fret Durgesh. You have always been the first in my heart and you always will be. I’m here for you whenever you want me, okay?”
I smiled and told her,
“Yes Al Nåmat Al Islam I love you, you know that too, but I feel a love for you, darling.”
“I know you do Durgesh, I have the same feeling of love for you too, I have had it since I was a little girl. I still have it and it will never go away, never.”
Al Nåmat Al Islam took the plunge, one that would take her into a loving ashvinātam relationship with her beloved daddy’s Hindu friend, Durgesh. She pressed herself against me, bringing an almost instant response from me.
My Uncut Hindu Prick lurched in my pants and connected with her heating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She moaned into my Hindu mouth as we kissed again, this time she rubbed Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body across mine and I was immediately aroused to the point of no return.
Al Nåmat Al Islam had planned this all her life, but never really thought it would happen if she was truthful to herself.
She had dreamed of loving, and making love to me forever.
Who the hell didn’t?
Everyone Al Nåmat Al Islam knew, was enjoying excellent ashvinātam sex with Durgesh, never ashamed of herself.
And now she had me right where she wanted me, I was helplessly in love with Al Nåmat Al Islam, but another man’s wife!
Her arms were wrapped tight around my neck, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy ground into me.
My submission deepened with each press from her.
“Take me to bed, Durgesh, you know you have to. You need me, you need my love and I need yours,” her words killed off the last dregs of resistance I may have had.
I picked up without breaking the kiss, staggered off towards the stairs and up we went.
In her bedroom, she dropped to her knees and undid my trousers; she was desperate to see the lustful Hindu object of her desires as quickly as it was possible.
I pulled my coat and shirt off, and between us, I was naked as a jay bird in moments.
I was the proud owner of a well-endowed and even more proud Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Nåmat Al Islam was controlling me and events, and I loved it.
We joined lips once more and I squeezed her beautiful Musalmān boobs for the first time, finding and squashing a nipple, Al Nåmat Al Islam almost fell to her knees.
Pulling open and then off, her blouse revealed her beautiful Musalmān cleavage; I nicked her bra at the back and threw it away.
I bent my head and sucked in Al Nåmat Al Islam’s loudly screaming, and almost distressingly aching nipple, although the only sound to be heard were gasps and grunts from Al Nåmat Al Islam and me.
Al Nåmat Al Islam was holding my lovely Uncut Hindu Prick, she would die before she let go of it now.
Not until it was deep in her would she relinquish it.
She unhooked her skirt and dropped it to the floor, kicked off her shoes and pulled me by my provocative Hindu hard on, to her bed.
I followed and we were on it.
I looked down at stunningly beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam, leaned over her, and in I plunged.
Al Nåmat Al Islam orgasmed immediately.
She clung to the man that she had given her life to, her breath, my love.
Her love, her mind was in pieces.
Orgasm followed orgasm.
She had no time to counter any of it.
I was thudding my fabulous Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of Al Nåmat Al Islam’s hot wet and oily Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Eventually she had me trapped in her arms and legs, her face, eyes shut tight, was buried in My neck as I fucked her with an abandon of a first love’s flush.
I began to grunt, Al Nåmat Al Islam urged me to cum in her.
Muħammad Åbbās and Al Nåmat Al Islam had been trying for the last five months ever since she had come of the pill, but as yet nothing had happened.
“Oh, sure, baby, Al Nåmat Al Islam.” I smiled into her beautiful Musalmān eyes. I would surely give you what Muħammad Åbbās could never. Yet, let’s fuck more till we both are content.
After fucking Al Nåmat Al Islam endlessly, I banged into her one last time and erupted, my Hindu cum spouted out and into beautiful Al Nåmat Al Islam’s willing wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
Al Nåmat Al Islam gripped me so hard I found it difficult to breathe, but I didn’t care I had finally found the place to where I belonged.
Oh how I wished she had never married, that I had let her know how I felt.
I knew how she had felt, she had shown it to me many times, but being I, I had resisted all temptations from her, hard though they were.
I settled on to her in the most loving of ways.
Al Nåmat Al Islam was soft, warm and gentle under me.
Her breathing was heavy but sweet and even.
Her smell tantalized me, her very being made me dizzy.
But she was still Al Nåmat Al Islam, and this would have happened, ultimately.
Al Nåmat Al Islam didn’t berate herself.
Al Nåmat Al Islam had succumbed to temptation yes, but she felt inside that this was ordained, meant to be.
I raised my head slowly and looked at her lying under me, she slowly opened her huge blue eyes and nearly shot me dead with them.
Her smile told me Al Nåmat Al Islam was okay, it told me she was happy.
She was in love with me crazily, and always had been.
I smiled back boldly.
Al Nåmat Al Islam drew me down again for the kiss that cemented and confirmed that this would not be a one off thing.
My heart bounced in my chest, it was a kiss of utter love, from a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ardent woman to her Hindu man, and from a Hindu man to his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, not her father’s friend and Al Nåmat Al Islam.
Those days were over, gone forever.
Al Nåmat Al Islam kept her grip and rolled me on to my side, knees high up she held me, she was my counsel, it used to be the other way round, but no more.
Al Nåmat Al Islam had it all now, her husband, Muħammad Åbbās, her marriage, and now I had been brought into her world, the way she had always seen it in her heart.
Unusually Al Nåmat Al Islam felt not one moment of guilt, why she didn’t know, she just knew it was right.
So it was sat with her in a way that fit her life.
She was dying to suck my lovely Uncut Hindu Cock but thought it better to wait a while.
There was no need for hurrying things, it would come.
This she knew.
I peered down at her protruding nipples, fingered one then squeezed the other.
Al Nåmat Al Islam squealed inside.
They were on top form today, she thought.
Her arousal so soon after cumming the way she just had, was so heated she burst inside her chest and came once more.
My fingers found her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I hooked my middle finger in right up and past the second knuckle, my thumb found her clit. Al Nåmat Al Islam screamed out in utter passion.
But time soon passed and I had to go, she saw me off.
What she didn’t know and hadn’t seen was her neighbor’s 18 year old daughter, Firdaus , at her bedroom window, snapping away with the all singing all dancing camera she had asked for and got the day before, for her birthday.
It had the ability to take photos in semi dark conditions without having to use the flash.
She had taken about 20 successive photos of her gorgeously beautiful and very sexy neighbor kissing and definitely fondling Durgesh.
Firdaus knew without doubt who she was.
Al Nåmat Al Islam had talked to her often enough.
And the surreptitious way we had parted, her peaking me head down and scarpering around the corner, told Al Nåmat Al Islam all she would want to know.
She was having it off with Durgesh, of that there was no doubt!
The way she had felt for and smiled when she had groped and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.
And my reaction when she had.
Firdaus hurried to her computer and downloaded the pictures, when Firdaus studied them she was in awe of them.
There could be no doubt who we both were, and even more, what we were doing, it could not be denied.
Al Nåmat Al Islam might try, but already Firdaus was betting Al Nåmat Al Islam would lose if she did.
Firdaus’s next thought, what to do with them, but she already knew,
When Firdaus is eighteen only?
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Gotrbhid Mahā Bhārat
Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté
‘Jāti Pānti Poochhé Nahin Koī,
Hari ko bhajé so Hari kā Hoī’
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Ātmānand Joshī watched me carefully.
“What do you want to say?”
His wife, Åārifah Aurangzéb, also smiled looking at her husband proudly.
“You are playing communal card and dividing the house.”
“It is a lie?” Ātmānand Joshī asked his younger sister scornfully still now.
I smiled as I saw Justice Åāliyah Åbbās entered there with her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī.
“You both are still arguing?” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās interrupted.
“I entirely disagree with you, son.” Yashvardhan Joshī said, unsatisfied with his son.
“I can understand, Dad.” Ātmānand Joshī said minimizing his otherwise curt tone somewhat, “Due to the ever undue immense pride of your ever communal party, BJP, the Parliament is not working now for a noticeable time.”
“It isn’t pride, my son.” Justice Åāliyah Åbbās said, “It is the self-confidence of the world’s largest political party.
Ātmānand Joshī grimaced,
“That can’t run the activities of parliament normally.”
Justice Åāliyah Åbbās and her Member of Parliament husband, Yashvardhan Joshī, reached the beautiful sofa set and sat on the vacant sofas.
They could bear even Åārifah Aurangzéb, but not Ātmānand Joshī.
He was tremendously against Naréndr Modī.
He appreciated even Rahul Gandhi blindly.
Being an ardent admirer of Nawaz Sharif, even Åārifah Aurangzéb wanted her husband to be more rational.
“It’s now a fact, Ātmānand,” Åārifah Aurangzéb used to say now, “that BJP is in power now for entire five years, whether you like it or not. INC was in power for almost sixty years, yet at even its peak popularity days, none of you thought to make INC the world’s largest political party ever.”
“Nonsense, you are frustrated.” Åārifah Aurangzéb admonished her husband, “Naréndr Modī is really trying his best to ease the border problems of India.”
Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled sadly.
“I’ll say I am. I came down here to investigate my industries surreptitiously without alarming the criminal conspirator elements working there secretly. Nevertheless I think they were more cunning than I thought.”
“They have fabricated it on you?”
“I don’t have another explanation now. I’ve asked Durgesh to come here to save me and my industrial empire from these ever scheming unknown enemies of mine.”
Al Shafaq Al Nasīr smiled forlornly.
“I’d already warned you, Al Saåādat Al Islam.”
“You thought you were smarter than your ever dirty enemies.”
“You mean my millions?”
“Nonsense,” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr laughed caustically, “I too have millions yet I never let any conspiracy flourish against me in my empire.”
“You were smarter to have Durgesh with you right ab initio.”
Al Shafaq Al Nasīr smiled cunningly.
She watched herself proudly.
In late twenties, Al Shafaq Al Nasīr weighed a hundred and fifty.
“Yes,” Al Nādir Al Ghāzī agreed, “yet it develops femininity too.”
“Nonsense. The most of the Islamic warriors were Panjvaqtah Namāzī. Do you want to say all of them were more feminine than they were masculine? You must be crazy, my dear brother.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr looked at him scornfully, “Only because you and your semi impotent friends can’t afford to be Panjvaqtah Namāzī, you claim it develops more femininity than masculinity? Shame on you.”
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī smiled patronizingly.
“I’m sorry, sister. Yet you are entirely wrong. ‘My semi impotent friends’ to use your rude words, and myself, never escaped from our Panjvaqtah Namāz. We gave zakāt too. Yet we never developed masculinity in our bodies and emotions.”
“You should have found some appropriate psychiatrist and medical specialist and consulted for your emotional and physical shortcomings.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr said.
“And you think we haven’t done it?”
“Of course we have. Yet our entire attempts to gain our normal masculinity in our emotions and bodies always backfired.”
“I can’t believe it, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.”
“Believe it or not, nevertheless it’s true. Wallāh.”
“You can’t have normal sex with any woman?”
“What about your friends?”
“They are also suffering from the same sexual incompetence problems somewhat less or more. That is why we are friends, actually.”
“You and your friends enjoy licking female sexual organs after Durgesh has sex with them, instead of yourselves having sex with them?”
“You and your friends are mentally sick more than physically.”
“We know. Nevertheless, we can’t do anything about it.”
“Ever talked with Durgesh?”
“What did he advise?”
“He says we should read Al Qur’an Al Karīm every time whenever we want to deviate from normal sex.”
“That’s excellent.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr beamed at Al Nādir Al Ghāzī, “A Hindu sex therapist, a Hindu psychiatrist, as Durgesh is, advising a Musalmān to do tilāwat Al Qur’an Al Karīm to get rid of his sexual incompetence! Allah Māshā Allah Subħān Allah!”
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I said gravely.
“I had to finish with that scene while I was in the mood to take part in it.”
“Once more.” Sabīħah Pervez smiled.
“Sure. You’ve enjoyed the scene already in your life physically first. Haven’t you?”
I squeezed her young beautiful gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
“It isn’t necessary that the every scene I write is based on my own experience.”
“Yet, most of them are.”
“Yes,” I started fucking Sabīħah Pervez myself too now, “Most of them are. Your visit is going to throw me all out of gear. Your police detective was bad enough. You are going to be worse.”
Sabīħah Pervez winked at me.
“I deputed a beautiful lady inspector. She said she never enjoyed such an excellent sex even with her husband.”
“Well,” I smiled cunningly, “Inspector Shāhidah Aslam was excellent sexually. I should be grateful to you.”
“You are being already. It’s the best way to be grateful to a young lady deputy distinct attorney.”
“Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam said she already had a Hindu lover, A.C.P. Vikrānt Pratāp, despite her Musalmān husband, Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf. Nevertheless she seduced me to the extent I needed sex very much with Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam.”
“So what? Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf loves Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam so much that he refuses to divorce her.”
“Knowing that his wife even sleeps with A.C.P. Vikrānt Pratāp?”
“Yes. Inspector Ħamīd Ashraf is not a handsome man. He is an ugly rough and tough man. He can’t afford to divorce his extremely beautiful wife, Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam.”
“I didn’t realize you’d be working so late.”
“I work all the time, the later the better.”
“I see.” Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled.
I kept fucking her.
“I think a man does his best work when those around him are asleep.” I waved my arm in a sweeping gesture that included a quarter circle of generalization, “I mean the people in the city. There’s a lot of telepathy. The entire infinite creations themselves are irrevocably interlinked with each other whether someone likes it or not. It’s immune to anyone’s approval. A terrorist was released from Jammu and Kashmir. The entire India opposed it tremendously. Then the other countries too started to oppose it. The mass pressure was such tremendous that it worked to a chain of events that resulted into the arrest of the Jammu and Kashmir terrorist again under Public Safety Act.”
Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, said nothing.
She kept smiling and enjoy my utmost popular ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and listening to me.
“Taking advantage of the release of Jammu and Kashmir terrorist, Pakistan had too released a Pakistani terrorist. The entire globe opposed it. Now the rearrest of Jammu and Kashmir terrorist is causing pressure on Pakistan to rearrest Pakistani terrorist too. I’m not referring to individual telepathy, group telepathy instead. Mind beating on mind, chaining everyone into a convention of business humdrum. What do you want?”
“I’ve thrown you out of the mood for further work?” Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled seductively.
I increased my pace of fucking her.
“Not out of the mood for work. Out of sympathy with the script. Here are characters facing a dramatic moment in their lives. We can’t put anything like that across on the screen unless the characters are real. We can’t tell whether they are real unless we sympathize with them, unless we open a door and walk right into their lives. That’s a subjective thought, intuition, telepathy, auto-hypnotism. Call it whatever you want to. Now you are here. You are objective. I’ve got to talk with you objectively. You pretend you want information.”
“Sure. How the hell can I be sure you aren’t laying a trap for me? We are in the opposite fences. You are a Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, while I am a defense lawyer.”
Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, squeezed her vaginal muscles around my embedded to the hilt ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Are you telling me that you have got to watch yourself to keep from committing yourself by some inadvertent statement?”*
I was playing with her gorgeous plump Musalmān buttocks as well.
“No. I am cautious to keep from saying something you can misconstrue and throw back at me later on.”
“Your Lady Inspector Shāhidah Aslam was. She fucked me, let me enjoy tremendously fucking her as well, yet simultaneously she threw the out of my stride for a whole half day. What do you want now beside your present sexual satisfaction, I mean?”
“You are carrying your cars’ insurance?”
“Of course. HVSI is never so negligent.”
“This accident makes me interested in it.”
“I see. How?”
“Your legal liability, whether the automobile was being used with your consent, express or implied.”
“Sure. She was a hitchhiker.”
“You gave her lift?”
“How did it happen you were driving your own car, instead of some commando bodyguard?”
“Isn’t it necessary for you to inform HVSI security as soon as you project your new body?”
“Sure, but I didn’t have time”
“You said that Al Saåādat Al Islam was standing there while your car passed her with a smooth hiss of power, a mere whisper of speed as it rocketed past, intent upon overtaking and passing the four cars ahead. Then you blazed the rear light of your car into red, weaved slightly as the brakes slowed the big car to a stop.”
“Al Saåādat Al Islam glanced behind her to make certain the road was clear and started to run.”
“Al Saåādat Al Islam glanced behind her, I saw that. Yet I don’t know what she had in her mind. I can’t testify to that.”
“She could have another purpose?”
“I don’t know.”
Deputy Distinct Attorney, Sabīħah Pervez, smiled enjoying my already immensely hardened, yet still continually hardening, thickening and lengthening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Al Saåādat Al Islam ran as a gesture. She hoped you would back up. You did. She noticed you matched the arrogant luxury of the car in every way, an utmost handsome man, somewhere between twenty eight and thirty six, with dark impudent eyes that shifted from her face to her legs as she climbed in beside you. You were wearing a dinner jacket, under a lightweight black topcoat. The hand on the gearshift lever was soft skinned. The nails were well manicured, A diamond ring glittered on the fourth finger. Al Saåādat Al Islam’s beautiful nostrils caught the faint but unmistakable masculine aroma your ever competent ever excellent male Hindu body radiated.
‘’The car you were using was a big modern machine geared for speed, totally different from the car Al Saåādat Al Islam traveled in from Jabalpur to Dhooma. You shifted through the gears.”
The motor noise became a reassuring whisper as the car sped forward.
I asked casually as I made the boulevard stop,
“Ved Nagar Film Industry?”
“Yes. How did you know?” Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled surprised.
I myself too smiled.
“I didn’t. I only surmised. Most beautiful girl hitchhikers on this National Highway Seven go to there. Cold?”
Al Saåādat Al Islam knew what was coming.
The chill had been gripping her ankles ever since sunset.
Nevertheless, Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled.
“No, I’m fine. Thank you.”
“Flask in that glove compartment. Nice stuff.”
“I myself never take it. Yet if you do, it’s there. If you do, it’s better take a drink. It will warm you up.”
“Don’t you yourself need it ever?”
“I use other means to warm me up.”
“I see,” Al Saåādat Al Islam laughed seductively, “but you need a companion for that.”
“Allah Arraħmānirraħīm. I never lacked a companion whenever I needed her.”
“An ardent Musalmān?”
“They call me Durgesh.”
“Name doesn’t actually mean a damn thing today. There are so many Muħammad today who never deserve such a holy name.”
“I agree with you.”
Al Saåādat Al Islam turned to look at me.
My eyes were glittering with assurance.
“You aren’t going to go puritan on me, are you?”
“All right,” Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled seductively, “Have it your own way.”
“We’ll stop up the road a ways. I need a short one. Get out of some of this traffic first.”
For a few minutes I devoted my attention to driving.
The car slid smoothly past the string of four cars that had been ahead of us.
The wheels seemed to lift up the cement kilometers, roll them through the speedometer, and toss them scornfully behind.
Al Saåādat Al Islam thought we must be doing sixty.
She glanced at the needle of the speedometer.
It was holding steady at eighty five.
“You don’t believe in speed laws, do you?” Al Saåādat Al Islam asked with a light laugh, making conversation.
I too smiled at her.
“On the contrary, I believe in laws more than the others do. Yet there are times when something more precious is on stakes than the mere breaking of speed laws. At present, I can afford to get a punishment for breaking speed laws, but I can’t afford to lose what is there on stakes instead.”
“Allah! I see.”
By the time we reached a town ahead, Al Saåādat Al Islam knew me, her man, like a book.
She took one short drink from the flask, listened to me gurgle down a good jolt of the water.
She sized me up once more.
I evidently had plenty of money.
Perhaps even more than plenty of.
Was there a chance I were the Durgesh?
Well, there were so many Durgesh now.
Her Ammī told her it wasn’t such a popular name once.
It started to grow more and more popular with the meteoric success, incredulous success, of HVSI in every field.
Durgesh was the lifelong Chairman of HVSI.
Al Saåādat Al Islam decided to take intimacy for granted with me.
Even if I were not Durgesh, the lifelong Chairman of HVSI, at least I still had plenty of money.
And, Hindus were powerful.
More powerful than even the Christians and Musalmīn.
Al Saåādat Al Islam had a quick cynical mind.
She deduced that back of my complacent, self-satisfied, assurance there was a cold savage something.
Yet she couldn’t deny the immense protection she felt for herself.
It was incredible.
Al Saåādat Al Islam never felt herself as safe as she was feeling now.
Was the security radiating from this man’s very existence?
And due to it I judged the entire sex by the same standards.
However, there was a cold wind blowing up on the ridge.
The car had an air conditioner that sent a current of warm air caressing her cold ankles, thawing out the numbness of her feet.
I was a good driver.
Within a little more than an hour, we should be in Ved Nagar.
She’d kid me along and go on through in this car.
Al Saåādat Al Islam started to play with me.
She could not believe herself that she was doing it.
Yet, to her very surprise, she was seducing me certainly.*
Now she laughed on her own immaturity then and that of her then similarly immature Musalmān lady friends.
How inhumane their reasoning was then.
Lārayb, doubtlessly, Islam is the last and final version of Dīnil Qayyamati, Sanātan Dharm, the Ever Existing System of Life.
Nevertheless, what did it mean?
And all those entire previous versions of Islam were equally sacred and follow-able as its last and final version.
Al Saåādat Al Islam suddenly realized her right hand was on my already immensely hardened, yet still continually hardening, thickening and lengthening incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund, and Al Saåādat Al Islam was playing with it utmost seductively, yet utmost oblivious of it.
To her utter surprise, she could not stop her hand from continuing it.*
Instead, Al Saåādat Al Islam suddenly found herself bending on it and kissing on the head.
Durgesh was right.
He wasn’t an ardent Musalmān.
He was really a Hindu.
He had a foreskin on the head of his ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Saåādat Al Islam ravenously opened the foreskin and kissed it.
I smiled at her gracefully welcoming her lovely Musalmān gesture.
She winked at me impishly, cunningly, and licked and swallowed my ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Saåādat Al Islam started to suck it ravenously.
She didn’t know, neither she cared, how long she sucked me.
She enjoyed it very much.
Al Nādir Al Ghāzī didn’t have such a nice male organ.
Neither he was ever interested in any woman as Durgesh was ever.
His Cut Musalmān noonī was worthless for a woman.
Al Saåādat Al Islam had already undressed me fully and herself too.
She straddled me, positioned my ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund between her twenty-eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips and pushed.
My ever dreamed of by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, incessantly rigid, ever impetuous, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme evident Uncut Hindu Lund entered into her ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
First only its head, then one fourth, then half of it, then three fourth and then it vanished inside her entirely.*
She didn’t know how the hell accident had happened.
Neither had I known.
We separated from each other after satisfying ourselves entirely.
Evidently, Al Saåādat Al Islam had taken another hitchhiking, after separating from me.
Al Shafaq Al Nasīr looked down at Al Saåādat Al Islam’s blonde hair spilled out on the pillow.
“You are a mess, Al Saåādat Al Islam.” Al Shafaq Al Nasīr said.
Al Saåādat Al Islam smiled.
“I feel it. I ache everywhere.”
“You are lucky nothing’s broken. Some bad bruises and a few stitches in your leg. A cut on your shoulder, but it is all patched up nicely.”
“Not where they’ll show, unless you take up fan dancing.”
“I might at that,” Al Saåādat Al Islam said, “My mouth feels like a hotel room after a salesman’s convention has moved out. What happened?”
“You are in a jam.”
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd
Durgesh Åāyeshah Taymūr
Fātimah Saåīd could definitely smell cum, strong virile male and female cum.
Åāyeshah Taymūr had fucked Durgesh definitely to her heart’s content.
Fātimah Saåīd had herself watched.
They had their own kind of morals.
Extramarital sex wasn’t abnormal for them, neither immoral.
Åāyeshah Taymūr said.
“Sex is a normal love between a consenting male and female. What’s wrong in it if they both enjoy it?”
Fātimah Saåīd was startled.
“You are a married woman, Åāyeshah Taymūr.”
“So what? I’m twenty eight years old now. I have a right to marry anyone I damn please as soon as I was Just Eighteen Just Adult.”
“That’s not I’m talking of.”
“Taymūr Bhāī loves you very much.”
“You are not loyal to him.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have extramarital sex with Durgesh.”
Åāyeshah Taymūr smiled sarcastically.
“I see. So you are jealous of your beautiful Musalmān lady friends.”
“So what? Durgesh has incredibly infinite lust to have sex with us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. He fucks us as wildly, as passionately, as even our over religious over moral Musalmān husbands can never. Why should we be the damnfool enough not to take advantage of it and enjoy it? Our husbands can’t provide us as much sex as Durgesh does. Our husbands can’t provide us as much money as Durgesh does.”
“Oh, so you are after Durgesh’s endless money?” Fātimah Saåīd asked Åāyeshah Taymūr sarcastically.
“Why should not we, if we can get it?”
“Isn’t it prostitution?”
“Certainly it is if you think so.”
“What do you mean?”*
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was unable to understand she had gone through a transformation.
“Allah! Oh God, baby, spread out before me, just like that, you are such a sexy man,” she smiled.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm lay back on the bed getting comfortable as he waited for her compliance.
Positioning himself in the middle of the bed he rested his head on his pillow,
“Move down a little lower,”
“Baby, look at your cock it’s so hard for Fātimah Saåīd,” Fātimah Saåīd began to stroke his shaft, grasping it firmly, squeezing it just the way Fātimah Saåīd knew he loved.
Her thumb ran across the head of his cock, as Fātimah Saåīd came to the tip, smearing his pre-cum over his sensitive gland.
“Baby, I need to get the lube out of the drawer,” Fātimah Saåīd told him.
“God, yes, please,” purred Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
Leaving him briefly on the bed Fātimah Saåīd went to the top drawer in Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s dresser.
They used it to house all of their kinky little pass times, their lubes, toys, and other various sundries that they had accumulated over the years.
In her right hand Fātimah Saåīd held the lube and in her left, which Fātimah Saåīd kept behind her back, Fātimah Saåīd held her salvation.
Crossing over to the bed Fātimah Saåīd straddled him, her head facing away from his as though Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were going to sixty-nine with her on top.
Sitting upright on his chest Fātimah Saåīd pushed him back and placed her legs on either side of him, her shins and ankles pressing down on his arms.
Leaning forward Fātimah Saåīd placed the bottle of lube between his legs and began to stroke his hard cock.
“What else do you have there?” he asked, taking note of the weight of the items placed between his legs.
Sitting up so that Fātimah Saåīd partially impaired his view Fātimah Saåīd poured some lube on her hand and over the head of his cock.
“Allah, that’s cold!” he exclaimed.
Fātimah Saåīd quickly took his cock in her hand and began to stroke his length.
Using both hands Fātimah Saåīd continued to stroke his shaft making it slick and shiny.
Her fingers and hands travelled down his length and over his tight scrotal sac that housed the cum, that was boiling and aching for release.
Holding them in her palms, feeling their weight, Fātimah Saåīd bent forward and licked his shaft from root to tip.
This exposed her severely wet pussy to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
“God, you’re so wet. Your cunt is glistening,”
“You’ve got her hornier than I’ve ever been!”
“You’re such a slut,”
“You’ll soon see,” With that said Fātimah Saåīd quickly leaned back bringing her sodden pussy to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s hot awaiting mouth.
As Fātimah Saåīd did it, Fātimah Saåīd brought with her her salvation.
A number of years ago Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten into a mild SM&BD phase and he purchased two sets of regulation police handcuffs.
With both of these in her hands Fātimah Saåīd sat comfortably atop his face mothering him with her sex.
As planned he was doing what he always did when they adopted this position, he was holding onto the rails of the headboard.
She believed that men were nothing if not predictable.
In one swift motion, Fātimah Saåīd cuffed first his right and then his left hand to the headboard of their bed.
Sitting back upright Fātimah Saåīd held herself in place enjoying the squirming sensation of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s slightly in panic motions.
It was however too late.
Fātimah Saåīd had other plans set, for what would soon become of her delicate flower.
Fātimah Saåīd stood up and walked to the door grabbing her Terri-cloth Housecoat hanging there.
Fātimah Saåīd put it on and removed the belt around the waist.
Making a loop in the one end Fātimah Saåīd secured it around Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s right ankle and then firmly fastened the other end to the foot board.
Returning to the door Fātimah Saåīd found Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s matching housecoat and took the belt from it securing his left leg, all this among various complaints and egregious protests.
“What the fuck are you doing???” Muħammad Ibrāhīm exclaimed, his alarm quiet evident in his tone.
“Just a sec. I’m not quite done,” Fātimah Saåīd said as Fātimah Saåīd returned to the infamous top drawer.
Reaching inside, Fātimah Saåīd grabbed one of her favorite devices from back in their B&D days, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s cock ring,
“Here this will keep you nice and ready should I decide to return,”
Fātimah Saåīd turned and the opened the door.
“Where are you going?” The urgency in Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s voice was plainly evident.
“I’m going down the hall to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu; you know the one with the really big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund,” Fātimah Saåīd said.*
The liberation those words brought at that very moment was unreal.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe how committed Fātimah Saåīd was at that very moment to something that earlier had both frightened and appalled her.
But now an electric charge coursed through her body and Fātimah Saåīd was enthralled at the very thought of what Fātimah Saåīd was about to do.
“Allah! Oh my God!” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said.
His voice had the quality of quiet resignation that you very rarely hear in someone of his stature.
He had thought he was in charge of her, in charge of what happened to her sexually inside their marriage.
Now he was finding out that it was merely a façade, a pretext of what was only allowed on the surface but not deep in her core, her being.
“Well, that’s what you wanted. Isn’t it?” Fātimah Saåīd said, her tone forceful and steadfast.
“It certainly seems to be what your hard cock wanted,”
His cock was still erect, not that the cock ring allowed it to soften any time soon, which indicated his extreme arousal.
They had talked of these types of fantasies before. Fantasies that involved multiple partners, of her being shared or passed around, treated like a slut and whored out to nameless others.
But now, this time it was different.
Fātimah Saåīd was not a hapless victim of the more powerful man in her life.
No, this time Fātimah Saåīd was completely in charge and the choices were hers as was the path before her.
Fātimah Saåīd was not thrust upon it, Fātimah Saåīd was choosing it.
Choosing it in spite of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, in spite of what other might think or say, Fātimah Saåīd was making this choice because Fātimah Saåīd wanted it, needed it, craved it.
“You better hope he has condoms in his room,” Fātimah Saåīd smiled as Fātimah Saåīd spoke.
“Well, because I don’t and ever since our vasectomy, I’ve not had to think about birth control,”
“Oh my God, you’re going to let him cum in you?”
“Well I’m certainly not going to stop him if that’s what he wants to do,”
“Oh fuck is right, were you ready for this?”
Fātimah Saåīd left the door open as Fātimah Saåīd walked down the hall.
Fātimah Saåīd would not be hiding anything from Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
No, he would hear everything that happened down the hall, as it happened.
Fātimah Saåīd would likely not be hiding anything from anyone.
Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t sure what Fātimah Saåīd was doing.
All Fātimah Saåīd knew at the time was that Fātimah Saåīd was horny, hornier than Fātimah Saåīd had ever been.
Thanks to Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
Fātimah Saåīd really wanted to be fucked.
Moreover, Fātimah Saåīd wanted to be fucked by a big dick and the closest available one was a mere ten paces down the hall.
At this point, every trepidation Fātimah Saåīd had, vanished.
Again thanks to the maniacal manipulation of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
He had seen Durgesh get pants earlier in the day, as did Fātimah Saåīd, and all of Durgesh’s friends who had come to his annual year end bash.
And now all Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could think about was the size of their Hindu Brother in law’s cock.
Mind you, even though it was flaccid, it was quite large, larger than Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was hard and Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s no slouch.*
Fātimah Saåīd approached my bedroom door.
Her heart pounding in her chest, legs vibrating with lust and desire, Fātimah Saåīd thought Fātimah Saåīd could hear what sounded like pacing.
In that instant Fātimah Saåīd panicked, her heart cracked and Fātimah Saåīd opened the door thinking he had been more concerned from this afternoon’s incident than Fātimah Saåīd had originally thought.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted to rush in there and sooth me, comfort me and tell me it was ok, everything would be alright.
The instinct to protect me burned in her.
I didn’t hear her.
I didn’t even notice Fātimah Saåīd had entered the room.
The scene before her was surreal.
I was on my bed, lying on my back, my muscular legs spread, my covers pulled down past my waist exposing the flat washboard abs of my stomach, which was covered in a sheen of sweat, my broad chest heaving, my head thrown back, eyes closed as her best friend, Åāyeshah Taymūr, was straddling me, my magnificent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was vanishing into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, coming out until only its head was inside, and again vanishing there completely.
Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God, it was big.
It had to be even thicker than Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She’d never seen anything like it in her life.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t imagine how I kept something like that hidden from them for all these years.
Allah forgive her but Fātimah Saåīd had to have that thing inside her, stretching her, pushing her to her limits, that’s what Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, had wanted and now it’s what Fātimah Saåīd wanted.
Åāyeshah Taymūr had obviously been fucking me for hours.
Everything glistened, even my balls, which were shaved.
At first Fātimah Saåīd didn’t see any pubic hair, but as I slid up and down my gorgeous shaft, Fātimah Saåīd noticed he had a small tuft just at the base of my cock, Allah, it was sexy.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted to lick and suck my entire Hindu length, hold my balls in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, suck the head of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it expelled the sensual fluids that would soon be filling every orifice Fātimah Saåīd had.
I was lost in the moment as Åāyeshah Taymūr fucked madly my Hindu shaft.
Her beautiful labial lips were at that end of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, squeezing it tightly in what was likely an attempt to prolong my impending orgasm.
A barrage of sexy talk was escaping my lips and Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe what I was saying.
It both thrilled and frightened her.
Fātimah Saåīd could feel her nipples harden as Fātimah Saåīd looked on, her pussy was already a sopping mess and for an instant Fātimah Saåīd thought the site of me would make her cum.
“Oh fuck, Fātimah Saåīd, take my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, that’s it. Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, be a sensory over load, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, yes, take my big cock, get it ready for you. You know you want it. Fuck it as Muħammad Ibrāhīm said you would.”
It was evident I had been listening to Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s and her sex talk and it had me riled beyond belief, as I continued my sexual tirade, “Fuck it all the way in you as a slut, like my slut.”
By the tone of my voice and my choice of words, Fātimah Saåīd could see that apples didn’t fall too far from the tree.
“Yeah my slut. That’s it, that’s it. Be my slut. Be my slut, Fātimah Saåīd, my slut, Fātimah Saåīd. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God. Oh God, yeah!”
I was fucking Åāyeshah Taymūr.
Åāyeshah Taymūr was fucking me to be more precise.
Yet, I was dreaming of not Åāyeshah Taymūr.
I was dreaming of Fātimah Saåīd instead.
Åāyeshah Taymūr was angrily fucking me more and more furiously.
Was I teasing Åāyeshah Taymūr?
The scary thing about all of this was that Fātimah Saåīd liked it, Fātimah Saåīd wanted it and it had her oh so very aroused.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t wait to fulfill my desires, to be my slut, to have me buried deep inside her, driving wild with my Hindu phallus.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted this.
Fātimah Saåīd needed this.
Fātimah Saåīd would be my wanton whore, if that’s what I wished.
I was so caught up in what I was doing.
I was unaware that Fātimah Saåīd had breached the door and was now staring at me as Åāyeshah Taymūr fucked my excellent Hindu phallus.
Fātimah Saåīd was mesmerized, transfixed, focused on that magnificent pillar of Hindu flesh.
It had to be at least twelve inches long at least, there was no way it was shorter than a foot and as Fātimah Saåīd said thick too.
Fātimah Saåīd knew Fātimah Saåīd would just be able to get her hand around it and thankfully take at least some of it in her mouth, and hopefully down her throat.
Åāyeshah Taymūr had had her orgasm in the meantime and had gone to the bathroom to take a shower.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted to walk in, drop her housecoat and climb onto my bed.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted to take my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands as Fātimah Saåīd straddled me and slide me deep inside her.
Her sick bastard of a husband was right, Fātimah Saåīd wanted to fuck me.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted my big handsome ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her until Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t walk straight or until I could no longer get it up, which Fātimah Saåīd was hoping would take a very long time.
Fātimah Saåīd knew there would be no coming back from this:
Once with Durgesh
All the rest is trash
Fātimah Saåīd was at once excited by that prospect and scared.
Fātimah Saåīd backed out of my room and shut the door.
Fātimah Saåīd tried to ensure the handle made as little noise as possible as the door shut into place.
Steeling her nerves Fātimah Saåīd took a deep breath and knocked.
“Durgesh, are you up?”
“Yes, I’m up, Fātimah Saåīd,” I smiled.
Fātimah Saåīd could hear me shuffling and fumbling around.
I would most definitely be trying to make myself presentable if Fātimah Saåīd would simply walk in, once Fātimah Saåīd had announced herself.
Unlike Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd had long given up that practice, which was why Fātimah Saåīd had no idea of my Hindu appendage.
“Can I come in, Durgesh?” Fātimah Saåīd tried to keep her voice steady, and controlled in an attempt to hide from giving off any sign of the nervous tension, Fātimah Saåīd was feeling at her core.
Fātimah Saåīd took a deep breath and steadied herself as Fātimah Saåīd waited for my reply.
“I’m in bed, Fātimah Saåīd.”
“Are you sleeping?”
“No.” I was at least being honest.
Fātimah Saåīd wondered how honest I’d be once Fātimah Saåīd entered my room.
Could we both be honest and admit what it was we secretly desired from the other.
Fātimah Saåīd knew Fātimah Saåīd was certainly going to try.
“So can I come in Durgesh, please?”
“Yes, ok.” I was clearly comfortable.
Fātimah Saåīd didn’t know whether it was from the events of the day or the fact that I was in bed, naked under my sheets and she’d just interrupted me her best friend, Åāyeshah Taymūr, fucking me wildly.
Fātimah Saåīd imagined it was a combination of both.
Fātimah Saåīd came out from behind the door and entered my room.
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Durgesh Fātimah Saåīd
Around and around her thumb went in tiny circles, driving him crazy with desire.
Ever so gently Fātimah Saåīd used the nail of her thumb to slightly rack tiny scratches across the tip, playing with the slit that would readily expel its precious load from his ever tightening balls.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s hips began to involuntarily pump.
“Allah, God, I want you,” Fātimah Saåīd groaned as Fātimah Saåīd stroked him.
His right hand went between her legs and found her split.
Fātimah Saåīd was soaked and Fātimah Saåīd could smell her scent as it began to fill the room.
Soon the entire room would smell like sex.
Allah, God, Fātimah Saåīd loved that smell, so raw and intimate, nothing else smells like that and there was no way to dismiss it as anything but what it was.
So many times had Fātimah Saåīd smelt that smell on her girlfriends after lunch.
Some had met their husbands while others hadn’t. That smell so sexy and gorgeous is a dead giveaway signaling an afternoon of passion.
“My God, you’re wet baby,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned as he continued to press the folds of her sex, finding both her hot slick opening and the hard nub that is her clit, poking out from under its protective hood.
Then he found her clit ring, which he dutifully began to flick back and forth.
The stimulation was amazing and Fātimah Saåīd knew She’d be cumming soon.
Getting that clit ring was the best thing Fātimah Saåīd had ever done.
On a whim they had gone into a tattoo shop while holidaying in Vegas, What happens in Vegas….
Fātimah Saåīd had always wanted a Tramp Stamp, this was before everyone had one, and Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were looking through the books at the different things other people had gotten done, when they came across a book with piercings.
Seeing all the different types made to be extraordinarily horny and soon Fātimah Saåīd was engaged in a conversation with one of the girls behind the counter.
Well, given her experience and her promise of heighten states of arousal, Fātimah Saåīd picked out the very things she had done.
Fātimah Saåīd got the works, Tramp Stamp, Nipple Piercings, and Clit Ring.
The people in the shop thought Fātimah Saåīd was crazy and tried to caution Fātimah Saåīd but the girl behind the counter looked so sexy with her additions, Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t not do the same.
Although the initial maintenance was a bit hard and Fātimah Saåīd was sore.
Fātimah Saåīd was more than a little tender, well more like sensitive afterwards, but Fātimah Saåīd had no regrets and Allah that clit ring drove her crazy.
There would be occasions Fātimah Saåīd would find herself standing in the grocery isle horny as fuck, because the little bead on that ring had been wrecking havoc on her clit.
She had have more than one orgasm standing in the checkout isle.
“Fuck, Fātimah Saåīd, I love this piercing,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned, as Fātimah Saåīd squeezed his cock tighter to show her appreciation of his probing fingers.
His cock was becoming slick with his own pre-cum.
“Fātimah Saåīd knows you do baby, Fātimah Saåīd knows you do,” Fātimah Saåīd hissed as he continued to play with her soaking maw.
Fātimah Saåīd teasingly looked at him eyes lidded, “That’s not all you love, is it?”
“No baby, Fātimah Saåīd, I love this hot wet pussy that’s attached to it too and those firm fucking breasts, as well as that hot nasty mouth of yours,” He continued as he drove two fingers deep into her channel.
Fātimah Saåīd humped his head like it was a beautiful hard cock.
Writhing back and forth on his palm, dying to get more of him inside her, “Where are your nipple rings?”
“In my jewelry box?” Fātimah Saåīd said questioningly.
Fātimah Saåīd sometimes didn’t wear her nipple rings, as was the case today.
Fātimah Saåīd didn’t think having her nipples popping out in front of all of Durgesh’s friends.
It would have been too appropriate.
Her inner slut on the other hand, won’t ever let her take out that hood piercing.
It was a wonder people couldn’t smell her pussy wherever Fātimah Saåīd went; who knows maybe they do?
“Get them!” He commanded and Fātimah Saåīd dutifully responded.
Fātimah Saåīd was going to be his full-blown slut tonight and he knew it.
Her clit ring, her nipple rings all being stimulated, fuck!
Fātimah Saåīd immediately got up off the bed and went to her dresser.
Opening her jewelry box Fātimah Saåīd found the little box Fātimah Saåīd kept them in.
Fātimah Saåīd had three pairs, two sets of hoops and one barbell set.
Fātimah Saåīd took off her pyjama top, letting it fall to the floor.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was watching her in the mirror.
Her back was to him.
He starred at her beautiful Musalmān ass, hips, and narrow waist, the deep tan of her skin and no tan lines.
He looked at Fātimah Saåīd in the mirror as Fātimah Saåīd pinched her nipple and began to insert the nipple rings.
Allah, God, he loves to watch her do this, as it was usually a precursor to very hot, very rough sex.
Fātimah Saåīd put on the black onyx hoops that draw attention to her nice soft brown nipples and make them stand out even more than they already do.
He loved this pair and liked to pull hard on them on the rare times Fātimah Saåīd wore them.
They were so noticeable through her clothing that when Fātimah Saåīd did wear them he knew it was an indication Fātimah Saåīd wanted sex.
They were a little heavier and the gage was thicker, so Fātimah Saåīd certainly noticed them more especially when she was horny.
Well, Fātimah Saåīd liked to fuck and being decked out like this made her want to fuck even more.
Fātimah Saåīd returned to the bed and centered herself over Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband.
Fātimah Saåīd grabbed his hand and placed it back on her wetness.
Her cunt was dripping.
Their bed would be soaked in the morning.
Leaning forward Fātimah Saåīd took his cock in her hand again and began to stroke him firmly, deliberately squeezing him hard enough to make him moan, as her grip was tight to the point of causing him pain.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted fucking.
“Allah, God, baby, I need you,” Her hips were moving back and forth, grinding on his hand, simulating what Fātimah Saåīd had fully intended to be doing to his cock.
“You need me or do you need a big fucking cock?” he smirked as he spoke, inserting his fingers deeper inside her, finding her G-spot.
If he wasn’t careful Fātimah Saåīd would be squirting all over him in a minute.
“Both!” Fātimah Saåīd exclaimed knowing full well where he was trying to lead her, “What is it you like about this nasty mouth of mine, the things Fātimah Saåīd says or the things Fātimah Saåīd does?”
“Both,” he replied in kind.
When they got going like this, they were both so nasty, and said things that pushed their boundaries.
They got so noisy it was a wonder the neighbors didn’t complain.
Maybe they didn’t because they liked the auditory show, who knows?
“You’re making me horny baby. So horny,” Fātimah Saåīd panted as Fātimah Saåīd brought her mouth to his and kissed him deeply.
He was a good kisser.
His tongue danced in her mouth hungrily, exploring her, just as Fātimah Saåīd did him.
Their mouths devouring each other as they sucked, bit and chewed each other’s lips.
It so desperately reminded her of just how well Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could eat her pussy.
He was a great fuck, there was no getting around that, his cock could work magic, but that tongue of his was utmost possessed, utmost skilled.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm loved to eat pussy so much that he himself blackmailed his sisters to let him eat their pussies after their Hindu live in relationship partner, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, fucked them.
His entire seven sisters were stunned and looked at each other.
“Our daughters are still with our criminal Pseudo Musalmīn husbands, Muħammad Ibrāhīm!”
“Why don’t you bring them too here?”
Fātimah Saåīd sucked his tongue as if it was a little cock, showing him how desperate Fātimah Saåīd was for him and just how incredibly horny Fātimah Saåīd had become.
“I need you to fuck me babe,” Fātimah Saåīd pleaded, looking him in the eyes as both her hands now held his head, forcing him to focus on her face.
He looked at Fātimah Saåīd squarely and said, “You need to finish sucking my cock,”
His left hand came up to the back of her head and began to push it down towards his groin.
Fātimah Saåīd gave him only modest resistance as his cock came into view.
Opening her mouth to accept the head of his cock and greedily suck his shaft deeper into her throat, groaning with pleasure as Fātimah Saåīd took him.
Her tongue lathered his length; if Fātimah Saåīd could Fātimah Saåīd would swallow him whole.
“That’s it. Suck my cock, baby,” he encouraged, his balls tightened and his shaft flexed in her throat.
“Suck my cock while you think of that nice big cock between Durgesh’s, our Hindu Brother in law’s, legs,”
He was pushing her hard, testing her limits.
Fātimah Saåīd was getting so horny, Fātimah Saåīd was sure she would cum at any the moment.
His barrage of dirty talk was unrelenting and Fātimah Saåīd loved everything Fātimah Saåīd was hearing.
“Take it all the way to the back of your throat,”
He groaned as Fātimah Saåīd engulfed him completely,
“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet no one has ever been able to do that for Durgesh Jījū?”
“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet he’s never been able to have one of those girls suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund completely, not like his Salhaj, sister in law, does!”
He was pushing her more and more; driving them to an abyss Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t sure Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were ready for,
“Fātimah Saåīd, I bet Durgesh Jījū has his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund so long that he’d never really buried himself completely in a woman before?”
“That’s it. Take my cock and show me what a beautiful cocksucker you are,” he demanded and Fātimah Saåīd responded with a practiced affinity he knew all too well.
“All the way you nasty bitch!” Muħammad Ibrāhīm reached over her back and cupped her ass, his hand tracing the curve of her spine as it led to her firm ass.
It was firm and round, each cheek had its own separate globe with a beautifully defined crack.
His fingers came to the parting of her cheeks as he sought her delicate rosebud.
Sliding further he reached the crevasse that was her sopping cunt.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet!” He acknowledged what Fātimah Saåīd already was well aware of, Fātimah Saåīd was thoroughly soaked.
Her crotch and thighs glistened with her own juices and the sheet below her was quickly becoming a lake dedicated to the burning desire of her aching Musalmān pussy.
Again Fātimah Saåīd groaned loudly as his index finger slid into her fold,
Fātimah Saåīd pulled her head from his gorgeous cock,
“More… Slide more in me… Ohhhh, Fuck!!”
“Look how wet you were, thinking about Durgesh Jījū’s big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund while you suck on our husband’s?” he goaded her continually as her arousal soared to ever continuing heights.
“You’re such a nasty little bitch, aren’t you?” He continued.
His fingers were making squelching noises as they thoroughly abused her gash,
“You going to make me cum down our throat, bitch?”
“You going to take my cum and show me what a nasty bitch you are?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm loved it when Fātimah Saåīd gave him head.
He said it was one on the most erotic things he’d ever witnessed,
“Oh God, yes that’s it. Use your tongue,”
“Burry my dick all the way to the back of your throat!”
Fātimah Saåīd took him as deeply as Fātimah Saåīd could.
Taking a cock down her throat had always been so fucking nasty to her.
It gave her a true slutty feeling.
It was one of the most emotionally intense experiences Fātimah Saåīd can share with her lover.
It opened her up emotionally on such a deep wanton level, which often led to some of the nastiest sex she had have.
“God, you such a wanton slut. Fātimah Saåīd, I should pimp you out bitch?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was definitely pushing it now, “You’d like that, wouldn’t you, if I pimped you out?”
For some reason instead of being shocked and appalled by what he was saying, Fātimah Saåīd was elated.
Fātimah Saåīd wanted to hear him say more, debase her more, not be cruel, but definitely push her whore button.
“Yeah that’s it. You’re such a nasty bitch,”
Fātimah Saåīd was deep throating his cock now. Taking him fully into her throat, so much so her tongue was actually licking his balls as her nose pressed against his groin.
“Oh God, baby, take my cock!”
“Yes make me cum and then I’ll pimp you out, babe,” he said nearing his climax.
“Take my cum and I’ll pimp you out to that big nasty cock, that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh Jījū, down the hall,”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had no idea what he was saying.
If he came at that very moment all of this talk would stop.
Men will say the craziest things when they’ve got a killer erection between their legs.
“You know you want it,”
For a split second Fātimah Saåīd almost took his cock out of her mouth and gave him the answer he so desperately wanted to hear.
Fātimah Saåīd was horny and getting hornier and Muħammad Ibrāhīm her psychopathic Musalmān husband wasn’t seeming to want to allow her to cum.
“You know you want to fuck that big nasty cock of Durgesh Jījū,”
He was right Fātimah Saåīd was beginning to become immersed in his incestuous coercion.
Her lust was being piqued ever higher with no respite in sight.
The intense micro orgasms he was giving her were continuously bringing her to the edge without carrying her over.
The burning in her clit and the vacancy deep in her cunt was creating an ache in her lower abdomen.
Fātimah Saåīd hadn’t felt anything like this in years, not since before the children were born when the desire to have them outweighed all reason.
Fātimah Saåīd somehow felt incomplete and needed some intangible thing to again make her whole.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was making her insane and insatiable all at the same time.
“Shut up, and fuck me, you bastard, and make me cum or I’m going to fuck Durgesh more than you care to think about!” Fātimah Saåīd scolded him in her passion.
He had no idea what he was about to unleash.
This was no longer playing and teasing; this was becoming all too serious.
Fātimah Saåīd was considering doing the things he was implying.
Fātimah Saåīd was going to transgress boundaries that according to Ummat-e-Muslimah should never be considered.
Thoughts were running through her head that were beyond what he was devilishly alluding too.
Fātimah Saåīd was willingly considering going far beyond what Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was cooking up in his twisted brain.
“That’s my slut,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said as he continued to manipulate her clit.
He was very adept at bringing her to the edge and holding her there.
Fātimah Saåīd still can’t tell whether Fātimah Saåīd liked it or hated it when he did this to her, her body screamed for release but her mind knew that the buildup will make the whole experience more intense.
“You want that big cock of Durgesh Jījū, don’t you? You want that hard fucking thing sawing in and out of you, don’t you? Answer me bitch!”
“Push our luck, fucker, push our luck, and just see what Fātimah Saåīd does,” Fātimah Saåīd threatened trying to gain some semblance of control, but he and Fātimah Saåīd both knew Fātimah Saåīd was lost to her lust.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t imagine that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had any idea what doors he was opening.
Doors that should never be opened, sometimes women do have bonds with their Hindu Nandoī that were different than those of their daughters, different and more immersed in other darker things than any of the persons wanted to consider.
“How much longer can you ride the edge before our need to cum outweighs our better judgement?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was taking them to that slippery slope and Fātimah Saåīd wasn’t fully sure Fātimah Saåīd could keep them away from it.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, you need to let me cum, baby,” Fātimah Saåīd pleaded with him.
Fātimah Saåīd placed her forehead to his and looked deeply in his eyes.
Fātimah Saåīd knew if he let her cum, if he gave her that intense orgasm her body was so desperately craving for, they could get past this moment, would look back and laugh at how crazy they became.
Fātimah Saåīd would be able to convince him it was merely role-play and nothing more.
“You can’t leave me like this Muħammad Ibrāhīm, you can’t make me this vulnerable, baby, it’s not fair,”
There were tears in her eyes as Fātimah Saåīd spoke.
The series of micro orgasms seemed to be connecting into one long burning charge of energy.
This was rather like the quick and sharp inhales that come before you sneeze, but with no sneeze was in sight.
“Look, how wet you are, baby girl!” He was grinning from ear to ear.
He had no idea how far Fātimah Saåīd was, how close to gone Fātimah Saåīd was.
The urgency Fātimah Saåīd was feeling was immense and over powering.
It was driving her to considering things Fātimah Saåīd wouldn’t even dare to consider.
Fātimah Saåīd was in heat.
As primal and vulgar as that may sound, her body, her mind, her whole being wanted sex, wanted to fuck and be fucked and at that particular moment it wasn’t too choosy.
“Allah, God, you need a cock inside you, don’t you?” He asked.
Their eyes were locked with each other.
Wordlessly Fātimah Saåīd was trying to convey the depth of emotion Fātimah Saåīd was feeling.
Fātimah Saåīd could not articulate what was happening inside her body.
Fātimah Saåīd needed release.
Fātimah Saåīd was on the verge of a passion that was becoming embroiled in desperation and anger.
“You need a big nasty cock, Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund actually, sliding inside you, stretching that beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, don’t you?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm teased his immensely ravenous wife.
He was pushing her.
He was fingering her clit and sliding his fingers in and out of her, spreading her juices all over her groin.
Gone were the days of the caveman and here were the days of the Goddess Warrior.
Fātimah Saåīd will take what Fātimah Saåīd want and not wait for a man to laden her with shame and misery.
Fātimah Saåīd will claim what is hers.
Fātimah Saåīd will fuck.
Fātimah Saåīd will fuck whom Fātimah Saåīd wants, when Fātimah Saåīd wants and how Fātimah Saåīd wants.
Fātimah Saåīd will fuck.
“You know I do baby. You know I need to feel more than just your fingers. You have to fuck me, baby, you have to,” Fātimah Saåīd was reaching out to him, giving him the last desperate hints of where Fātimah Saåīd was emotionally.
Fātimah Saåīd was pleading with him to take her, to take the woman before him and revel in the sexual bliss Fātimah Saåīd was capable of giving him.
“Fātimah Saåīd, I do baby?” he questioned.
He was still playing games, trying to manipulate her in some perverse power play that made him feel dominant.
“I have to fuck you,” Fātimah Saåīd said.
Fātimah Saåīd was sincere in that moment.
Fātimah Saåīd had to fuck him.
Fātimah Saåīd knew if they didn’t consummate this act now, Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm would change the nature of their relationship irrevocably.
“Are you sure baby? You sure it has to be me fucking you?” Again with the games, the power he thought he had.
This was no longer a game, a role-play between lovers.
Fātimah Saåīd was gone.
Fātimah Saåīd was considering breaking a significant taboo, Ashvinātam taboo almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies were breaking now proudly, calling their criminal/criminal minded mankind Pseudo Musalmīn, and there was no coming back from that.
Allah, God, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was such a fool.
“You’re so hot right now. Why, Fātimah Saåīd, I bet only Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund would do to you, you need very much, doesn’t it?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, stop it!” Fātimah Saåīd said, “You, we can’t go there,”
“Go where, baby?” He smiled as he spoke, “Where can’t we go?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm continued to manipulate her body, expertly stimulating her, as only he knew how.
Her ecstasy was driving her crazy, each plateau higher than the next.
They kissed and sucked each other’s mouths, necks, and torsos.
Just when Fātimah Saåīd thought her frustration would take the better part of her experience, incurring her anger rather than her lust, Muħammad Ibrāhīm would concentrate on another part of her pushing her sexual heat forward.
“Fātimah Saåīd, I don’t understand, is there some place we can’t take our love?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s not fair, don’t do this to me,” Fātimah Saåīd was a mess.
He continued to touch her and caress her as he spoke, each moment heightening her arousal.
“I know where you want me to go and we can’t go there baby, we can’t take it that far,”
“Far baby?” His arrogance was becoming obnoxious, “How far?”
“Allah, Oh God, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, please! You keep bringing me to the edge and pulling back, you know I can’t do this for too long, you know what will happen!”
He had his index and middle finger of his right hand buried deep inside her as his thumb continued to play with her clit.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe how wet Fātimah Saåīd was, how soaked the sheet beneath her had become.
It was becoming harder and harder to keep her eyes focused.
Her breasts sat firm on her chest, rising and falling with her excitement, her nipples harder than they had ever been, erect diamond nubs that ached to be pulled, bitten, twisted, something.
Fātimah Saåīd was on her knees before him on the bed, thighs spread wide apart providing him with complete and full access to her core, quivering in this maddening lust.
Her body covered in perspiration, her hair matted, her mouth open breathing deeply.
Her cunt was screaming at Fātimah Saåīd for release, Fātimah Saåīd ached.
“What will happen baby?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at Fātimah Saåīd with a feigned seriousness, “Will something happen?”
“Oh fuck. Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh Gaaaawwddd!” Fātimah Saåīd screamed grinding her hips on his hand, “Fuck Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fuck you, you bastard!”
“What’s the matter baby? What’s happening?” again he smiled that devilish smile.
“Make me cum! Don’t stop! Don’t hold me there!” Fātimah Saåīd growled.
“Why not baby? Why can’t, Fātimah Saåīd, I hold you there?”
“Because…” Fātimah Saåīd was panting heavily now.
Soon Fātimah Saåīd wouldn’t be coherent at all.
Her ability to articulate herself clearly would be compromised and all reasoning and logic would leave her.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhh Gaaawddd!! Ahhhh, Ffffuuuuccckkkk!! Oh you bastard, you fucking bastard!!” Each phrase came in rapid succession of the other.
Fātimah Saåīd reached forward with both hands and grabbed his forearm in a vain attempt to force him to make her cum.
Her body shook and Fātimah Saåīd began to cry as Fātimah Saåīd felt no release.
“What baby? What do you need?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s voice sounded compassionate and caring on the surface but in reality he was far from it.
In a moment of lust driven clarity, Fātimah Saåīd looked him square in the eyes and spoke in a guttural tone,
“I need a cock. I need a cock fucking me!”
Her voice was forceful and serious,
“I need a cock in me fucking. Making me cum!”
And just to clarify exactly where Fātimah Saåīd was and how Fātimah Saåīd felt at that particular moment Fātimah Saåīd forcefully said,
“I can’t take any more of these micro orgasm!”
“A cock baby, where were we going to get you a cock?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm was smug.
He thought he had her.
He thought Fātimah Saåīd was a slave to her desire and that he held the key to how it run.
“YOurs baby. Please put yours inside me! Fuck me with your cock!” Fātimah Saåīd was giving him this last chance to move away from the precipice.
Each time Fātimah Saåīd spoke Fātimah Saåīd made sure to emphasize the word ‘Your’.
He had no idea what he was asking, no idea where this road he was heading them down was leading to.
And before he succumbed to P.E.R., Post Ejaculation Remorse, Fātimah Saåīd was going to move him as far away from it as Fātimah Saåīd could.
“Sorry baby, you have to finish sucking my cock, before I can do that. You know the rules,”
His right hand slowed its manipulation of her sex, while his left came up to her neck and began to move her head down.
“Don’t do this, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, this is big… Don’t go this far,” Fātimah Saåīd could feel her heart ache at where Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were headed.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was pushing her too hard and Fātimah Saåīd was going to lose herself to this level of lust.
There was a darker her that wanted to entertain the desire he was alluding to.
There was deviously, sickening part of her that ached for and accepted this path, the path Fātimah Saåīd would never return from.
“You are my bitch and you will do as I say…” Those words hit as no others had.
Just at that moment her will broke and Fātimah Saåīd resigned herself to a fate Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, could not fathom.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I’m telling you this will backfire. This will go farther than you want. You can’t see what you’re asking me to do,”
It was hopeless and Fātimah Saåīd knew even as Fātimah Saåīd spoke those words that there was no turning back.
“I’m asking you to suck my cock, bitch, and then to get fucked by the biggest cock of Durgesh Jījū you can find!”
“There will be no coming back from that, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fātimah Saåīd will not be the same woman afterwards. Playing is one thing, doing is another,” Her voice had lost all resistance.
If he pushed this it would happen, her commitment to this act would be resolute and complete.
“You know the rules…” He repeated once again.
“I know the rules, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, and so do you…” Her cunt was wet and soaked.
He continued to finger her pussy and play with her excited clit,
“We have not discussed where this could lead, I told you that I am exposed and open here!”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm just smiled and laughed as he held her.
One hand holding the back of her neck firmly, not allowing her to move away from him, the other had buried in her pussy, continuously bringing closer and closer to her orgasm, only to let off just enough to keep her on the edge.
“Yes baby, you are open to taking Durgesh Jījū’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund up your tiny Musalmān cunt. You will take it, you will like it and you will relish in the thrill of it,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm spoke with a finality that he did not understand, his lust filled fugue kept him oblivious to the consequences of their next steps.
“Fuck you, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fuck you!” The last of her resistance fled and Fātimah Saåīd was resolved to his wish, as it had now become hers.
“No, bitch, suck me and then fuck you, ” No sooner had he said that then he forcefully pushed her head down on his cock.
Like the whore he wanted her to be, Fātimah Saåīd opened her mouth and took it.
Fātimah Saåīd immediately dove down on his cock, took him deeply into her mouth, and then down her throat.
Fātimah Saåīd swallowed his cock completely to the base.
Fātimah Saåīd was now the whore they both wanted.
“Oh God, you’re good,” he moaned freely, “So fucking good!”
“That’s it, slut, take my cock, take my cum and suck me like the whore you are!” With every fiber of her being, Fātimah Saåīd complied with his expectations.
Fātimah Saåīd took his cock deeply, covering it with her saliva making it glisten and shine.
“Is that what you want baby, you want a whore for a wife,” Fātimah Saåīd asked as Fātimah Saåīd pulled her mouth from his cock.
Fātimah Saåīd was gasping for breath and sucking back her own spit mixed with copious amounts of Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s pre-cum.
“You want a slut in your bedroom!” Fātimah Saåīd stared at him directly, her eyes firmly locked on his, awaiting confirmation.
“A nasty fucking cunt who never cares who or what she fucks?” Fātimah Saåīd added.
“Yes that it, that’s what I want. A bitch! My bitch!”
“Careful, babe, you push me too far and there will be no coming back from this,” The warning was soft and non-compelling.
“Oh bitch! you have no idea what I want,”
“Well, why don’t you lie back and I’ll give you what you’re asking for and more,” Now the devious smile was upon her face and without him realizing it the tables had turned.
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Durgesh was naked from the waist down and his extraordinary equipment was on display for one and all to see.
There were some ‘Ooohs’ and a few ‘Ahhs,’ a couple of ‘Oh my gods,’ one ‘Holy fuck,’ more than one chuckle and a definite ‘I’m going to fucking kill you’ from Durgesh.
Muħammad ran for his life and left the party quickly, running all the way home forgetting his parent’s car in the process.
Fātimah Saåīd received a call from his mom, Sājidah Åleem shortly thereafter asking if it was safe to have him pick up the car or should she come and get it herself.
For the sake of the family Fātimah Saåīd said,
“I’d bring it to you and Muħammad Ibrāhīm would follow behind me to bring me back home.
This brought her back to the moment at hand.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, and Fātimah Saåīd were getting ready for bed.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was already in bed wearing the bottoms of his pyjamas and Fātimah Saåīd had just come out of the bathroom wearing the top.
Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm often went to bed that way, and had done so since the early days of their marriage.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had found it sexy from the time of their honeymoon and it just seemed to have stuck.
It was now this ritual Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm never let go of, the only change was if Fātimah Saåīd was having her period, then Fātimah Saåīd wore panties, but typically Fātimah Saåīd wore just the top.
What few nighties Fātimah Saåīd did have were of the more risqué type, that were meant to entice, although Fātimah Saåīd thought Fātimah Saåīd looked rather enticing as it was in a pyjama top.
Generally when Fātimah Saåīd shopped for bedclothes, Fātimah Saåīd bought large men’s pyjamas, long sleeved and that was it, that’s what Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm wore to bed.
So here Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were getting ready for bed.
Fātimah Saåīd had just come out of the shower, dried herself off, wrapped a towel around her head like a turban and was putting on her top, doing up the buttons.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, sitting in bed waiting for Fātimah Saåīd, obsessing, he couldn’t seem to let go of what he and Fātimah Saåīd and everyone else saw during the party; Durgesh naked from the waist down, fully exposed and on display sporting a rather large, possibly extraordinarily large, ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Although the incident probably happened in less than a minute from beginning to end it did seem much longer.
The global pause of the crowd seemed embarrassingly long and the moment felt like it had held still in time.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is really hung! No doubt the horny beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck Durgesh.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, continued.
The excitement in his voice was almost palatable; he was exuding an intense curiosity about what they had all witnessed, a morbid fascination if you will.
Not too dissimilar from driving by a car wreck, you don’t want to look but you just have too.
“Yes baby, I know,” Fātimah Saåīd replied in answer, her voice trying to downplay Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s enthusiasm.
Fātimah Saåīd thought if Fātimah Saåīd could just normalize the incident they could just move past it, without any undo harm.
But even in her thinking Fātimah Saåīd was referring to today’s event as ‘The Incident’ the harm had already occurred and Fātimah Saåīd just didn’t know it yet.
“Did you see it?” He repeated sounding as though he would be more fascinated with context of her answer than her simple acknowledgement of the fact.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, seemed to be attempting to judge the impact this was having on Fātimah Saåīd, it was apparent that it had, had an impact on him.
At the time Fātimah Saåīd didn’t think the impact to her was as far great as it was to him.
Fātimah Saåīd was soon to find out differently.
“How could I not babe?” Again her voice was calm and matter-of-fact.
“We all saw it!” Fātimah Saåīd said as Fātimah Saåīd walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm didn’t really appear to be looking at Fātimah Saåīd as he spoke.
He was in some far off place, recounting the events of the day over and over again.
“But did you really get a look at it?” He asked once again.
“Yes baby, I did,” Was her response.
It was simple and to the point, Fātimah Saåīd fond when he got like this it’s the best way to deal with him.
No emphasis on tone or phrasing, just straight and to the point.
Any build up in her voice one way or the other would simply caused him to further react.
“Fātimah Saåīd, I mean, Allah Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God, did you really see it!” His emphasis on the word ‘IT’ was undeniable.
He was clearly becoming obsessed with what had happened this afternoon at the pool party.
He was in awe of my apparent size and quite frankly without being too overly dramatic, it was big.
“Yes baby I saw it,” Fātimah Saåīd said still trying to down play the issue and just normalize the situation Fātimah Saåīd crawled into bed beside him, Fātimah Saåīd was fussing with her earrings and was taking them out to put them by her night-stand.
Seeing that Fātimah Saåīd was having difficulty, he came up behind Fātimah Saåīd and began to take them out for Fātimah Saåīd, first the left and than the right.
This was sort of a manipulation on her part, as this little ritual was usually an indication that Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were going to have sex.
Fātimah Saåīd had thought if Fātimah Saåīd could get him focused on something else, they could end this conversation and go to bed, but to no avail.
“It was big wasn’t it,” He asked really not expecting an answer that would be contrary to his observation.
Hell, there really was no way to rebuke what they had seen, what everyone had seen for that matter.
“Yes baby, it was big,” Fātimah Saåīd confirmed again, reassuring him once more that he was right, it was big Durgesh, their Hindu Brother in law, was rather hung.
Fātimah Saåīd turned to face him, taking her hair out of the towel and letting it fall to the floor.
He always loved this look on Fātimah Saåīd, fresh from the shower, hair looking wet and sexy.
Fātimah Saåīd pulled her pyjama top down, causing the material to pull firmly against her breast, exposing her ample Musalmān cleavage as a means to entice him away from this topic.
Her nipples began to poke out hard against the material indicating her arousal.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! My God,, and it wasn’t even hard!” He said as he lay back, nestling his head into the pillow while staring straight up at the ceiling.
Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t believe that he was ignoring her cues and staying singularly focused on this one issue.
Only because Durgesh was his Jījū, his brother in law?
Perhaps it wasn’t only that.
Durgesh represented Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, in his every divorce case.
Durgesh always saved Muħammad Ibrāhīm from his divorcee wives’ furious attempts to snatch away almost his entire money and wealth.
Fātimah Saåīd was going to have to be more direct and actually initiate the first move.
“No baby, Our Hindu Brother in law got pants in front of all his friends and he wasn’t sporting an erection,”
Allah, My God, the man was a moron.
How is getting pants’d in front of your friends a turn on for most men.
Fātimah Saåīd retorted.
“I don’t know, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Why don’t you ask him?” Now Fātimah Saåīd was getting annoyed.
But it was clear that her tone wasn’t registering, as this conversation didn’t appear to have an end to it.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was becoming more obsessed.
He’d always had a weird fascination with larger than normal penises, well that is to say when Fātimah Saåīd and Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched porn together, it always featured the more well endowed actors vs. those that might be considered more normal in their… size.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm! That is enough!” Fātimah Saåīd replied feeling a little frazzled by this discussion.
“You are talking about Durgesh, Our Hindu Brother in law,” Fātimah Saåīd said finally trying to bring an end to this topic.
For a second Muħammad Ibrāhīm appeared to have halted the discussion.
He turned onto his side, blinked his eyes, looked at Fātimah Saåīd seriously and said,
“Fātimah Saåīd, I know he’s Our Hindu Brother in law but Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! my God, the man is hung like a porn star, better even. Think about it, Fātimah Saåīd, with a dick like that he is really the living legend and he’s already sixty six! I’m not surprised they claim Durgesh Jījū is fucking entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Fātimah Saåīd just stared blankly at him as he continued,
This was a trap that Fātimah Saåīd didn’t see it coming.
Later when Fātimah Saåīd looked back on it Fātimah Saåīd would realize that this was the very moment things began to change, but at the time her Islamic instincts took over and Fātimah Saåīd became protective.
Fātimah Saåīd continued down this vain trying to set Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, straight.
Fātimah Saåīd was hoping he’d join her on a path that might be more conducive to supporting his Hindu Brother in law, rather than overly glamorizing his ‘Equipment’, “Most Musalmān girls have had limited encounters with Durgesh and something that… size, it’s kind of intimidating on your first attempt,”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm remained quiet as Fātimah Saåīd spoke and allowed her to go on.
Had Fātimah Saåīd known it was all part of his twisted little plan Fātimah Saåīd probably wouldn’t have preceded as Fātimah Saåīd did.
Well they say hindsight is always 20/20 and without its benefit, Fātimah Saåīd continued down this path blinded to what lay ahead of her.
“Besides,” Fātimah Saåīd went on, “Just because you have the best equipment in the game doesn’t mean you know how to use it or, that you’re the best player,”
Of course Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, wasn’t going to leave it there.
He was too caught up in his single minded pursuit, getting side tracked as most men do, becoming fixated with one angle of discussion, sex.
“Is that the voice of experience speaking?” He asked with a sly smile across his face.
“How did this conversation become about me?” Fātimah Saåīd questioned.
Fātimah Saåīd was becoming more than a little frustrated and her blood was beginning to boil, “We were talking about Durgesh.”
“Yes Fātimah Saåīd, I know, but you seem to have answers I haven’t considered, so I was wondering from whence this information came? Knowledge gathered through observation? Personal experience? Or are you just guessing?”
Allah! God, Fātimah Saåīd hated when he waxed philosophical.
As much as Fātimah Saåīd loved Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, he could be an arrogant Son-of-Bitch when he wanted to be and this was proving to be no different.
“Look, all I’m saying is that he does have the equipment you might think everyone wants,”
Fātimah Saåīd looked at him knowing he wasn’t able to get beyond the visual he’d seen this morning, “But without the right kind of practice, it maybe more of a curse than you’d like to think,”
“A curse, really. Are you sure?” Again that sly smile on his face appeared.
“Yes, of course I’m sure. That’s a rather large… a… weapon, he has between his legs,” Fātimah Saåīd reiterated what they both knew, “And I doubt there are any horny Musalmān girls with the experience needed to handle something like that, let alone teach him how actually to use it and use it well. Quite frankly that takes an experienced Musalmān woman not an inexperienced Musalmān girl,”
“And you don’t think he’s tried to use that thing on any of the Musalmān girls that seem to clamor around him all the time; Noor, Nishāt, Kulsoom, Rashīdah,” He listed just a small number of the girls that I had either dated or been close to over my life, “With not those Musalmān girls he has the pleasure of that Hindu tool?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was right.
Her own heart ached for him, recalling his embarrassment this afternoon when all had been revealed.
What if, Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t help but worry, he had experiences that weren’t as flattering to his ego as you might think.
What if his size made him more of a freak, than a living god among men? Men who had no clear idea what a cock like that could do to or for a Musalmān woman, if employed correctly.
Especially if the Hindu man knew how to use, oh the sexual doors they could open that others couldn’t.
“Well, they may have tried it, but I don’t believe for an instant they’d have been able to help him master it,” Fātimah Saåīd said emphatically.
Fātimah Saåīd was beginning to feel a mixture of things that ranged from custodial and protective, right through to possessive and jealous, almost covetous,
“That would take someone with far more experience than any of those inexperienced Musalmān girls have.”
“Really, so we’re talking a Musalmān woman vs. a Musalmān girl then?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, was being smug and it was having the effect he knew it would, the manipulative bastard.
“Well, I would think so…” and before Fātimah Saåīd finished her sentence Fātimah Saåīd knew he’d played her.
“Fine I’ll hook him up with an escort for a graduation present and he’ll get the practice he needs,” He smiled and reached for his cell phone, “Jamie, Jamīlah, will know just who to call.”
“Well, Fātimah Saåīd, I wasn’t thinking a mile but from what I saw this afternoon it looked to be around ten maybe twelve inches, What do you think?” the smile on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s face was devious and broad.
“I think you’re goading me, is what I think,” Fātimah Saåīd replied knowing full well he’d got her roused and he’d done it on purpose.
They had some of their best sex when Fātimah Saåīd was in this state and he knew it.
In fact Fātimah Saåīd was betting he was counting on it.
“Well, it was fucking huge, wasn’t it,” he said with a smile.
Moving in closer to her, closing the distance between their bodies, Fātimah Saåīd could feel the heat coming off him and knew where this was headed.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had a few tells when it came to sex and this was one of them.
“Yes it was,” Fātimah Saåīd affirmed.
“It was fucking huge,” And thick, Fātimah Saåīd thought to herself, nice and thick, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God, was it thick.
It didn’t occur to her until later but Fātimah Saåīd began to swear, which was one of her ‘tells’ when it came to wanting sex and Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew that one well.
Suddenly Fātimah Saåīd was horny, hornier than Fātimah Saåīd had been in a long time.
There was something unique about her frustration level, and her sometimes.
When Fātimah Saåīd got frustrated Fātimah Saåīd got horny.
So given the futility of the discussion She’d been having with Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband, Fātimah Saåīd was definitely frustrated and therefore aroused.
And this arousal brought on by Muħammad Ibrāhīm, Fātimah Saåīd’s husband’s incessant obsession with the size of Durgesh’s cock had Fātimah Saåīd raging with a frustration Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t pinpoint.
Before Fātimah Saåīd knew what was happening he had his hand behind her head and brought her in for a kiss.
He held her head tightly; making sure the kiss was tight and passionate. Their mouths sought each other as if trying to chew and consume the other.
Her tongue searched out his, as Fātimah Saåīd sucked and bit his lips.
Soon both her hands held his face close to her and Fātimah Saåīd couldn’t get enough of his taste and smell but Fātimah Saåīd wanted more.
The kiss continued and progressed as Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned back into the bed against his pillows.
Fātimah Saåīd moved forward with him, straddling his legs, not wanting their mouths to part.
Fātimah Saåīd needed him, wanted him, and craved him.
Fātimah Saåīd pressed her forehead to his, her eyes half lidded and took the opportunity to breathe and get her bearings.
Breathing deeply through her mouth, her firm breast rising and falling with the intake of air, Fātimah Saåīd could feel her nipples hardening like diamonds, pointing proudly on her full firm breasts.
Her Musalmān cleavage fully exposed with tiny beads of sweat beginning to form, Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned forward and kissed her neck.
His hands pulling open her pyjama shirt as he began to suck his way down to first her right and then her left nipple.
He sucked and bit them, driving crazy as only he can.
Over the years he has become very proficient at using the sensitivity of her nipples to get her to acquiesce to his sexual desires.
So he began to work his way back up her neck to her mouth, while twisting her nipples between his fingers.
This always drove her crazy and quickly led to her demonstrating her love for him in overly amorous ways.
Looking down through her half lidded eyes, Fātimah Saåīd saw his cut Musalmān noonī poking through his pyjamas.
It was firm and hard and looked as though it ached to be touched, held, licked and sucked.
Fātimah Saåīd reached for it and found the head wet and slippery with his pre-cum.
“Arrgh, fuck,” he moaned as her hand encompassed his erection.
Fātimah Saåīd held it firmly and began to stroke his length.
It was thick and hard and pulsed in her hand.
It was amazing to her how something like a cock can feel both hard as steel and velvety soft at the same time.
The head was wet and slick with pre-cum, Fātimah Saåīd ran her thumb across the tip, and over the slit where Fātimah Saåīd knew it would be the most sensitive.
This utmost sensitive part that was covered by foreskin originally to keep it utmost sensitive forever, was entirely exposed in a cut Musalmān noonī, losing its natural sensitivity thus deliberately to avoid sex as much as possible and devote himself to military activities of Jihad.
That was why Muħammad Ibrāhīm needed outside provocation as he needed the discussion of Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund now.
Hindus never needed it.
They were intelligent enough to keep their foreskin intact ever.
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But then again I should have seen it coming as Āmnah Ůsmān had always been frightfully jealous of Saåīdah Zaheer.
I paused a minute trying to collect my thoughts as I heard her bedroom door slam shut.
I wondered briefly if I should wait giving her time to cool off or go up now.
As I headed up the stairs I figured waiting would only give her ample time to become even more upset.
I must nip this in the bud and now.
I reached her room and knocked on the door.
I knocked louder,
“Come on, Āmnah Ůsmān … WE NEED TO TALK!!”
“Come in,” she said.
Much to my surprise her voice seemed calm and controlled if not a bit cool.
I slipped in the door.
She was sitting on down on her bench, combing her hair in front of the mirror on her vanity table.
I walked up behind her.
Our eyes met briefly in the mirror before she looked away.
“Āmnah Ůsmān, try to understand … I am sorry to say …” I started now knowing exactly what I was going to say or what I should say to make things better.
“What are you sorry for Durgesh? Maybe for ignoring my needed, huh?” She continued to brush her long dark hair not really paying attention to me as I stood behind her.
“Your needed … what needed did I ignore …? I thought … we had a really nice day.”
“Yes until the end when I…needed…you to make one simple promise to me.”
She stopped brushing her hair and looked at me steadily in the mirror.
I stepped closer, put my hands on her shoulders. “Honey…Āmnah Ůsmān, sweetheart, it’s…it’s not that simple. I…am lonely here by myself…I have needed…that…”
“Needed that I would be…more than happy to fulfill if only you would let me, Durgesh…but you won’t as I plainly seen down by the fire when you’d barely touch me.”
There she had said it.
The proverbial cat was out of the bag.
She wondered what, if anything, my response will be to her bold statement.
When I said nothing she began combing her hair again in long jerking motions, ignoring me once more.
I was getting annoyed by her attitude and by the combing of the hair but most of all maybe by having no real response to what she just proposed.
I wondered if she realized what kind of needed I was referring to which more than anything gave me pause.
The frustration was building in her heart.
I was soon tired of being ignored.
I grabbed her hand in mid stroke, wrestling the brush away from her and tossed it on the vanity table.
It crashed there with a loud thud.
“Durgesh!!” She cried surprised by my sudden display of aggression.
Surprised and a bit turned on maybe.
“Pay attention little girl…I did not touch you much, hold you much when we cuddled in front of the fire because of one simple reason.” I paused as our eyes met once more in the mirror.
I sensed this was a critical juncture in our relationship.
I chose my next words carefully.
“I just did not trust myself honey…and you know what I am talking about?” I held up my hands, “These hands sometimes don’t obey me.” I said softly yet gravely.
She turned to me while reaching up to grasp my hands in hers.
Now with my hands firmly trapped by her own she brought them up to her lips and kissed them several times.
“But Durgesh…” she turned back to the mirror while guiding my hands back to her shoulders.
“I trust you … And that is what really counts.” Āmnah Ůsmān let her hands slip down to her lap.
She was quiet for a moment before adding,
“I love you so very much…not trusting your big strong hands on me is never going to happen.”
“I love you too Āmnah Ůsmān… very much.” I leaned down and kissed her on top of the head.
Once again she had managed to melt my heart.
Without having to think about it I began to slowly massage her shoulders through the thick fuzzy material of her robe.
She sighed gently, feeling my hands on her shoulders.
My fingers moved slowly across each shoulder blade, then up her neck, and then back across the shoulders.
“Is this what you wanted, Āmnah Ůsmān?” I whispered to her. “For me to pay more attention to you…with these big strong hands.”
“That and…a simple little promise.” She felt me stiffen and stop my massage.
She quickly added,
“But for now I will settle for this little massage as it felt so good.”
Āmnah Ůsmān leaned her head down, while raising her hands to mine.
Gripping them tightly she pushed them under the material of the robe at the neckline whispering softly,
“This would be better though.”
I worked my way across her shoulders once more kneading and stroking- now with nothing between my hands and her shoulders I noticed something that caused my heart to race.
I slowly worked my hands across her shoulders…one on each… back and forth … I began to realize my hands were not impeded by anything, namely bra straps!
Her shoulders were bare so that must mean… under that robe is?
I tried to not think about what it meant that my hands were not impended by anything.
as I worked them over and across her shoulders. I tried to concentrate on just rubbing her shoulders and nothing else but it’s hard especially when she began to moan softly from my touch while leaning her head back against my stomach.
I brought my hands up from under her robe and using my thumbs I rubbed behind her ears, pulled on her hair gently.
Āmnah Ůsmān looked up at me and smiled.
A warm relaxed smile that said maybe her storm of anger had passed.
The massage continued until…she wanted more.
She asked me to rub her back too.
I couldn’t say no to her.
She moved forward on the bench seat until she was in on the front edge.
Patting the seat behind her she requested me to sit down.
The bench was just wide enough for both of us to sit, yet somewhat uncomfortably.
Consequently, she was sitting between my legs.
I started at her shoulders working my way slowly down her back just a bit then up again.
I felt the tension building between us once more.
Not long into the massage she opened her eyes and looked at me in the mirror while saying softly,
“Durgesh, I think your massage would be much better if this stupid robe was not in the way…don’t you think.”
I froze for an instant.
My mind whirling with wicked thoughts.
What if the fact I felt no bra straps really meant she was completely and utterly naked under her robe…or at the very least topless?
I looked at her and saw her face darken when I did not answer right away.
I couldn’t bear to upset her anymore as she was still obviously in a fragile state of mind.
“Of course, Āmnah Ůsmān.” and then before I could stop myself my humane instincts forced me to add, “Hmm but that may not be a really good idea… ”
“Well, why not Durgesh…” she snorted in reply, her voice taking on that scary edge that indicated a storm is brewing.
“Because you are afraid of what I have on under my robe Durgesh…if anything.”
She smiled so sweet and innocent at me as if what we were talking about was not deadly serious. “Come on Durgesh …don’t be shy …” she said in a teasing playful voice while she reached behind her and took my hands into hers.
Āmnah Ůsmān guided them around to her front to where the robe was tied.
My mind raced.
What to do!!.
If I put up a fight and said no she will probably flip out again and get mad.
As she did earlier.
But if I complied with her wishes, took off the robe and she had no bra on underneath as I suspected…
My hands were now on the tie holding her robe shut, with her hands wrapped tightly over them.
“Come on Durgesh, Please undo my robe…I don’t mind really …” she then added the kicker, “You don’t want to make me cry again, do you?”
That settled it, as pure and simple emotional blackmail had done the trick.
I must comply with her wishes or risk another crying jag.
With her help I slowly started to undo the tie.
The robe fell open slightly – her hands never left mine.
I watched in the mirror as she guided my hands up to just below her shoulders…
“Go on, Durgesh, take it off” she whispered.
My heart racing, I gently slid my fingers inside the robe and pulled it off slowly.
I was staring at her in the mirror.
My eyes glued to her chest as the robe slid down and off her shoulders.
I was wrong.
She was not naked under her robe, nor topless but instead young Āmnah Ůsmān had an absolutely gorgeous green strapless bra on.
It looked very smug on her.
In fact, it looked like it is having the worst of times trying to contain those big beautiful Musalmān tits of hers.
My eyes grew big with amazed wonder as she stood up slipping the robe off the rest of the way.
She was wearing an equally sexy pair of matching green lace thong panties.
She smiled at me innocently as I moved my hands to her back and started rubbing her shoulders again working my way down – slowly -my eyes kept flickering back to the image in the mirror of young Āmnah Ůsmān in that sexy strapless bra.
No words were exchanged as of yet.
Āmnah Ůsmān was merely enjoying my attentions on her body while for my part I was graver.
I rubbed up and down her back, massaging her nicely, scratching her back lightly with my fingernails all the way down to her bra strap and then back up.
I kneaded her shoulders again as my eyes flickered down to her chest helplessly.
Finally she broke the silence.
“So do you like it Durgesh. It’s new.”
“My bra and panties, silly. Surely you must have an opinion on them, one way or the other.”
Āmnah Ůsmān expected my hands keep wanting to slide around to the front and start massaging those tantalizing, mouthwatering Musalmān tits of hers through that sexy bra.
It seemed to be a primeval urge that must be coming from somewhere deep and dark within my heart. It was an urge I had to fight with all my willpower.
“Hmm, not saying anything. Oh well I know you like them anyway, especially my bra.” Āmnah Ůsmān said this in a very teasing voice that suggested she had a rather good idea I was having such a hard time taking my eyes off of her chest.
“Why do you say that, honey?” I answered, with a mighty effort tore my eyes off of her chest and looked away.
“Let’s just say it was woman’s intuition.”
Then as our eyes met in the mirror she added with a pretty smirk on her face,
“That and the way you keep avoiding staring at my chest.”
“Don’t even try and deny it Durgesh. I would be most insulted if you do. In fact I am already bit insulted that you have not told me how nice I look in my new bra.”
I leaned in and whispered in her ear, as my hands were poised on her shoulders,
“Āmnah Ůsmān, your new bra looks fabulous on you, as do the matching panties…and yes I have been avoiding staring. Do you hate me for it honey. I mean did it make you …uncomfortable.”
“Of course, Durgesh. I want you to appreciate me there too.” She said as she reached back and stroked my cheek with her hand. “And thank you for being so brave to tell me how good I look.”
She brought her mouth up to mine and planted a kiss seductively on my lips.
And then another when I showed no sign of resistance.
This second kiss lingered before she broke it off causing my heart to trip hammer.
“But you really do like the way it looked on me right Durgesh …you’re not just saying that to make me feel better.” She turned back around while my hands came up and began stroking her hair. “Maybe I am just trying to compete with Saåīdah Zaheer in the looks department.”
“Competing and winning sweetheart.” I told her as I leaned in and whispered into her ear.
I wanted to make her feel better, wanted her to stop being so damn jealous of Saåīdah Zaheer.
“And no honey… I am just not saying that to make you feel better.”
I pulled back and looked at her very seriously deep in the eyes before adding,
“I think you look fantastic and you’re absolutely right. I am have had a really, really hard time keeping my eyes off your chest…”
“Really Durgesh … I was just kinda you know kidding when I said that.”
She had a very bemused look on her face now as we sat staring at each other, sitting so very close on her little vanity bench. “I mean really you have been staring at my chest Durgesh?”
Āmnah Ůsmān was being so sweet and loving to me; giving me those two small little kisses had set my heart on fire, so why not tell her the truth, especially when the truth will make her feel better about herself.
My hands now slid around her waist rubbing her sides up and down as she turned back around facing the mirror once more. I leaned in and said in her ear.
“Yes honey…I had been staring at your chest…it’s the awful truth.”
She whispered back,
“Only awful if I didn’t like what you saw.”
“And if I did like what I saw honey…what then.”
“Then you should tell me.” She said her voice showing no signs of discomfort that we were discussing me staring at the twenty eight year old Āmnah Ůsmān’s chest.
“Well in that case then…I like what I see… very much so” I whispered in her ear as my hands slid up and down her bare arms.
“Better than Saåīdah Zaheer?” Āmnah Ůsmān smiled cunningly.
My hands rested softly around her tummy stroking it in small circles with one finger.
I sighed heavily knowing she will not let me off easy.
“Yes sweetheart better than Saåīdah Zaheer.”
“And am I as pretty as her, Durgesh darling?” She wrapped her hands around mine and began to guide them upwards to the swell of her beautiful boobs.
Yet just before we could reach, with a mighty effort of willpower, I stopped them just short.
Her heart was speeding with forbidden excitement as I sensed things were about to get out of hand.
As my fingers glided gently across her flat well-toned abs my excitement increased.
It was only by some small miracle that I stopped them just short of the lacy bottom of her bra.
“Promise me you won’t go back to her and we could do this…all the time Durgesh…that is cuddle like this I mean.”
“Honey if anyone…finds out about this.”
“Durgesh, no one needed to know. It would be our little secret.”
She slipped her arms behind and around my neck pulling me in closer.
I lowered my mouth closer to her neck.
My lips brushed the slope of her neck.
She let out a soft moan as I began to kiss her neck softly.
I showered her neck with my kisses as I took a quick glance in the mirror.
I saw Āmnah Ůsmān had tilted her head back and thrust her chest out allowing me total access to her extremely beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body- if only I wanted really to take advantage.
She turned her face to mine.
Our lips touched.
I felt the fire going up my spine; the passion exploding in my heart.
We kissed soft and slow.
Over and over again.
“Oh Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā… I love you so much…” Āmnah Ůsmān said in a husky whisper, her voice filled with her forbidden Musalmān passion for me, as she broke with me briefly in between kisses.
We continued to exchange small breathless exclamations of love while my hands began to slip towards her boobs.
I couldn’t take it anymore!
Her tongue flickered out and explored my mouth, which pretty much sealed the deal as I was not going anywhere.
All pretense of innocence lost now.
My tongue glided out into her mouth as we kissed long and deep.
My hands continued to drift all around her bare mid-section.
“Durgesh, your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, loves you too Āmnah Ůsmān.” I said.
My voice was also rough with desire and passion. Our lips crashed together over and over.
My tongue snaked into her mouth, probing deeper, tasting her.
She responded by shoving her tongue back against mine; the kiss went on and on, until finally out of breath both of us pulled back.
Āmnah Ůsmān smiled at me.
“That was nice.”
“Yes,” I too smiled now.
Āmnah Ůsmān turned back towards the mirror -leaned her back against my chest as she grabbed my hands and guided them to her mid-section.
I rubbed her tummy in small circles, wanting to do so much more but cautious to make the attempt.
“You can play with them now if you want…” she started to guide my hands upwards, “I mean if you really think they are nice… like you said Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā… you must want to touch them.”
My hands reached the edge of her bra.
I paused as I looked at her in the mirror.
She smiled at me, soft and sweet, before her head lolled back, arching her back pushing her beautiful young Musalmān tits out to their maximum potential.
My eyes were glued to the image of young Āmnah Ůsmān’s Musalmān tits in the mirror as they looked so damn inviting in that strapless bra, which was barely containing them.
Then she whispered what was a most enticing invitation.
“Go on, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, touch them if you want…you will be the first… ever.”
My heart nearly exploded in pure excitement from her little confession.
Āmnah Ůsmān gave one final soft push upwards and my hands came into contact with the soft material of her bra.
Her hands were still over mine making sure they didn’t stray from her young erect Musalmān tits as she exerted mild downward pressure.
The soft feel of the bra combined with the firmness of her young virgin Musalmān tits caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to reach new heights of hardness.
It was an incredible feeling, full of pure red hot passion, as I began to slowly massage Āmnah Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān tits through her bra.
There was no escape as she held my hands firmly in place over her boobs.
Moving my hands in small circles all over the lacey material of her bra I began to massage them more firmly warming to the task at hand.
She moaned softly,
Her encouragement turned the heat up even higher- I began to vigorously rub her boobs, now all over, as her hands dropped away.
She was confident that I no longer needed encouragement to fondle her beautiful Musalmān tits.
Āmnah Ůsmān leaned back and relaxed against me while I cupped her boobs from underneath feeling their soft weight through that incredibly sexy strapless bra.
Āmnah Ůsmān moaned even louder, closing her eyes and thrusting her chest out.
“Should I take it off Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” she whispered to me.
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Mukammil pānch sāl ho chuké thé.
Abbū Ħaj sé wāpas nahīn lauŧé thé.
Is darmyān na sirf Hindustan kī, balki Kashmir kī ħukūmat bhī tabdīl ho chukī thī.
Abbū né Durgesh Jījū sé phone par darkħwāst kī thī ki jab tak voh Kashmir nahīn lauŧté, Durgesh Jījū na sirf apni satrah naujawān bīwiyon kā, balki Ammījān kā bhī Mukammil kħayāl rakhén, aur jis taraħ Durgesh Jījū Abbū kī satrahon béŧiyon ko kabhī kisī taraħ kī kamī maħsūs nahīn hone dété, Ammījān ko bhī kabhī kisī taraħ kī kamī maħsūs na hone dén.
Andhā kyā chāhé?
Ammījān ab Durgesh Jījū sé khulkar chudwāné lag gaī thien.
Unkī satrahon Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān béŧiyān pahlé sé hī is ħaqīqat sé wāqif thien ki un satrahon ko chodné sé qabl hī Durgesh Jījū Ammījān ko chodné lag gayé thé.
Aur kaisé na jāntīn?
Un tamām satrahon né ék ék karké Ammījān ko blackmail kiyā thā ki voh unko Durgesh Jījū sé kħud chudwāyén.
Agar unhoné aésā nahīn kiyā to voh Ammījān aur Durgesh Jījū ké voh tamām videos jārī kar déngī jo unhoné ab tak taiyār kiyé hain.
Ammījān sannāŧé mén ā gain.
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Durgesh Al Āsiyah Al Jihād
Durgesh Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm
Commander Al Fataħ Al Islam, Muħammad Salāħuddīn, was 41 years old. He was the owner of Software Solutions.
He was a brilliant software engineer.
His company had a net worth of just under one million dollars.
He was in the process of landing a huge government contract.
His wife, Al Āsiyah Al Jihād, was 37 years old.
Her pride and joy was Islam.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn had joined the Marine Corps when he turned 18.
Al Āsiyah Al Jihād and Muħammad Salāħuddīn had been married for 19 years.
Over the years she had let herself go.
She was about 30 pounds overweight.
Their sex life had dwindled to once or twice a month.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn wasn’t interested in Sex very much ab initio.
Recently Muħammad Salāħuddīn’s private secretary had to quit.
Her husband got a job offer in Dubai.
He was sitting at his desk looking over the resumes of the applicants.
He had narrowed it down to five.
He had done the oral interviews and Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm seemed the best.
Her office skills were about equal with the other four, but she was one hot looking babe.
Pretty face, nice rack and legs clear up to her ass.
She dressed to show it all off.
She would give a dead man a boner.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn wanted to keep her away from me.
The problem was Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm wasn’t interested in any Musalmān now.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn was worried.*
They were crazy to get Durgesh’s ever unconquerable ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.
Two weeks later Al Āsiyah Al Jihād stopped by Muħammad Salāħuddīn’s office on her way to lunch with her friend.
She wanted to tell Muħammad Salāħuddīn she just got a call from Durgesh.
I was going to Iraq in one week.
Al Āsiyah Al Jihād notices Muħammad Salāħuddīn’s new secretary.
She was sitting at her desk doing her nails.
“Hi, I’m Mrs. Muħammad Salāħuddīn. Is Muħammad Salāħuddīn busy?”
“Hi, Mrs. Muħammad Salāħuddīn. I’m Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm. I don’t think he’s busy. Just go right in.”
She told Muħammad Salāħuddīn about me and they chat a while.
She didn’t say a word about his secretary.
As she left she gave Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm a closer look.
Her antenna went up and she was on high alert.
She would definitely keep her eyes and ears open.
A week later, Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm informed Muħammad Salāħuddīn that she had to go to lunch with me.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn couldn’t stop her.
He wanted to, but he knew it would be disastrous to him if I would’ve turned against him.
Muħammad Salāħuddīn permitted her.
We were sitting in a small coffee house.
I took her hand.
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm didn’t pull it back.
“How would you like to thank me?”
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm flashed a big smile, thrust out her beautiful young Musalmān breasts and said,
“Why don’t we go somewhere more private and I’ll show you.”
“You know I’m a married man. Do you think it’s a good idea?”
“I think it’s a great idea. No one but us have to know. I can keep a secret if you can.”
It’s been three weeks since I fucked Al Sāliħah Al Fahī.
I decided to go for it.
“Come with me.”
I drove to a mid-range motel and rented a room.
We went in the room and Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm all but attacked me.
“Get naked for me, Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm. I want to see it all again.”
She did a little strip tease for me.
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm posed for me nude.
“I always like what I see now. Now, take my clothes off too yourself.”
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm slowly took off my clothes.
She dropped to her knees, cupped my Hindu balls with one hand and stroked my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with the other.
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm kissed the head of my cock.
“Mmmm, nicest package you have there. I’m guessing about 7 inches now already, yet still expanding. This ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours can make even Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā crazy for it.”
“Isn’t it blasphemy, Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm?”
Al Sāliħah Al Fahīm watched me gravely herself.
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The New Order taking place
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me deeply.
However, there was a time when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was worried that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was going to lose me forever to the most painful sort of hatred.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, had separated from me a year earlier and while it was difficult for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to move past it, I didn’t seem capable of doing so.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood.
“Don’t betray Durgesh, Ammī.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had said to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, gravely. Abbū tried his best to send you to gas chamber. Even then you are returning to him because Abbū is a Musalmān and Durgesh is a Hindu?”
Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl smiled at her PhD daughter.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled sarcastically,
“I didn’t have another option then for our respectful survival. I was immensely grateful to Durgesh. He loves us beautiful Musalmān houseladies incredibly. I was aware of my ever incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. Immensely indebted to Durgesh, I offered myself to him. He accepted me.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was too angry to her immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, that she shouted at her brutally.
“How selfish you are, Ammī! I’m ashamed that I’m your daughter.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm marched out of there furiously.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew I had been deeply in love with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and, when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl betrayed me, I took it terribly hard.
The other half of my soul had been snatched away from md in a blink, after all.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year.
She picked up the house, supervised cooking, and generally did all of the chores that Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl used to do.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did everything Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could think of to try and bring me out of my shell, but nothing seemed to work.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was only 28 when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl left me so it was not like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a lot of life experience to advise me on what to do.
And only a year later, at the age of 29, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no more experienced than before.
At some point Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply gave up and just held out hope that I’d crawl out of the hole of abnormal gravity on my own.
To some degree I had, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew the man I’d become was a mere shadow of who I’d been before.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her own life in order by continuing her education at the University.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved science. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes.
Fortunately, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t have to keep a job since, before her desertion, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made Al Fātimah Al Naåīm
Herself individually fairly wealthy- and my income only helped to bolster our financial health.
We’re even more than Gates Foundation wealthy now.
Our house and cars were paid for and her college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis.
As an only child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried her best not to let our wealth make her into a bitch or anything, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought that was mostly due to how her parents raised Al Fātimah Al Naåīm
– Always kind and helpful to those who were in need.
That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself.
Waiting for the right opportunity to help me was a hard test in patience.
That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day.
The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put down her shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home.
The lights were off and no one was there to greet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, even though she’d seen my car in the garage.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called out to see if I was awake, but I didn’t respond. She figured that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm should go check up on me and make sure that I hadn’t slept the day away.
It was such a beautiful day!
Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?
“Durgesh?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called down the hallway that led to my room.
Still I didn’t reply.
As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got closer to my bedroom door, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear the muffled sounds of my TV.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got directly to the door Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: I was fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Again.
I’d been doing that a lot lately.
I just couldn’t bring myself to start dating again.
They always kept my immensely active ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund engaged into their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choots and even into their ever smart young Musalmān ass.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood it that it was the physical need of both her Musalmān girlfriends and mine too.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had found me in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while fucking her beautiful young Musalmān girlfriends.
Most of the women I fucked were who looked a bit like her Ammi, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.
It was just whatever tickled her fancy.
Over the last few months Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had learned a lot more about my sexual interests than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had ever wanted to know.
Like, who wants to know that their father’s favorite sexual position is doggy-style?
But what could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do?
Scolding me about it might embarrass me, which might cause me to withdraw from Al Fātimah Al Naåīm further, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm certainly didn’t want that.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently knocked on my door to see if I was awake.
Still no reply.
The door was slightly ajar.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found.
Sure enough, there was I, sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, with her one year younger girlfriend, Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, impaling herself with my ever infamous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
We both were so exhausted in our warm sex sessions that we also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around us.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, however, was still entirely buried into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Jāsiyah Al Shams was straddling me on top of me.
Shaking her head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.
“Allah! Oh, God, Durgesh! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Durgesh ! FUCK ME!” the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see that she looked a lot like her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.
Which also meant that she looked a lot like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, because Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was damn near a clone of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was her age.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on her.
I was actually not fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams.
I was actually fucking her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.
Al Jāsiyah Al Shams resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, so much that everyone misunderstood Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams were twins.
This was the third time that week that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had caught me like this, fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, but it looked like I’d finally found something that hit a little closer to home.
“Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!” the male actor told his “daughter” as he fucked her from behind. “Durgesh‘s got a big load for you.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shook her head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV’s power button.
What had Durgesh turned into?
What kind of man had he become after Ammī deserted?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had I changed so much in such a short period of time?
For the last year Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had pretty much taken her Ammī’s, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl’s place in every way except one… and now it seemed that I might be in utmost need for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to fill that other forbidden role, too.
“Allah! God, I miss you, Durgesh,” She muttered as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around to regard my passed-out form. “What happened to you?”
As was perfectly natural, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm guessed, her eyes fell upon my spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it was still buried entirely into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Even when it was buried entirely, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund looked to be pretty big.
“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Good Lord,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm whispered in disbelief, “how in the hell did Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl handle that thi-” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped herself in mid-sentence.
What the hell was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm saying?!
That was Durgesh!
“Snap out of it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Just… let’s just leave the man in peace, okay?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went to the bed, focusing her attention on the towel in my hand, and carefully took it from me.
I didn’t even stir.
The towel was… stiff in some parts.
Allah! Dear God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was holding my cum-rag that was stiff with my dried semen and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s vaginal Musalmān juices.
Trying to take the high road, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from my bulbous Hindu cockhead.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no blushing virgin.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had seen male plumbing before, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have to admit: Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was practically a work of art!
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stared at it in awe for a moment before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself together and covered it with the towel.
As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to leave my room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm caught a glimpse of herself in Ammī’s old vanity mirror.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was wearing a thin summer dress and her long, brown hair was hanging softly over her shoulders.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to ignore that even as she realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be her twin!
They had the same large Musalmān breasts.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s had smaller areolas.
The same curvy Musalmān buttocks.
Their tiny-looking Musalmān pussies were both completely hairless, the same toned thighs and arms.
Yeah, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself, I was definitely fucking to the fantasy of having sex with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.
Or maybe it was just an analog of her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was young that he was fucking her.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really know.
And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t sure how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt about it just yet.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave her sleeping, naked, cum-spent Durgesh one more long look and then quietly walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind her.
When the door closed a bit louder than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had intended, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cringed.
My voice immediately came from inside my room.
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?” I said sluggishly. “Is that you?”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, Durgesh. It’s me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and then supervise dinner. Come out whenever you’re ready.”
“Okay,” I said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that I could continue to sleep.*
While Al Fātimah Al Naåīm changed into her bikini in her bedroom, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror once more.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing her extremely beautiful young Musalmān curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I?
Maybe her butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller.
It was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a her Moment or two.
But the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just couldn’t believe I was watching that.
Was I really thinking about Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, my own stepdaughter, in a sexual way?
Wasn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Almost every stepdaughter of mine has expressly refused to accept me her stepfather.
I was always ‘Durgesh’ for them.
Even if they called me ‘Dad’, it was only a sarcasm always.
Everyone of them is now proud mothers of Durgesh’s sons.
All of them claim Durgesh is the ever best husband for them.
None could take care of them as Durgesh did ever.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t wrap her mind around that possibility.
It had to be Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl I was thinking of.
But, a small part of her mind insisted: what if it wasn’t?
I had been fucking a lot of her Musalmān girlfriends who resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, lately.
Maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s doing so much around the house was causing me to transfer my feelings for Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, onto Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
Durgesh is still fucking them daily several times.
Why can’t Durgesh fantasize to fuck Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too if her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, is not available?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense.
Should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm discourage it or should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just let it slide and wait for me to get it out of my system?
If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waited, how long would that take?
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just didn’t have the answers to those questions.
All Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could do was rely on her instincts and hope for the best.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew well enough to be certain that I would never cross a line uninvited.
That was for sure.
I was a loving, gentle person.
Even when I was angry, I never got mad or lost control.
I just… wallowed in my self-confidence, more than anything.
Sometimes I’d stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the ‘net.
It broke her heart to see me so crushed by her Ammī’s absence, which was part of why Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked so hard to do the things she did.
In my current state Al Fātimah Al Naåīm seriously doubted that I would work up the energy to do it myself.
Besides which, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me.
What kind of daughter would Al Fātimah Al Naåīm be if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just did nothing while I slowly fell to pieces?
That wasn’t how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been raised, after all.
“Helping others is a gift to yourself,” Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, always said.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put those thoughts aside and got her bikini on.
Once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did notice something odd, though.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced up at my bedroom window, she noticed that I was watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm from it.
I wasn’t jacking off or doing anything perverted like that.
I was just watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.
When I saw Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looking up at me, I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a soft smile and waved before receding back into my room after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved back.
It was a rare thing to see me smile and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve done anything to see it more.*
Later that night, as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting finished with cooking dinner, I came into the dining room wearing my normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at my normal place.
I remained quiet as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm piled some spaghetti on my plate and brought it to me, having made a plate for herself already.
When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm set the plate down, I looked up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with this peculiar expression on my face.
“Sweetheart, about earlier today… I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I… I’m guessing it was you. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”
“It’s okay, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “I’m a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It’s perfectly Natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we’ll watch a movie later or something.”
I shook my head.
“Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, just.. I need to explain something to you-”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently placed a hand on my shoulder and said,
“Durgesh, you don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You miss my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, I miss her, too.”
I shook my head more emphatically.
“No, you don’t understand, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her desertion. I’ve taken some time off from work to just, well… deal with it. I’ve had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn’t know.”
Seeing the look of seriousness on my face, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a seat close to me and gave me her undivided attention.
“What is it, Durgesh?”
I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly.
After a Moment of steeling my nerves, I said,
“Well… it’s not just going to be the anniversary of your mother’s desertion. You see.. the day before she left us we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn’t told you about it yet and, when she left us, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t bear to put you through more pain and loss. So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I kept it a secret.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this.
“What? Oh, Durgesh! That’s… oh, I’m so sorry, Durgesh ! Your Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew something was bothering you, aside from missing my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl,, I mean, but… oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you’ve been carrying that around with you?”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I know, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I should have told you, Sweetheart,” I said solemnly, “but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t stand to…”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled at me sweetly and tried her best to let her feelings of love and compassion be evident.
“It’s okay, Durgesh. Never mind. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand.”
I took a deep breath of relief and closed my eyes.
Then I looked down sorrowfully at my hands and said,
“The hell of it was that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and I had been trying for a long time, y’know? And when we finally got the news that she’d caught, we were just so damned excited. But now… now all of that is lost.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the sadness in my eyes and her heart damn near broke into a million pieces.
That was the one piece of the puzzle Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been missing.
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea that Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was pregnant when she deserted, but now that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew, everything made a lot more sense about why I was so despondent.
Oh, her aching heart!
What could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do to help put me back together?
Her mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.
“Oh, don’t say that, Durgesh ! You’re not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again.”
I was already shaking my head, immediately rejecting that idea.
“No. It just… it wouldn’t be the same, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Your mother… she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it’s just… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t do it and look you in the eye. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I had felt like I had, I dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you… you’re our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t, not with someone who isn’t her.”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm frowned slightly at that with deep compassion.
“I… I understand, Durgesh. I do. I just hope that, someday, you’ll be able to get past it.”
“So do I, honey,” I said with a small, wan smile. “So do I. There’s just not another woman on the planet like her.”
“Except for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, that is,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm added.
I glanced up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a curious look.
We stared at each other for a Moment, her mind still spinning with ideas.
Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in her mind, one thought leapt to the surface.
“Maybe… maybe the solution… Durgesh, I don’t like seeing you in pain like this. It’s not fair. You deserve better. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, but…”
Al Fātimah Al Naåīm steeled herself for what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was about to say. “…but a part of her is still alive, in a way.”
“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, what in the world are you talking about?”
“Me, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said.
The look of confusion didn’t leave my face, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued.
“I’m still here. And I’m half my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? Her egg, your sperm- at least SOME of my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would be in there. I mean, it’s Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?”
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Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave my balls another squeeze and with a loud cry my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund exploded in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, squealed around it and still sucking jerked my cock.
Her eyes had rolled back in her head, and she was making gurgling noises as she continued to suck.
I emitted a proud whisper as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched and I felt the last couple of drops ooze out and across Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tongue.
Removing my cock from her mouth, she turned her head to stare at Åbbās who was now pumping his cock rapidly.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t seem concerned he was doing it and turning her eyes to me, smiled and opening her mouth, let cum drool out of it and splatter on the tip of my cock.
The warm sticky fluid oozed down my shaft and cocking her head slightly to the left so she was looking at him, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head and noisily slurped the cum back into her mouth.
I moaned and jerked my hips as her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and lips slid along my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, cleaning every drop of my Hindu cum from me.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smacked her lips loudly as she slurped it up and I jumped at the sound of a loud cry next to me.
I turned and gasped at the sight of Åbbās’s cock erupting and shooting his cum into the air, it landed all over his shirt and I watched in morbid fascination as he continued to pump it, spraying a huge load all over himself.
When he finished he sighed, the sound seeming odd with whatever he was using to disguise his voice and whispered, “Oh, fuck that was hot! You’re a lucky old man, Durgesh.”
“Okay,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly from between my legs, “You got your rocks off, why don’t you…”
“Oh, yes.” He laughed, “I can go yet. I think I should return the favor.”
I was still trying to catch my breath and as I stared at him, he continued,
“Don’t you think one good turn deserves another? How about I reward your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s great blow job to you by licking her freshly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?”
“I…okay.” I said, no longer caring what happened and relieved he had jerked off rather than force my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to do something for him.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stood up in front of Åbbās and asked, “Where do you want me, Åbbās, my Musalmān brother?”
“Show me first.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, nodded and turning around hooked her fingers into the sides of her thong and with a sexy shimmy worked it over her hips and down her legs.
As she did she bent over in front of Åbbās and Åbbās’s eyes widened at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot winking out at Åbbās from between her beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.
It was also glistening and I could see even her upper thighs were wet.
Blowing me had turned her on!
“I’d get up and let your Bahū Bégum have a seat.” Åbbās smiled.
Åbbās forced himself to stand and had to steady himself on the chair as his knees were still weak from cumming so damn hard.
Keeping his hand on the chair, Åbbās slipped his shoes off and after kicking his shorts and underwear to the side, he stepped away from the chair.
I noticed Åbbās staring at me.
Åbbās blushed at the fact I was totally naked in front of him.
But Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was naked as well and as she stepped passed me, I couldn’t help staring at her perfect Musalmān body.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned and sitting in the chair, lifted her legs and draped them over the arms, leaving her pussy completely exposed to Åbbās.
“Oh, she wants this! Show me that pussy Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” He laughed.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, spread her lips open, showing off more of her wet pink Musalmān flesh and as Åbbās sank to his knees in front of her, she stroked her swollen clit with her long red fingernail.
“Oh, my Musalmān brother, Åbbās,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred, “Come lick Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s pussy! Make me cum!”
With a glance over at our unwanted guest I saw he was still slowly stroking his semi hard cock as he started intently at us.
Åbbās slid forward until he was directly between Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s legs and placing his hands on her warm firm thighs, leaned forward until her pussy as inches from Åbbās’s face.
Åbbās took a deep breath and released a soft sigh at the forbidden scent of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s pussy.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was still holding herself open and licking my lips, Åbbās placed a soft kiss on her clit.
“Oh.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned and her hips jerked in Åbbās’s heavily bearded Musalmān face.
Åbbās slipped his tongue out and slowly traced a circle around her clit and the soft moan Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, emitted caused Åbbās to do it again, but faster.
“Take your time.” I said next to Åbbās. “Slide your tongue down; get a good taste of my Bahū Bégum.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out and Åbbās moaned as just as he had said.
Åbbās received a mouthful of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s sweet Musalmān juices.
Åbbās pushed his tongue in deeper and swirled it around causing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to whisper,
I winked at Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and laughed humiliating Åbbās.
Åbbās laughed too.
Growing bolder Åbbās moved his head, sliding his rigid Musalmān tongue in and out of her.
“Look at me, tongue fucking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! You are a good husband!” Åbbās smiled.
As before the words were said around a moan and it hit me that nothing would happen to us.
Åbbās was a voyeur, albeit a sick one with an incest fetish, but I was convinced all he wanted was a show and we would be fine.
Well fine except for the fact my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I had just crossed one hell of a line and we hadn’t even fucked yet.
That thought struck me hard and even as Åbbās continued to violate my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān Choot with his expert Musalmān tongue, I realized I was going to fuck Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.
There was no way this guy would leave without seeing that.
That thought should have been disturbing, but instead my recently spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund jumped between my legs.
Removing his tongue from her delicious hole, Åbbās worked it back up through her soft wet labial lips and this time when Åbbās reached her clit he fastened his lips to it and sucked gently.
“Oh, yes, oh, my ultimate Hindu husband, Durgesh! I propose to retain Åbbās’s immensely expert cleaning services.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred.
I looked up at her and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund jumped again at the sight of her toying with her pink nipples rubbing them between her fingers.
Her green eyes were locked on mine and her soft lips parted as she moaned in pleasure from the touch of Åbbās’s tongue.
Åbbās removed his lips from her clit and swirled his tongue around it in hard fast circles.
“That’s right, my ultimate Hindu husband! Åbbās is very good at what he’s doing now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned, “Lick that clit, Åbbās, oh, just like that!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hips moved faster and Åbbās could feel her thigh shaking beneath the palm of his hand.
Åbbās began thrusting his tongue harder, while moving his tongue as fast as he could.
Between my legs my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and I couldn’t stop imagining how good her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was going to feel around it.
It dawned on me that if I had thought I was a sick for just thinking about it before, what was I now?
I was now about to fuck her and in front of someone.
“Look at her, getting close already!” That someone spoke up, “She’s been wanting my tongue hasn’t she?”
“Oh, I have!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned for him, “I’ve been dreaming of Durgesh between my thighs, dying to cum around his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, buried deepest into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.” She groaned as Åbbās sucked her clit back into his mouth then added, “Dying to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!”
Those last words sent Åbbās’s tongue plunging into her so deep he felt his knuckles push against the edge of her pussy and Åbbās sucked on her clit so hard his lips were making loud smacking noises.
I heard a laugh from next to me.
“He wants that! Look at him working for it, and he’s fucking hard again!”
“I want it too!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cooed, “Come on, my ultimate Hindu husband, make Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd cum so she can feel her ultimate Hindu husband’s big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside of her!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped and released a long moan.
Her hips lifted off the chair and ground in Åbbās’s face.
“I’m sooo close, Åbbās Bhāijān, please keep licking!”
“Put your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān ass!” Åbbās ordered to me.
For the first time in a while, I hesitated and Åbbās snapped,
I quickly removed my hand from her thigh and as Åbbās sucked her clit hard into his mouth I pushed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.
“Oh, fuck yeah!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed so loud I jumped, but Åbbās managed to continue licking as her scream was followed by a long loud squeal as she came.
She was thrusting her hips, grinding her pussy against Åbbās’s bearded Musalmān face and I moaned into her hot flesh as I kept my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund moving.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was squealing and bucking wildly on the chair; thrusting her pussy hard into Åbbās’s face, squeezed Åbbās’s head tighter between her thighs.
She went quiet for a Moment, then crying out loudly, her pussy convulsed around Åbbās’s Musalmān tongue and he felt a wave of warm sticky fluid flow out around his tongue.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hips jerked several more times, and then with a long loud sigh, she dropped her legs from Åbbās’s head.
I sat back on my knees and looked up to see her sitting back, her eyes closed and her lips parted as she continued to moan softly.
Her face was flushed and her tits glistening with sweat.
I couldn’t help thinking she was the sexiest Musalmān young woman I’d ever seen recently.
“You made Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd come hard, didn’t you?”
“Oh, yeah he did.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered, opening her eyes.
“Speaking of hard, I think your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, has something to give you.”
“Yeah?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me a sexy smile that made my cock dance between my legs, “You got something nice and hard for your Bahū Bégum?”
“Yes.” I stood up and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, licked her lips at the sight of my fully erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Tell her, you….”
His words cut off when I grabbed Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ankles and lifting her legs, drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund hard and deep into her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, my God!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out, “Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband that’s the nicest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund !”
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!” Åbbās exclaimed, “I told you we were going to have fun tonight!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s words sent a thrill though me and spreading her legs as wide as I could I tore into her.
The line had been crossed and at this point the only thing I cared about was fucking my hot Bahū Bégum.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was crying out each time I slammed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and I took in the sexy sight of my long thick Uncut Hindu Lund plunging deepest into her fiery red Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She was so wet my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was not only glistening, but I could hear a wet sucking sound each time I slipped it out.
“That’s it my ultimate Hindu husband,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Fuck your Bahū Bégum; give her what she needs!”
She looked over to her left and moaned, “This what you wanted to see? This getting you hot, you sick fuck, Åbbās?”
I wanted to tell her not to egg him on, but following her gaze saw Åbbās was hard again and jerking off furiously as he watched me fuck her.
“Yes,” he groaned, “Damn this is fucking hot! Keep fucking her! Tell her how good she feels!”
“I love fucking you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I called out in between gasps as I strained to fuck her even harder, “I love my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
“And I love that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund !” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned, “But stop!”
I started to slow down and heard Åbbās say, “No, keep…”
“I want to ride that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, told him.
As soon as I was sitting, I cried out as bending over, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her head in my lap and sucked on me.
“Oh, that’s hot. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! “Åbbās groaned, his hand busy on his cut Musalmān noonī.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, released my cock and licking her lips, laughed,
“Bad father in law, you taste like your Bahū Bégum!”
Putting her back to me, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned backwards.
Bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, she placed her back against my chest.
Raising her legs, she put one foot on each of my knees and reaching between our legs, grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and guided it to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I pumped my hips and relaxing against my back, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, started yelping again with each hard Hindu thrust.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s head was resting on my shoulder and reaching up; she grabbed my hair and turned my face to hers.
She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me and shoving her tongue into my mouth.
I eagerly accepted it and moaned as she raised herself up and down, driving down harder on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
Grabbing my hand, she brought it around her waist and placed it between her legs.
I thought as my fingers found her hard clit and rubbed it, what kind of movies had she been watching?
“Yeah, rub that clit; I want to cum on my ultimate Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” She hummed.
“Yes!” I exclaimed, “Ride my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” I said in my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ear, “Oh, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you feel so fucking good!”
“Hmm,” she cooed, “Keep rubbing and I’ll keep riding!”
I pressed harder against her clit and moving my fingers as fast as I could.
I put my other arm around her and finding her right nipple played with it.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was moaning in my ear and thrusting herself harder onto my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Yes, yes!” she cried, “A little faster, a little more, Oh my ultimate Hindu husband!! Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, howled those last words and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot squeezed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund hard as she went off like a rocket.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped moving and taking my cue I started fucking her, thrusting my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as hard as I could into her convulsing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned and arching her back paused, before slamming herself back down on me.
Again she screamed and this time it was my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund that received that hot sticky wave of my fluid as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, came.
She slumped against me gasping and wrapping my arms around her waist.
I fucked Al Fātimah Al Waħīd as hard as I could.
“Oh, fuck!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned, “That’s it, fucking give it to me!”
“Get off him.” Åbbās called out, “You know how you really want your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, to take you!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lifted herself off of my cock and with a groan of effort slipped off of the chair.
As she stood in front of it, I saw her sway and felt a sense of accomplishment at the fact I had made her cum so hard she could barely stand.
Reaching down, she grabbed my hand and pulled.
I came to my feet, still not feeling my own legs threatening to give out.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her back to me and climbed onto the chair.
This time she put her knees on the arms, spreading herself wide open and putting her forearms across the top of the chair rested her head on them. Turning to look back at me, she asked,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God.” I whispered, in awe at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s amazing young Musalmān ass and young Musalmān Choot pointing at me.
I could see her pussy dripping down her glistening thighs and took in her little pink rosebud as well.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hair was plastered to her sweaty back and I can’t remember ever seeing anything so hot, even in the movies.
I looked over to see he was now standing there with his cock in his hand stroking it, but making no move to come any closer.
Doing my best to ignore him, I stepped forward and grabbing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hips, entered her in one long Hindu thrust.
“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, that’s deepest!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd called out.
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“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”
This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.
I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, “What’s the matter, my dear ultimate husband? Why are you mad?”
“I…” deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t you think that suit is a bit much?”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, “What do you mean?”
“It’s…Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you’re showing an awful lot.”
“Do I look bad?” she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.
I was now confronted with her perfect Musalmān tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.
I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,
“Not at all, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, in fact, ummm…maybe you look too good. Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and his friends were all but drooling over you.”
“I know.” She smiled, “I love it.”
“Yes, Durgesh, it’s a turn on to have guys staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I’m twenty eight doesn’t mean I’m dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it.”
“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq ….”
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq likes it too.” That sly smile returned, “He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off.”
“Did…did you guys just talk about that?” I asked her.
“Why would you ask that?” for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.
“Well because, you weren’t dressing like this last month.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was silent for a Moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, “You’re a smart man Durgesh. “Yes my husband and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and…”
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq would never do that.” I told her. “He loves you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“I’m glad you see that.” She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. “My husband and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would…” she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, “Enjoy.”
“We’re a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.”
“What are you talking about?”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn’t have.
“Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I’ve been flaunting it a bit.” She looked down at me and shrugged, “So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it.”
“Umm, okay.” I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.
“Hey, Hindu Piyā, my ultimate husband, can I ask you something?”
“Sure.” I said.
“Do you think I’m sexy?”
“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I told her, “I don’t see you like that.”
“No? Right now you don’t think I look good?”
“You….” I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. “You’re beautiful Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Thank you!” she smiled, “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know if you think I’m, you know, a young woman?”
The thought hit me like a slap in the face.
That was all this was about.
I felt a wave of relief flood through me.
That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.
I was no longer her father in law’s friend which to her was another sign of her intentions.
This didn’t address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too.
Taking a chance it wouldn’t be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head,
“You’re the hottest, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I know, you could be on those web sites!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, “Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?”
“I…” again I smiled, but she waved her hand.
‘I don’t care, Durgesh. You’re a man actually in this household to keep my four young mothers in law satisfied sexually,” she touched my chest again “And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it,” she winked, “I watch it all the time!”
“Oh,” I nodded, “Uh, okay.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said,
“I like to watch those sites you’re talking about where the young Musalmān women my age have sex with Hindu guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.”
“T…tmi again,” I laughed.
“I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest.
She leaned back and I asked,
“What’s with calling me Hindu Piyā, ultimate husband?”
“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that though,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Durgesh?”
“What Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”
“Why won’t you move your hands?”
“I…” I had no idea what to say. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly made it worse with her next remark.
“You hiding something under there?”
“No!” I exclaimed, “Just uh…comfortable.”
“Durgesh, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look cautious.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, made me even more cautious by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.
“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.
I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Durgesh, move your hands, now.”
I fought against her another Moment, then let her move my hands.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.
I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s voice behind me.
“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”
“Nothing!” I declared.
“We were just fooling around.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, smiling up at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq who had come around the chair to face us.
“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Al Fātimah Al Waħīd; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”
I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been cautious of.
Sitting back on her knees, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rolled her eyes,
“You’re such a pervert, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he’s my father in law’s friend for Allah’s sakes.”
“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”
“I hope they were watching earlier.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”
“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”
“But it’s more fun to share.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch.
Suddenly Al Fātimah Al Waħīd opened her beautiful young Musalmān mouth and took my again hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it.
I was shocked pleasantly.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was sucking me madly, wildly.
I tried to step backwards.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd didn’t let me.
She kept me sucking wildly.
“What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd kept repeating.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had gone already.
I didn’t know.
“That’s called TMI.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said as she finally got to her feet after swallowing my entire Hindu sperm that blasted into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth nonstop.
Al Fātimah Al Waħīd began to walk towards the house.
I stared at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s almost bare Musalmān ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to.
Her firm Musalmān ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age in intellect at least.
I wasn’t aware of when he again joined us.
Did he see his wife sucking me?
I didn’t know.
Neither had I cared now.
“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.
He was smiling.
“Your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s got one hell of a Musalmān ass, doesn’t she?”
“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”
“Oh, please,” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but she’s a Musalmān woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”
“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looks good for her age.”
“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.
I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and thought my Bahū Bégums did make a good looking couple with me.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was a couple of years older than Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger.
I definitely got me a lot of compliments from the beautiful girls.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq finally looked over at me and asked,
“So what was up with you and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”
“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”
“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot Musalmān woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”
“If she wasn’t your wife,”
When he shrugged I paused and thought about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s odd behavior.
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked,
“Hey, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, can I talk to you?”
“Sure, Durgesh, what’s up?”
“Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s acting kind of weird lately.”
“What do you mean?”
When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.
“Come on, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like before, never mind lately.”
“She didn’t because we were a kid and she didn’t want to be that Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, that the old frumpy looking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a Bahū Bégum.”
“She’s still a Bahū Bégum.” I pointed out.
“Yeah but you’re the ultimate husband of the entire womankind now, Durgesh.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, your best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s a mature man lover and…”
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said you like them looking.”
“You guys talked about it?”
“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”
“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Durgesh,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”
“That’s okay Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, you’re doing it for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and I appreciate it.”
“I’ll do anything for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Durgesh,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”
“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he sighed, “Look Durgesh, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”
“She said that?” I was appalled.
“Please, Durgesh, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”
“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! What an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my friend, my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was getting me horny?
“Durgesh?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.
“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”
“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.
“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I said gravely.
“I was just kidding about that!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”
“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”
“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset.
Looking away as I spoke, I added,
“I felt like she was messing with me.”
Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq stared at me for a Moment then nodded as if in resignation,
“Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”
“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.
“And as far as being affectionate goes, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your Bahū Bégum when I’m not around?”
“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”
“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”*
I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling.
I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.
I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster.
I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.
“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.
I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from behind me,
“Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”
“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”
“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”
She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a short green robe that barely went down past her beautiful young Musalmān ass, leaving her long legs bare.
The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her beautiful Musalmān tits as the bikini did this morning.
When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.
I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.
“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.
My eyes widened as I thought for a second her beautiful Musalmān tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace.
I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.
She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe.
My eyes focused on those perfect Musalmān lips and I had to say, Bahū Bégum or not, she really was beautiful.
“I’ll move.” I said, “You can have the chair.”
I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, “Hey, how about we both sit here!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap.
Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”
“So, for tonight I can be your little girl.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my already warm Hindu male lap.
I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her beautiful young Musalmān ass was grinding directly on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo.
I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.
Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered Musalmān tits.
Even as to my dismay my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.
That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match.
The thought my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could be pressing into my lap caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to grow more rapidly and I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her Musalmān ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn’t feel it.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.
I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened.
The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up.
There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room.
My Bahū Bégums were friendly with all the three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half-dressed Bahū Bégum sitting on my Hindu male lap like a playful Musalmān girlfriend.
Even though my friend didn’t seem bothered by Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s weird behavior, I didn’t need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq wasn’t around.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, people can see in the window!” I told her.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, peered over and shrugged,
“Yeah, so what?”
“You’re half-dressed and…” I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over me.
“I’m wearing a lot more than when I’m swimming.”
Well that was true, I thought dryly.
“Besides, the Chaturvedī Sheikħ’s go out every Friday night, Vikram and Raziyah on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can’t see in here.” She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. “The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street.”
“Yeah, but still…” I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.
Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn’t make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy.
They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.
“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let me up!” I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap.
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor.
She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled,
“Durgesh, what’s the matter with you?”
“There’s…” I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. “There was someone next door, staring at us!”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did.
Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. “I don’t see anyone Durgesh.”
“They were there, staring over the fence.” Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, “I’m going to go out back and look around.”
“Don’t bother, it was probably Prem from the third floor, he’s a nosebag. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer.” She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.
“I don’t think so Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guy’s chest, Prem’s five seven if he’s lucky.” I grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.”
“Durgesh, don’t worry about it.” She said, and then patted the chair, “Come back and sit down,” she sighed, “If you don’t want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don’t make up an excuse to get up.”
“No, it’s…” I paused, confused, I really hadn’t wanted her there, but now I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I saw someone Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I swear and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s not home and who knows? Maybe it’s someone who’s been watching us.”
Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.
After a minute, she nodded and said,
“Okay, go ahead, but I know there’s no one there.”
“I’ll be right back.”
I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard.
I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.
When I opened the door, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say,
“Not going to happen this way.” She paused, “So do it the other way we talked about.”
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Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd
I looked at her gravely,
“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”
“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”
“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.
“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”
“You don’t believe in monogamy?”
“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”
“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’
“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”
“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*
“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”
“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”
Not about having a business date.
She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.
She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.
They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.
The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.
At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.
There was a trace of cool air.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.
“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.
“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”
“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”
Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.
How could he manage to make it conditional!
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She never took the oath she promised her husband she would take if his Ammī, Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, would do the same first.
Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was never wrong in having faith in her husband.
I appreciated Al Faisal Al Qāsim that despite he believed his
How wrong Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was in understanding her own present society.
It wasn’t as Islamic as she thought it was.
As the other societies were, the present day Islamic Society was also a mixed society.
Al Faisal Al Qāsim was dumbfounded.
It was natural.
Who the hell could believe his own wife could betray him in such a way in front of his family?
He bravely challenged his Ammī to take the oath that Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm was lying.
Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās had smiled in her heart on the stupidity of her foolish son.
Al Faisal Al Qāsim had inherited the same stupidity from his father?
Well, let him.
Till the Musalmīn are as stupid as Al Faisal Al Qāsim and his father, Al Qāsim Al Åbbās, are, the evershrewd beautiful Musalmān houseladies, as Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, were, could easily keep on their false respect everywhere in the so called Islamic Society.
It never investigates the truth.
It always has faith in ostensibles.
Nevertheless, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm never believed it.
And why the hell shouldn’t he?
Should he love his wife even more than he loved his Ammī?
What did Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm want?
He should believe his wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, despite it would be the utter degradation and immense humiliation of his Ammī despite she met his challenge bravely and his wife didn’t?
He divorced Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.
He had to.
It was his promise to Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās, his Ammī.
Jannat doesn’t lie below the feet of one’s wife.
It is below the feet of one’s Ammī only.
Yet, a Muslim couldn’t, and never shouldn’t sacrifice his Īmān for anything whatsoever it might be.
Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās smiled triumphantly.
She wanted to get rid of Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm.
Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was very proud of his family.
He wanted to keep it joint.
One of his brothers was still living with them.
She let him.
He and his wife both respected Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās very much.
Yet, she allowed the ever-stupid Al Farīd Al Åbbās and his wife to live with them.
Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās saw how shrewd her husband’s younger brother’s daughter, Al Åādilah Al Farīd Al Åbbās, was.
I obliged Shakīlah Qāsim Åbbās.
Despite the fact that she wasn’t a good woman, I fucked her.
I had to improve her now.
It was a great tragedy of almost entire women that when their son reached adulthood, they were afraid of their potential daughter in law.
They could never understand they had another role in their son’s life.
It was the only way to win her husband, Al Faisal Al Qāsim, back.
“Why didn’t you do it, you foolish girl?” I asked her fucking her girlfriends one by one.
Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm looked at me gravely,
“I would never take any advice from you. You want to fuck me too now.”
“You stupid girl, you didn’t leave any option for your excellent husband.”
“If he were actually excellent, he would never have divorced me.”
“Had not he warned you to divorce if you wouldn’t take the oath on Al Qur’an Al Karīm?”
“Sure, but I thought Tāī Ammī would never go to the extent.”
“She is a liar.”
“Yes, but she succeeded in proving herself innocent because you retreated from your jihad against her.”
“I’m not interested in any jihad against anyone.”
“That’s the worst decision you ever took suicidal to you.” One of her closest friends, Al Busharah Arraħmān, smiled straddling me, “My mother in law did the same trick with me…”
“I know,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm interrupted Al Busharah Arraħmān, “You took the oath yourself too.”
“Why shouldn’t have I?” Al Busharah Arraħmān took my Penis between her forefinger and thumb, positioned it between her labial lips and thrust.
My Sixty five years old, utmost experienced, utmost talented, ever extraordinary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot entirely in her very first shot.
“You cuckolded your husband, Al Busharah Arraħmān,” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said scornfully, “I’d never.”
“That’s why you are divorced, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm,” Al Busharah Arraħmān laughed fucking me vigorously, “Isn’t it better to cuckold your ever stupid Musalmān husband, instead of being divorced by him?”
“I don’t think so.” Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm said curtly.
“Nothing can be done of you ever unrealistic foolishly moral Musalmān houseladies even if you are immensely beautiful.” Al Busharah Arraħmān looked gravely at her closest friend, “Your mother in law took false oath, and she has lost nothing. You foolishly didn’t take even the true oath and lost your husband forever. My mother in law took false oath that she never sent me in Durgesh’s bedroom where Durgesh was already fucking her friend, Annavīdah Al Vaqār…”
“Allah,” Al Busharah Arraħmān was dumbfounded, “Tāī Ammī sent me here to take her mobile,”
Annavīdah Al Vaqār smiled at Al Busharah Arraħmān.
She neither freezed nor was ashamed of herself even a bit.
“Take it, your Tāī Ammī deliberately left her mobile on that table.”*
Al Qāsim Al Åbbās was startled.
“Is your wife, my Ammī, is faithful to you?” Al Faisal Al Qāsim asked Al Qāsim Al Åbbās patiently, “Despite it, have you divorced her? No! My wife, Al Ħamd Assanā Al Karīm, is innocent. Yet, I’ve divorced her. Only because I’d promised to divorce her to my Ammī, your ever dominant wife on you.”
Al Qāsim Al Åbbās could never imagine his son would talk with him ever in this way.
“Never. That’s the point, instead. Ammī was enjoying very much what she was doing with you. She was humiliating you, degrading you. Yet, you have forgiven her. My wife never degraded me, never humiliated me, yet the entire family asked me to divorce her. Why?”
“Aren’t you too?”
“You doubt it, don’t you?”
“Who do you think my real father is? Durgesh himself?”
“Get out. Leave my house, at once!”
“Sure, that’s why I did what I did. I am leaving this house for ever. That’s why I paid my debt to my parents.”
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Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Assalāt Al Fajir wasn’t very good at it.
She was a ‘good’ girl, even at her twenty eight.
Asshams Al Islam was thirty, and wasn’t that ‘good.
“Uh huh…well, I hope you had fun last night…being so hot.” Asshams Al Islam said and was almost about to leave, when she got even more curious. “Hey…what got you so hot last night?”
Asshams Al Islam asked it smiling, but very much wondering what had gotten her younger sister wet.
“Nothing…I ..nothing.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she looked at her sister.
Asshams Al Islam didn’t feel like letting it go and for some reason really wanted to know what had gotten her sister so wet.
She then came up with a good enough threat that should make her sister tell her the truth.
“If you don’t tell me, the truth….Ill go tell Ammī that you slept without panties and that they were soaking wet when I woke you up. What do you think she will do?”
Asshams Al Islam said it, even knowing she was being mean, but too damn curious to stop.
Assalāt Al Fajir had some good ideas what their now very strict, prudish Ammī would do.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew if she didn’t tell her sister…her Ammī would work it out of her.
Then Assalāt Al Fajir knew her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, would not be happy about last night.
“No…no don’t. I’ll tell….just please don’t tell it to Ammī.” Assalāt Al Fajir started to cry.
Even at her twenty-eight, despite she had her PhD, she wasn’t as understanding as Asshams Al Islam, her elder sister was.
Asshams Al Islam felt bad she had caused her sister to cry, not thinking she would get like that.
Asshams Al Islam knelt down and hugged her sister.
“It’s ok, just tell me and I won’t tell Ammī…I promise. Did some boy get you hot or something yesterday?” Asshams Al Islam said trying to calm her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
“Well, tell me then, No Ammī if you tell me…the truth.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head yes.
Asshams Al Islam waited for a minute while her sister calmed down.
“It… it was Durgesh…Durgesh got me like this.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, and before she could continue Asshams Al Islam jumped in.
“Durgesh touched you last night…he didn’t molest you, did he?”
Asshams Al Islam was growing angry.
Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes popped open and she shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head no.
“NO…I didn’t say that…I saw Durgesh last night…nude… and he…he had a, you know…a hard-on.” Assalāt Al Fajir said trying to tell Asshams Al Islam but her natural shyness made it hard.
Asshams Al Islam’s eyes popped open this time and she grinned.
“How…when…how did you see Durgesh nude?” Asshams Al Islam asked excited at this bit of gossip.
She wanted more details.
“Ok…ok. I was up and went into the kitchen to get a drink last night. I…I heard noises in the study…well..I went to check on them. I opened the door…I know I didn’t knock. I then saw Durgesh, and he was having sex with my friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, naked. They were watching their own porno film on his screen and was…well…I was…you know…having sex.” Assalāt Al Fajir said that last as if it was a state secret. “But I…I watched them…I had never seen…a… a man’s thingie hard…and watched as Durgesh…you know…” Assalāt Al Fajir said and making the motion of having sex.
Asshams Al Islam almost burst out laughing, but settled for a huge grin.
“You mean you watched Durgesh having sex with Al Kāynāt Al Islam ?” Asshams Al Islam said then thought of something else before Assalāt Al Fajir could answer. “Did he cum into her…did you watch that too?”
“Yes..yes, he did…and yes I watched it. I…I…even…you know…used my… well… fingers too you know.” Assalāt Al Fajir said getting excited telling her sister and then making the motion above the covers of fingering herself.
Asshams Al Islam almost hit the floor shocked, that her sister would peak like that…THEN finger herself as she watched.
“Allah, you didn’t. You watched Durgesh fucking your twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and you diddled your self while you watched?” Asshams Al Islam said, her whole opinion of her sister changing as they talked.
“Yes, then I was still excited and had to do it again in the bed. Oh, then something else happened.” Assalāt Al Fajir then remembering her getting up and listen at the bedroom door.
“What happened?” Asshams Al Islam said wishing she could have been the one to find her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, like that.
“I guess Durgesh was still excited, because I heard them going at it in their room….you know having sex. Allah, God, Asshams Al Islam…you should have heard them. Then for some reason they argued, and Durgesh slept in the other bedroom.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, making sure to leave off what she did later while her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, slept.
As it was, Asshams Al Islam couldn’t believe it.
“So that’s why Durgesh came walking for the other direction this morning, I was wondering about that. I wonder why they argued after they had sex.” Asshams Al Islam thought out loud.
“I don’t know, but…you said you wouldn’t tell Ammī. You aren’t, are you?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked worried she wouldn’t keep her promise.
“Hey I promised, I won’t tell Ammī. But I never said anything about Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said with a grin.
She watched as her sister’s face turned sheet white. Asshams Al Islam began to laugh at her sister’s face. “No…no I’m not. You can’t take a joke, Assalāt Al Fajir.”
“That was mean, Asshams Al Islam.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she slapped her sister on the arm, none too gently.
Asshams Al Islam was almost about to slap her sister back when…
“What was mean?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she then appeared around the corner of the door and looked into Assalāt Al Fajir room. “Are you being mean to your little sister Assalāt Al Fajir? You know I won’t stand for that in this house.”
The two sisters looked back at their Ammī, both of their faces red, glad their Ammī hadn’t showed up a minute ago.
“No, Ammī, she wasn’t….I just didn’t wake up well is all.” Assalāt Al Fajir said, not wanting to get her sister in trouble. Asshams Al Islam turned around and mouthed a “thank you” to her younger sister.
“Ok…but you two need to come on, the food is getting cold. Allah didn’t provide us with food so that it could be wasted for idle talk, or little sleepy heads. Come on.” Al Jihad Al Islam said as she turned, closed the door, and walked back down the hall.
The two of them listened as her footsteps receded down the hall.*
“Allah, that was close. If she had heard anything of what we had been talking about…” Asshams Al Islam said leaving her statement hanging.
Assalāt Al Fajir just shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head in agreement, as she threw back the covers and grabbed some clothes to throw on.
Asshams Al Islam didn’t mean too, but watched her sister intently as her nude form moved about the room.
Her sister was much shorter then herself and where she was well built as they say, her sister was also big breasted and heavy buttocked, making her look much younger than her 28 years.
Assalāt Al Fajir sensed her sister was watching her.
She covered up with her shirt before putting it on.
“What are you looking at?” Assalāt Al Fajir said, feeling now a bit self- conscious around her older sister.
“Nothing…I was just thinking about the difference in our bodies is all, how you’re smaller in size then me.” Asshams Al Islam said meaning no offense and not telling her sister that her looking had been more than simple observation.
“Are you saying I’ve got big breasts?” Assalāt Al Fajir said defensively, thinking hers were good sized.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at Assalāt Al Fajir.
“No…just looking at the differences in both of us is all, but hurry or Ammī will get mad.” Asshams Al Islam said, wanting her sister to finish dressing.
“Ok…but stop looking so hard at me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she continued to get dress, throwing on her shirt over her bra.
Asshams Al Islam grinned at her.
“Ohhhh I’m ogling you…stop worrying yourself, sister. You’re not my type.” Asshams Al Islam said as she walked to the door and placed her hand on the knob.
“What is your type, Asshams Al Islam?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister before she opened the door.
“Man…preferably with big ever stout, ever miraculous, sixty-five years old, utmost experienced, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Lund.” Asshams Al Islam said, trying to shake her shy sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir grinned at her sister and responded.
“Oh…you mean Durgesh then.” Assalāt Al Fajir said with a smile as she slid on her pants.
Asshams Al Islam whipped her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head around and looked at her sister.
“Durgesh has a big one? How big was it, Assalāt Al Fajir?” Asshams Al Islam said very curious…. and excited.
“Mmm about this big I’e guess.” Assalāt Al Fajir said holding her hands fingers about 10 or so inches apart. “And about this thick.” She said closing her fist to make a circle, but leaving it very open. Assalāt Al Fajir smiled as her sister swallowed hard.
“Damn that is big…I wish I had been the one to see it last night.” Asshams Al Islam said as she again turned to open the door, and she missed her sister’s sly grin.
“You know Durgesh does spend a lot of time in my study….not all of that can be work, I was figuring last night.” Assalāt Al Fajir said hoping to shake her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir had indeed given the idea more thought…wondering if she could catch her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh, again in that position and have another look.
Asshams Al Islam again stopped, but didn’t turn around.
“Hmm…that’s interesting. But if we don’t get to the kitchen Ammī’s going to have us for breakfast as well.” Asshams Al Islam said opening the door and took a few steps into the hall.
Assalāt Al Fajir didn’t know what had come over her but she couldn’t help what she said as her sister left.
“That too might be kinda interesting.” Assalāt Al Fajir said jokingly as she smiled.
Asshams Al Islam had heard her comment and stopped in the hallway.
She too thought that might be interesting.
A sudden image popped into Asshams Al Islam’s head of forcing her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam’s mouth to eat her out, and Asshams Al Islam shivered.
She wasn’t sure if it was from lust or disgust.
She then continued her walk to the kitchen, and heard her sister close her door on the way out.
When they arrived in the kitchen, Al Jihad Al Islam and I looked up at them.
Al Jihad Al Islam gave them a scornful look.
“Well. about time you two got here, I have to say grace before we eat.” Al Jihad Al Islam said placing the two sisters plates on the table, then sitting down as the two sisters did.
“Sorry Ammī…we had to wash up.” Assalāt Al Fajir said fibbing to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam.
Al Jihad Al Islam looked at her. A bit more gently then she did her sister.
“You should both hurry up next time. Ok, everyone ready?” Al Jihad Al Islam said as everyone bowed her head.
“Bismillahirraħmānirraħīm.” Al Jihad Al Islam spoke aloud, then lifted her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
The others each had their own thoughts about why she had said it quite this way this morning, But they didn’t mind partaking in Al Jihad Al Islam’s blessings…as long as they could eat at the end of it.
After they all finished the meal and Al Jihad Al Islam started collecting the plates to be washed, I stretched and yawned loudly.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister who also smiled the silent thought of why I was so tired popped into both of their heads.
“Late night in the study working, Durgesh? Did you get all of your work down in there?” Asshams Al Islam said smiling at her Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, Durgesh.
She still had a little food left on her plate and continued now eating it.
Assalāt Al Fajir lowered her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head, NOT believing her sister had brought that up that way.
Assalāt Al Fajir knew Asshams Al Islam had a big mouth…but, Allah!
Al Jihad Al Islam remembering the remark last night I made about something with the study, perked her ear up and waited for my response.
“Umm…yes, Asshams Al Islam… I finished everything I had to do. Why do you ask?” I said, now convinced she was the one that had caught me in my study.
Nevertheless, I didn’t think she would embarrass me this way.
“Oh no reason, I just thought I heard you up late last night.” Asshams Al Islam said, not smiling now, realizing she had let her stuck her foot in her big mouth. “I…I just figured it was you is all, and had been working late.” Asshams Al Islam said.
Nevertheless, now not feeling good.
I loved her very much.
“Excuse me; I have to use the bathroom.” She said and handed her plate to her Ammī as she left.
Asshams Al Islam noticed she gave her a weird look and Asshams Al Islam felt like throwing up, wondering why she had brought the subject up.
She rushed out of the room, honestly thinking she was going to throw up.
Assalāt Al Fajir, not wanting to be in the room right now, tried to think of a good reason to rush out of the room, without helping with the dishes.
“I…I better go see if she’s ok.” Assalāt Al Fajir said as she handed her plate to her still extremely beautiful, still extremely young Ammī, Al Jihad Al Islam, and followed her sister out of the room.
I just sat there for a minute feeling my wife, my Live in Relationship Partner, Al Jihad Al Islam, Assalāt Al Fajir’s still extremely beautiful Ammī’s eyes on me.
I got up and moved next to her.
Al Jihad Al Islam couldn’t hold her question any longer.
She asked me.
“Durgesh…why did she ask you about working in the study…I remember you mentioning something happening in there last night. Is there anything you need to tell me?” Al Jihad Al Islam asked me, not really sure what was going on, but she wondered if Asshams Al Islam knew something she didn’t….and that thought disturbed her.
“Nothing happened last night…at least not in the study. Hell you know what…let’s just say nothing at all happened last night and leave it at that.” I said.
Cautious that it might be found out that I was fucking Al Kāynāt Al Islam in my study.
However, what made it worse was that one of her daughters had seen me doing it.
Al Jihad Al Islam would be pissed at me that I had ALLOWED that to happen.
I tried to change the subject any way I could.
“Don’t you swear at me Durgesh, I’m not the one that started…THAT… last night. I’ve already asked forgiveness from Allah and I hope He has forgiven it. However, don’t think for a minute that you will try that ever again. If you do…I will call the police and report that you raped me!” Al Jihad Al Islam said, her anger rising.
I turned to her.
“Yes I will, Durgesh, if you take advantage of me again while I’m weak.” Al Jihad Al Islam whispered to me, also not wanting to alert the children of our argument.
“Al Jihad Al Islam…you really are lost to me, aren’t you? All right, you don’t have to be worried about me taking advantage of your “weaknesses” from now on. From now on, I’ll be sleeping in the spare bedroom. Now if you’ll excuse me…I need to pack some things for my new room.” I said softly, then turned and walked out of the room, heading for our bedroom.
Al Jihad Al Islam stood there for a minute, and then started crying into her hands.
When Asshams Al Islam left the breakfast table, she quickly walked to the hall bathroom and knelt before the toilet.
She tried to fight throwing up, but couldn’t stop herself, and had to hug the toilet as her breakfast came back up.
Just as she had started throwing up, Assalāt Al Fajir walked into the door of the bathroom and watched her throw up.
When Asshams Al Islam stopped and leaned up, Assalāt Al Fajir got her a washcloth and wet it with cool water.
Asshams Al Islam leaned her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head back as Assalāt Al Fajir brought her hand with the washcloth around and cleaned her sister’s face up.
Asshams Al Islam then moved and sat on the floor, leaning against the wall.
Assalāt Al Fajir then brought her sister a paper cup with water and Asshams Al Islam rinsed her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and spat it out into the toilet, then drank the rest.
“Thanks sis…I’m sorry you had to see that, but thank you.” Asshams Al Islam said weakly to her sister.
Assalāt Al Fajir stared at her sister.
“Sorry for what, for being sick…or making an ass of yourself and embarrassing Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked, not holding the sarcasm back.
Asshams Al Islam looked up at her sister and smiled.
“If you can help me up…you can berate me in my room. I need to lie down.” Asshams Al Islam said holding out her hand for her sister to take.
Assalāt Al Fajir shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head and helped her stand.
Then she helped her to her room, and then helped her lie on her bed.
Assalāt Al Fajir closed the door and sat beside her sister on the bed, as Asshams Al Islam lay down.
Assalāt Al Fajir spoke first.
“Alright…what were you thinking, Asshams Al Islam. Why did you do that to Durgesh, I didn’t need that. I have Ammī to do that to me.” Assalāt Al Fajir said to her sister, brushing the hair away from Asshams Al Islam’s eyes.
Assalāt Al Fajir saw that Asshams Al Islam had begun to cry.
“I don’t know…why I did it. I …I got really excited about you telling me about you watching Durgesh…it just came out of my mouth and I couldn’t bring it back. I didn’t want to embarrass Durgesh, or even myself. I’m not sure…I think maybe…maybe I was jealous that you got to see that and share something like that with Durgesh…and I didn’t.” Asshams Al Islam said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her.
“Well, whether you wanted to or not you did….and I hate to tell you, but…I think Ammī might know something’s up…the way she looked at you and Durgesh. Who knows what’s going on in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head? Nevertheless, why are you jealous of me watching Durgesh…WE didn’t do anything. I just watched him?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister wondering why her sister would be so envious.
Asshams Al Islam looked very uncomfortable… and looked at her sister.
“If I tell you….you can’t tell a soul…promise.” Asshams Al Islam told her sister.
“I promise…I won’t say anything to anyone about what you’re about to say.” Assalāt Al Fajir held her hand over her heart as she spoke.
Asshams Al Islam shook her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān head.
“I…for a long time, but especially after Durgesh spent so much time from work and all, at the hospital and at home helping me get back walking and recovering. Well before that, but he really understood my feelings for him after the accident….I love Durgesh.” Asshams Al Islam said looking at her sister.
“Of course you love Durgesh, most kids love…” Assalāt Al Fajir started saying to her sister, but Asshams Al Islam interrupted her.
“No, Assalāt Al Fajir….I don’t just love Durgesh…I LOVE Durgesh! Do you understand?” Asshams Al Islam said taking Assalāt Al Fajir’s arm and squeezing it slightly.
Assalāt Al Fajir’s eyes grew wide and her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth opened as she mouthed what her sister just said.
“You have the hots for Durgesh?” Assalāt Al Fajir asked her sister.
“More than the hots, Assalāt Al Fajir, I dream about Durgesh almost every night…being with Durgesh …being inside me. Assalāt Al Fajir, I can’t get Durgesh out of my head and I don’t want to. I joke around him, because I get butterflies in my stomach whenever he’s around. I have for years now. That’s partly why I hate Ammī so much, for hurting Durgesh. And me, but more for hurting me I think.” Asshams Al Islam said to her sister, and then looked at the ceiling. Assalāt Al Fajir looked at her sister.
“But Asshams Al Islam…you can’t do that…he’s our Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner,…we all would get into trouble if we did something like that.” Assalāt Al Fajir said and Asshams Al Islam looked over at her.
She looked thoughtful for a minute as she looked at Assalāt Al Fajir.
“You said “we” twice, instead of you two or something. Why did you include yourself when you said, “we would get into trouble”, only Durgesh and I would get busted if…we did anything.” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister, half expecting the answer.
“I love, love Durgesh too, maybe not as much as you. Maybe it could be called more lust as Ammī would say, but I would love for Durgesh to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir blushed as she told her sister.
Asshams Al Islam smiled at her sister.
“How long have you…wanted to …fuck Durgesh? And he really would be your first…you never have done it before?” Asshams Al Islam asked her sister curiously.
‘I’m not sure, not too long, and I really wasn’t sure till last night. However, seeing him and all, yes I do want Durgesh. I want him to be my first and last.” Assalāt Al Fajir smiled proudly at her sister.
Asshams Al Islam smiled back.
About this time, they heard a clunking sound in the hall and it grew louder.
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The green fabric of her shorts ripped at the seams as I pulled them down her thighs and past her knees to her ankles.
One more tug and they came apart in my hand like a prize.
A realization struck her, that this would not be either subtle or sexy.
Her husband’s friend, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, intended to rape her.
Yes, she herself started it.
She herself is doing it regularly, but…
“Durgesh, please stop. Don’t do this to me, Durgesh. I’ll do anything you want.”
She couldn’t see that this was exactly what I wanted, and her fighting only made it better.
She struggled and squirmed, her face flushed and her breathing became erratic.
I wanted her shirt off and needed to release her hands for a Moment.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn took that opportunity to scratch at my crazed eyes and pull at my hair.
She fought as if the devil possessed her.*
I smiled at Al Jihad Al Vaqār,
“Did it turn out good?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār said,
“I think it was all right. Yet, the point is Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb went out to New Mexico to take care of her newly obtained mine, stayed at the mine for a while, then wrote Al Nādir Al Ghāzī she was going to Nevada to get a divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī was careless enough not to have any firsthand knowledge of her whereabouts. Then after a while, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī heard from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb in a more or less roundabout way that she had a divorce.”
“A letter from Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled sardonically,
“Not from her. From one of their mutual friend.”
“Al Nādir Al Ghāzī has saved that letter?”
“That’s the problem. The damn fool never thought it was necessary.”
“Did Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb get a divorce in Reno?”
“I see. I won’t ask you why he acted so childish. He is a damn fool that never cared for his mines in New Mexico, neither he equally cared for the Media Empire he gave to you. Tell me the rest of it.”
“Well, he met me. I deliberately presented myself to him in such a way that Al Nādir Al Ghāzī’s face lit up with a fatuous smile. It seemed as if turning back the hands of clock for him. As if I had everything that he’d expected in Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb when he first married her. He even acknowledged to me he couldn’t believe his good fortune.”
“I know. You are a gem! You are a dream! Nevertheless, now let’s get on with it.”
“Well, Al Nādir Al Ghāzī hadn’t bothered about records before but after he met me, he wanted to be sure he was free. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī wrote to Reno and tried to find records of his wife’s divorce. There weren’t any.”*
I wasn’t large, yet at my fifty-five years old then, I was far stronger and furiously determined.
“It’s go-time!” I said furiously, “You are doing this to me every night. That is never wrong for you. But once I start it myself…”
I had envisioned slowly undressing her and gently kissing every sexy inch of my prize but a new plan was called for.
She continued to beat on me with open palms and tried to drive her knees between my legs.
She did not intend to give in.
She would not lift her butt or surrender her dignity but the energy was quickly draining from her.
I reached behind Åāliyah Kamāluddīn and took her undies in my hand.
One firm tug and they shredded, only one pink cotton strand clung by the elastic around her left thigh.
The tearing sound froze her and when she saw the frayed panties and her exposed pubic hair, the resolve began to ebb.
This gave me the last advantage I would need.
I flipped her onto her stomach and climbed astride her upper thighs.
Her arms were now pinned under her body and her legs were in no position to kick anymore.
The idea that the flailing, captive vixen at my mercy was my friend’s lovely wife that fucked me herself astride on me, for her own husband that sold those videos of his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with me, engorged my Uncut Hindu Cock to the bursting point.
I could hammer nails with my Hindu stiffness.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully inflamed and my proud and confident smile was ear-to-ear.
I took pleasure in grasping her collar and ripping the lightweight blouse completely off her back.
The pink bra was unsnapped deftly, in a maneuver practiced often with her laundry.
With her shirt in tatters, it seemed her overpowering was complete.
Her back was bare, warm and moist, with long red streaks a reminder of the struggle.
The remnants of her shirtsleeves still covering her upper arms, the bra lay useless as her breasts were smashed into the cushions.
Only the sides of her well-rounded Musalmān boobs could be seen, flattened underneath her.
I tugged off my own sweats and she barely moved.
As she slowly formed the image of her husband’s ever dominant Hindu friend sitting on her beautiful naked Musalmān body, strumming my fingers down her back and making lewd, disgusting comments on her exquisite Musalmān torso, she lost all will to continue.
Oddly, a feeling overtook her.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn could feel a tingle deep inside as I slobbered kisses down her spine.
She noticed an unmistakable wave building in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān loins as I reached under her to squeeze her tits.
And her heartbeat picked-up once more when she felt my handsome Hindu hands cup the cheeks of her rear-end, then suddenly I cracked my hand across her beautiful Musalmān butt and the shriek she let out was as much pleasure as shock.
One more sex provoking delicious Hindu slap on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass and my palm rubbing her beautiful Musalmān mounds made the seduction total.
At this, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn turned her head to reveal a tear-streaked cheek.
She herself fucked me daily for her pimp husband and enjoyed it very much, but when I was trying to fuck her for myself, she was acting as if I was raping an immensely shauharparast, immensely loyal Musalmān wife.
Her dark hair, now sweaty, was lying damp across her forehead, neck and back.
Her beautiful Musalmān body was warm and wet from the exertion and her insides were warm from a foreboding of what was to come.
She feebly whispered,
“Why Durgesh, why me? What are you going to do?”
I was exhausted, but these questions only re-sparked my passion.
The struggle done, I took a Moment to survey my conquest.
My wimp and pimp Pseudo Musalmān friend’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, lay entirely at my command.
Pleading, sweating, and enticingly available to my desires.
My Uncut Hindu Cock swelled to amazing proportions.
One more slap to her moist Musalmān ass and I let out a merciless, yet still sophisticated triumphant smile.
“Durgesh, please?” She futilely gave it one more shot. “What are you doing?”
She was utterly under my control and her emotions seemed comforted and content with that.
Now was the time for me to announce my intentions.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I guess I can call you Åāliyah Kamāluddīn since I’m running my fingers along your pussy lips.”
At this, she trembled and was about to speak but I cut her off.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, I’m gonna fuck you tonight, a lot. In fact, I’m gonna fuck you every day and night from now on. No problem. Isn’t it? Because that’s what you yourself were doing daily with me. Weren’t you?”
The shock of those words sent a shiver straight through her, but also aroused a very awkward sensation inside her.
How could her body betray her like this?
Did she want to be raped?
Was it rape if somehow it excited her so much?
“Durgesh, I, I don’t know about this.”
“You’ll do well to listen and obey. What you were doing clandestinely for your bloody Pseudo Musalmān husband, must come out now in the open. You have fucked me until now too much, now it’s my turn to fuck you from now on.”
With one more slap on her reddening backside, the party was about to begin.
My alter-ego was born, and for me, that meant “sex-master.”
I grabbed a big handful of her thick, black locks, and jammed an elbow into the small of her back to arch it, for my approach.
With no further talk or fuss, my huge Uncut Hindu Cock started pushing at the lips of her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was now all too real.
She thought maybe she could keep her legs together or squeeze her hips, but again, the fighting just energized me.
Thrusting hard, I was able to wedge my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tight extremely attractive enormously inviting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy and then the devastation was complete.
I was pleasantly thrilled to find her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy slick and gripping my Hindu meat like a fist wrapped around it.
She was amazed at the same sensation and found herself working to push back on my Uncut Hindu Cock in rhythm with me.
“Durgesh no, this is wrong. This is forbidden in Islam, Durgesh.”
She felt as if she said that to deceive herself because she was obviously starting to enjoy the feeling and realize that her entire life had been as a submissive, so why not her sex-life, too.
She squeaked once more,
“Stop, Durgesh, stop.”
Nevertheless, she hardly believed herself.
I was in total control and we both wanted it that way.
“I’m gonna fuck you good, you little Musalmān bitch. So take my Uncut Hindu Cock in your hot, horny ardent Musalmān twat and make me feel good.”
“Durgesh, please. I’m not a bitch. I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān,n,.” The words excited her all the more.
“You’re my bitch, now! My fuck-toy to play with whenever I want.
The rage was controlled and voice stayed calm and commanding.
I slid a cushion under her belly so that her sweet inviting cheeks were propped-up, as if on a serving-platter.
And the pounding started in earnest.
“Take that Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn. How does that feel in your little extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy?” My lust was running wild and there was no one to stop me.
And though I didn’t see it, her fantasies were coming to the force also.
I noticed she was still bucking hard but not trying to throw me off.
I could sense the change coming over her.
Now she herself wanted me to rape her.
Let the new video tell everyone it wasn’t one side activity.
I reached under her to cup each breast and tugged greedily at them, rolling tI nipples in my fingers and pinching them hard.
With a few more long Hindu thrusts in her hot Musalmān twat, I pulled her hair again so that I could see her big brown eyes.
“You love this, don’t you bitch?”
“I’m not a bitch.”
“You love it. And you love my thick Uncut Hindu Cock. Huh, bitch. Say it, tell me you’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch and you love my Uncut Hindu Cock into your ravenous Musalmān Cunt because your wimp Musalmān husband could never satisfy you as you needed tremendously.”
She saw now she was losing hopelessly, helplessly.
The excitement was real.
Her own female Musalmān lust was roiling up to the surface and she could feel an orgasm welling-up.
Not just an orgasm but an ORGASM.
“All right!, Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, is that enough?”
One more firm smack on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass told her it wasn’t.
“Answer me correctly, bitch!” My Hindu thrusts increased in power with each syllable.
Her will was worn down.
Her immensely beautiful Musalmān body slumped in total defeat.
And she felt one more crack across her bottom.
“Not fast enough!”
“Yes Durgesh, I love your Uncut Hindu Cock,” she moaned in a breathy, throaty voice. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch loves your unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.”
This soothed my tantrum for the Moment but did not stop the plunder.
I banged her harder, thrusting my rock-solid Hindu member between her inner Musalmān lips and strove to sink it deep in her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Furiously I pounded, tugging on her tits as if they would come off, yanking her black mane croaking in her ear.
“You’re my whore now, and I will use your sweet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy all day and night long. Take my Uncut Hindu Cock, bitch. I feel you shaking, I hear you moaning and your extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy is soaking my Uncut Hindu Cock. You need to be fucked by me and I’m going to fuck you, good.”
The tension was building in us both.
The climax was imminent.
“Durgesh,” using my nickname for the first time, ever. Please don’t cum into me.”
She didn’t say don’t cum.
And her mind wondered at that.
And it didn’t really matter as she had her tubes tied years ago.
So why say it?
She knew why, and now she knew she had to say it.
“Durgesh, I want to taste you. I want to taste your Hindu cum and feel your Hindu warmth in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth. I’m begging you, Durgesh. Cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.”
Her world turned upside down, literally.
In two seconds, her gaping extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy was empty and I had hold of her ears.
My enormous Hindu rod was pressing between her soft pink Musalmān lips and she could taste her own vaginal Musalmān juices on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her hips heaved and shook so violently that she could not keep my Hindu meat in her mouth.
I entered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again and shot streams of my Hindu cum in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān depths endlessly.
Long, sticky rivulets of my Hindu cum oozed ultimately from her Musalmān Cunt, overflowing.
For the first time, she laughed, as she felt the warm liquid inside her.
She scooped some of the mess off with her fingers herself.
She even surprised me by taking her fingers in her mouth and lewdly licking each one dry.
She the scooped more of it herself and swallowed that, too.
“I told you I wanted to taste you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” She smiled at me gratefully now, sweetly.
When she lowered her head and cupped her boobs in her hand, I was floored.
Her pink tongue lasciviously darted out to her nipples and cleaned-up all the semen she could reach that fell there when I took my Uncut Hindu Penis from her mouth and entered her Musalmān Cunt again.
My Uncut Hindu Cock sprang instantly to attention, once more and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn laid back with her long legs invitingly open.
“C’mon, now. Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch is ready for action. Fuck me now, fuck me tonight and every day from now on.” She understood her world, now and things were about to change.*
I wasn’t surprised.
“No record?” I asked Al Jihad Al Vaqār.
“No record.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said.
“Well,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said contemptuously, “Al Nādir Al Ghāzī had acted on the assumption, of course, that there had been a divorce in Reno, particularly after receiving that letter from their mutual friend about Al Jalāl Al Vasīm Al Wahāb’s divorce.”
“What did Al Nādir Al Ghāzī do?”
“He says he had naturally acted on the assumption that he was a free man and…”
“What did he do?” I repeated my question curtly.
“He says he had gone pretty damn far by the time he found out that there was some question about his Reno divorce. Al Nādir Al Ghāzī still thought that there was a divorce, all right, but that the records were missing or something.”
“Idiot, never confirmed whether there was any divorce actually or even nothing like that?”
“He was so obsessed with you?”
Al Jihad Al Vaqār smiled cunningly.
“What do you think? I am not that much beautiful?”*
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was recovering on the couch.
She must have passed-out for a short while or had just awaken from a terrible nightmare.
No such luck.
As her eyes focused, she saw her husband’s friend Durgesh, kneeling onto her, between her legs.
Alternately, I was rubbing her trimmed bush and sliding my long, bony Uncut Hindu Cock into her sore, wet extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn worked to analyze what and why this all took place.
Her husband’s friend was laughing triumphantly sweetly, yet calling her my “cum-slave” and “fuck-toy.”
Her butt was sore from the spankings I had administered and there was an unmistakable taste of my Hindu cum in her Musalmān throat.
Even my Hindu semen was drying on her smooth Musalmān thighs.
Durgesh, her husband’s fifty five year old enormously handsome Hindu friend, was naked.
My breathing hard and my dark hair disheveled.
My skin was flushed and sweaty, but it was my Uncut Hindu Cock that caught her attention.
Standing straight-out 8-9 inches and impossibly thick she had the curious impression that she could not have ever taken such a monster in either her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt or her mouth.
In her fantasies, it was always a huge Uncut Hindu Cock she craved.
And in her night-stand she kept a big rubber dildo that she rubbed against both sets of lips.
Her husband was over ethical.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn never had another option.
She herself never liked it.
Yet, what the hell else could Åāliyah Kamāluddīn do?
But now, the very real, very enormous Uncut Hindu Cock belonging to her Musalmān husband’s Anant Muslimātchod Hindu friend, was eliciting emotions in her body that should not be there.
She tried to recreate in her mind, what exactly had happened.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been playfully spanked by her Musalmān husband too, but never had her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī chubby perfect round firm ardent Musalmān ass been smacked so hard and so often that she needed to keep the pressure on her hips instead of her butt.
And though she had pleased her husband sometimes with her mouth too, no one had ever been allowed to finish inside her.
But, now Durgesh was fucking her and calling her names that she had never imagined.
And for some bewildering reason, fluids were running down her thighs, her nipples stood erect to the touch, aching to be squeezed, and each nasty name set off sparks in her mind.
“Can this really be my husband’s ‘friend’?”
“Good, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, You’re awake”, I started.
No longer bothering to call her “Åāliyah Kamāluddīn Bhābhījān.”
“I think you came so hard the last time, that you passed-out. Now that you understand the new rules, let’s start lesson #2.”
I stroked my thick Hindu meat as if it was a trophy and slapped it sharply against her beautiful Musalmān chin and cheeks.
My mind now flush with power and excitement.
“What lesson, what rules?…please Durgesh?” She slithered towards the back of the couch but this served no purpose.
I grabbed a handful of her jet-black hair in my strong hand and twisted her head back so that Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was staring up at me as I hovered over her.
“Lesson #2 bitch, suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls and beg me to give you my Hindu seed.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn nearly swooned.
She attempted to clamp her teeth shut and close her moist dark eyes.
One swift slap across her cheek ended that brief show of resistance.
“Do you need more discipline or are you ready to proceed?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn saw clearly now that her life has been one continuous stream of orders given and meek submission; her husband, her boss and now suddenly, her husband’s friend.
Men used her body literally or figuratively.
This time though, things seemed a bit different.
Her body and soul had been empty for so long, and she had only been going through the motions.
It felt good to have a man issue orders to her, again.
However, the Hindu angel of her subconscious nagged at her, still.
“This is forbidden in Islam,” she struggled with the thought. “My husband’s Hindu friend fucked me, and now wants me… no, demands, that I suck his swollen Uncut Hindu Cock and beg for the pleasure of it.”
She sensed me gripping her ears and positioning my fleshy beast at her lips.
Her surrender was now total.
The wave of anticipation building in her was like a volcano.
My bulging Uncut Hindu Penis slid roughly into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was amazed at the sensation she experienced here and between her legs.
I started gently but it was not long until the pumping increased and I grasped her shoulders to gain leverage.
“Open wider, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth like a whore and give you a load of my Hindu sweetness.”
She knew I expected her to swallow, but she couldn’t.
The gagging and choking forced my Uncut Hindu Cock out and in my wrath, I directed a long stream of jism into her lovely Musalmān Cunt again. The salty ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her Musalmān Cunt and splashed into her immense Musalmān depths.
Thick gobs of milky Hindu semen slowly oozed out her Musalmān Cunt overflowing from it ultimately, and clung in long strands from her thighs.
I milked my tool and squirted still more cum into Åāliyah Kamāluddīn‘s Musalmān Cunt.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock grew soft, I smiled triumphantly,
“Now clean me off and suck me ’till I’m hard again. Put a nice shine on it, I want you to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock hard and warm.”
Once more, My long, thick Hindu member snaked its way down her throat.
‘Why am I so excited? How can I be so thrilled to be forcibly raped by my own husband’s Hindu friend? I’ve had fantasies of being held down, and in dreams I’ve been called whore and bitch…but forbidden and rape should not get me so wet!’
My Uncut Hindu Cock grew amazingly large again, the bulbous head and straining veins looked unreal as it plunged into her like a piston, her saliva smoothing and greasing its path.
She took a deep breath and resigned herself to her fate.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wrapped her hand around my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock and worked her fingers up the length of my shaft.
My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with her spit and her long fingers, the pink nails shiny from cum, worked furiously to pump more semen from the tip.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, tell me what you want, and do it correctly.”
With a deep sigh and in a little-girl voice, she replied,
“Please Durgesh, fill me up, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān bitch wants you to fuck her and let her pleasure you in any way you choose.”
It was impossible to tell who was getting the most excited but certainly Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near orgasm and she was in dreamland.
I yanked her from the couch and on to her knees.
“Show me what you’ve learned, you horny slut.”
With just the slightest hesitation, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn stroked my blood engorged tool, the purple knob throbbing.
She greedily sucked it into her mouth and slurped it hungrily down.
She loved the rough Hindu skin sliding in and out.
She loved the sensation of this huge Uncut Hindu prick pounding the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.
And she loved that she could give a man, even this particular man, her husband’s friend, such an amazing feeling.
A switch was thrown.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was now a sub.
Secure in that knowledge, she let her husband’s friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her lewd Musalmān mouth.
Her pink lipstick was smeared all over her face.
Cum was drying on her thighs.
The image drove her passion, she felt invigorated and wanted this feeling to go on forever.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was still pumping my big Uncut Hindu Cock in her petite hands.
She rose to her feet and led me by my Uncut Hindu Cock to the side of the sofa.
She leaned over the armrest and placed one hand between her legs.
She slowly played with her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy lips and slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock herself into her warm Musalmān gash.
Her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy made a sound both erotic and nasty.
My Uncut Hindu Cock made a sloppy noise and she guided my stiff pecker with her free hand.
As it pressed against her extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt again, we both felt the head enter with very little effort.
“Please Durgesh, fuck my tight little Musalmān twat, and make me your bitch. I need to be fucked and I want you to treat me, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Bhābhījān, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, like the dirty little whore that I am.”
I explored deep inside her steaming extremely attractive enormously enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy.
As I squirted another blast against her inner Musalmān walls, I emitted a deep groan and shuttered mightily.
She shook so hard that she needed to hold the couch for support, her legs buckling beneath her.
Our ashvinātam orgasms together were drowned-out by our combined ashvinātam moans.
I wrapped my long arms around her waist and reached up to grab her heavy, swaying Musalmān breasts.
I continued to pump her hot Musalmān snatch and she thrust her meaty Musalmān backside in rhythm with my constant Hindu pounding.
Both of us were sweating and gasping for air as we collapsed onto the thick oriental carpet.
I lay spread-eagled on the floor and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn lay on me, her face downwards, having my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deepest into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn herself started to fuck me now straddling me, shamelessly.
Well, it wasn’t anything new however.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had already fucked me thus for a long time.
Only Durgesh wasn’t awake then.
Or, was Durgesh awake then too?
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
At what point does curiosity become an obsession?
When does a want become a need?
The curiosity started with another taboo, the reading of someone else’s diary.
Memories were rekindled, teenage fantasies recalled and, initially at least, occasional and idle thoughts were born.
A few days after the initial shock, the first idle thoughts of “I wonder if I could, I wonder if I should” were easily defeated by “NO! I shouldn’t even be thinking of it”.
Most of the musings in those early days were less confrontational to think about; the irony of it; after all these years and now Al Tayyabah Al İmrān had one right here under her own nose.
In a way it meant Al Tayyabah Al İmrān got what Al Tayyabah Al İmrān had always wanted and Al Tayyabah Al İmrān didn’t even know it.
Overcoming the taboo of the diary had been easy.
The first time she had found it, it was unlocked, and besides, how else was she to understand the life and dreams of a daughter she’d never known.
She rarely spoke of those years, except to say that “Dad always looked after me, it’s just that the life wasn’t for me”; and when she asked about her loves and wishes for the future, her daughter seemed either too shy or too naive of the world to know what was out there to want.
She had no doubt her body and soul would had been well cared for, but under the cloistered religious care of her zealot Abbū, her social skills had never developed.
Her shyness was not borne from timidity; it came from not knowing a world of choice.
With her Abbū, there was a choice to retreat from the rare social interactions with others or to remain and minister the lord’s word.
If she chose to retreat, she was encouraged to spend the time in quiet prayer.
When she reached puberty, more often than not when she retreated, she would spend the time masturbating.
When she turned 18 her Abbū allowed her a new choice, to stay and minister the lord in manly partnership, or to cast herself out into the sea of sinners.
She chose the latter.
Two days later she turned up on the doorstep of the mother she’d been taken from at age 3 and begged forgiveness and a place to stay till she learned how to earn her own money.
After three months they were getting comfortable in each other’s company and becoming more a family than the two strangers who had hugged and cried through the first week and then spent the next weeks not sure what to say.
Her politeness still held a shyness that would remain forever at the front of her character, but each day she explored more and more of the world around her.
She said what she did and didn’t like about a certain TV show, she decided she wanted to learn to play golf, and more and more often Al Tayyabah Al İmrān saw her shyly glancing and smiling at me whenever I was there.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān didn’t actually hate me.
Yet, she never liked I fucked her entire beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, sisters, cousins, sisters in law, everyone.
The day before Al Tayyabah Al İmrān saw her daughter’s diary, she conceded she’d never have a boyfriend but that she hoped one day she would get married “to someone as handsome as you Mr. Durgesh”.
She still did that, occasionally lapsing into formalities and forgetting Mr. Durgesh was actually a Hindu, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān herself wanted to start her Live in Relationship with Durgesh.
But her Īmān never allowed her.
At first the diary was a disappointment.
She had hoped to discover stories of her daughter’s youth but it appeared she had bought the thing as a personal present on her 18th birthday.
Apart from a dreary description of the two day bus ride to meet Durgesh, the rest was about a life she already knew; the one in this house over the past three months.
She was pleased that by the second month, her daughter was beginning to express herself more and write about her feelings and interests.
Her daughter was developing quickly and Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was proud of the career aspirations she wrote of and the things she saw as important in a given day.
Three weeks ago the diary writings had changed, and with it the embryo of an obsession began to gestate inside her.
She wrote; “I like to finger myself” (the word masturbate had been written first but then crossed out) “so I have decided that in future I’ll write about some of the things I like to finger about”.
Her daughter had written once or twice before about masturbating but it was the words following that had an effect on her.
“Fingering today was different from usual because I found out something about my vagina today (entries in a few weeks would see the word written as “cunt”); it felt different because today I found out my vagina is ravenous than normal. I saw a show on TV that said the average need of a vagina is a penis irrespective of its being uncut or cut. After the show I got ravenous and found myself immensely uncontrollable. I don’t know if that is more ravenous than normal or otherwise, but it made me feel good to know it is above average. I can satisfy even Durgesh with it.”
Allah, my God, Durgesh is huge, she thought.
He is the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter was proud of him and for him.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān put the diary back and considered she had invaded her daughter’s privacy enough, and thought no more about it; until bedtime, when an idle memory popped into her head.
She had always fantasized about sex with Durgesh.
As luck would have it, she’d only ever bedded Mr Average, or his junior. She’d never seen, touched, or fucked, a cock as optimum as Durgesh’s.
But even her own daughter was dreaming of Durgesh’s unique legendary utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Penis now.
As the years and her husband went by, she’d forgotten about those younger girls passions; she’d had fantastic orgasms with 2 inch cock and was no more excited when it was inside her.
Experience had taught her that size doesn’t matter, but still she laughed at the irony that she literally had given birth to her teenage dream.
She was reminded of it two or three times over the next day or so.
The first time she saw Durgesh after she’d read the diary she felt a tinge of embarrassment but still couldn’t stop herself glancing at my groin.
When she heard me in the shower the next morning she was reminded and wondered how long a limp giant is when dangling freely down a wet leg; and those teenage fantasies came into her head for no apparent reason when she was watching TV.
Each time, she thought nothing sexual of me; it was just a distant memory prompted then forgotten.
She saw the cock and never the face, neither of me nor any other face.
It was an immensely handsome tremendously attractive cock she wanted not the man attached to it.
After a while she began to wonder whether her imagination was the same as the reality, would a cock that is immensely handsome tremendously attractive erect be as lovely as she imagined when limp?
She wasn’t aware of any rule, divide length of erect cock by two to work out limp length; indeed she was sure she’d seen her husband’s cock hardly grow at all.
How long is my cock when limp, how wide across?
Why hadn’t her daughter written those dimensions in the diary?
She tried to imagine my cock limp and then couldn’t remember; there were religious considerations.
She tried to imagine a limp uncut cock, but she couldn’t conjure up a satisfactorily clear enough image of it; not of one that would swell to nine inches anyway.
By the morning of the third day she had the first idle thoughts of “I wonder if I could, I wonder if I should, I wonder if I can, find a way to see my cock”.
“NO! I shouldn’t even be thinking of it” survived for the next three days as the answer.
On the seventh day Al Tayyabah Al İmrān had a long debate with herself.*
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān only wanted to see it.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān didn’t want to touch it or fuck it; Durgesh is a Hindu.
It doesn’t even had to be erect.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān just wanted to see what the unique one looked like.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān deserved it after all these years.
Besides a Musalmān houselady should know for sure if a Hindu is really desirable or not.
But Al Tayyabah Al İmrān couldn’t just ask me to show it to her.
Maybe if Al Tayyabah Al İmrān just walk in on me in the shower.
But how could Al Tayyabah Al İmrān do that and make it seem an accident?
No, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān shouldn’t do it.
But why not?
No, it might not be right.
What about when I’m in bed?
Maybe Al Tayyabah Al İmrān could take a peek when I’m asleep.
No, I might wake up.
Maybe when I’m getting dressed or going to bed or something.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān wondered if I would mind.
No, maybe Al Tayyabah Al İmrān couldn’t.
She might catch me fucking someone and it would embarrass me,
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān could tell me it’s ok and then leave.
It would be alright if Al Tayyabah Al İmrān saw it, wouldn’t it?
She masturbated furiously that night.
She dreamt a nightmare of my extremely attractive, Uncut Hindu Penis, chasing her down, raping her, filling her every Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole.
She woke late at the sound of water running in the shower and masturbated violently.
She spent much of the 8th day moralizing over those dreams and self-passions.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was just randy that’s all.
It’s just a marvelous Uncut Hindu Penis Al Tayyabah Al İmrān wanted, not Durgesh.
If Al Tayyabah Al İmrān saw my cock. Al Tayyabah Al İmrān won’t be so curious.
She’ll know what it looked like.
If I’m soft that will be ok because she’ll see what it’s like and be able to imagine it hard.
It doesn’t have to be hard when Al Tayyabah Al İmrān see me.
Soft will be ok.
Soft will be better for me.
I won’t be as shy as I might be when Al Tayyabah Al İmrān see me hard.
If Al Tayyabah Al İmrān see my cock then Al Tayyabah Al İmrān won’t have to think about it anymore.
And that decided her to commit a taboo she swore she never would.
She hunted down the key to break into her daughter’s diary.
She sat on my bed and flicked straight to the page with the penis statistics.
She read them over three or four times, creating vivid mental images each time – her mind’s eye watching her doing the measuring.
A sudden thought was taking her eyes from the page, scanning the bedside table then opening the draw to find a ruler.
Holding it in her lap and slowly following the increments – one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine – her thumb sliding along the scale.
She never did find the limp dick measurements and most of the entries up to the present were relatively mundane; with one exception from 5 days ago.
With the hindsight that the entry offered, she knew now why her daughter had said at least once a day every day since “you should wear that summer dress more often, it really suits you”.
The entry included one new statistic and gave birth to another series of battles between the forces of morality and the forces of curiosity – a morality already weakened by almost a lifetime of separation that meant there were no strong unbinding bonds between them.
And an unfulfilled curiosity ever strengthened by the growing dominance of obsession.
That’s what they call it.
A beautiful woman insanely crazy to fuck Durgesh herself.
Even if Durgesh doesn’t even know of her existence.
Durgesh says it’s Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s publicity only, nothing true at all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiles and claims, ‘Fuck Durgesh yourself and find out the absolute Truth. Why believe anyone?’
She says Durgesh is being polite.
He has an incredible Penis.
Yet he doesn’t want to madden the entire womankind for it.
He has a mission to establish family itself.
This information breaks every family however strong it is otherwise.
Hell, her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends, sisters, cousins, sisters in law confirm Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is absolutely correct.
Durgesh is immensely polite.
He doesn’t want to break families.
Durgesh really has an incredibly unique Penis that extends in length from two and a half inches to ten inches usually according to the depth of the vagina it visits.
It even extends to twelve inches inside a needy vagina.
No doubt every beautiful houselady is crazy to fuck Durgesh herself.
They boast about it entirely unashamed of themselves for it that they fuck Durgesh himself.
They even claim Durgesh is a Parahuman.
He has infinite bodies to satisfy entire womankind sexually.
Durgesh’s opponents laugh at it.*
Sunday June 11 – watched all of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies Durgesh fucked one by one.
What a man.
He is never tired of fucking us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is extremely lovely, attractive and wonderful.
It’s more attractive, lovely and wonderful when it penetrates a beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
The anointing of Musalmān vaginal juices around Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund makes it shining, smooth and incredibly striking.
It’s a pleasure to watch it penetrating a beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
Alas, Ammī is missing what her entire beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, sisters, cousins, sisters in law are enjoying.
I won’t join Ammī in her ever greatest blunder.
I would join her entire beautiful Musalmān girlfriends, sisters, cousins, sisters in law instead.
For the rest of that day, morality waged the war on the grounds that it’s wrong to think of a Hindu sexually. Obsession told curiosity to use itself as an argument – it’s not really me my daughter wants it, I am just curious.
Obsession was whispering like Gollum in her ear, yessss and if Durgesh gets hard seeing me half naked then I’ll see the outline of his cock in his pants and then curiosity will be satisfied because I’ll know what a 9 inch cock looks like.
No doubt exhausted by the day’s mental torment, she slept soundly that night.
The next morning Morality felt refreshed by the rest and told her to quickly dress in something else other than my favorite summer dress.
Obsession said nothing she could hear, so she slipped on a daggy old cotton dress that was from an era when her body was two sizes bigger.
“Quick! before you change your mind”, barked Morality, and she fled the room to make breakfast.
In her haste to dress quickly in something plain, she had overlooked any underwear.
There were two buttons under the collar of the dress.
Without telling her, Obsession undid both as she heard me going down the hall to my morning shower.
“Honey, come and had a cup of tea first, Al Tayyabah Al İmrān has just made a fresh pot for you”.
I went in as her back was turned and, taking a seat across the table from her, said affably,
“Awww, you never wear my favorite dress, it suits you so well.”
She turned and leaned low across the table to slide me a cup of tea.
She was on auto pilot, or maybe it was obsession pilot? And made the move across and back up as slowly as she dared.
With the buttons undone and the dress too big, the cotton front hung low and both her excellent ever erect proud Musalmān tits were in full view.
She checked my eyes as she was rising to make sure I’d seen, jackpot clanged my dilating pupils.
“That dress suits you too.” I said in recovery; then smiling confidently, “Al Tayyabah Al İmrān, may I have some sugar for my tea, dear?”
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān was thirty six only.
Yet, she was married to her cousin that was thirty years elder to her.
Her husband was my friend actually.
He left her suspecting she had extramarital affair with me.
“Are you crazy? We haven’t any such relationship.”
“I never said it’s from you. It’s she that loves you, even if you don’t.” he said gravely, angrily somewhat even, “Durgesh, I know you never cross your limits, but our beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies are themselves that never spare you, even to the extent that they blackmail you as my own Ammī and sisters did.”
“Durgesh has immense, infinite I should say, masculine charms.” His Ammī had said gravely when he confronted her, “No woman that’s beautiful can ever resist Durgesh.”
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān knew what she was after.
She leaned an elbow on the table, made sure the dress gaped, and slowly spooned one, “no two today please,” lumps into my cup.
She stood while I drank, occasionally resting her arms and elbows on the table to lean over and talk.
She gave me one last good look as I finished the cup and said “Ok, now off to the shower and I’ll make some bacon and eggs for you when you get out.”
I was bare-chested.
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān knew that below the table I was wrapped in a towel only, no underwear even.
That’s how I lived there.
Her husband had left her, how could I?
“If you too leave us, everyone would believe the bastard you call your friend.” Al Tayyabah Al İmrān had said gravely, “Please, don’t ever leave us. I need you to protect us Ammī Béŧī from this wretched world. They would destroy us if we haven’t any man of the house to take care of us ladies. It’s a men’s world despite every insistent and persistent denial of it.”
“But your husband is spreading rumors of our love affair, and…”
“Let him. I damn care. We both are innocent. You know.”
“Bhābhījān, we need to talk.”
“Why do you behave as if we are husband and wife? Everyone would suspect what your husband did.”
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān watched me gravely.
“It protects my honor.”
“Your friend isn’t respected anywhere. He lacks the proper manhood you have infinite. The ever pleasure seeking men are afraid to disrespect any woman they suspect she is yours.”
“They say countless beautiful Musalmān houseladies boast of having affair with you. It’s not always to really have an affair with you. Sometimes we do it to threaten the criminal elements and our unjust husband even.”
Al Tayyabah Al İmrān smiled.
“I teased him especially, behaving as your wife. He was afraid of me more than he was afraid of you. The Musalmīn think you protect your Musalmān women beyond everything whatsoever. We take advantage of this fear of them as most as we can.”
“I might just stay here and talk while you make it, I’ll shower after ok”. I’ve got an erection under there that I’m too embarrassed to stand up and show, curiosity whispered to her.
“No, come on, you’ll feel better after the shower,” she said and turned her back so I could make a move unseen. “Hang on a sec,” she said and turned just as I’d stood and turned to move away, “Is this yours?”
I didn’t turn my body.
Instead, I looked over my shoulder.
“What?” I said, looking first to see what she held in her hands and then down the front of her dress as she stretched across the table with something hidden cupped in her hands.
The attraction of the Musalmān tit view was enough for me to turn, but I did so with my hands held together in front of me.
It was what she had expected and it was why she did what she did next.
As I bent slightly to look at the thing she held, or rather, I pretended to look; I really bent to get the best fullest view I’d had yet of those two excellent ever erect proud Musalmān tits.
I couldn’t help but imagine reaching in and fondling them till I came.
With my vision distracted, she flicked something out of her fingers, shooting fast toward my face.
It brought on the automated response she was relying upon.
I recoiled quickly and put my hands to my face for protection.
I caught the coin and was studying it for signs that it was indeed mine.
While I took the few seconds to react to all this, she was taking a long hard look at a long hard Uncut Hindu Lund outlined under the towel; lying flat across my stomach and over my left hip.
It looked hugely bigger than anything she’d seen under a towel before.
“No, it’s not mine,” I turned and started out the door toward the shower.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look at Sabīħah Åbbās.
That hadn’t worked out, but something much different, much better had.
“Durgesh, what the hell happened to your back?” Ashok cried as he stood and threw on his clothes.
Sabīħah Åbbās did as well, but she was moving slower.
“Looks like someone played with a tigress,” she grinned.
I immediately realized what they were talking about.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling cunningly, naughtily. “I met a Musalmān girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild.”
“Man!” Ashok laughed. “She must have been.”
“You’d better get downstairs,” I prompted. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be up soon.”
“Right!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, said. “I don’t want to face her from a bedroom.”
“I’m right behind you,” Sabīħah Åbbās said when Ashok looked at her impatiently.
He nodded and left.
I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes?” I asked.
She was looking at me oddly.
“Those scratches are new,” she said. “There’s no way they happened before last night.”
My mind raced.
“No…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.
“Maybe I was wrong about you,” she smiled sexily. “Maybe you can handle Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Your older sister?” I asked.
She nodded, getting very close.
“You must be wilder than Ashok describes,” she said.
Sabīħah Åbbās was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch.
“Because those scratches are new and I’m the only Musalmān girl not related to you in the house.”
“That’s sick! I…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.
“I know,” she smiled, her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes burning into mine. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get to me, on a purely sexual level.”
I was sure how to answer that.
Yet, it didn’t matter.
Sabīħah Åbbās removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.
“I’m looking forward to introducing you to Al Tahajjud Al Islam,” she said as she left the room. “It’s been a while since she and I double dated.”
It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it.
She didn’t seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.
“I’m sure it will be some double date,” I mumbled to myself, and then thought, ‘I think it’s time Ashok and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Sabīħah Åbbās is hinting at before I meet her sister.’
The shower felt good.
My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up.
If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn’t a dream.
I really had sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus and the sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman who cared for me had scratched the hell out of my back.
“Wow!” I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it.
The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened.
I knew that, and now I’d have to deal with the repercussions.
Well, I was ready.
It wasn’t my first sexual intercourse with someone that was known to be my Bahū Bégum, my daughter in law, irrespective of the fact whether she really accepted to be so, or adamant, insistent and persistent even to refuse her such a platonic relationship with me.
I finished my shower, dried and got dressed.
I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair.
I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.
I could hear voices being raised downstairs.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was obviously awake and it sounded like Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and she were going at it.
I also heard other voices.
I guessed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, hadn’t gotten away before Al Furqān Al Firdaus woke up.
‘This should be fun,’ I sighed.
“…It’s bad enough you had a party while I was away,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus was saying. “But for you all to sleep over with your dates is too much!”
“You’re not going to tell our father, are you, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked as I walked down the stairs.
Shankar and Sabīħah Åbbās were gone.
It was only Al Furqān Al Firdaus Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and cousins in the room.
I guess Ashok and Shaguftah Jamīl figured that it was better to face Al Furqān Al Firdaus rather than their father.
They were probably right.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do that,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at me and frowned.
I met her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes until she looked away.
That was something new.
Last night had clearly changed the dynamic of our relationship.
I frowned to myself, but couldn’t help admit that it felt oddly satisfying.
She has surrendered!’ I smiled at myself. She isn’t an arrogant communal Musalmān bitch anymore that always hated and criticized Hindus’ sexual relationships with ‘horny’ Muslimahs.’
I never wanted to hurt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, or anyone else.
It wasn’t my nature ever.
“No, I’m not going to tell your Abbū,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to Shaguftah Jamīl, gravely.
“Why not?” Ashok asked in annoyance. “It’s time he loosened up anyway. He’s ridiculous!”
“Maybe,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by saying. “But Anwar is Anwar and he’s not about to change anytime soon.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, you’re right,” I said before Ashok could continue. “They shouldn’t have had the party while you were away. They’re sorry.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked at me in surprise, but quickly agreed.
“Truthfully,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “I’m less concerned about the party than what happened afterward.”
“It’s no big deal,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus argued, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus was looking at me.
I knew what she meant.
“They were all drunk,” I said carefully. “It happens.”
“But not again,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied meaningfully. “Not in my house.”
“I can’t promise that,” I said honestly.
“Durgesh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus snapped, having no idea what the real conversation Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I were having.
I was glad Sabīħah Åbbās left.
She’d have picked up on it instantly.
“Let me make you all some breakfast before you two go home,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, changing the subject.
Poor Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked totally confused.
“That would be great, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl smiled. “I’ll help.”
The two went into the kitchen.
“What’s up with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus frowned once they were gone.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus did seem a bit odd,” Ashok added.
“Ease up on her today, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” I said softly. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus quit her job last night.”
“She what?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried, but then added, “Let me guess. It was Mr. Muħammad? He hit on her, didn’t he?”
“You knew about him?” I asked in surprise.
“No, but I guessed,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed. “He had jerk written all over him. I’d better go in and make sure she’s alright.”
“Okay, but don’t push her,” I said, authoritatively somewhat now. “She’ll tell you about it when she’s ready.”
“MuslimātRamañ, Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s not the only one acting weird today,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, but then thankfully left the room before I could decide of how to respond her.
“Sorry to hear about what happened,” Ashok said once we were alone.
“We’ll be fine,” I said in a tone that let Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, know I didn’t want to talk about it.
Ashok nodded slowly and then changed the subject.
“Mind if I take a shower?” Ashok asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, leading him back upstairs to my room for some clothes.
I threw open the door and the sight and smell made me shake my head and add, “Right after you air out my room and change my sheets.”
“No problem,” he laughed.
“You are one lucky man,” I said as we entered. “That Sabīħah Åbbās is something else.”
“She is, isn’t she?” he laughed, pulling the sheets off my bed.
“Have you met her older sister?” I asked.
“Al Tahajjud Al Islam? Sure,” he smiled. “She’s even hotter than Sabīħah Åbbās!”
“No way,” I argued.
“Seriously,” he said. “They look a lot alike, only Al Tahajjud Al Islam has bigger tits.”
“Now that sounds interesting,” I said, handing him a clean set of sheets as I opened the window. “Because Sabīħah Åbbās said she wanted to set me up with Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Really?” he asked in surprised. “You lucky dog! If she’s half as wild as Sabīħah Åbbās, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“You sound jealous,” I teased.
“I am,” he laughed, making my bed.
“What I wouldn’t do to get into Al Tahajjud Al Islam’s pants!”
“And chance screwing up what you have with Sabīħah Åbbās?” I asked.
“We’re not that serious,” he shrugged. “We like each other and the sex is amazing, but I don’t think either one of us is expecting what we have to last forever. In some ways it’s really nice, because we’re not afraid of trying things or saying what we want.”
“Sabīħah Åbbās doesn’t strike me as the type to be afraid to say or do anything,” I said, shaking my head.
“You may be right,” he smiled.
“Maybe?” I asked. “She didn’t even pause when I burst in on you two this morning!”
“True,” he said, his smile turning into a grin. “And I couldn’t believe what she said last night!”
“What?” I asked.
“You remember. About letting me play with Al Tahajjud Al Islam while she took care of you,” he answered. “She was just teasing you, but man!”
“What if she wasn’t?” I asked. “Would you go for it?”
Ashok looked at me and if possible, his grin grew wider.
“In a heartbeat,” he replied.
“Me too,” I said. “Just in case it ever comes up.”
“Just in case,” he agreed, laughing again. “But you won’t want to switch once you meet Al Tahajjud Al Islam. She is something else!”
“I don’t know,” I argued. “Sabīħah Åbbās is one of the hottest Musalmān girls I’ve ever met.”
“She is that,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, agreed.
“I’m just wondering how a guy like you got her,” I joked.
“Dumb luck,” Ashok replied, finally finished with cleaning my room. “Now give me some clothes. I really do need a shower.”
“You’re telling me?” I teased, handing over something that would fit him.
I moved on to the guest bedroom and called a house cleaner to clean it while he was in the shower.
It didn’t take long.
I had plenty to think about.
“Breakfast!” I heard Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus call up the stairs.
I left and bumped into Ashok in the hall.
He was just getting out of the shower.
“Tell them I’ll be there in two minutes,” he said.
I nodded and went down the stairs.
The meal ended up being surprisingly good considering that, everyone at the table had a hangover to one degree or another.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or say anything to upset her.
We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus picked it up.
“Anwar!” she said in surprise. “Yes, they’re both here.”
“Oh brother,” Ashok said. “Father in law is checking up on us.”
“Can you blame him?” his cousin asked.
They exchanged a grin.
“Yes Anwar, she was right,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “I was on a business trip.”
“Uf oh!” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“I got home last night,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus continued, and then paused again. “It was pretty late.” Everyone could hear Anwar’s yelling through the phone.
“Oh relax!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped at her older brother, surprising us all. “They’re fine and that’s what matters most.”
“Here it comes,” Ashok sighed, guessing at his father’s in law next question.
“I didn’t see Shankar or Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied, eying us all briefly before grinning and adding, “But I got home pretty late and for all I know they were all in their bedrooms having mad passionate sex.”
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus!” Shaguftah Jamīl whispered in horror, but she had the decency to blush as well, after all, it was the truth.
“Oh come on Anwar!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “You have to admit it was a little funny.”
Again, more yelling from Anwar Ůsmān.
“He really needs to get laid,” Ashok sighed, but then looked at Al Furqān Al Firdaus and added, “Sorry.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus covered the receiver.
“You’re not wrong,” she said, shaking her head.
“Bājī Bégum!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried in shock.
“Oh please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus retorted. “If nothing else, what happened last night had made me realize I can’t treat you as kids forever. Besides, Anwar is being ridiculous!”
“That’s my father in law,” Ashok sighed.
“You know it’s because he loves you, right?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked him, switching from anger to defense in a flash.
You have to love siblings.
“Yeah, but it gets old,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, replied.
“Yes, it does,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said knowingly. “I remember how he was when I started dating. What a pain!”
“He hadn’t changed much,” Shaguftah Jamīl put in.
“Hold on,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to us and took her hand off the phone receiver. “Anwar, I have to go. Breakfast is getting cold. The kids will be home shortly.” She hung up right afterward.
“You didn’t just hang up on dad, did you?” Ashok grinned.
“I said goodbye,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged, causing them all to laugh.
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
“I didn’t lie,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged. “And you shouldn’t either.”
“He doesn’t make it easy,” Ashok put in.
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, and then looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and me. “I guess I don’t either. I’m sorry. Things are going to change around here.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said in surprise.
“A little,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “I mean, this is still my house and I don’t want it becoming party central or where you and Durgesh have your booty calls.”
“Booty call?” Ashok asked in surprise. “Where in the world did you hear that?”
“I’m old enough, yet―” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “Not dead!”
“Who the hell are you, Durgesh, and what have you done with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked me in shocked surprise.
“Very funny,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed, glancing my way briefly.
There was an impish secret smile on her beautiful lips, but it faded swiftly before anyone else could notice it.
I’d intentionally remained quiet.
“I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn’t just your party and sleep over.”
“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh told me.”
“I heard too,” Ashok added.
“Heard what?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, clearly stunned.
I knew what she was thinking.
“I’m sorry Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said gravely. “I guess I should have let you tell Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus that you quit your job.”
“My job,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, shaking her head. “Right.”
“Are you okay, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked.
“I will be,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus answered honestly. “It’s just a lot to take in, all at once.”
“Don’t worry, Bājī Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh and I will help.”
“We’ll be fine,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled. “I’ve got enough saved to last for at least six months and I’ll have another job well before then.”
“I still think you should sue Mr. Muħammad,” I grumbled. “Or better yet, let me pay him a visit.”
“I’m willing to tag along,” Ashok too said quickly.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped. “I can take of him myself.”
We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast.
It didn’t take long.
The maidservants cleaned the kitchen afterward.
It went quickly.
“I guess it’s time to go home and face the music,” Shaguftah Jamīl sighed.
“Yeah,” Ashok said, shaking his head.
I could see that he was brewing for a fight already.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus took one look and sighed.
She could see it too.
“I think maybe I’d better come with you two,” she said. “I haven’t visited your father in law for a long time anyway.”
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
The three of them disappeared not long afterward.
“I’m wiped,” I sighed once they all were gone.
“I guess that means I can’t convince you to help me clean?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
“You clean?” I joked. “It will never happen! Do you even know how to wash a dish?”
“Very funny,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “You jerk.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus really wasn’t much of a cleaner.
She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn’t very often.
I wasn’t much better, but I’d been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions.
“You aren’t serious, are you?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” she replied. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s had a tough few days.”
I frowned and nodded.
I was very tired, but Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was right.
On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.
“How about we take a nap first?” I asked. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be over Anwar’s all day. I really am wiped.”
“Hmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said thoughtfully. “That does sound good, but I need a shower first.”
“Enjoy,” I shrugged. “Bed time for me.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was first to the stairs.
She climbed them and it actually took me a Moment to realize I was staring at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
‘It’s okay!’ I smiled to myself.
After what happened with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, did it really matter?
I took a few Moments to think about Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and her appearance.
‘Eīshān! Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s pretty hot!’
It wasn’t that I didn’t know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn’t attractive before, but I’d never truly looked at her as a Musalmān girl.
No, that’s not right.
I’d never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now.
I couldn’t help myself.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sexy Musalmān lady brigade!
I had already fucked a twenty eight at night, yet I was still thinking of her younger sister, twenty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had successfully changed my taste.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s blond hair and she was built athletically.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass was big, and rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college.
She was a gym teacher and it showed.
Her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts weren’t nearly as big as Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked when we reached the top of the stairs.
She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.
“You know,” I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. “You could do a lot better than Vijay Vikram Pratāp.”
I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.
“You’re right,” she said, surprising me. “It’s too bad really. He’s handsome and smart.”
“Pretty packaging doesn’t make a good guy,” I said. “And neither does brains. And what’s with the total lack of a sense of humor?”
“Okay, MuslimātRamañ Hindu, ease off,” she said pointedly.
I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, rolled her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes and laughed.
I’d learned long ago not to comment on Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s Hindu boyfriend.
The fact that she hadn’t jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Vijay Vikram Pratāp said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.
“See you in a couple of hours,” I said, entering my room.
The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.
I woke up slowly.
It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn’t alone in my room.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me.
She looked as if she’d be there for a while.
I looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up.
Whatever was bothering her was bad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Fātimah Ålī is burī taraħ méré pīchhé pađī thī hāth dhokar ki ab méré paas Fātimah Ålī ko chodné ké ålāvah aur koī chārah hī nahīn rah gayā thā.
Kħūb koshish kī thī Fātimah Ålī ko samjhāné kī mainé,
“Béŧā, tum abhī sirf aŧhārah saal kī huī ho, aur main pūré painsaŧh saal kā ho chukā hūn ab.”
“Never try to ‘Béŧā’ me anymore.” Fātimah Ålī né mujhé ānkh mārī, “Lund khađā ho chukā hai āpkā mujhé chodné ké liyé. Dékh lījiyé apnī donon ŧāngon ké bīch, agar mujh par yaqīn nahīn hai to.”
“Agar tumné usko pakđā na hotā to mérā Uncut Hindu Lund sirf tumhén dékhkar hargiz khađā nahīn hone wālā thā. Itnā anindr, itnā ghair muttaqī, nahīn hūn main.”
“Mérī samajh mein āpkā yah moral zarā sā bhī nahīn ātā. Ék taraf āp mujhé isliyé nahīn chodnā chāhté ki main āpké aisé Pakistani Musalmān dost kī béŧī hūn, jo āpké liyé apnī jaan tak déné par haméshah tulé rahté hain. Dūsrī taraf āp apné usī Pakistani Musalmān dost kī tamām Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bīviyon ko khulé åām chaurāhon par chodté rahté hain, uskī tamām bahnon aur uskī tamām Musalmān houseladies ko khulé åām chaurāhon par chodté rahté hain.”*
Main gambhīr ho gayā.
“Fātimah Ålī, tumhāré is sawāl kā jawāb main tumko kaī martabah de chukā hūn. Tumhāré Abbū, Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl par apné mulk Pakistan sé ghaddārī karné kā muqadmah chalāyā jāné wālā thā. Agar mainé åén vaqt par tumhāré kħāndān kī tamām kħūbsūrat Musalmān åuraton ko is taraħ na chodā hotā to tumhāré Abbū ké dushman abhī tak kabhī kā unko ghaddār sābit karké phānsī par chađhwā chuké hoté. Samjhīn tum?”
“Agar tumné mujhé nahīn chodā to main Abbū sé tumhārī is naqlī dushmanī, is jhūŧhī dushmanī kī tamām pol kholkar rakh dūngī, samjhé?”
Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl ko kāŧo, to kħūn nahīn thā.
“Chod do isko bhī, Durgesh. Agar yah bhī tumhārā painsaŧh saal kā param chudakkađ sabsé zyādah tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund hī apnī pākīzah Pakistani Sunnī Musalmān Choot ké andar ghusvāné ko marī jā rahī hai, to chod dālo isko bhī.”
Fātimah Ålī kħushī sé pāgal ho uŧhī.
Kichkichākar apné Abbū, Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl, sé lipaŧ gaī Fātimah Ålī.
“Thank you, Abbū, méré pyāré Abbū, bahut bahut shukriyah. Bađī meharbānī. Āpné ijāzat dé dī. Kitnā chāhté hain mujhé aap. Kitné Musalmān baap hain aaj jo apnī aŧhārah saal kī Musalmān béŧī ko kisī painsaŧh saal ké Hindu kī Live in relationship partner ban jāné kī ijāzat dété hain.”
Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl né apnī tāzah tāzah naujawān Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān béŧī kī péshānī chūm lī pyār sé.
Voh jānté thé, unkī béŧī Durgesh kī Live in relationship partner kyon bannā chāhtī hai. Ék painsaŧh saal kā Param Muslimātchod Hindu unkī tāzah tāzah naujawān Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān béŧī kī pahlī aur ākħirī wāħid pasand kyon ban gayā hai.
Apnī tāzah tāzah naujawān Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān béŧī par fakħr ho āyā Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl ko.
Durgesh né åén vaqt par Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl ké béħad lambé chauđé kħāndān kī tamām ħasīn-o-jamīl Musalmān kħawātīn ko chaurāhon par chod chodkar, unkī béħad ħasīn-o-jamīl Musalmān gānđén mār mārkar, Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl ko phānsī chađhné sé bachāyā thā.
Unkī tāzah tāzah naujawān Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān béŧī mar miŧī thī is par Durgesh par.
Voh is taraħ Durgesh ko yah jatānā chāhtī thī ki voh is par Durgesh kā aħsān kis ħad tak māntī hai.
Bāvajūd iské ki uské apné Abbū, Dr. Ħanīf Ålī Iqbāl, né Fātimah Ålī ko méré saath Live in Relationship kī ijāzat dé dī thī, Fātimah Ålī is baat par vichlit ho uŧhī ki mujhé usī din Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ké saath Mecca Mukarramah jānā thā.
Yah Fātimah Ålī ko apnī béħad dilkash béħad ħasīn kamsin Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān jawānī kī intehāī tauhīn maħsūs huī thī ki main uské saath First Night celebrate karné ké liyé bhī nahīn ruk pāyā thā.
Balki Fātimah Ålī ko to ulŧé is par yah shak bhī huā thā ki kahīn mainé Fātimah Ålī ké saath First Night celebrate karné kī zimmédārī sé bach sakné ké liyé hī Faraħ Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī ké saath Mecca Mukarramah jāné kā plan to nahīn banāyā thā.
Yah baat Fātimah Ålī ko itnī burī lagī thī, ki voh apné āp ko rok tak nahīn pāī thī, khulkar is par åétrāz karné sé.
“Ab jab Abbū né hum donon kī Live in Relationship kī ijāzat dé dī hai, to tumné apné āp ko mujh sé bachā sakné ké liyé yah nayā bahānā nikāl liyā?”
Main hans pađā.
“Arey, lånat hai us Hindu par jo apnī itnī ħasīn-o-jamīl Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Live in relationship partner sé bachné kā tasavvur bhī karé. Main abhī chodtā hūn Sālī, tujhé sabké sāmné. ‘Khullamkhullā chodūngā main Fātimah, tujhé’.”
“Achchhā?” Fātimah Ålī né tanz kiyā, “Vāqaåī? Hai himmat?”
“Himmat to tujh mein honī chāhiyé, mérī jān. Durgesh kā kyā hai, main to vaisé hī khulé åām tum Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chodté rahné ké liyé burī taraħ badnām hūn.”
Mainé lapakkar Fātimah Ålī ko méré prabal Hindu bāhupāsh mein jakađ liyā.
Fātimah Ålī ko aesā lagā jaisé voh dafåtan Jannat mein pahunch gaī ho.
Usko yaqīn hī nahīn ho rahā thā ki voh Vāqaåī apné dream man Durgesh ké prabal Hindu bāhupāsh mein hai.
Aur yah maħsūs hoté hī Fātimah Ålī aur bhī zyādah madhosh ho uŧhī ki Durgesh kā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund vāqaåī uské bémisāl Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ħusn ké aħtarām mein khađā ho gayā hai aur uskī donon ŧāngon ké darmyān sīdhé Fātimah Ålī kī kunwārī Pakistani Musalmān Choot ké donon labial lips ké bīch jā phansā hai.
Allah, my God, kyā Durgesh vāqaåī usko yahīn sabké sāmné chodné wālā hai?
Kyā Fātimah Ålī vāqaåī itnī kħushqismat hai?*
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One More Durgesh Obsession
Al Fātimah Al Shams unlocked the door and entered Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s house.
Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad, a 29 year old divorcee, was her next door neighbor and best friend.
Al Fātimah Al Shams had promised to tend to her cat while she was out of town.
Al Fātimah Al Shams went in, found the cat food, and put down fresh food and water, but didn’t see the cat anywhere.
“Oh well,” she thought, “she’ll come out of hiding when she’s hungry.”
Since her husband was also out of town, Al Fātimah Al Shams decided to borrow a video from Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s collection of tapes. Ålī, had left early this morning for Washington, D.C.
He had a conference starting early Monday morning.
She spotted, Casablanca, and took it – she loved the old movies. “I haven’t seen this in years. It’s a good one to watch by myself — I can cry and not be embarrassed about it,” she thought as she locked up and headed home..
Even though it was early afternoon, Al Fātimah Al Shams got a diet soda, loaded the video in the VCR, and sat down to watch it.
The picture flickered for few moments and then the picture finally came on, but it wasn’t a movie. It was a home video.
Al Fātimah Al Shams saw Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad with her tits squeezed around a prick as I fucked her breasts.
My prick was just barely going between Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s lips each time I thrust it forward – she could see Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s tongue teasing and lick the head of my prick.
Then, she watched as my Uncut Hindu Prick started pumping shot after shot of cum onto Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Damn, I didn’t even know she was going with Durgesh,” mumbled Al Fātimah Al Shams as she hit pause on the remote.
She felt embarrassed; like she was spying on Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad.
Her curiosity won out over her misgivings. “Hell, I might as well watch it. See how it is,” muttered Al Fātimah Al Shams as she clicked the VCR back on.
The next scene showed Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad sucking my Uncut Hindu Prick, and then, me cumming into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt again.
The scenes were evidently made at different times.
Occasionally there would be a date/time shown up in the corner of the picture.
Al Fātimah Al Shams was taking a drink of her soda when the scene changed.
Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad was sitting in my lap with my Uncut Hindu Prick clearly buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy – we were both facing the camera.
Startled, Al Fātimah Al Shams swallowed wrong, choked on the drink, and started coughing.
When she got her coughing under control, the scene had changed.
Al Fātimah Al Shams didn’t believe what she had seen.
She quickly stopped it, rewound it, and replayed the scene – pausing on the picture of the two.
“YOU, -A-BITCH,” she yelled, hurling the half full can of soda at the television screen.
It was I…I was screwing Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad.
Al Fātimah Al Shams put her face in her hands, weeping,
“Damn you…Damn you. How could you?” After a few minutes, she got her emotions under control, but not her anger, anger at me and at Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad.
Allah, how Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad preached Al Fātimah Al Shams never to surrender to Durgesh obsession almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady was suffering from today shamelessly.
She restarted the video and watched the remaining 15 minutes or so of me and Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad sucking and fucking each other.
Her anger peaked when she noted that the last scene was dated last Thursday night when she was at the women’s country club meeting – the one Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad didn’t make.
Al Fātimah Al Shams turned the video off, picked up the phone, and punched in the number for the hotel that Ålī had left by the phone.
“Good afternoon, this is the Washington Ambassador Hotel. How can I help you?”
Keeping her voice under control, Al Fātimah Al Shams replied, “Ms Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s room please.”
If she was there, she would have her own room.
The operator said just a moment and Al Fātimah Al Shams heard the connection and then the ring, once, twice, and on the third ring she heard Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad’s voice say,
“Hello.” Al Fātimah Al Shams slammed the phone down so hard a large chunk of plastic went flying across the room – she’d broken the handset. “Atlanta…like hell,” thought Al Fātimah Al Shams. “She’s there with Durgesh again – in Washington.”
How foolish Al Fātimah Al Shams was.
She believed on Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad so blindly that she executed her every word Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad preached her.
Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad told her never to betray Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad herself was doing it, entirely unashamed of herself.
“I’ll take my ass to the cleaners,” Al Fātimah Al Shams fumed. “Ten years….married ten years and that bastard Ålī does nothing. I’ll make him pay for this…pay until it hurts.” Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door chimes. “Who the hell could that be on Sunday,” muttered Al Fātimah Al Shams to herself.
Opening the door, Al Fātimah Al Shams saw it was myself, she had invited in her fuming wrath.
“Hi Durgesh, what’s the matter?”
“Oh I….don’t you remember…You called yesterday. You said it would be okay to do something today.”
“Oh Hell!” exclaimed Al Fātimah Al Shams.
Noticing the surprised look on my face, Al Fātimah Al Shams realized what she had said.
“I’m sorry, Durgesh…..I just forgot. Excuse my language…please, I’m a little upset. I didn’t mean to bark at you.”
“I could come..”
“No…No, go ahead and do it today. I’m not bothered by that….I just had something else on my mind.”
“Thanks Al Fātimah Al Shams. I’m sorry I didn’t get by yesterday, but I was running real late. It’ll only take about an hour and I’ll be out of here.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams stood at the plate glass door to the den and watched me.
She was still seething with anger, when a thought suddenly occurred to her.
She smiled and whispered to herself, “What’s that old saying, ‘Don’t get mad, get even,’ and she chuckled.
“It would serve Ålī right,” she said aloud. She turned and almost ran up the stairs, unbuttoning her blouse as she went.
She looked at herself in the mirror.
She had put on the skimpiest bikini she had – the one that she never wore in public, only for Ålī.
The bra just barely covered her nipples and their aureoles; the bottom was a thong and the small patch of material in the front let her dark pubic hair stick out on all sides.
“Damn, I’m getting turned on just thinking about this,” she thought as felt the moistness in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “Allah, God, what if I try this and he doesn’t want me? I’m 31. I must be 34 years younger than Durgesh is.”
She looked at her image critically, 5’6″, 117 pounds, 34-27-35.
A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān brunette with reddish highlights to her short hair who had always wished her tits were bigger.
She cupped her Musalmān breasts in her hands.
They were still a handful, with very long, very sensitive nipples that she could feel rubbing against the bra material.
As she walked out to the pool she thought, “I’ve never even been with another man – Allah, I was virgin when I met Ålī.”
I was down at the other end of the pool as Al Fātimah Al Shams called out to me,
“Hey Durgesh. Take a break….I brought you a juice. It’s hot out here.” She put the juice down and stretched out on the double lounge chair, the one for two people.
She watched me walk toward her.
She could see me eyeing her outfit and thought there was a bulge beginning to show in my shorts.
“This may be easier than I expected,” she whispered softly to herself.
I sat down in a deck chair beside her and Al Fātimah Al Shams and I chatted for a while.
She was watching me when she rolled over on her stomach, exposing her naked glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt with the thong running up between the cheeks of her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Then, when she unfastened her bra strap, the Hindu bulge in my shorts definitely got larger.
Al Fātimah Al Shams picked up the lotion and held it out to me,
“Durgesh, would you rub some lotion on me – I don’t want to burn.”
“Uh….yeah….sure, Al Fātimah Al Shams,” I smiled as I got up and sat down on the side of the lounge chair..
As I rubbed the lotion on her back, Al Fātimah Al Shams said,
“Call me Al Fātimah Al Shams, let’s be friends now, for a change.” Reaching back Al Fātimah Al Shams patted the left cheek of her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, “Put a lot of lotion on these…they don’t get a lot of sun.”
She heard a cunning okay then felt my hands massaging her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, rubbing the lotion in.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy felt like it was flooding with heat and moisture, she must be soaking the front of her bikini.
“Oh Durgesh, that feels so good, I’ll let you do the front too,” Al Fātimah Al Shams said softly as Al Fātimah Al Shams rolled over on her back letting her bra fall away from her tits.
I was sitting on the side of the lounge chair next to her hip, facing her.
Al Fātimah Al Shams placed one arm on my thigh letting her hand drop casually to the inner side of my leg, her finger tips lightly stroking me…
The Hindu bulge in my shorts was large, clearly visible, and had to be uncomfortable.
“Allah, God,” thought Al Fātimah Al Shams, “I’m torturing the Hindu old man. I feel like a treacherous Musalmān houselady.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams set up, her bra falling away to the ground.
Al Fātimah Al Shams slid her hand up my thigh and into the leg of my shorts.
“You must be uncomfortable with this big thing trying to get out,” Al Fātimah Al Shams said softly as her fingertips stroked my Hindu balls and the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock. “No one can see us….there’s nobody home next door….take off your shorts. I want to see you….look at you.” Allah, God, she had never behaved like this before.
She felt a sexual excitement, an aching in her loins and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, that she had never experienced before.
“Oh….Al Fātimah Al Shams….”
“Al Fātimah Al Shams….it’s Al Fātimah Al Shams,” Al Fātimah Al Shams whispered as Al Fātimah Al Shams watched me jump up sophisticatedly and strip off my clothes.
When my Uncut Hindu Prick sprang free of my briefs, Al Fātimah Al Shams took a deep breath as Al Fātimah Al Shams gazed at it.
Her first thought was,
“Damn, he’s big…much bigger than Ålī….I wonder how something that big will feel in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams reached out, grasped my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hand and gently pulled me toward her, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She kissed the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick letting her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue probe at the slit in its head and then slide all around the Hindu crown.
Al Fātimah Al Shams slipped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over the large Hindu head, swirling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue around its crown as it entered her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy responding and aching for attention.
Letting my Uncut Hindu Prick slip from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, she quickly removed her bikini bottom and lay back, spreading her legs.
“Oh Durgesh, put that stunning Uncut Hindu Prick where it belongs…I want it in me.”
As I crawled between her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs, Al Fātimah Al Shams reached down, gripped my Uncut Hindu Prick, and began rubbing its head up and down between her swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, coating it with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī sacred Musalmān juices.
Just as Al Fātimah Al Shams completed an upward stoke brushing her throbbing Musalmān clit, she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick jerk in her hand and heard me moan.
Al Fātimah Al Shams got my Uncut Hindu Prick back down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Al Fātimah Al Shams rubbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick against her swollen Musalmān clit, milking my throbbing Uncut Hindu Prick with her hand – she let me pump my warm, hot Hindu cum ultimately over her clit and the outside of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Al Fātimah Al Shams pulled me down on her and kissed me.
“Honey, it isn’t your fault.” Al Fātimah Al Shams chuckled, “It’s my fault…I’ve been acting like an Uncut Hindu Prick-teaser Musalmān Beauty ever since I came out here.”
Using two fingers Al Fātimah Al Shams scooped my Hindu cum off her Musalmān Cunt and licked it off her fingers while Al Fātimah Al Shams watched my eyes.
“Besides, we’ve got all afternoon. I’m not going let you leave until you’ve fucked me with that big Uncut Hindu Prick of yours….maybe more than once even.”
Still holding my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hand, she hugged me with one arm and kissed me running her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue deep into my Hindu male mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Al Fātimah Al Shams whispered,
“Amazing! You’re still hard…just as hard as before.”
“Yeah, when I’m real excited, I’ll cum like that…real quick. Then I’m okay.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams chuckled,
“Then let’s put that thing where it belongs to.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams rubbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick on her cum soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, slipping it between her swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, feeling its large head enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Allah! Oh God….Durgesh, how big is that thing?” she moaned as I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick deep into her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Fātimah Al Shams clutched my ass pulling me against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, grinding her hips against me, trying to get my Uncut Hindu Prick even deeper into her as she felt the spasms start deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“OHhhhh…..I’m going to cum. Allah! OH GOD….I’m cumming…..I’m cumming.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick as deepest into her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as I could.
I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gripping my Uncut Hindu Prick as her orgasm swept through her body.
I paused holding myself in her.
“No…No, don’t stop,” begged Al Fātimah Al Shams. “It feels too good.” She laughed, gasping for her breath, “I guess I was a little excited too.” She hugged me, “But don’t stop. Fuck me….fuck me anyway you want to…make me cum again, Durgesh, please.”
She kissed me running her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue deep into my mouth, thrusting it against my tongue.
I lengthened my ever powerful Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I was withdrawing to the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick and then driving my Uncut Hindu Prick back down into the very depths of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She had never felt anything go that deep or stretch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy so wide.
“Allah! My God,” she thought, “it never felt like this with Ålī, never.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams wrapped her legs around my thighs opening her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even wider to my Hindu thrusts.
Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit being ground against the base of my Uncut Hindu Prick as it rammed deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She began to thrust her hips up to meet my downward Hindu thrusts, wanting me…that stunning big Uncut Hindu Prick…even more than before. “OHhh…that’s it…..fuck me….Fuck me hard. Oh Durgesh, go deep….all the way…as fast….as hard as you can.”
I increased the tempo of my thrusts and after a long session of almost six hours nonstop wild fucking moaned loudly, “I can’t hold it now anymore …can’t….I’m going to cum.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams tightened her legs around me and gripped my ass cheeks in her hands pulling me against her, grinding her hips into mine.
Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel her fingernails sinking into the flesh of my ass but Al Fātimah Al Shams couldn’t help it.
Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel the tension building in her body, then, just as my Uncut Hindu Prick erupted in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy pumping my Hindu cum deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, she felt the spasms in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Al Fātimah Al Shams climaxed, the release her body and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had been aching for.
I had paused, my Uncut Hindu Prick buried in her as I flooded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my Hindu cum.
Al Fātimah Al Shams hugged me to her as Al Fātimah Al Shams and I lay there, not saying anything, recovering – Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel my Uncut Hindu Prick, still hard, buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
After a few minutes, I resumed the long slow strokes into her my Hindu cum filled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel – I was still hard, just hard as before!
Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel, even hear, my cum and her juices being squeezed out of her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy by my large Uncut Hindu Prick, running down the sides of her thighs and down the crack of her glorious glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
After a few minutes of the slow steady stroking of my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I picked up the pace once again, and began to drive my Uncut Hindu Prick into her faster and faster.
When I pushed deep into her, grinding the base of my Uncut Hindu Prick against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, pressing it against her Musalmān clit, it triggered a new wave of sensations in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Al Fātimah Al Shams gripped me in her arms and moaned loudly,
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! OHhhhh GOD, OOhhh, I’m cummmiiinng…..cummminnng!!!”
I kept grinding my Uncut Hindu Prick against her and Al Fātimah Al Shams felt her body shudder as another, even more powerful, orgasm welled up from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! OH DAMN….OH DURGESH….I”M CUMMMING, CUMMING AGAIN!!!”
I collapsed onto her and lay there, breathing heavily, my Uncut Hindu Prick, still hard, slipping from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Our sweaty bodies melted together.
Al Fātimah Al Shams, gasping for breath, whispered,
“Oh Durgesh…Durgesh, I always thought those stories….stories about multiple orgasms were just that – stories. Allah …I didn’t know I could cum like that.”
She took a deep breath, still trying to catch her breath and come down from her sexual high.
She hugged me tightly,
“I’m going to have let you fuck me more than often – it needs it….I need it.”
I laughed and rolled from between her legs.
I leaned over her and kissed her gently.
“I didn’t get finished today. I think I need to come back sometime tonight even, maybe every day?”
Al Fātimah Al Shams pulled me to her and kissed me, running her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue deep into my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, Al Fātimah Al Shams smiled at me,
“I think that’s an excellent idea.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams rolled her body into mine and draped her leg over my legs.
Al Fātimah Al Shams could feel my still hard Uncut Hindu Prick resting against her wet, cum matted pubic hair.
Her mons ached slightly from the pounding it had received, but it was a good, satisfying ache of fulfillment.
“Just hold me right now….hold me tight. I feel so damn good I don’t even want to move.”
“Okay, we’ll just rest a few minutes. I don’t have to go anywhere….we have all afternoon.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams buried her face against my neck and kissed it.
As she kissed my neck, teasing me with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue, she thought, “Whoever came up with that saying ‘Don’t get mad, get even’ certainly knew what Al Fātimah Al Shams and I were talking about – getting even was a lot more fun and more satisfying.
Al Fātimah Al Shams wouldn’t divorce the bastard Ålī- she’d just keep on getting even.
Now, all she had to do was think up some way to get even with Al Åāyeshah Al Muħammad.”
Al Fātimah Al Shams smiled to herself as she thought about it,
“I’ll think of something – something really good.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Wājid raised her eyebrows.
“There is no real cause for jealousy,” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said sarcastically, “but my Abbū should have, in your opinion, become temporarily insane.”
I had to,
“Let’s get certain facts straight. Your Abbū has been playing a lot of poker at the Paradise Floats, and your Abbū has lost rather heavily?”
“Your Ammī didn’t take kindly to the idea?”
“Wives don’t take kindly to the idea of husbands sitting in poker games and losing money.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid commented dryly.
“Should they?” I smiled.
Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid hesitated somewhat to reply me.
“And,” I continued, “Al Taufīq Al Zāhid was rather conspicuous around the Paradise Floats?”
“They made her conspicuous.” Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid said looking at her Ammī significantly.
“And your Abbū became interested in her?”
“Mr. Mayor, my Abbū loves her. And why the hell shouldn’t he, when my Ammī loves you entirely unashamed of herself?”*
I watched her gravely.
“How do you know your Ammī loves me?” I glanced at Al Saåīdah Al Wājid for a moment while asking Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid.
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid was red faced due to sheer anger.
“The father and daughter both claim that we are afraid of them. That’s why we are keeping our relationship clandestine.”
“I see, what the hell can they do if we really love each other? They are not as resourceful as we are.” I smiled making the joke of the suggestion.
“Al Fahmīdah Al Wājid is an innocent daughter of an innocent poor father.” Al Saåīdah Al Wājid smiled burning, but still keeping her dignity, “She thinks her gambler father is poor. His wife is cheating him clandestinely. He goes to Paradise Floats to forget his dilemma resorting to gambling. He isn’t responsible for the gambling even. He is a poor innocent cheated husband. What’s wrong there if even he loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid? His wife is cheating him after all. You know very well, Mr. Mayor, I’m having an affair with you or not. Yet, she herself admits that her Abbū is gambling and loves Al Taufīq Al Zāhid. They blame either us Musalmān houseladies that are beautiful or our Hindu lovers that we are breaking their otherwise excellent homes. I too, with my sisters, believed it. I imagined the Musalmīn were innocent. How mistaken I was! My efficient Musalmān husband is blaming me now of infidelity only because he wants to gamble and have an affair with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid himself.”
Al Saåīdah Al Wājid inadvertently remembered while she visited Paradise Floats to object to her husband’s entirely irresponsible gambling:
The Paradise Floats was a gambling yacht.
I walked with Al Taufīq Al Zāhid and Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī across.
A man’s voice resisted,
“I’m Muħammad Ħabīb Nizāmuddīn, the police chief here on the yacht, Paradise Floats. What are you folks doing here?”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid gave a little gasp.
“Where’s Muħammad Ůsmān?” I asked the police chief authoritatively.
After all, I was the Mayor of Ved Nagar, the ever richest Multi Zillionaire, the utmost successful Sex Therapist, lifetime chairman of HVSI, an utmost successful writer and human activist.
“Here I am.”
Muħammad Ůsmān pushed his way belligerently forward, his deep set eyes glittering with hostility at me.
My eyes rapidly adjusted to the dim light.
“I’m here representing Al Taufīq Al Zāhid as her attorney. You threw her out of here last night without giving her a chance to get her things. The first thing we want is to get to her locker and get her belongings.”
“All right, all right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “you want to go to the locker. The chief of police is here. He’ll search the locker.”*
I watched him contemptuously.
“Not without a warrant, he won’t.”
“That’s what you think, sir,” the chief said politely, yet firmly, “when your extraordinary beautiful client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, opens that door, I take a look, certainly. Muħammad Ůsmān owns this place. He’s given me permission to search any part of it I want.”
“You are forgetting the law, chief.” I smiled, “the locker is the property of my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.”
“She got a deed to it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked sarcastically.
“Tell your under educated friend, Muħammad Ůsmān, chief, the concerned law,” I admonished the chief of police, “before he does something illegal more in the presence of witnesses. He is tremendously undereducated of the law concerning the business he is running. He has already violated so many clauses, due to his sheer ignorance of the concerned law. Advise him not to violate anymore. It was designated as a place where my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, could store her things.”
“While she was working here.” Muħammad Ůsmān reminded curtly, “She isn’t working here anymore. I want to take a look in there. I want to see what’s in there. I’ll bet you I’ll find some of the money that’s been missing from the cash register.”
“You mean, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān,” I said gravely, “that you are accusing my client, Al Taufīq Al Zāhid, that she would have taken the money from the cash register last night, then gone to her locker, unlocked the locker, opened the door, put the money in there, then closed and locked the door again?”
“Where else would she have put it?” Muħammad Ůsmān asked.
“If she has taken the money,” I said, “have any irrefutable proof that she actually did that?”
“Who else could take the money?”
“The court will tell us, don’t worry. It will find out and you would have to pay for your absolutely unevidenced accusation. You blamed my client, yet you don’t have any proof. It’s a costly misuse of power, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān. Well, nothing to worry there for you, however, if you are willing to pay the cost.”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me scornfully.
Yet, he didn’t say anything orally.
“You don’t have a key to the locker?” I asked.
“Why should I have a key?” Muħammad Ůsmān said.
“You are the owner. You assigned this locker to her, didn’t you?”
“Of course, what’s wrong in it?”
“You had the key in your possession until you gave it to her?”
“You don’t have any duplicate or master key to the locker?”
“Why should have I?”
“Most of the owners do it, don’t they?”
“I don’t know.”
“You don’t believe even in having somewhat general knowledge of the business you are running?”
“I have perfect knowledge of what I think necessary.”
“You don’t think it necessary?”
“You can’t get in this locker?”
“Of course not. I gave your extremely beautiful client the key. She’s got it in her purse, that little purse she keeps down in the front of her sweater. I saw her put it there.”
I couldn’t believe him that he actually didn’t have a duplicate key or any master key.
I knew Muħammad Ůsmān better, didn’t I?
“You have been unable to open her locker?” I watched Muħammad Ůsmān gravely.
“Naturally. How could I get in? She’s got the only key to the locker. Hadn’t she?”
“Then,” I asked curtly, “how did you expect to get her things out and send them to her, as you told her?”
Muħammad Ůsmān looked at me contemptuously.
“Ever hear of any locksmith? You don’t run any entertainment business. Otherwise you should too have known that we use to have a locksmith’s services whenever we face such circumstances.”
“Your general knowledge about me is too poor, Muħammad Ůsmān. HVSI run every entertainment business except that’s harmful to human society. Gambling, wine, smuggling, prostitution etcetera aren’t actually entertainment businesses. They are extremely harmful to the human society. Only the underevolveds, as you, run such so called entertainment businesses.”
The police chief said,
“Don’t talk with him, Muħammad Ůsmān. He’s just trying to get admissions from you, in the presence of competent witnesses. This man never fights masculine. He always fights feminine. He doesn’t have any masculine empire. He has a feminine empire, Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire. Doesn’t he?”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled humiliating the police chief.
“We sympathize with you ever loser folks. I can very well understand your ever desperate jealousy. Nevertheless, you ever loser folks must too understand that it needs a man to establish a feminine empire or sex empire, whatever you want to call it. No bisexual, no gay, can do it ever.”
“And as far as your so called masculine fights are concerned, only the underevolveds, as you, can call them masculine fights. Actually they are Criminal fights, most dangerous ever to human society.” I said curtly.
The police chief and Muħammad Ůsmān only looked at each other, smiling.
“First,” I said, “I’m going to get my client’s things. I’m warning you both, Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān, and the police chief, that any attempt to search her things without a warrant will be considered an illegal invasion of my client’s rights. I’m also demanding an apology from Mr. Muħammad Ůsmān because of remarks he has made suggesting that my client is less than honest. Such an apology will not be accepted as compensation by my client, but we are suggesting that it be made in order to mitigate damages.”
Muħammad Ůsmān started to say something, but the chief of police said,
“Take it easy, Muħammad Ůsmān. Where’s Al Nādir Al Ħaibat?”
“That’s what I want to know,” Muħammad Ůsmān said angrily, “I told my attorney to be here to protect my legal rights as the owner of this yacht, Paradise Floats. An incurable fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties interprets every law in their favor and my attorney isn’t present here, even though he always boasts to protect every masculine right of every male against the ever insane ever incurable Hindu fucker of criminal Musalmān Beauties.”
The door opened.
For a moment the light from the side walk poured in, silhouetting a bodily strong looking individual, as if he was a trained boxer, instead being an attorney at law.
Both Muħammad Ůsmān and his chief of police friend were imprudent enough to hire a bodily competent attorney instead of a mentally competent one.
They still believed in violence more than in the law and intellectual power.
But they were not alone.
Most of the backwards did it.
There were still too many Pseudo Musalmīn that couldn’t understand the supremacy of intellectual power.
They still believed in the supremacy of military power.
That’s why they lost to comparatively more prudent Hindus ever.
Despite their physical political administration on Hindus in India for a long time, they couldn’t get except a small land called Pakistan that too was divided into two separate autonomous sovereign countries soon.
The door closed and the silhouette resolved itself into a man of around thirty seven with dark rimmed spectacles, a toothy grin and hard, appraising eyes.
“This,” Muħammad Ůsmān announced acidly, “is Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, my attorney.”
He turned to him,
“Al Nādir Al Ħaibat, Mr. Mayor is here representing once more one more criminal Musalmān Beauty. He says…”
“Glad to meet you, Mr. Mayor.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat stretched his hand, “Sorry, due to traffic problems I couldn’t reach here earlier to welcome you.”
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat’s fingers closed around my hand.
“All right, never mind the diplomacy.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “Mr. Mayor is not here in his official capacity. He is here as an attorney representing this woman who’s trying to blackmail me and―”
“Easy, Muħammad Ůsmān, easy,” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat warned, “Take it easy, will you?”*
Muħammad Ůsmān said curtly,
“What do you mean, ‘take it easy’? I’m telling you.”
“Your antagonist isn’t an ordinary man.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat said scornfully, “He is a world famous man for breaking countless Musalmān homes, yet he has miraculously managed most of the persons believe successfully that he isn’t a home breaker. He is a Messiah of Musalmān houseladies instead that’s rescuing Musalmān houseladies from their tyrant husbands and criminal house persons. He is being praised and respected immensely for it, instead of being condemned.”
“So what?” Muħammad Ůsmān said scornfully too, “With the infinite money he has, and still pouring in incredibly, anyone can manage the media praising him despite his tremendous shortcomings and wickedness even. Moreover he hasn’t even to bribe the media even. He himself owns most of the media, law firms etcetera. Most of the governments everywhere are immensely indebted and obliged to him for their own survival. They can’t act against him ever. He is the ever shrewdest person I’ve ever encountered in my life.”
“Thank you, gentlemen,”
“Don’t mention it,” Muħammad Ůsmān said sarcastically.
Al Nādir Al Ħaibat opened his mouth to say something, but Muħammad Ůsmān raised his hand to stop him,
“He’s representing a broad that’s trying to blackmail me. As always happens every criminal Musalmān houselady that’s extraordinary beautiful reaches him, lets him fuck her as much as he wants to, and he comes to rescue her posing himself as a messiah of unjustifiably accused Musalmān houseladies. I would never allow to let them play this dirty game to me even. She claims I accused her of being dishonest.”
“Oh, Muħammad Ůsmān would never do that.” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled dignified.
Then he turned to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, bowed to her, and swung around to face Al Taufīq Al Zāhid,
“Well, well,” he said, “It’s the cigar and cigarette girl.”
“That’s the one,” Muħammad Ůsmān said contemptuously, “she told me that she’d won a bathing beauty contest that included a trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry, a screen test and a certain amount of resulting publicity.”
“A screen test?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat acted surprised incredulously.
“That’s what she said to me,” Muħammad Ůsmān acted paternal somewhat, “I never believed her. She was extremely beautiful alright, but it takes more than mere immense beauty to be an actress. I thought she dreamed of becoming an actress without knowing anything worthwhile about it. I got sympathetic, naturally.”
“Naturally,” I smiled sarcastically, “how nice of you,”
“She told me it was part of the publicity.” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “She told me she never heard anything from it again. She even said she even doubted sometimes if there was film in the camera.”
“The trip to Ved Nagar Film Industry?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat urged Muħammad Ůsmān.
“She said that was real. She had to wait to travel when the plane had some extra seats. It was nice however, she said, while it lasted.”
“When did it quit lasting?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat smiled sarcastically.
“About six months ago, she said.”
“And she’d been doing?”
“Various things, she said.”
“The last was being employed as a cigarette girl and novelty singer at your Entertainment Yacht?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“That’s right,” Muħammad Ůsmān said, “five months ago she got a job with me. I’ve a little night club here on the yacht with a room in back where there are legalized games, you know.”
“And her employment terminated when?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked.
“Last night, and very abruptly.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid answered curtly, instead of Muħammad Ůsmān.
“What happened?” Al Nādir Al Ħaibat asked feigning sympathy, dignity and impartiality.
“Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim were―”
“Go ahead,” Muħammad Ůsmān encouraged her sarcastically, “let’s hear your story that either you manufactured to get Mr. Mayor sympathetic with you or he did to fuck you.”*
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid laughed sarcastically.
“Durgesh never needs to manufacture any story to enjoy any Musalmān Beauty or any beautiful Musalmān houselady. Despite your desperate frantic efforts to prove otherwise, none of you bloody liars could ever prove Durgesh wrong, not even a single time. The ever persistent ever unstoppable ever overpowering expansion of Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire is itself a proof that Durgesh is always right. He hasn’t broken even a single Musalmān home anywhere. If the concerned Musalmān home was ever broken it was always broken by either the concerned Musalmān houselady because she never wanted to continue her homely responsibilities anymore, or her husband himself wanted to split away for his own hidden reasons. That’s why Durgesh was accused to break Musalmān homes countless times, yet it couldn’t be proven ever.”
“Very commendable opening speech,” Muħammad Ůsmān laughed sarcastically, “I congratulate the script writer. Mr. Mayor is always a successful writer. Let’s hear the rest of it.”
Al Taufīq Al Zāhid watched Muħammad Ůsmān contemptuously and continued, confidently.
“Muħammad Ůsmān and Muħammad bin Qāsim both wanted me to do some crooked work. They wanted me to look at the hands of a sucker and signal what he was holding.”
Muħammad Ůsmān indignantly tried to contradict her, but Al Nādir Al Haibat stopped him raising his hand once again.
“And you did?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked Al Taufīq Al Zāhid.
“I did not.” Al Taufīq Al Zāhid said irritably.
“So, what happened?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning courtesy.
“I should have known better. I failed to act prudent enough to protect my own interests. Muħammad Ůsmān was dangerous. I forgot that he has a terrific temper and he was furious. Suddenly, without any ultimatum, Muħammad Ůsmān took a long breath and smiled that oily and suave breath of his. He told me it was all right, he would handle the game without my help.”
“And he did?”
“I don’t know. I didn’t last long enough to find out.”
“Muħammad Ůsmān told me the cashier had become ill and had to leave. I was to take over the cash register and let some of my singing numbers go. Well, there was a hundred and twenty dollar shortage.”
“While you were in charge?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked gravely.
“A real shortage or―”
“A real shortage. The cash simply didn’t balance.”
“You admit it?”
“Of course, I admit it. I don’t want to blame anyone falsely.”
“What happened to it in your opinion, if you haven’t done it?” Al Nādir Al Haibat asked feigning impartiality.
“Frankly, I don’t know. I think Muħammad Ůsmān did a little sleight of hand on me when he inventoried the cash with me at the time I took over. Muħammad Ůsmān is very swift and very clever with his hands. He can deal from the bottom of the deck or deal seconds, and it’s almost impossible to catch him at it. I think that when he counted the cash in the cash register with me at the time I took over, he used his sleight of hand. All I know is that when I came to balance up, there was the shortage.”
“Who found it?”
“I found it.”
“And what did you do?”
“I communicated immediately with Muħammad Ůsmān. I told one of the waitresses to tell him. He was in this game.”
“And what happened?”
“Muħammad Ůsmān fired me. I had about a hundred dollars coming in back wages. Muħammad Ůsmān handed me forty dollars and told me that was enough to get out of there and if I wasn’t out within twenty four hours, Muħammad Ůsmān would have a warrant issued for me. He called me a thief and everything else in the―”
“Quite a few people in the place could hear Muħammad Ůsmān. He wasn’t particularly quiet about it.”
“Know any of their names?”
“A couple. Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was there.”
“Who is she?”
“One of the girls who does all around work. Sometimes she acts as attendant in the powder room, sometimes she’s a hat check girl. Sometimes she works in the motel office.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Midterm 2012 Volume 4
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 3
Ved Nagar Volume 2
On a quiet road heading out of town I had stopped suddenly as a cat ran across in front of me.
As I did I felt a bump and quickly realized someone had hit me from behind.
Without a thought I pulled over to the side of the road and leapt from the car in something of a rage to inspect the damage.
As I went to the back of the car I noticed the other car had stopped and as the door swung open a rather attractive young woman stepped out in a bit of a panic.
“Allah! Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” Al Quddūs Al Nisār shrieked. “I…I don’t know what happened, one minute you…..”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā ! What have you done,” said I furiously butting in on her attempted explanation.
Al Quddūs Al Nisār was clearly in a bit of a state.
I quickly realized it had to be because the car Al Quddūs Al Nisār had hit was my car.
I was about to calm her fears and tell her it was alright when my words were suddenly taken away by the sight of her womanly curves.
Standing I found it hard to concentrate on what Al Quddūs Al Nisār was saying.
As I tried to focus on her face rather than her body I couldn’t help but take the occasional quick glance down at her rather impressive chest.
For a moment I pretended to be completely tongue tied and just let her continue with her explanation and apology.
I never felt awkward and uncomfortable around women because they almost always looked down at me with seduction.
I had the undivided attention of a gorgeous young woman and wanted to make the most of it.
Pretending to be concerned about the damage to my car I walked around the back and took a closer look.
I just rubbed my chin and muttered,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. Oh, dear.”
The concerned young woman came to have a look too, her perfume filling the air around me.
Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity like this, I stepped back just behind her to get a crafty look at her glorious rear as she bent over to see how bad it was.
My eyes widened at the glorious sight of her generously proportioned cheeks stretching the tight black leggings.
From the lack of any visible panty line I knew this gorgeous white skinned veiled yet unveiled Musalmān woman had to be wearing some sort of thong and I could instantly feel my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to swell.
Turning back to again explaining how sorry Al Quddūs Al Nisār was, I reached out and touched her arm with my hand in a sort of comforting gesture.
“Oh don’t worry,” I said enjoying the immense feeling of power, “I can just ignore it and forget.”
“Oh thank you, I don’t know what to say, thank you so much!”
In an instant and before I could realize what was happening she threw her arms around me and gave me a huge hug.
It took me completely by surprise, the young glorious Musalmān woman was clearly so happy at my kindness that Al Quddūs Al Nisār was overcome with the urge to demonstrate her immense gratitude.
She had uplifted her naqāb of her veil to keep her immensely beautiful face out.
They did it to beautify themselves more than the non-Muslim Beauties, to highlight their extreme beauty.
It lasted a good 10 seconds or so and all I could feel was her bust squashing against my chest.
My already stirring Uncut Hindu Cock now began to really harden.
I instinctively slipped my hands around her to hug her back.
As Al Quddūs Al Nisār enthusiastically continued to blurt out her thanks I couldn’t resist holding her tightly.
I enjoyed the moment very much.
Then, it was either instinct or more likely just seizing this most exciting of experiences, I couldn’t resist moving my hands downwards to rest just below her waist on the slope at the top of her perfectly formed female Musalmān ass.
The smooth tight feel of her leggings was just incredible for me, to most it would have been nothing more than what it was, a simple friendly hug. But for me it was an opportunity to enjoy more close contact than I had had with an extremely attractive female for longer than I cared to remember.
It was a true sexual experience and one that was turning me on greatly.
As the hug came to an end and Al Quddūs Al Nisār began to step back I had to take the chance, I knew I might never get another, and so as casually as I could make it appear I allowed my hands to fall away and “accidentally” touch those two beautifully rounded Musalmān cheeks.
Luckily Al Quddūs Al Nisār said nothing, either Al Quddūs Al Nisār hadn’t noticed or Al Quddūs Al Nisār didn’t mind.
Then, getting back into her car, I was left in stunned silence as I watched her drive away.
I too got back in my car and as I started the engine I just sat there a few minutes recounting what had just happened.
I couldn’t quite believe it, the whole experience would mean nothing to most people, but to me it was just an incredible moment, one that had left me with a serious bulge in my trousers that was going to require attention sooner rather than later!
Al Quddūs Al Nisār had deliberately seduced me, I knew.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab had remarked to me that her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us ravenously whenever Al Jalāl Al Tayyab and I made love to each other.
“We should be more careful in our love making, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab,” I had said gravely.
“Hey, what do you mean?” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab laughed, “I am not afraid of anyone. You can fuck me anywhere you damn please,”
“Sālī, perverted,” I smiled, “I never knew you are too an exhibitionist.”
“Well,” Al Jalāl Al Tayyab said humming, “I have the most wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body everyone is obsessed to watch in nude. Your Uncut Hindu Lund is similarly unique they want to watch penetrating every beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. When they watch us making love to each other, they enjoy double exhibition. Let them get what they are obsessed with to watch. It isn’t harming us, does it?”*
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me scrutinizing.
“I’ve got a right to know, Mr. Durgesh. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab might be your girlfriend of twenty eight years old, but she is my would-be wife. I refuse to let her being blackmailed. I want to know further what your extraordinary unique prudence propose to do about it.”
I digested the information.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never told me that she was being blackmailed.
It was a new information to me.
I acted as if it wasn’t any news to me.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had already told me it.
“I see. So, you too know about it? She shared the information with you too.”
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb watched me gravely.
“She is being married to me. What do you think, she’d tell it to her boyfriend of sixty four years, but not to her would be husband even? You can provide her sex and money only. I can provide her respect and honor in the society, if not even as much sex and as much money as you can.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled.
She was lying on her back now.
“You are invited in the yacht?”
“I wasn’t.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said somewhat curtly, “Your Hindu lover, Durgesh, invites our extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies only to fuck them, not their would be husbands.”
“Then how the hell you managed to get on the yacht?”
“Despite the security, you mean?” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb smiled ironically.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb wasn’t born yesterday, sister.” He said proudly, “I have my own means to approaches.”
“Who else does know Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is being blackmailed?” I asked curtly.
“I don’t know.”
“I see. I asked you to come in because I could not rule out the possibility that you might need my guidance in some legal, political, social, psychological or some another matter. If you don’t, I’m sorry to take your leave, Mr. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb. I’m too busy to give you any more time. Will you please excuse me now?”
“I want to retain you to protect my would be wife, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that’s your girlfriend too for past ten long years, from whoever the person blackmailing her.” Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb exploded his bombshell.*
Over the next few days I couldn’t get what had happened between Al Quddūs Al Nisār and me, out of my mind.
The more I thought about it the more I came to realize I could fairly easily get Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
She was deliberately seducing me.
As the days went by I just kept on coming up with more and more imaginative ways that I could satisfy my growing need for her female contact.
Soon I came to the decision that I would prepare myself in case an opportunity arose again.
I could see that even the loveliest Musalmān houseladies were nervous of me and it was something that I knew I had the courage to exploit even, if I wanted to.
Then an opportunity arose I saw Al Quddūs Al Nisār come out of a shop and hop into her little sports car.
Al Quddūs Al Nisār caught my eye instantly in her tight black business skirt white blouse and black jacket. She must have been as if in her early twenties and with her long dark wavy brown hair and incredibly sexy figure it would have been hard not to notice her.
It was a look I loved, the sexy submissive look, her skirt came to just above the knee giving a good display of her legs sheathed in sheer black nylon and although her jacket was buttoned up I could tell Al Quddūs Al Nisār was hiding an impressive bust.
In rather a cheeky move Al Quddūs Al Nisār pulled out in her car and joined the queue as close to the front as Al Quddūs Al Nisār could. Obviously a cute smile at some sad guy was going to get her in without any bother.
As they all moved off I kept her in my sights. I knew I had some spare time as I was dropping the car off.*
I didn’t tell him I was already retained by Al Hilāl Al Tayyab herself.
Why the hell should have I?
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, not my twenty eight years old girlfriend for past ten long years now, but Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb’s would be wife instead, had retained me only to help her in getting married with Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb without losing her inheritance.
I had to protect her inheritance rights only from her ever shrewdest youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb was offering me an absolutely new case.
I had to protect her from someone who was blackmailing her.
It was an entirely different case.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab wasn’t anymore my as loyal a girlfriend as she was until now.
She was more loyal to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement now instead.
Then why the hell should I offer her my services on charity?
If her would be husband was himself ready to pay me for them, why should I pay the detectives and other incidental expenses from my own pocket?
If Al Hilāl Al Tayyab preferred Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement and Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb more on me, why could not I too treat her on the same ground?
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī closed the door gently, after Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb left us, quite satisfied that I didn’t refuse to take the case he had come to offer me.
I was fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī now on her nude back gravely.
She was herself enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund into her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her husband could never give her this much pleasure.
Neither could he guide her in her legal problems.
Durgesh was necessary now for Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī more than her own husband even.
After a few moments, I took out the computer printed paper containing the copy of the clause in the will of Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, setting forth the terms of the trust to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
I was still fucking Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī on her back, and still studying the computer printed document when Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb opened the door once more.
“Miss Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,” she said.
I looked at Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb speculatively for a moment, then beckoned to her.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb interpreted the gesture, and stepped fully into the stateroom, pulling the door close behind her.
I filled Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my abundant Hindu semen.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled and kissed her gratitude to me.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her twat.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī descended from the bed and Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb took her place undressing herself.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī vanished into the bathroom.
“Did Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb go out of the office as soon as he left here, Jamīlah?” I asked her.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb kissed my Uncut Hindu Lund, licked and said,
“Yes, in his costly Mercedes. He was quite confident now while he was almost in a panic when he came here.”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her lovely mouth and started sucking it passionately.
“And Al Hilāl Al Tayyab just came in?”
“Any chances they met in the elevator?”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb positioned my Uncut Hindu Lund between her pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips, and pursed her lips thoughtfully.
“They might have, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties,” she said, “but I don’t think they did.”
I smiled triumphantly.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb never understood.
It wasn’t because Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was imprudent.
No imprudent girl could get Durgesh’s respect and love both as Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was getting.
But I was too deep to understand optimum for Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī understood Durgesh more.
Nevertheless, she too found Durgesh too deep to be understood completely.
Durgesh’s De facto Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, was now the closest one to Durgesh.
Yet, even she could not understand Durgesh was using her deliberately with her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, as Imām Muħammad Ħasan disclosed to her in the seminar.
“Tell me, Jamīlah,” I entered Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb, “how does Al Hilāl Al Tayyab seem? Excited?”
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb put her beautiful nude legs on my shoulders.
“No.” she replied, “cold as a cucumber, and she is trying to look her best when she comes in. She took out her compact and is making her face all pretty. She has got her hair arranged just so.”
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī came out of bathroom.
“Alright, bring Al Hilāl Al Tayyab in, Al Hudā,” I said.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī opened the door.
“Come in, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab,” she said.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked into the room.
Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb was in the room with me.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī knew she had to replace her as a receptionist until Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb isn’t free to resume her duties.
She slipped out of the door, and noiselessly closed it behind her.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me on my lips.
I returned her kiss cordially.
“Sit down,” I said lovingly.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked to a leather chair, sat down, crossed her knees and regarded me from limpid black eyes in wordless interrogation.
“An Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb called on me a few moments ago,” I said fucking Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb vigorously, “and insisted on my telling him whether or not you had been here.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is an impulsive nuisance,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely. “I’m sorry that he disturbed you.”
“Never mind.” I smiled, “He had come to me to retain me himself professionally on some another matter.”
“Allah, not concerning me?”
I regarded her thoughtfully.
“That is a privileged communication and you know me for past ten years better that as soon as I tell you that, it would end to remain a privileged communication legally.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I’d forgotten it.”
“Did you tell him you were going here to consult me professionally?”
“I mentioned something like that to him. Did you tell him I’ve retained you professionally?”
“Certainly not. I advised him to get in touch with you if he wanted to ask any questions about your affairs.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled faintly.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, my would be husband, is submissive to me only. To others he is a very hard boiled man. I bet you he hadn’t appreciated your talking to him like that.”
“He didn’t.” I watched her gravely.
“I’ll see him,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “and tell him.”
I kept watching her scrutinizing.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb said that you were being blackmailed.”
For just a fraction of a second there was a look of startled terror in the eyes of the twenty eight years old young woman.
Then she regarded me with a placid and impassive face.
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is an impulsive nuisance,” she said once more.
I deliberately waited for Al Hilāl Al Tayyab to tell me more if she wished to take advantage of the opportunity, but Al Hilāl Al Tayyab didn’t do that deliberately.
Instead, she sat calmly placid, waiting for me to provide the information she had retained me professionally to get.
She wasn’t my girlfriend of past ten long years anymore now.
She was acting deliberately as if she was only a client to me.
I wasn’t a man she had enjoyed the ultimate intimacy with for past ten long years.
I was only her attorney now.
I had to accept the relationship between us now she was so deliberately, so determinedly, implying, if I didn’t want to be humiliated.
I accepted the implication.
I hadn’t another option.
I never let anyone to humiliate me.
Why the hell should have I ever?
I turned to the papers I had,
“I have copies of the trust provisions of the will, and the decree of distribution. I also find that there have been annual accounts submitted to the trustees. I’m sorry that I can’t give you much hope, Al Hilāl, as far as the decree of distribution is concerned. The administration of the trust seems to be largely discretionary.
“Even if I should be able to get the provision in regard to marriage set aside, as being in violation of public policy, you would still be confronted with the fact that the distribution of the trust estate remains largely in the discretion of the trustee, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. She may consider your attack upon the will in the light of an interference with the wishes of your Abbū, her brother, and with her authority as trustee.”
“Even if we should win our point in court, your aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, would have it in her discretion to nullify your victory.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab took the blow without flinching.
“That’s what I was afraid of,” she sighed overpowered.
I watched her gravely keeping pounding into Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb vehemently,
“There is another peculiar provision in the trust,” I said, “to the effect that the discretion vested in the trustee is a personal discretion, due to the confidence that your Abbū had in his judgment. The will and the decree of distribution provide that in the event the trust should terminate because of the death, inability or refusal on the part of the trustee to continue to act, that then and in such event, the entire trust fund is to be vested in you unconditionally.”
“Yes.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled sadly, “I know that.”
“There is therefore,” I said, “some possibility that your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, might be placed in a position where she could no longer act to advantage. In other words, you might make some legal attack upon her capacity to act as trustee―perhaps show a commingling of trust funds with her own accounts, or something of that sort. It’s rather sketchy, and I am mentioning it to you simply because it seems to be the only possible plan of campaign open to you.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled at me,
“You know my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, even better than me.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean you yourself know very well, even more than me that my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is meticulously careful, and is so obstinate that no power on earth can swerve her from anything she wants to do or decides that she doesn’t want to do. You have not only enjoyed her sexually, you have trained her too to protect against anything potential to harm her. Now she is entirely self-sufficient.” Her voice was filled with a certain bitterness that colored her tone, though her eyes remained calm.
Watching Al Hilāl Al Tayyab closely, I kept fucking Al Jamīlah Al Wahāb more and more vigorously,
“Do you yourself have any suggestions?”
“Sure,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I think something might be done through my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid.”
“Your Kħālā? Al Saåīdah Al Wājid?”
“Yes, she is surprisingly my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab’s partner too. They are engaged in business together, buying, selling and mortgaging real estate, and buying and selling stocks and bonds. Surprisingly now my Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has more influence today, after you, with my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, than any other living person.”
“And how does your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, feel toward you that you are marrying a gay.”
“Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is not actually a gay. Muħammad is gay, but Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is only a bisexual.”
“I see, my question was how does your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, feel toward you that you are marrying a bisexual?” I asked patiently, curtly somewhat.
“Well, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid Kħālā has changed in this matter drastically. Now, she isn’t as orthodox as she was once. She thinks I have perfect right to marry anyone I damn please,”
“Even a bisexual?”
“Even a bisexual. Durgesh, a bisexual isn’t a gay actually.”
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They had a great few days together – plenty sex, uninhibited by the presence of the kids, but also a lot of ‘normal’ pursuits – shopping, picnics, visits to parts of Philly they hadn’t yet got around to seeing.
Muħammad Åbbās’s actual birthday was on Thursday, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl had arranged a drinks party for all Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s new friends and neighbors, to start early in the afternoon.
At 11.30, she said she thought Muħammad Åbbās should start getting ready – to take a shower, then dress casually.
When Muħammad Åbbās had done that, Al Qamar Al Jalāl said that she would have to dress, ready for Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s ‘guest’.
“Guests!” Muħammad Åbbās corrected her.
She gave Muħammad Åbbās a strange look.
“Guests?” she said. “Muħammad Åbbās, though I said ‘guest’.”
Something inside Muħammad Åbbās quivered and Muħammad Åbbās suddenly felt a little shaky.
Muħammad Åbbās’s heartbeat was irregular and his tongue was suddenly too large for Muħammad Åbbās’s mouth.
The expression on Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s face was strange – Muħammad Åbbās had never seen anything quite like it before.
She looked nervous, as though of an approaching ordeal, but excited – anticipatory, as well.
Suddenly, she stepped forward and took Muħammad Åbbās’s head in both of her hands.
Pulling Muħammad Åbbās down, she gave Muħammad Åbbās a long, deep kiss.
“Muħammad Åbbās, I love you, Muħammad Åbbās,” she said, with all the sincerity at her command. “Just don’t forget that – whatever happens. But now – you’ve got to trust me, and don’t ask questions. OK?”
Muħammad Åbbās didn’t dare think.
Muħammad Åbbās just nodded, and hugged her, tightly.
She clung to Muħammad Åbbās for a few seconds, then stepped back.
“Will you do what I ask – no questions – please?” she asked, her face serious, with ‘that’ look on it, again.
Muħammad Åbbās nodded his agreement.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl explained that she wanted me to get into the regular closet with the louvered doors, opposite Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s bedroom bathroom.
From that vantage point Muħammad Åbbās could see the entire bedroom, including the entrance to the walk-in clothes closet.
She made Muħammad Åbbās promise to not say anything until she asked him to, and to remain in the closet until she asked Muħammad Åbbās to come out.
And she insisted that Muħammad Åbbās keep my eyes open.
She put on the stereo and tuned it to a soft rock station.
Muħammad Åbbās watched her in the bathroom through the louvered doors.
Muħammad Åbbās could see right in.
She put on a white satin garter belt and sheer white thigh-high stockings.
She then put on a pair of her white bikini panties, which emphasised the glorious cleavage of her wonderful Musalmān ass cheeks.
Then a pair of white sling back pumps that raised her magnificent Musalmān ass to a beautifully featured prominence, tightening the muscles, and rounding its incredibly enticing shape.
It was a sight that always gave Muħammad Åbbās an instant hardon and started Muħammad Åbbās thinking about the virgin orifice nestling within. Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī was now huge – painfully erect.
She began applying her eye shadow and then her lipstick.
Muħammad Åbbās watched as the reflection of her beautiful breasts lightly swayed from side to side, in the mirror.
Muħammad Åbbās asked her if she wanted Muħammad Åbbās to get one of Muħammad Åbbās’s favorite brassieres for her to wear but she refused, saying that she’d get it.
“Just please stay in there, and say nothing, Muħammad Åbbās – please,” she said.
Muħammad Åbbās could tell that her tension had gone up several notches – and Muħammad Åbbās’s was practically at breaking-point.
It was then that they heard the sound of a vehicle drawing up, in the drive outside the house.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl stiffened, and her face went a little pale.
She turned back to the mirror.
It was as Muħammad Åbbās heard the back door open that Muħammad Åbbās suddenly realised – it was Thursday – the day Durgesh delivered the things.
Muħammad Åbbās had never heard his voice, but there was no doubt in Muħammad Åbbās’s mind who it was when a male voice called out for Al Qamar Al Jalāl.
She didn’t answer – just sat staring at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
There was a short silence, then Muħammad Åbbās heard footsteps ascending the stairs.
They were slow and steady – clearly someone carrying something.
Muħammad Åbbās watched as Muħammad Åbbās saw me from the ice-cream parlor – Durgesh, as Muħammad Åbbās now knew me to be – enter the bedroom and proceed into the walk-in closet, carrying a basket.
At the same time as I entered the walk-in, Al Qamar Al Jalāl came out of the bathroom, naked from the waist up.
Her hands were by her sides, her excellent Musalmān breasts bouncing gently as she walked.
Muħammad Åbbās’s heart was beating furiously – Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe they couldn’t hear it.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl walked quietly to her mirrored dresser where she kept her lingerie and perfume vials.
The radio music covered her soft footsteps.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl selected a vial with a cruet top on it.
Muħammad Åbbās could see her keeping her eye on the lower corner of the mirror, awaiting My emergence from the walk-in closet.
She saw me starting to come out of the closet – turned, as if she didn’t know I was there – and started to take the top off of the perfume vial.
She ‘saw’ him emerge from the closet and gasped, dropping the cruet top onto the carpet, as if by accident.
A look of horror on her face, she cried out – “Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh, my God! Durgesh! Muħammad Åbbās, I forgot!”
She got down on her hands and knees and looked for the vial top.
I dropped the things I was carrying and started forward to help her, but she quickly found the top and put out a hand for me to help her back to her feet.
Muħammad Åbbās had an erection like nothing he had ever had before in Muħammad Åbbās’s life.
I reached out to give Al Qamar Al Jalāl my hand and arm to grab onto, to help her up.
She took hold of it, and got back to her feet.
As she did so, the sight and nearness of her proved too much for me and I pulled her into my strong Hindu arms.
Beside myself, I began kissing her fiercely, on her neck and shoulders and hair, as she twisted her mouth away from mine, in what, only Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās knew, was feigned resistance.
I was clutching her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass-cheeks, tightly, with one hand, pulling her against me, while my other hand was frantically fondling one of her exposed Musalmān breasts.
Muħammad Åbbās was watching my hand, reflected in the mirror of the dresser, as it squeezed the firm flesh of her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks through the sheer white of her brief panties.
It was only with a superhuman effort of will that Muħammad Åbbās managed not to clutch his jerking cut Musalmān nūnī – Muħammad Åbbās knew one touch would be all it would take to reduce Muħammad Åbbās to a gasping ejaculation.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl was calling, protesting – “No, Durgesh – no – no – no!”
But her cries increasingly lacked conviction, until they slowly ceased and, with an almost imperceptible sigh, her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body relaxed, her beautiful Musalmān arms slid round my Hindu neck, and she began to return my wild kisses.
I no longer had to clutch at her extremely beautiful Musalmān bottom to pull her against me, but my hand stayed there, anyway, exploring the delicious Musalmān contours, encased in the white satin of her panties.
My other hand was now caressing, rather than grabbing, her left Musalmān breast, and Muħammad Åbbās could see my thumb and forefinger stimulating the hard brown nubbin of her nipple.
Muħammad Åbbās knew how much she liked that, and Muħammad Åbbās imagined how she would now be beginning to flood, between her legs.
Then Muħammad Åbbās saw Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s hand slide down and in between them, on to the front of My pants.
Her Musalmān fingers circled around the very obvious Hindu bulge, and she sighed, and leaned back from me, breaking off our kiss.
She looked up into my face.
“All right,” she breathed, softly. “Just this once, Durgesh. I think I owe you that much – but once only. OK? Do you understand?”
I nodded, my face very serious, but working spasmodically, as Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s skilful Musalmān fingers stroked my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund, through my pants.
“OK,” she breathed, assuming control. “Now – let me see what you look like. You’ve seen most of me – now it’s my turn.”
I leaned forward to kick off my shoes and pull off my socks.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl reached for my belt buckle, opened it, and then opened the clasp of my pants and lowered my zipper.
Putting my hand on her shoulder for balance, I sophisticatedly stepped out of my pants smiling, and took off my tee shirt.
I was left in just a pair of white jockey briefs which were tenting massively.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl began to slowly rub the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund outside of my briefs.
“Oh, it’s very big, Durgesh,” she flattered me, her eyes wide, looking down at the shape jutting against the material. “Is it all for me? Do you think I’ll be able to manage it?”
I was panting, my hands all over Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s extremely beautiful Musalmān tits and caressing the cheeks of her curvaceous Musalmān ass.
Then, I slid my right hand around and began to stroke upward into her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot crevice.
Her panties were soaked and Muħammad Åbbās could hear her panting – hard.
“Yes, yessss, oh, oh, yessssssssss” she moaned, and Muħammad Åbbās realised she was starting to have mini-orgasms, standing up, and stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund-filled briefs, then she slid her hand inside my underwear and, at last, felt the bare skin of my Uncut Hindu Lund with her trembling Musalmān fingers.
“Ohhhhhh – take them off, Durgesh,” she gasped. “I want to see it. I want to see your Uncut Hindu Lund. I can’t even get my fingers round it. It’s sooooo thick!”
I pulled my briefs down my long, strong thighs, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl gasped as my Uncut Hindu Lund sprang into view.
Muħammad Åbbās wanted to gasp, too.
I had a real thick one.
Quite longer than Muħammad Åbbās’s, and certainly a lot thicker too.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl said – “Oh, you’re bigger than Muħammad Åbbās, my husband, Durgesh! I don’t know if I’ll manage to take you!”
Muħammad Åbbās knew this was just flattery – and, maybe, just a little bit of humor at Muħammad Åbbās’s expense.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl was beginning to relax, and enjoy herself.
Muħammad Åbbās had been enjoying himself from the Moment she had walked into the bedroom with her lovely naked extremely beautiful Musalmān tits bouncing in front of her, and her gorgeous Musalmān ass – her ‘jelly-ass’, as she called it – jiggling behind.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl reached down and grasped my Uncut Hindu Lund in her small fist, as My fingers, now inside her pulled-aside panties, brought forth a series of little gasps from her as I massaged her Musalmān clit.
Then I pulled her backwards and we fell onto Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s bed, with me underneath.
I was now trying to pull her sheer panties down, moaning like an ever aggressive animal, my thick Hindu rod standing straight up, rearing up above my Hindu, heavy ball-sac.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl was on her knees, over me, and Muħammad Åbbās was looking straight at her panty-covered Musalmān ass.
It had never looked so beautiful.
Muħammad Åbbās watched as My hands dragged her panties over her hips, exposing her cheeks, then I drew them down her thighs.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl took over then, sliding them down her calves and throwing them across the room.
Before she had done so, My hand was burrowing into her black pubic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nest, and Muħammad Åbbās could hear Al Qamar Al Jalāl gasp in exquisite pleasure as my fingers made another contact with her engorged Musalmān clitoris.
Then Muħammad Åbbās saw, first one, then a second, of my questing fingers disappear into the moistened crevice between her parted Musalmān thighs.
As I did so, Al Qamar Al Jalāl let out a strangled gulp of sheer pleasure, and reached down to close her fingers round my wide, thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
My balls, covered with the same black coarse hair as was spread across my tight belly, were hanging low and heavy, and Muħammad Åbbās speculated on the load of Hindu semen soon to be released, and where Al Qamar Al Jalāl would elect to receive it.
The scene before Muħammad Åbbās, Muħammad Åbbās now realised, was becoming fantastic, in the literal sense of the word.
Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it was really happening.
It was as if Muħammad Åbbās had a front-row seat at the most erotic movie of all time, starring Muħammad Åbbās’s own lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Muħammad Åbbās’s cut Musalmān nūnī was still fully hard, but the temptation to touch it had almost gone – Muħammad Åbbās knew Muħammad Åbbās would need all Muħammad Åbbās’s strength later, once Durgesh had been sent on my way and it would be Muħammad Åbbās’s turn.
Then I reached up and rolled Al Qamar Al Jalāl over on to her back.
There was no doubt, now, about the destination of my first ejaculation.
I had made the choice – I wanted Muħammad Åbbās’s lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!
My hands reached down and parted Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s thighs.
Her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot opened up like a flower in front of my eyes – her erect throbbing Musalmān clitoris, her blood-engorged Musalmān labia, and the deep, tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tunnel beyond, glistening with her flowing love moistures.
With a groan of pleasure, she reached between my legs to take hold of my Uncut Hindu Lund again, and guided it into the open, welcoming Musalmān gash between her splayed thighs.
There was no time for more foreplay between us.
We each wanted nothing more than to fuck the other.
And, for the first time, ever, Muħammad Åbbās watched his wonderful Al Qamar Al Jalāl fuck – and be fucked.
She was magnificent in her female Musalmān lust.
She exhorted me to fuck her hard – harder – harder!
She spurred me on by telling how good my big Uncut Hindu Lund was, and how well I used it.
How she was going to come harder, and longer, than she ever had before.
I was a machine out of control.
My hips were moving like a car’s camshaft.
I was setting a speed record of thrusts per second into her welcomingly juicy still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My eyes were rolling up into my head, showing only the whites.
I was in a world of abandoned lust.
It lasted as if for infinity.
Muħammad Åbbās was horrified.
Allah, would I never stop now fucking Muħammad Åbbās’s still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?
We both were wild now.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl had perhaps forgotten she was still Muħammad Åbbās’s wife, not mine.
We were changing countless sex positions one after another.
Muħammad Åbbās had never imagined even many of them.
We went on fucking each other wildly.
To Muħammad Åbbās’s immense surprise, Al Qamar Al Jalāl was fucking me more wildly than even I was fucking her.
Then, ultimately, after as if infinity, with an unworldly strangulated roar, I finally abandoned myself to a juddering climax and, only seconds later, Al Qamar Al Jalāl, too, let out a long strident shriek of pure pleasure, her legs scissoring tightly round my waist as she pulled me into her, as far as I could go.
Our bodies locked together in passion, we became one, lost in our own mutual orgasmic galaxy.
We both seemed to pass out for several minutes and then, we finally began stirring.
I was the first to speak, my hands still roaming over Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s curves and hollows.
I said that I never would have believed it.
I had never made such wonderful love, nor had a beautiful Musalmān houselady as beautiful as Al Qamar Al Jalāl, recently.
I’d wanted to make love to her from the first Moment I’d met her, over three months ago.
She was exquisite.
I admitted that I was fantasizing about fucking her – seeing her naked – touching her.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl told me that she had found herself very attracted to me, from the first, and, on a few occasions, she had been very tempted to make love with me, but that she couldn’t be untrue to Muħammad Åbbās.
She loved Muħammad Åbbās, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s daughters, deeply.
Durgesh and she could have an affair infinitely, but not a marriage ever.
We have that afternoon, and then kiss each other goodnight to meet next day again if we want.
But the afternoon didn’t have to finish right then!
She leaned over and lifted My now still erect, still large and impressive Uncut Hindu Lund, from my thigh.
Dropping her head, she took it into her skilful, tantalising Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, teasing it back to life with her lips and tongue.
As she did so, her fingers gently cupped my testicles and stroked the hardening base of my Uncut Hindu Lund, until a low moaning, deep in my throat, began again.
She moved her head up and down my Hindu shaft, at an ever-increasing pace, fondling my Hindu balls at the same time.
Every so often, as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund thicken, prior to coming, she pulled away and just rubbed my length across her face, sliding it lovingly along first one cheek, then the other, and giving it tiny nibbling Musalmān kisses as it passed across her lips.
In the closet, as Muħammad Åbbās watched her apply this technique, with which Muħammad Åbbās was so familiar, Muħammad Åbbās knew what bitter-sweet agonies of sensation would be pulsing through me, and Muħammad Åbbās fought desperately to retain his very consciousness as he vicariously shared my exquisite torture.
Finally, Al Qamar Al Jalāl relented and swung a leg across me, and mounted me.
With one dexterous movement, she fed my rampant Uncut Hindu Lund into her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and began to ride me.
Like a drowning man, I reached up and clasped her swinging Musalmān breasts – then I clutched at her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt cheeks – then back to her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.
I was making animal noises again, and my head was rolling from side to side, Muħammad Åbbās’s mouth open with immense surprise how the hell long I could fuck his wife.
The sight never left Muħammad Åbbās’s mind.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks rippled with each downward thrust.
They jiggled from side to side to side in a blatant display of sexual wantonness.
Muħammad Åbbās thought he’d come without ever touching himself.
It was out of this world – beauty in motion.
Muħammad Åbbās could never forget it.
It went on to infinity once more.
Were Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Durgesh actually made for each other?
Muħammad Åbbās could not believe it.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Durgesh were perfect.
Muħammad Åbbās was incompetent.
Now, Muħammad Åbbās knew it very well.
Yet, Muħammad Åbbās was still satisfied that Al Qamar Al Jalāl was Muħammad Åbbās’s wife after all.
Let Al Qamar Al Jalāl fuck Durgesh as much as she craved for.
Yet, she was still Muħammad Åbbās’s ever faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Finally, as she felt me thrusting frantically upwards into her deepest Musalmān depths, my breathing turning into one endless choking gasp, Al Qamar Al Jalāl let herself go, and, flinging herself down on top of me, clung to me desperately as she began to shake uncontrollably.
Our mutual climax lasted even longer, this time and, when we were both spent, we lay like dead people, entwined in our spent lust.
At last, I stirred, and Al Qamar Al Jalāl rolled off me, lying, legs splayed, beside me on the bed.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl rolled over onto her stomach. Muħammad Åbbās started to come out of the closet and Al Qamar Al Jalāl asked Muħammad Åbbās to stay there.
She was lying on Al Qamar Al Jalāl and Muħammad Åbbās’s bed, clad only in her satin garter belt, pumps, and stockings with her magnificent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on display.
Muħammad Åbbās came out of the closet.
Muħammad Åbbās looked down at Muħammad Åbbās’s gorgeous, well-fucked by me, lovely extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
Muħammad Åbbās’s mind was in a complete whirl, but Muħammad Åbbās had no regrets. Muħammad Åbbās had never loved Al Qamar Al Jalāl as much as Muħammad Åbbās did at that Moment. Lying on her front, she turned her head and smiled up at Muħammad Åbbās – but not without some trace of apprehension.
“Well?” she asked, taking a long, deep breath, then blowing it out again. “Muħammad Åbbās, I suppose you must have enjoyed that – otherwise, you’d have put a stop to it, wouldn’t you?”
I smiled at both of them.
Muħammad Åbbās thanked me, gratefully indebted.
“Thank you, thank you very much, Durgesh. My wife was crazy to have you inside her. She was fantasizing desperately. I wanted myself to give her what she was desperate for. Thanks for obliging us both.”
I smiled politely, yet sophisticatedly.
“Never mind. Don’t mention it. It was my pleasure, instead.”
“You may enjoy her anytime you damn please, even if I need her then. Just forget me and fuck her.”
“That’s very noble of you.” I smiled.
“From now on, you are her paramount husband even if she is actually legally married to me.”
I smiled my thanks again.
For answer, Muħammad Åbbās slowly stripped off all his clothes and let her look at his rigid erection, standing straight out from his belly.
“That.” Muħammad Åbbās said, “was the best birthday present I’ve ever had – by a million miles, my ever dearest wife!”
Al Qamar Al Jalāl smiled again.
“Oh, no, it wasn’t, my darling. That was a present for me, for your birthday. This is your present – all for you!”
Reaching up beyond her head, she dragged a pillow down the bed and slid it under her stomach.
Then, reaching behind her, she put her hands on the cheeks of her luscious Musalmān bottom, and separated them, slowly.
The seemingly tiny, puckered hole of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was exposed to Muħammad Åbbās’s incredulous gaze.
“Muħammad Åbbās, I think I am really ready for you now, my love,” she said, a little shakily, but with determination. “You know Muħammad Åbbās, I am a virgin there, Muħammad Åbbās, but I am ready to give that up, now – to Durgesh, and only for you. Whatever happens from now on, no-one else will ever have me there. Please do it, Durgesh, for Muħammad Åbbās, now, Muħammad Åbbās – please – Muħammad Åbbās wants it, Durgesh!”
It was the realisation of a dream.
I got on my knees behind her.
Reaching between her legs, Muħammad Åbbās drew his hand along the shiny lips of her swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad Åbbās’s fingers came away liberally coated with slick moisture, which Muħammad Åbbās licked proudly.
Then Muħammad Åbbās leant forward and gently touched my glistening knobhead against her virginal orifice.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s head was down in the pillow, and she had raised her hips up to Meet me.
She didn’t flinch at the first contact, and I pushed forward, gently, experimentally.
Centimetre by centimetre, the tip of Uncut Hindu Lund entered her.
Her opening seemed to expand with each light thrust, just enough to take a little more of my pulsating Hindu erection.
Muħammad Åbbās’s eyes were fixed on her gently quivering cheeks and the incredible sight of the tip of Uncut Hindu Lund slipping in between them.
Muħammad Åbbās put my hands on her cheeks and squeezed them, lovingly.
Muħammad Åbbās heard a muffled sigh of contentment.
The room was totally quiet, the only sound that of distant traffic.
The sunlight streamed in, diluted by the curtained windows.
After a minute, Muħammad Åbbās realised she had taken a full inch of my Uncut Hindu Lund – the head was fully in.
“OK?” Muħammad Åbbās breathed, apprehensively.
“Mmmm,” came the reply.
I pushed a little harder.
Another inch disappeared.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl gasped a little.
“Oh, yes,” she whispered. “Don’t stop!”
Muħammad Åbbās could see her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt cheeks begin to ripple as her still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started to move, tentatively, in what I felt was the first sensation of pleasure.
I pushed again – now I was sliding in, inch by inch, tightly, but comfortably.
It was a sensation unlike anything Muħammad Åbbās had ever experienced before.
Every millimetre of the surface of Uncut Hindu Lund was gripped, gently, and a thousand sensations were running up it, from stem to stern – for, now, I was in, completely!
I was totally inside Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s oh-so-desirable and long-desired Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, my hipbones pressed against the luscious softness of her cheeks, my entire Uncut Hindu Lund inside her virgin Musalmān anal passage.
It was so warm and tight – and so welcoming! I reached forward and grasped her hipbones.
She raised herself up until she was on her knees, her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān butt pressed back against me.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” she said. “Ohhhhhh – if Muħammad Åbbās, I had known it would be like this! It’s like nothing I’ve ever known before. Oh, fuck me now, Durgesh – ride me – ride my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!”
Muħammad Åbbās wasn’t sure, but Muħammad Åbbās thought she was in tears – tears of relief, and joy, that her sacrifice was giving her, as well as me, such sensuous pleasure.
“Oh, fuck my Musalmān ass, Durgesh, please – harder!” she moaned, and I withdrew halfway, then slid in again, then withdrew further, and slid in, harder this time.
Her moans of pleasure intensified, and her hand reached down to fondle her Musalmān clitoris.
I found my rhythm and began to piston in and out of her, my Uncut Hindu Lund gripped by an entirely new, velvety Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān warmth.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl’s gasps increased in intensity, and Muħammad Åbbās felt the upsurge beginning to build, in my own deepest Hindu depths.
It again went on to infinity as if.
Allah! What a man.
What an supreme efficient man Durgesh is, in fucking Musalmān Beauties.
He always fucked them to infinity as if.
That’s why they say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Then, without further warning, I blew!
It was a climax like nothing Muħammad Åbbās had ever experienced before – mind-blowing, cataclysmic.
Al Qamar Al Jalāl followed me quickly, her fingers flying across her clit, her sexy gorgeous glamorous exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass thrust back against me, her vocal abandon even greater than it had been with me, and her ecstatic cries formed the perfect accompaniment to the multi-colored starburst in her brain!
Muħammad Åbbās was in another world!
Happy birthday to Muħammad Åbbās!
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It had all happened so fast, and yet now…now it all seemed so natural.
Why the hell wouldn’t I want to give my own daughter the unique pleasure only Durgesh can bestow on a Musalmān lady, Al Furqān Al Zahīr asked herself as she listened to the two of us grunting out soft, little love-grunts as we furiously fucked.
As her Live in relationship partner, I had always been a loving Hindu man, bring her joy and happiness.
And now, I was sharing that with her lovely Musalmān daughter.
It somehow seemed to be how it should be.
Hindu Man and Musalmān woman, freely and willingly sharing their love for each other…
What’s wrong in it?
Allah, What the hell is wrong in it?
Why the hell Al Furqān Al Zahīr acted so communal, so selfish?
With her own daughter?
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could not believe herself acting so inhumane, so irrational.
Ilāhī Dåūd’s little feet were jerking back and forth in rhythm with the merciless fucking her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was receiving.
Her sensitive nipples were rubbing against my chest sending even more pleasure down to her hot, clutching extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it hungrily devoured the invading Hindu monster sloshing in and out of it at an unbelievable pace.
The bed was rocking and groaning like a boat in a hurricane as Ilāhī Dåūd was rudely jostled back and forth making her big, pendulous Musalmān tits flip and flop about wildly.
Bedsprings creaking, groins wetly slapping, groaning grunts all filled the air around us in celebration of the ashvinātam joining while Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked on with intense fascination.
How long could I last, Al Furqān Al Zahīr giddily wondered?
In our twenty-one years, I had always been able to prolong my own satisfaction until hers was achieved.
But this…this must be so emotionally charged, surely I wouldn’t be able to hold it back for long.
And, although it hadn’t taken long, I had already primed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her own extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I was bouncing up and down on Ilāhī Dåūd like a car with a broken spring, Al Furqān Al Zahīr sickly thought watching my ass heave up and down tirelessly.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could see the muscles in Ilāhī Dåūd’s hips and back tensing, arching her back and slowly lifting it up off the bed as Ilāhī Dåūd fought for the finish.
But I didn’t seem to tire as I mercilessly punished her tight, hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my massive Hindu weapon.
“Bad girl…bad girl… Ilāhī Dåūd’s bad…bad girl,” I panted out as I fucked her with deep, bone-jarring Hindu strokes, filling her to her limit on every Hindu thrust.
“Yes…yesss…yesssss… Ilāhī Dåūd’s bad…bad girl…Durgesh, fuck my bad girl…fuck her and make her come…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned out, clawing at me to coax me on as her feet slashed the air by my head.
But the savage attack continued on incredibly unabated for several more long, passion-filled HOURS, before it came to an abrupt end for Ilāhī Dåūd.
“Durgesh! Durgesh! Durgesh!” Ilāhī Dåūd finally squealed out, her big heavy gorgeous perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks jerking uncontrollably as her whole body strained up against my pounding Hindu assault on her clutching, spasming, convulsing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Jolts of raw electricity tore through extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, wracking it and sending a current of pure, unadulterated pleasure into her brain.
” Ilāhī Dåūd bad…so bad… Ilāhī Dåūd so bad…coming…coming…on My Uncut Hindu Lund!” I wheezed out, my face grimacing in pre-orgasmic anticipation.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had seen that look too many times not to know what was coming!
Then, with a loud, primal grunt, I slammed my Uncut Hindu Lund down into Ilāhī Dåūd as deepest as it would go.
With a mighty jerk, My Uncut Hindu Lund began to spew out it’s venomous load of thick, sperm-filled Hindu semen in hot fiery spurts, deepest inside Ilāhī Dåūd’s sucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Yesssss, Durgesh, Méré Hindu Piyā! The ever efficient Hindu Kħasam of us ever horniest beautiful Musalmān houseladies, yessssssssss,” Ilāhī Dåūd bubbled, sinking her talons into my butt and pulling me down into her even deeper as my Uncut Hindu Lund emptied its potent Hindu load into her waiting Musalmān womb.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr caressed my butt, watching it clench and relax rhythmically as my giant Uncut Hindu Lund ejected its virulent Hindu seed into her daughter’s fertile Musalmān garden…
Finally, gasping to catch my breath, my task completed, I slowly backed my Hindu cum-coated Uncut Hindu Lund back down the cum-filled trench of Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, tight extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr watched on with intense captivation as the wet, glistening Hindu monster slithered out, already beginning to wither and wilt.
It was covered with a thick glaze of juice and cum which was slowly dripping down onto the sheets.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had never seen anything so evil…so malignant…so wicked, but at the same time Al Furqān Al Zahīr found it profoundly exciting.
While I had just defiled Ilāhī Dåūd’s beautiful flower with the Hindu monster, I had also deposited my Hindu seeds of life into her.
It strangely felt as if Al Furqān Al Zahīr and I together were giving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter our Hindu child…*
Easing Ilāhī Dåūd’s long, lovely Musalmān legs down onto the bed, I crawled over them and flopped down between Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd.
I and Ilāhī Dåūd were fighting to catch our breath as Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached over and ran a red-tipped finger down my Hindu cum-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund.
“That was so…so wicked…and exciting,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, leaning over and tenderly kissing me on the cheek. “Watching you fuck my daughter…”
“Um-huh,” I grunted, still trying to catch my breath.
“Did you give my little girl a baby? Did you give her our baby?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whispered, running her fingers over my cheek.
“Um-huh,” I mumbled again, my breathing finally beginning to return to normal.
It took several more Moments for everything to return to some semblance of normalcy before I sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed.
“Your little girl is so bad!” I growled out. “Don’t you think your girl is bad, Al Furqān Al Zahīr?”
“Yes…Yes, Durgesh…My nasty little girl is so, so bad,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr grinned, sitting up and scooting down beside me.
“And what do you think Durgesh should do to your bad little girl, Al Furqān Al Zahīr?” I asked as Al Furqān Al Zahīr put her hand on my thigh and gave it an intimate squeeze.
“Spank her, Durgesh…Durgesh should spank my bad little girl…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr smirked, looking down at my Uncut Hindu Lund that was already showing signs of life again.
“But I have two little bad girls,” I grumbled. “I can’t spank both of them at the same time, can I?”
“No! No, Durgesh, you can’t spank us both at the same time,” Ilāhī Dåūd mischievously grinned. “But Durgesh, you could spank one bad girl and let the other little girl suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund. Suck on it and make it hard so Durgesh could fuck the little girls again.”
“Why Ilāhī Dåūd! That is a very juiced idea,” I grinned, reaching over and caressing one of her dangling Musalmān tits that were still dribbling milk. “And for being such a smart, little girl, Durgesh is going to let Ilāhī Dåūd choose which Ilāhī Dåūd wants to do…First…be spanked or suck on My big Uncut Hindu Lund?”
“Oh, Durgesh, you’re too kind to your little bad girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd cooed, running her hand up to my slowly hardening Uncut Hindu Lund and curling her fist around it. “Of course, Ilāhī Dåūd wants to suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh gives her Ammī a spanking for being such a bad little girl.”
“Well, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, you heard Ilāhī Dåūd,” I said, smiling sternly as I turned to her.
“Huh…what? You mean…me…you spank me?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped out.
This was a totally new experience for her, Al Furqān Al Zahīr groggily thought.
Never in our twenty years of Live in relationship had I ever even mentioned spanking.
She knew that I had spanked Ilāhī Dåūd for discipline and thought that there was more to it than that, but Al Furqān Al Zahīr had thought Ilāhī Dåūd had stopped that ten years ago.
But this was a new revelation.
“Yes, I mean you,” I angrily told her. “You acted like a bad little girl. You let Ilāhī Dåūd eat your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and then you let me fuck you right in front of my recent new young Musalmān wife. What a bad little girl you are!”
Not knowing what to expect, she quickly scooted down beside me and saw that Ilāhī Dåūd was already bent down over my crotch, busily sucking away on my ever hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Now stand up and step around to the other side of My leg,” I ordered her, slowly stroking her gobbling daughter’s long brown hair.
Timidly Al Furqān Al Zahīr stepped around my legs and stopped beside them.
Looking down at me with her big Moon eyes Al Furqān Al Zahīr waited for her next instructions as I grinned and ogled her big, bobbling Musalmān tits.
“Now bend down over My legs…but be careful and don’t disturb little Ilāhī Dåūd who is doing such a fine job of making My Uncut Hindu Lund big and hard again…” I laughed dementedly, impishly.
Putting her arms out Al Furqān Al Zahīr steadied herself holding onto one Hindu leg as she leaned down over us.
With her groin resting against one leg, Al Furqān Al Zahīr eased her big, dangling Musalmān tits down onto my other leg.
As Al Furqān Al Zahīr did it, Al Furqān Al Zahīr could hear Ilāhī Dåūd loudly slurping on my big, juices-coated Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt My Hindu hand on her Musalmān back, holding her pressed her down against my legs.
“Spread your legs,” I told her, pulling her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs apart.
“Oh…don’t hit me there…please,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr pleaded, but still slowly spread her long legs apart.
“Why would I want to hit my little girl there?” I asked as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt me ease my two fingers down into her juice-filled extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“But, but you said spanking,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr complained, feeling me hook my fingers and dig out a big gob of the juice.
“I did…but first the preparation…” I told her, smirking down at her as I began to spread the juicy cream over the smooth, white skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass.
“You have such a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass for a little girl,” I crooned, lovingly running my hands over its smooth Musalmān roundness spreading the slippery juice all over it. “Maybe Durgesh will have some of my little girl’s pretty Musalmān ass later.”
“Yes…yes…Durgesh can have some of the little girl’s pretty Musalmān ass later…if he wants,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, suddenly finding the whole charade erotically exciting for some strange reason.
Spanking or dirty talk for that matter either had never turned her on, but then again I had never even suggested it in the past.
Plus the fact that her daughter was in the middle of it, made it so wildly exciting.
“Ammī has been such a bad, bad girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd childishly pantomimed in baby talk as Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hand lift off her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass. “Ammī needs Durgesh to spank her and make her a juiced little Musalmān girl…”
I brought my hand down on smooth unblemished Musalmān skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass with a loud pop.
“Oh, Durgesh,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr cooed as a tickle of excitement accompanied the stinging slap.
“Will My girl be a juiced girl?” I asked, raising my hand into the air and spanking her a second time.
“Oh…yes…Ammī…My little girl will be a juiced little girl…Ammī will suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund and fuck your big Uncut Hindu Lund and do anything Durgesh wants Ammī…the little girl to do…” Ilāhī Dåūd moaned out grinding her hairy extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against my kness and thrusting her big Musalmān tits against my thigh.
Meanwhile, like a child with an all day sucker Ilāhī Dåūd continued to roughly suck and slurp on My big, jutting Uncut Hindu Lund.
A third, then a fourth, and finally a fifth blow rained down on Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s reddening Musalmān butt.
“Now, can Ammī…the little girl be a juiced little girl?” Ilāhī Dåūd heard me ask her Ammī, signaling the end of her spanking.
“Oh…yes…yes…yes, Ammī…the little girl will be a juiced little girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd gurgled out.
“Juiced…now take Ilāhī Dåūd’s place and suck on my Uncut Hindu Lund while I give Ilāhī Dåūd her punishment…”
Ilāhī Dåūd jerked her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up off my juice-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund as her Ammī quickly scrambled around and dropped her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down onto it.
Moving around Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down over my legs, placing herself in the spanking position.
As Ilāhī Dåūd did Ilāhī Dåūd could feel milk begin to ooze out of her crushed Musalmān tits again.
Looking down Ilāhī Dåūd saw the white streams begin to trickle down my Hindu leg as Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hand press her down against my legs.
Then, without warning, I brought my hand down on her upthrust Musalmān butt delivering it a stinging blow and reddening its perfect skin.
” Ilāhī Dåūd was a bad girl…Bad girl, sucking on My Uncut Hindu Lund right in front of her Ammī,” I muttered. ” Ilāhī Dåūd was so bad!”
“Yes, yes, Durgesh, Ilāhī Dåūd is so bad,” Ilāhī Dåūd baby-talked. “Durgesh needs to give Ilāhī Dåūd a spanking…”
“Yes, I do,” I grunted, bringing my hand down again with more enthusiasm.
They were perverted Musalmān Beauties.
I couldn’t help it now except to give them what they wanted so badly.
I hated spanking them, but it was more than obvious that they didn’t only love it, they were crazy for it too, instead.
I didn’t have another option except to oblige them.
The loud retort of the slap rang off the cabin walls mixing with the obscene slurp of Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth as it sucked up and down the massive Hindu pole of meat sticking up out of my groin.
Then, just as with her Ammī, a third and a fourth and finally, I planted a fifth pop on Ilāhī Dåūd’s stinging Musalmān ass.
“Now, can Ilāhī Dåūd be a juiced, little girl?” I asked, as Ilāhī Dåūd slowly stood.
“Yes, Durgesh, Ilāhī Dåūd will be a juiced, little girl for Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, seeing that I was staring down at the twin streams of milk oozing down out of her big, puffy nipples.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel the stream of milk run down the curved undersurface of her tit and onto the smooth skin of her taut belly.
“Would Durgesh like some of Ilāhī Dåūd’s milk?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, slowly moving her breast toward my face.
“Yes…yes, Durgesh would like to have some of Ilāhī Dåūd’s sweet milk…” I smiled, “and even her Ammī can have some of it, too!”
Pushing Al Furqān Al Zahīr off my big, spit-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund, I stood up and moved aside to let Ilāhī Dåūd crawl up onto the bed.
With a wicked little giggle, Ilāhī Dåūd rolled over onto her back and cupped her excellent Musalmān breasts as the milk continued to leak out of them.
Both of us joined her, climbing up and lying down beside her.
Ilāhī Dåūd felt a tingle of something, but Ilāhī Dåūd couldn’t explain what it was as both of us leaned down over her excellent Musalmān breasts and gently sucked her big, puffy nipples into our mouths.
Her milk began to flow out into our mouths filling us with its rich sweetness.
And soon Ilāhī Dåūd saw that our lips were covered with a bubbly white froth as we lovingly suckled her.
As I sucked on her nipple, I also tickled my tongue back and forth across the spewing knob sending tingles of excitement down to her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr was even more aggressive, nipping and nibbling on the sensitive pap as Ilāhī Dåūd squeezed Ilāhī Dåūd’s tit to coax out more of the nectarous sap.
As I sucked away at her breast Ilāhī Dåūd could feel the hard, round head of my Uncut Hindu Lund digging into her thigh.
At the same time, Al Furqān Al Zahīr had her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs draped over Ilāhī Dåūd’s as was working her wet, juicy extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down Ilāhī Dåūd’s thigh, coating it with her abundant juices.
It was almost enough to make her come Ilāhī Dåūd deliriously thought, running her hand down my massive Hindu slab of man-meat.
Ilāhī Dåūd roughly squeezed and pulled on it as I continued to thrust it against her thigh.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel her excellent Musalmān breasts running dry, but she knew that the Hindu monster Ilāhī Dåūd held in her hand held cream.
Thick, rich Hindu cream that could satisfy her hunger, too.
And if it couldn’t, she knew that the abundant juices flowing from her Ammī’s hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could help satisfy her gluttonous female Musalmān greed.
The flow of milk stopped just as Ilāhī Dåūd had thought it would.
As it did, Al Furqān Al Zahīr and I lifted our froth-covered lips off the bulging nipples and looked up at her.
“Durgesh, let Ammī and I suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund while you play with our hot little Musalmān pussies,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, gently pushing us away from her empty breasts. “You took my milk…and now I want to take your sweet Hindu cream…suck it out of your handsome Hindu peter and drink it down…just like you did my milk!”
“Yes…yes…drink my Hindu cum…suck it out of as my Uncut Hindu Lund and drink it down,” I moaned, rolling over onto my back.
Within Moments, both the Musalmān Beauties were lying beside me on their bellies, their heads beside my jutting Uncut Hindu Lund and our long, sweaty legs spread wide open.
Then, just as I felt both their hot lips on my Uncut Hindu Lund, I eased my hand under their Musalmān pussies, cupping their hot juiciness in the palm of my hand.
Looking down, I watched Ilāhī Dåūd pull my big Uncut Hindu Lund over to her side and quickly suck it inside her hot Musalmān mouth.
As I felt her hungrily sucking, I delicately eased my thumb into her hot, wet extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Bending my middle finger, I found her jutting Musalmān clit with its tip as I searched for her g-spot with my thumb.
Then I felt the ridged little spot and began rubbing my thumb back and forth across it as Ilāhī Dåūd’s ass began to jiggle and clench.
Then, I felt Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s lips brush across my balls.
As they did it, I eased my other thumb into her slippery Musalmān vagina.
Searching for her spot, I quickly found it and began to tease it at the same time I rubbed her Musalmān clit with the tip of my finger.
Both the Musalmān Beauties were squirming and fidgeting, rolling their hips around as I tormented them with my fingers and thumbs.
But I could feel the seeds down inside my balls, one of which was now inside Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth were beginning to ferment and ready for release.
Ilāhī Dåūd was feverishly working on my Uncut Hindu Lund with her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and lips.
Sucking, pulling, gnawing and nipping on it Ilāhī Dåūd tried to coax out its creamy load while Al Furqān Al Zahīr now had both of us in her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, rolling us around its hot, spitty insides.
Closer and closer I slipped, my balls tightening and beginning to scrunch up around the hairless base of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Furqān Al Zahīr let them slither out of Insistent mouth.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd began to alternate the female Musalmān attack, jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund back and forth between them as they hungrily attacked it with their greedy female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths.
But the two-pronged attack was too much.
I felt my Hindu balls explode, erupting in an eruption of heavy proportions.
And as fate would have it, the first enormous gush of Hindu semen spurted out into Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, hungry Musalmān mouth.
But no sooner that it had sent out the first spume, I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund being jerked away from Ilāhī Dåūd as Al Furqān Al Zahīr hungrily sucked it into her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just in time for the second upheaval of thick hot Hindu cream spew out of it.
Then it was back to Ilāhī Dåūd and then to Al Furqān Al Zahīr as the two Musalmān Beauties alternately sucked out my Hindu load of creamy sap
On and on it went until I was completely drained by the two greedy extremely beautiful female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouths…
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you two…my little Musalmān girls certainly drained my Uncut Hindu Lund this time,” I grinned down at Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd, slowly easing my thumbs out of their Musalmān pussies as they grinned back at me with my Hindu cum-stained Musalmān lips.
Some of my potent Hindu juice had escaped during the trading of my Uncut Hindu Lund and now it slowly trickled down their chins.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr slowly rolled over and sat up.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slowly stiffening in Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand.
“He is getting hard again, Ammī,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, giving my growing Uncut Hindu Lund another squeeze.
“Really?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr snickered, reaching down under me and finding My big Uncut Hindu Lund with Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand wrapped around it. “My…my…it looks like Durgesh likes getting squeezed…”
Ilāhī Dåūd felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jump in her hand.
By the time my Uncut Hindu Lund was sticking out hard and ready again.
“Now, can Durgesh be a juiced little, uh, big Hindu boy?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr giggled, squeezing and twisting on the shaft of my stiff Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Yes…yes, Durgesh can be a very juiced Hindu boy,” I grinned. “And he’ll show both Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd just how juiced I can be…”
“Durgesh, I never knew that you like fucking us both simultaneously.” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, as I pushed up to my feet.
“Neither did I.”
“Well, it certainly seems to excite you,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr laughed, pushing Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand off my Uncut Hindu Lund and running her own Musalmān hand up and down its steely Hindu hardness.
“Why don’t you show Ilāhī Dåūd how juiced a boy you can be while I fix us a snack,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr laughed, letting go of my big Uncut Hindu Lund and rolling off the bed.
“Yeah, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled rolling onto her back and scooting to the middle of the bed. “Show Ilāhī Dåūd what a juiced little, uh, big boy you can be…”
I and Ilāhī Dåūd both paused to watch Al Furqān Al Zahīr stride across the room.
Her tight, muscular Musalmān ass quivered tautly with each step much to our delight as Al Furqān Al Zahīr swished across the room and out the door.
“Now where were we?” I smiled down at her as Ilāhī Dåūd slowly spread her long lovely legs to reveal the wet, oozing hole between us.
“You were just going to visit down here,” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered up at me, running her hand down and fingering the sticky, clinging lips of her hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot apart.
“Oh, yes, now I remember,” I laughed, leaning down and lifting my knee up onto the edge of the bed.
“You were going to put that big thing,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, looking down at my bobbing Hindu giant, “in right here.”
Then Ilāhī Dåūd dipped a finger down inside the opening of her leaking Musalmān vagina.
Sophisticatedly crawling up between her outstretched Musalmān legs, I dipped my hips as Ilāhī Dåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and guided it down between the fleshy lips of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The wet pink butterfly with its wings unfurled accepted my thick, brown caterpillar, gulping it down in one swift swallow.
“Allah, God, I love the way your big Uncut Hindu Lund feels in my extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,” Ilāhī Dåūd bubbled, clutching it down around my buried Uncut Hindu Lund.
“So do I,” I grunted and began to jerk my hips back and forth as I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her clinging extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot …
Ilāhī Dåūd’s whole life was turned upside down the following week when Ilāhī Dåūd found out about her husband, Åbbās Naåīm’s death on the oilrig.
There had been a terrible accident and eight workers had been killed.
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We wandered around the outside of the louvre, past the glass pyramid, but didn’t go inside, preferring the fresh air to the stuffy corridors.
We made our way slowly up towards the champs – Elysees, walking through the gardens towards Place de la Concorde, diverting to the colourful Pompidou Centre to enjoy the antics of the street performers outside.
We ate lunch at a street café, sat across the table from one another, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s leg caught between Mine – until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant back in her chair and ran her bare foot up the inside of my leg until it rested on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund growing, both of us doing little to hide our growing need for each other.
During the afternoon, we paused to look in a shop window full of expensive lingerie.
I glanced at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, then back at the lingerie, knowing immediately what we both wanted.
I led the way inside, and together we chose several outfits for her to try on.
I waited patiently outside the changing room, my imagination running away as I thought about her trying on the sexy underwear, the silk against her naked Musalmān skin.
After what seemed like hours, but which could only have been a few minutes, I heard Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās quietly calling out to me.
Assuming Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to show off the lingerie to me, I looked around to make sure that no one was looking before poking my head around the changing room curtain, my heart thumping with anticipation.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was naked, at the far side of the cubicle, her back to the wall, her naked Musalmān body simmering in the dim light.
“Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ?” I started to exclaim in surprise, until she interrupted me.
“Shhh ….” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me, “Quickly.”
Even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās spoke, and I pulled the curtain closed behind me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was turning around.
Bending over, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās made clear what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
I moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bent at the waist, her legs straight, her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pointing at me.
Her narrow waist, hips and ass formed a perfect heart.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiggled her bum at me provocatively, her warm big Musalmān breasts swaying gently.
And I watched, she opened her legs a little more in an open invitation to me.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot appeared, framed by her firm thighs, her red, wet lips opening gently in front of me.
With a groan that was far too loud for where we were, I ripped my belt off and confidently undid my jeans, pushing us down onto my thighs as my hard Uncut Hindu Lund swung free.
I stepped forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund swaying, and grabbed Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hips, my Uncut Hindu Lund slipping easily between her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pushing her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back against me to meet the driving thrust that powered my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
Our bodies shuddered and she cried out as I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her.
She pushed back against me again, feeling my hard belly against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached up, her hands on the wall.
I reached around her to catch her swaying Big Musalmān breasts, her nipples like two hot pebbles against the palms of my hands.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās whispered hoarsely, “Fuck my hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
I gasped at her words, at the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās said them – and then did exactly what Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had demanded.
I fucked her hard, our skin slapping together as I drove into her, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund, sucking me into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās met every thrust of my Uncut Hindu Lund with gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, pushing back against me, urging me in deeper, her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body on fire.
My Uncut Hindu Lund felt huge inside her, filling her with every driving thrust, leaving her empty as I pulled back for a split second, then filling her again and again.
We came together, our bodies moving as one until she cried out our release.
Her climax built from a deep ache in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot before swamping her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, driven through her by the pounding of my Uncut Hindu Lund, by the streams of thick cum I pumped into her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stood up slowly, my Uncut Hindu Lund still inside her, both of us gasping for breath.
I cupped her warm big Musalmān breasts from behind, holding them gently as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās twisted her head towards me and then kissed lovingly, our tongues moving slowly, sensually against each other until my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
We dressed quickly, I pushing my half erect Uncut Hindu Lund, slick with our juices, back into my jeans.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pulled her own panties back on, immediately feeling the dampness on them from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My thick Hindu cum dribbled out of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stuffed her bra into her bag, grinning at me as She pulled her top down over her head, her warm big Musalmān breasts moving softly against the thin material.
I slid my hand over her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās bent down to pull up her short skirt, my hand cupping a pert cheek as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled against me.
We left the cubicle together, trying our best not to blush and to ignore the icy stare of the shop assistant as I paid for the lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen, my Uncut Hindu Lund already recovering as I thought about her modeling our purchases for me later.
We spent some time at the arc de Triomphe, standing silently hand in hand, before risking all and making a mad dash through the traffic.
We walked down towards the Eiffel Tower, enjoying the fountains at Le Trocadero while we sat drinking a cold glass of wine and juice at a street side café.
The queue for the Eiffel Tower was quite short, and soon we were enjoying the breathtaking views out across the city.
I stood close behind Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed to her as I pointed out the landmarks.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās ground her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back against me, so slowly that no one would notice, but hard enough to get the reaction Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
Leaving the tower, we made our way back to the seine, and caught a river taxi back to near our hotel.
We sat close together, both thinking of the evening ahead.
I had told Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās that we were going out, and that I had a surprise evening lined up for her, so once we got back to the hotel, we had only a little time to get ready before we had to head off to the restaurant I had booked.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to surprise me as well, so Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sent me downstairs to the bar while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās finished dressing.
When Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came down, I could only gasp when I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās appear.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had brushed her hair until it shone, an auburn mass that tumbled around her tanned shoulders.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wore just a little make up, mainly a red lipstick that accentuated her full, kissable Musalmān lips.
I could only imagine what lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen, but her dress was a simple sheath that touched the soft curves of her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in all the right places, the soft green material suiting her perfectly.
I stood to greet her, all too aware of the other extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes on her.
We kissed, my hand warm on the heaviness of her back, just above the swell of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
We talked quietly for a few minutes while we shared what was left of My juice, before walking the few hundred yards to the restaurant.
Again, we took our time over dinner, sat together in the cubicle that I had requested near the back of the restaurant.
The waiter was attentive, but discreet, obviously used to lovers who wanted to be alone.
We both ordered the same food, until it came to dessert, when I ordered a huge slice of chocolate gateau, claiming I needed to build my strength up, while Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās went for ice cream.
We both grinned when dessert arrived, thinking about the chocolate éclair Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had ordered in a similar restaurant in Barcelona, and how provocatively Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had eaten it.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising at the thought – and the rising some more as I felt Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s foot creeping up my leg to rub at my growing bulge.
“I think I need to do something about that,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās murmured, leaning over the table to kiss me.
“Later,” I told her, “I’ve still got more surprises for you.”
“But Durgesh,” She pouted, putting on a childishly sulky expression, “I want to give you something – surely we’ve got time.”
We both laughed – but before I could move, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had slid off her chair, moved around to the side of the table hidden from the rest of the room, and was tugging at my zip.
I could hear her giggling at her daring, knowing what the expression on my face must be like as I sat, half wanting her to continue, half cautious of getting caught.
But the first half won as her giggles were muffled as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās took me deep in her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked me quickly, her hand on my Hindu shaft as her teeth grated along my length, her lips leaving smears of red lipstick behind.
I bit my lip, trying to stifle my groans of pleasure as her hand and mouth moved as one, her hand keeping perfect time with the bobbing of her head.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rigid, throbbing in her hand and mouth, my balls tight in her other hand.
I came almost without warning, my Hindu cum gushing into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth in a thick torrent.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clamped her lips around me, sucking hard, drinking my Hindu cum down, not wanting to waste a drop.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and licked me gently until Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was able to ease my Uncut Hindu Lund back into my trousers.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came back out from under the table, an angelic smile on her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I dragged my chair closer to hers as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sat down.
I pulled her to me and kissed her lovingly, my Uncut Hindu Lund flicking over her lips and into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, sharing the taste of me.
I reached for her breast, cupping her gently, my thumb rubbing her taut nipple through her dress and bra.
I ran my hand over her belly, into her lap and then along her leg.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped as I moved my hand back along her ever smooth ardent Musalmān thigh, inside her dress.
She pushed back against me as my Fingertips pressed against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, against the dampness of her panties.
As we carried on kissing, I eased her panties to one side, slipping my Uncut Hindu Lund bravely inside her, fucking her proudly in time to her sucking of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
This time it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās who came quickly, her ardent Musalmān juices spilling from her as her orgasm left her gasping, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot convulsing around my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding me tight.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās clasped her ever smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thighs together, holding me as her climax ran its delicious course.
We separated just before the waitress returned with our coffee, just having time to share the taste of her from my Uncut Hindu Lund before enjoying a lingering kiss.
After coffee, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās went to the bathroom while I paid the bill.
We walked for a while by the river, enjoying the city, before I signaled for a cab and headed towards Montmartre and Pigalle – and the Moulin Rouge.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped at some of the sights we passed in this part of Paris, at the shops, the bars, the shows, the people.
The theatre was packed, and the show was about to start by the time we found our seats.
We sat close together, our thighs pressed against each other, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hand resting in my lap for most of the evening.
The show was spectacular, bringing huge roars of approval from the audience.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was enthralled by the dancers, watching their every movement.
Towards the end, after watching one dancer more intently than usual, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās turned to me and whispered huskily.
“She’s gorgeous, isn’t she?”
I looked at the dancer again.
She was gorgeous – tall, with legs that seemed to go on forever, and Big Musalmān breasts that were large for a dancer, but which moved only softly as she danced across the stage.
But it was the way Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had spoken that surprised me, the tone of her voice, the huskiness.
Fleeting images flew through my mind as I looked at the dancer, then glanced across at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was staring at the stage, her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth slightly open, the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue flicking across her lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund reacted suddenly, growing harder – and this time it was Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās who glanced across at me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās felt me moving beneath her hand.
After the show, we looked for a taxi but had no luck.
The streets were still busy as we wandered past a few shops, both remembering the similar streets in Barcelona – and how Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had dragged me into a dark alley.
I grinned down at her, mouthing “No” just in case Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was thinking of trying the same again.
We stopped outside a shop selling sex toys and the like, and this time Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās mouthed “Yes” before leading the way inside.
Surprisingly, the shop was bright and airy.
We were served by a young woman whose clothes barely covered her undoubtedly sexy Musalmān body.
I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās looking at the girl – and wondered again.
But Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was more intent on the array of toys in front of us, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes wide open with surprise at the range of shapes and sizes.
We chose one each, before quickly heading outside, eager to be alone again.
This time we had no problem in finding a cab, and were soon sat close together in the back as we crossed the city to our hotel.
Once back in our room, we fell into each other’s arms.
Our lips crushed together as our tongues slipped over each other, thrusting as we held each other tight.
I held Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands together in one of mine, holding her arms high above her head, her back against the wall.
My other hand roamed over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body as we continued to kiss, the room echoing softly to our muffled moans as my hand moved over her warm big Musalmān breasts and belly, over her neck and nipples, only the flimsy material of her dress separating my hands from Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hot, young female Musalmān flesh.
Letting go of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s hands, I reached behind her for her zip.
I eased it down slowly, my fingers trailing over her spine until we reached the end of her zip, nestling at the top of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
As I stepped back from her, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped her arms and shrugged the thin straps of her dress away from her shoulders.
They slipped down her arms as the dress began to fall away from her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
It caught on the swell of her full Big Musalmān breasts briefly, but went slipping down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to fall in a simmering pool around her feet.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stepped away from the dress, and turned around slowly, showing herself to me, her utmost experienced Hindu lover.
I gasped as I drank in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty, her sexiness, both enhanced by the lingerie Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wore.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was wearing some of the things we’d bought that afternoon.
Just seeing her in them brought back memories of our time in the changing room – and my Uncut Hindu Lund rose even more.
The set Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās had chosen was dark pink and black.
The bra was lacy, almost see through, her nipples dark and erect, poking at the flimsy material like two small pebbles.
The two cups clung to her full Big Musalmān breasts, held together only by a single small clip that nestled deep within her plunging cleavage.
The bottoms were a thong, the front little more than a triangle of lace that barely covered her plump Musalmān mound, the back a thread of silk that disappeared between the cheeks of her firm, rounded Musalmān ass.
I pulled her to me again, our mouths meeting as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tugged at my shirt and trousers.
It seemed like only seconds later that I was naked apart from my boxers, with Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt in front of me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās eased my shorts down slowly, my erect Uncut Hindu Lund springing up, massively erect and dripping with pre cum.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wiped the sticky fluid away with a sensual flick of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moved slightly so that Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was kneeling sideways to my Uncut Hindu Lund as it stood out from my body.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās licked along it slowly, at the same time sliding my boxers down my strong legs.
As soon as I stepped out of them, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gave my Uncut Hindu Lund a loving suck and then stood up.
Holding my Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās led me to the bed.
Pushing me down onto the bed, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt between My outstretched legs, her hair forming a veil around her head as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dipped down and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her fingers could barely reach around my throbbing Hindu shaft as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held me, my Uncut Hindu Lund head hot inside her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue swirled around me, my balls heavy in her other hand.
I moaned as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked and kissed and stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund and balls, my Hindu cum boiling up inside me.
But I wanted this to last, and reached down for Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās.
I pulled her on top of me, her silky lingerie smooth on my body as I pulled her to me.
Her hair fell around us as we kissed, deeply, passionately.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue plunged into my mouth, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās pressed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to mine, her warm big Musalmān breasts to my chest, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to the hardness of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I pushed back against her, feeling her nipples pressing into me, rocking my hips to rub my long Uncut Hindu Lund against her swollen Musalmān clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
As our moans got louder, our need more urgent, I rolled us over so that now I was straddling Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my knees each side of her legs.
I sat up and gazed down at her, at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty, at her flushed face, at the lust and desire in her glazed eyes.
I reached down and touched her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face, moving my fingers lightly over her lips, down onto her throat and neck.
I touched her chest, running my fingers slowly between her warm big Musalmān breasts, then across to her nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wriggled under my touch, moaning as my thumbs rubbed across her nipples, her arms thrown out above her head to grip the end of the bed.
Even though her nipples were already erect, I felt them pucker and harden even more under my touch.
And then my fingers were back between her warm big Musalmān breasts, reaching for the tiny clip that nestled there.
I undid the clip quickly, watching as the shape, the size, the firmness, of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Big Musalmān breasts pulled the sides of her bra apart, revealing the soft slopes of the inside of her warm big Musalmān breasts and the deep valley between them.
With my Hindu male eyes locked on hers, I slid my hands inside each cup, her moans becoming louder as I searched out her nipples.
They pressed into the palms of my hands, and then moved against me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās arched her back, pressing them to me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, pushing her whole body upwards as I swept my hands apart to expose her warm big Musalmān breasts in full.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as I rolled her nipples under my thumbs before dipping my head to kiss first one, and then the other, of her nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my head, urging me on as I kissed her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned and caressed her own Big Musalmān breasts as I slid down her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, my Hindu male lips moving quickly over her taut belly until my Uncut Hindu Lund was pushing at the valley between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips, forcing her wet thong between them.
Moving quickly, I knelt between her legs and reached under her to ease her thong up her long legs as they pointed towards the ceiling.
I watched her naked Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot being exposed, then dropped the thong onto the bed beside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shrugged off her bra, and lay back naked, her hands above her head, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body stretched out in all its naked Musalmān glory.
Slowly, She pulled her knees back towards her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, exposing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her Musalmān clit , her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to the lustful gaze of mine.
I groaned and reached for her, my fingers rubbing gently at her Musalmān clit as her lips moved against them.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās groaned, looking through half closed eyes at my Uncut Hindu Lund, rigid in front of me.
I leant forward and rubbed my swollen Uncut Hindu Lund head across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, feeling her heat, her wetness.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gasped as I leant forward again, the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding along her lips and across her Musalmān clit.
I rocked my body, sliding against her but not slipping inside her, feeling her pushing up against me, hearing her deep moans of desire.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes flying open as she felt my Uncut Hindu Lund against her, then inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās grabbed the end of the bed and arched her back when I pushed it deep inside her, sending vibrations surging through her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, followed by waves of pleasure.
I toyed with her for long minutes, kissing her warm big Musalmān breasts and nipples while I fucked, fucking her deeply before holding my Uncut Hindu Lund just inside her, turning it up then slowing it down, sometimes my Uncut Hindu Lund even pressing against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was on fire, her knuckles were white.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was gripping the end of the bed so tight, her whole body ready to explode.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to cum, but didn’t want the pleasure, the exquisite pain and pleasure, to end.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted to be teased and tormented, but Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted, needed, it all.
Eventually, I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her.
I caught one nipple in my other hand, pinching and rolling the hard flesh between my thumb and finger.
I just caught sight of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reaching for her other breast as I clamped my mouth over her Musalmān clit and kissed hard, my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing and toying with the hard nub of flesh.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body convulsed under me, her flat stomach rippling as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās tensed and relaxed, as her orgasm thundered through her at last.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and pushed it again reaching deep inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was rubbing her Musalmān clit both of us intent only on prolonging her pleasure.
It seemed an age before Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sagged back onto the bed, her whole body aglow with the aftermath of her orgasm.
I lay beside her and pulled her to me, kissing her gently.
But even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was catching her breath, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was pushing me onto my back, looking down at my naked body, ready to take her turn.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was hard, perhaps longer and thicker than she’d ever seen me.
Even as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās knelt at my side and reached out to touch me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās could feel the tremors going through me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stroked my Uncut Hindu Lund, lifting it away from my body.
As her hand moved slowly up and down, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant forward and kissed me hard, biting me with her small white teeth.
I reached out for her swaying Big Musalmān breasts, but She pushed my hands away and moved further down my body.
Smiling, my Hindu male eyes on hers, I reached behind me for the end of the bed and let the pleasure Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was giving wash over me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant across me again, flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over my Uncut Hindu Lund as her hand moved faster.
As I groaned louder, and my breathing harsher, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās gripped the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund tightly, stopping me from cumming.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās did this twice more, bringing me closer and closer each time to spraying my thick Hindu cum into the air.
After the second time, I drew my knees up, exposing my ass beneath my Uncut Hindu Lund and heavy balls to Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s gaze from where now she knelt between my outstretched legs.
Moving quickly, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās straddled me.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās held my Uncut Hindu Lund upright, rubbing it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her ardent Musalmān juices dripped from her, running down my Uncut Hindu Lund, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes locked on mine.
“Fuck me,” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās told me again – and dropped down onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I groaned as the words sprang from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās repeated them again, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās dropped her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body down onto mine and my Uncut Hindu Lund plunged deep inside her.
My hips rose up off the bed to meet her, driving my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās threw her head back, crying out as my Uncut Hindu Lund filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās stretched and molded herself to every ridge, every vein, every contour of my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās leant back, her hands on my legs, her hair hanging down her back, her breast thrust upwards.
I reached for her, clawing at her warm big Musalmān breasts as my hips bounced off the bed, as I fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot just like Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wanted.
I grabbed her gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks and held her to me, our bodies moving as one.
We came together, my Hindu cum exploding into her in thick torrents, her climax reaching deep into her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body leaving her exhausted and slumped on my chest.
As we as we lay there, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried inside Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body pressed hard to me, her head resting against me.
Exhausted, we slept.
I woke first, the sun streaming through the window lighting up the room.
Beside me, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās was still asleep.
I smiled as I looked down at her.
The bed clothes were only pulled up to her waist, leaving her naked from there upwards.
One arm was thrown back over her head, pushing her breast upwards.
I glanced across at the clock beside the bed.
Although it was late, I decided to leave Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās to sleep a little longer.
I descended out of bed and through to the bathroom, closing the door gently behind me.
I stood under the shower for a few minutes when Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās joined me.
We washed each other slowly, enjoying the sensual feel of each other’s hands roaming over our bodies, exploring everywhere as we kissed softly.
After drying each other, I led Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās back to the bedroom, both of us wanting to make the most of our remaining time together.
We made love to each other slowly, savoring each other, our hands and lips continuing with the exploration we’d started in the shower.
We both felt our desire growing, Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās’s juices springing from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as My Uncut Hindu Lund grew thick and hard.
I knelt at the end of the bed, watching as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās drew her knees up, showing me everything.
I shuffled forward, my Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing heavily in front of me as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās wrapped her legs around my body, pulling me to her.
Leaning over her, we kissed, my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed down on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her warm big Musalmān breasts against me.
We explored with our tongues, before parting breathlessly.
I sat back on my heels, gazing down at Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās, my Hindu male eyes moving over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, from her awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face down over her warm big Musalmān breasts, then to her belly, and finally to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and as She pulled her legs up for me again.
I leant over her again and touched her lips with my Uncut Hindu Lundtip.
“Here,” I reminded her as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās sucked on my Uncut Hindu Lund, “You wanted cum here.”
I ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down her neck to her warm big Musalmān breasts.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās shuddered as I rubbed each nipple gently, then ran my Uncut Hindu Lund down over her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I cupped her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mound, my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding inside her.
“Here,” I told her, fucking her gently.
“And here,” I said finally, pressing my wet Uncut Hindu Lund against the puckered rosebud of her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Yes …..” Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās moaned, pushing back against me.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to moisten it before easing the tip of it inside her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her ardent Musalmān juices ran from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, moistening her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper inside her.
The pleasure ran through her.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās reached for her warm big Musalmān breasts, pinching and pulling at her own nipples as I fucked her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with my Uncut Hindu Lund, my Uncut Hindu Lund rigid and ready for her.
Her moans deepened as I moved forward and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She pulled her knees closer to her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, reaching for her Musalmān clit as I pushed harder against her, as my Uncut Hindu Lund began to ease its way into her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās cried out as my Uncut Hindu Lund entered her, slowly at first, then faster, deeper.
Her cries echoed around us as I began to fuck her gently, then faster, harder, deeper.
Her fingers rubbed and pinched and pulled at her Musalmān clit and nipples, matching the power of my Uncut Hindu Lund fucking her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her legs were over my shoulders, her heels drumming on my back as I fucked her wildly.
And then Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās screamed as Al Waħīdah Al Ǻbbās came, as my warm Hindu cum flooded into her, as pain and pleasure washed through us both.
We clung together for a long time before My Uncut Hindu Lund slipped from her perfectly round gorgeous exquisite excellent voluptuous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and we rolled apart.
We lay side by side, catching our breath before holding each other again.
We showered again, before dressing and packing.
We left the hotel reluctantly, and barely made the train on time.
The train journey, the rest of our weekend together, flew by, each of us caught up in our own thoughts.
The weekend may have been over, but we both knew that our time as lovers wasn’t.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Tujhé Dékhā Tujhé Chāhā
Tujhé Chodā Mainé
Aur chodtā rahūn tujhé hai bas yehī duā
‘The fifteen days of intense sex, love and lust’
Sheikħ Nizāmuddīn iklautā béŧā thā Sheikh Raħīm kā.
Uské ghar chhođkar chalé jāné kā tasavvur bhī nahīn kiyā thā kisī né.
“Ék bāt to taý hai ki Bhāījān hum logon sé utnī nafrat nahīn karté thé, Ammī, jitnā hum log samajhtī thien.” Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn sanjīdah lahjé mein bolī.
Danīs Åbbās ro pađī,
“Main kaisé samjhāūn tum logon ko, Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn, ki Sheikħ Nizāmuddīn Durgesh kā nahīn, tumhāré Abbū, Sheikh Raħīm, kā hī béŧā hai. Main tum logon kī buāon jaisī nahīn hūn. Méré Durgesh sé vaisé koī jinsī tåālluqāt nahīn hain jaisé tum logon kī buāon ké hain.”
Sāton bahnon, Nafīsah Nizāmuddīn, Åārifah Nizāmuddīn, Åāliyah Nizāmuddīn, Åābidah Nizāmuddīn, Farīdah Nizāmuddīn, Nāziyah Nizāmuddīn aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né ék dūsré kī taraf dékhā.
Kisī ko bhī is baat par yaqīn nahīn huā thā ki unkī lāintehā ħasīn-o-Jamīl Ammī, Danīs Åbbās aur Durgesh ké darmyān vāqaåī koī jismānī tåālluqāt nahīn thé.
Tamām Pakistan jāntā thā ki unké Abbū, Sheikh Raħīm, ko jinsiyāt sé kabhī koī dilchaspī nahīn rahī thī.
Apnī Ammiyon, Kħālāon, buāon, mumāniyon, sabko bachpan sé hī pūrī bésharmī ké sāth Durgesh sé chudvāté dékhā thā Sheikh Raħīm né.
Unko jinsiyāt sé hī sakħt nafrat ho gaī thī.
Danīs Åbbās sé Sheikh Raħīm kā nikāħ zabardastī kiyā thā unkī Ammī aur Abbū né.
Society mein yah afwāh phailné lagī thī ki Sheikh Raħīm nāmard hain, isīliyé åuraton sé dūr bhāgté hain.
Is afwāh ko tåqat tab milī thī, jab Danīs Åbbās sé Sheikh Raħīm ké nikāħ ko mukammil tīn saal ho jāné ké båd bhī unkī koī aulād nahīn huī thī.
“Aulād kahān sé ho?” Danīs Åbbās né jhunjhlā kar kahā thā apnī Ammī sé, “Sotā kahān hai voh Kambakħt méré sāth? Shabo roz masājid mein pađā rahtā hai. Kħānqāhon ké chakkar kāŧtā rahtā hai.”
“Aré, to aur kyā karé?” Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn hāth nachākar bolī thien, “Jab aulād hī na ho to masājid mein nahīn pađā rahégā aur Kħānqāhon ké chakkar nahīn kāŧtā rahégā to aulād kaisé hogī?”
Danīs Åbbās né apnī Ammī kī taraf ghussé sé dékhā thā aur pair paŧakħtī huī wahān sé bāhar nikal gaī thī.*
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn aŧhārah saal kī thī, aur Qāed-e-Åāzam University, Islamabad, mein uskā nayā nayā admission huā thā.
Sālī sirf aŧhārah saal kī thī, lékin itnī téz aur smart thī ki mujh pūré chausaŧh varsh ké Hindu purush kā Uncut Hindu Lund pakađkar pūchhtī thī,
“Dādājān, mérī dādī ko chodkar aa rahé ho, mérī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko, yā phir donon ko ék sāth?”
“Humm,” main gambhīr svar mein bolā, “Qāed-e-Åāzam University mein dākħilah mil gayā hai, isliyé kuchh zyādah hī smart ho gaī hai. Hai na?”
“Mujhé mérī aŧhārahvīn sālgirah par kal kyon nahīn chodā? Main to samajh rahī thī ki tum aajkal hum tamām Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties ko apné unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund kā hī toħfah diyā karté ho.”
“Only on stubborn insistent persistent demand, only on stubborn insistent persistent request, only on stubborn insistent persistent plea,” main muskurāyā, “Ab chhođ mérā Lund. Tū abhī sirf aŧhārah saal kī huī hai. Main chausaŧh varsh kā ho chukā hūn. Térī dādī Ammiyon aur nānī Ammiyon ko chod rahā hūn. Abhī tūné kħud kahā.”
Tirchhī nigāhon sé mérī taraf dékhā us aŧhārah saal kī taro-tāzah naujawān Pakistani Musalmān qayāmat né.
“Sirf mérī dādī Ammiyon aur nānī Ammiyon ko? Mérī Ammī ko nahīn chod rahé thé tum abhī?”
“Mainé dékh liyā thā ki tū dékh rahī hai. Térī Ammī ko batāyā bhī thā. Rokā bhī thā usko ki apné āpko thođā qābū mein rakhé, tū dékh rahī hai.”*
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn sharārat sé muskurāī,
“Aesā? Phir kyā kahā Ammī né?”
Voh mujhé nangā karné lagī thī.
“Don’t. Stop it.” Main bolā, “Tumhārī Ammī ko koī sharmo ħayā thođé hī hai. Kitnī åzīb baat hai. Zamāné bhar kī Ammiyān apnī béŧiyon ko apné Hindu purushon ké sāth aesé tåālluqāt banāné sé roktī hain. Lékin tum logon kī Ammiyān mujhé apnā banāné kī tum logon kī sāzishon mein ulŧé tum logon kā sāth détī hain. Tumhārī sahélī, Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, ké sāth koī Musalmān apné béŧé kā nikāħ karné ké liyé taiyār nahīn thā kyonki ék Pseudo Hindu Congressman né usko kidnap kar liyā thā. Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan né faislā kar liyā ki voh méré sāth hī ab apnī tamām zindagī guzārégī, mérī Live in relationship partner bankar. Lékin apné is faislé ko åmalī jāmā pahnāné sé qabl Ammī, Saåīdah Muħammad Ħasan, aur béŧī, Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, donon mein sé kisī né bhī is maslé par mujhsé koī guftagū nahīn kī.”
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn mujhé nagn karné ké båd kħud apné kapđé bhī utārkar mukammil nangī ho chukī thī is daurān.
Aŧhārah saal kī us qayāmatkħéz nangī mādarzād Pakistani Musalmān ħasīnā ko dékh kar mérā Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ tankar khađā ho gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né mérā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund apné hāth mein lé liyā, aur ussé khélné, usko chūmné, aur usko chāŧné lagī.
Mainé Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī gorī damaktī aŧhārah sālā Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot choom lī aur usko pīchhé sé apnī bharpūr mazbūt Hindu bāhon mein bhar liyā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn burī taraħ uttéjit ho uŧhī.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kā yah pahlā experience thā.
Ék utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund uské donon sudaul Pakistani Sunni Musalmān kūlhon ké darmyān ghus gayā thā, aur andar ghusné kī bharpūr koshishén karné lag gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn pulkit ho uŧhī thī.*
Yahī to chāhtī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn.
Koī kħwāh kuchh kahé, lékin ħaqīqat yahī thī ki uskī tamām rishtédāron aur pahchān wāliyon mein sabsé zyādah kħush wohī thien, jo Durgesh kī Live in relationship partners thien.
Uskī koī dādī, koī nānī, koī Ammī, koī Kħālā, koī Buā, koī Mumānī, koī cousin aesī nahīn thī, jo ħasīn ho, aur uské jinsī tåālluqāt Durgesh sé na hon, aur voh baqiyah Musalmān ħasīnāon kī banisbat zyādah kħush na ho.
Aur kyon na hotīn voh kħush?
Durgesh sé pahlī martabah chudvāté vaqt unmein sé koī bhī kħwāh kitnī hī gharīb, kitnī hī béwaqūf, kitnī hī mazlūm aur kitnī hī nākām kyon na rahī ho, aaj unsé zyādah amīr, unsé zyādah åqlmand, unsé zyādah tåqatvar aur unsé zyādah kāmyāb aur koī Musalmān ħasīnah kahīn nahīn pāī jātī thī.
Yahī wajah thī ki aaj aŧhārah saal kī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn aur uskī Béshumār Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sahéliyon sé lékar chhiyāsī saal kī Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī tak Durgesh kī aesī shauharparast Musalmān bīwiyān thien ki unkī shauharparastī kī aaj misālén dī jāné lagīn thien kħud Musalmānon tak mein.
Aaj sirf Durgesh kī Musalmān bīwiyān akélī nahīn, Béshumār Musalmān tak yah mānné lagé thé ki Durgesh Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām hai.*
Mérā hāth Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī aŧhārah saal kī taro tāzā naujawān Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pahunch gayā thā.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn fakħr sé phūlī nahīn samā rahī thī.
Durgesh kā hāth uskī bémisāl kħūbsūrat Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pahunch gayā thā.
Iskā matlab yah thā ki Raziyah Nizāmuddīn Durgesh ko pasand aa gaī thī.
Nizāmuddīn family kī shāyad ākħirī Just Eighteen Just Adult lađkī thī, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn, jiské abhī tak Durgesh sé koī jinsī tåālluqāt nahīn thé.
Yah baat aur thī ki apné Kħāndān kī taqrīban tamām ħasīn Musalmān åuraton ko Durgesh sé chudvāté Raziyah Nizāmuddīn bachpan sé hī dékhtī chalī aa rahī thī.
Raat ko Durgesh ké response né béħad fikrmand kar diyā thā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko.
Voh jān būjh kar Shabnam Kħān ké bedroom mein so gaī thī raat ko, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān sé bātén karté karté.
Durgesh bārī bārī sé na sirf Shabnam Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān ko chodtā rahā thā, balki Jabīn Kħān aur Shāhīn Kħān ko bhī chodā thā Durgesh né Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī apnī ānkhon ké sāmné.
Taqrīban har kisī né Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī sifārish kī thī,
“Yah to sarāsar zulm hai, Durgesh. Tum har ék mahmān Musalmān ħasīnah ko chod rahé ho, lékin jis kī sālgirah hai, usko apné unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund kā toħfah tumné abhī tak pésh nahīn kiyā. Arey bābā, ab voh bhī aŧhārah saal kī ho chukī hai. Ab usko bhī tumsé chudvāné kā vaisā hī pūrā pūrā ħaq hai, jaisā hum logon ko hai.”
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn jān būjh kar nangī hī so gaī thī.
Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān, Zohrah Kħān, sabhī nangī thien.
Sab Durgesh sé chudvā rahī thien, isliyé sabkā ék sāth nangī honā qudratī bhī thā.
Phir, Durgesh un sabko chod rahā thā, isliyé Durgesh kā nagn honā bhī ékdam swābhāvik thā.
Yah nāmumkin thā ki Shabnam Kħān, Jabīn Kħān, Nāziyah Kħān aur Zohrah Kħān kħud to nangī hon, lékin Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko voh kapđé pahnī rahné dén.
Un sabné milkar Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko bhī nangī kar diyā thā.
Iskā pūrā pūrā fāyédah uŧhāyā thā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn né.
Aur kyon na uŧhātī?
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kyā béwaqūf thī?
Qāed-e-Åāzam University mein uskī zahānat ké danké bajné lag gayé thé itné kam dinon mein hī.
Apné liyé aesā bed chunā thā usné jo khiđkī ké ékdam sāmné aur ussé lagā huā hī thā.
Pūré chānd kī raat thī aaj.
Shabnam Kħān khiđkī kholkar sotī thī, yah jāntī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn.
Raat ko jab pūré chānd kī roshnī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ké Just Eighteen Just Adult nangé goré, béħad goré, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān jism par, aur kħusūsan uskī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pađnī shurū’ huī to Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kħud apné aap par, aur apnī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par burī taraħ faréftah hué baghair nahīn rah sakī.
Us king size bed ké ékdam sāmné lagé ādamqad āiné mein dékh rahī thī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn apné aap ko.
To Shabnam Kħān apné āpko Durgesh sé chudvāté hué āiné mein dékhné kī shauqīn hain?
Raat ko jo bhī uŧhī thī, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par bosah déné sé hargiz nahīn rok pāī thī apné āpko.
Yahān tak ki Durgesh bhī nahīn rok pāyā thā apné āpko aesā karné sé.
Bathroom gayā thā, aur phir wāpas aa kar Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī dilkash, béħad gulābī, béħad ħasīn Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot par pil pađā thā.
Din bhar kā niyantrañ, din bhar kā sanyam, raat ko kho baiŧhā thā béchārah.
Din bhar tamām mahmān Musalmān ħasīnāon ko chod chod kar apné āpko qābū mein karné kī koshishén kartā rahā thā, lékin ék baat bār bār Durgesh kī chughlī kar rahī thī ki Durgesh darħaqīqat Raziyah Nizāmuddīn ko chodnā chāhtā hai.
Durgesh har mahmān Musalmān ħasīnā ko chodné ké båd yā to Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, ko chodné lagtā thā, yā Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, ko.
Tīnon hamshakl thien.
Raziyah Nizāmuddīn, Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn kī nānī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, tīnon hamshakl thien.
Danīs Åbbās apnī Ammī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, par gaī thī, aur Raziyah Nizāmuddīn apnī Ammī, Danīs Åbbās, par.
Balki Danīs Åbbās kā jo thođā bahut vichlan huā thā, apnī Ammī, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, sé, voh bhī Raziyah Nizāmuddīn mein phir wāpas lauŧ āyā thā.
Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn incredibly ħasīn thien.
Aur aaj sé nahīn, usī vaqt sé ħasīn thien, jab mérī chār saal kī ůmr mein mainé Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko pahlī martabah dékhā thā.
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn ko dékhté hī uŧh khađā huā thā burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanākar.
Sab hansné lagī thien.
“Mubārak ho, Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn, hum sabko aur hamārī béŧiyon ko chodné ké båd ab Durgesh tumhén bhī chodnā chāhtā hai. Chār sāl kā nayā Hindu Kħasam mubārak ho.”
Mérā Uncut Hindu Lund aur bhī burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanāné lagā thā.
Un sab né milkar mujhé fauran nangā kar diyā.
Eīdul Fitr kī taqarīb group sex mein tabdīl ho gaī.
Méré liyé yah koī naī baat nahīn thī, normal baat thī.
Apné incompetent Musalmān shauharon sé asantushŧ, nākħush, Musalmān ħasīnāyén mujhé kabhī kā chodné lag gaī thien.
Mérā chār saal kā unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund unké taqarīban nāmard Musalmān shauharon kī cut Musalmān nūnī kī jagah kabhī kā lé chukā thā unkī sex life mein.
“Sharm nahīn ātī tum logon ko?” Bégum Suraiyā Kamāluddīn nārāz hotī huī bolī thien, “Sab kī sab milkar chār saal ké bachché ko chodā kartī ho? Kaī taraħ ké child sexual exploitations dékhé suné hain mainé, lékin jo tum log kiyā kartī ho, voh vāqaåī unique hai. Hindu lađkā hai, to kyā usko chod chod kar maar dālogī?Ħad ho gaī firqāparastī kī. Is chār saal kī ůmr mein iskā itnā zyādah ejaculation iské phéphđon mein pānī bhar saktā hai. Isko Pleurisy bhī ho saktī hai. Iskā is ůmr mein khađā ho jātā hai, to kyā tum log iskā itnā nājāyaz fāyédah uŧhāogī?”*
1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
” … First we gotta get a newspaper so we can find a place to stay. Remember we talked about this last night?”
“Yes. Okay. Uh… Over there,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD said, looking about herself again and pointing across the street at the newspaper box there.
“Lead on, then,” I allowed, taking her suitcase and giving her that role in the hopes it would lift her spirits somehow.
It seemed to work a little.
I followed behind her as she marched across the sidewalk, her head held just a little higher, maybe with some remembered ‘parental’ responsibility.
She paid the box, took a newspaper and then led the way across another sidewalk and into the square.
There was a huge, two story gazebo in the center of the nicely mowed, grassy park area with paved walkways that were lined with benches, flower beds and some scattered shrubbery.
We sat near the gazebo, only the lightest Atlantic breeze ruffling the pages on that warm day in early August as she performed a focused search up and down the ‘apartments for rent’ columns, her gold colored Parker held in her perfect white teeth until she found something that looked as promising as her cash reserves could afford.
Before long, we were off again, both the newspaper and the map folded in her hands, her stride yet a little more purposeful, chin higher as I followed Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD, Muħammad’s Ammī, to a pay phone.
She briefly spoke to someone concerning the apartment before we went to look at what would hopefully be a roof over her head, at least for the time being, until I persuade her to take my financial help too as well as my courtesy help.
It was, but not much more.
“Hello, we just spoke on the phone?” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD politely, if nervously told the Superintendent who greeted us outside the four story brick building on the corner.
Wisely using her maiden name to avoid any recognition the media had provided for, she introduced herself.
“I’m Āmnah Åbbās, this is my son in law, Durgesh.”
The Super was just about her height, maybe a half inch taller, stocky but not exactly fat with graying hair and somewhat dark complexion.
He was dressed in green work clothes and a red, sleeveless jack shirt, work boots looking like they were produced the same year as the approximately two hundred year old structure he maintained.
He looked us over, his pale, almost washed out blue eyes glancing over Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD’s body like those of the traffic accident victim had earlier. He smiled, stuck his meaty hand out and replied.
“Al Raħīm Al Åbbās, pleased to meet you. Sorry, I thought you were husband and wife. I can’t believe still now that he isn’t your husband.”
“What nonsense,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD said to him curtly, “he isn’t my husband. He is my daughters’ husband, I say.”
“Well,” Al Raħīm Al Åbbās watched us incredulously, “how old are you, Ma’am?”
“He has a computer screen open to him, Āmnah, I think it has information about us. Answer him truthfully. He is just checking.” I warned her.
Al Raħīm Al Åbbās smiled at me,
“Is your wife now angry with you, sir?”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD shouted,
“Hey, I’m not his wife, I say.”
“Ma’am, your information isn’t correct. Sorry, we can’t rent you the apartment. Sir, please explain to your wife.”
“What the hell,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD thundered at Al Raħīm Al Åbbās, “I say…”
I squeezed her hand significantly,
“It’s all right, darling. Please, let me talk.”
“No,” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD said curtly, “how the hell he is calling me your wife?”
“Well, Ma’am,” Al Raħīm Al Åbbās said politely, “the computer says that your daughters refused to accept your new Hindu husband their stepfather. They were already in love with him. After you started to Live in relationship with your son in law…”
“He isn’t my son in law…” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD shouted again, angrily.
Al Raħīm Al Åbbās smiled,
“Thank you. Now, please sign here and write under your signature, ‘Wife of Durgesh’, please,”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD looked at me furiously,
“You are watching? You are watching only? What the hell are you for, with me, if you can’t even rent for me an apartment?”
“It’s all right, Āmnah,” I circled my arm around her waist, pulled her to me and hugged, “Will you please just wait in the lobby or restaurant so that I complete the legal formality.”
“Very well. Please do.” She stomped her foot as an irate wife does to her polite husband, and marched out to the restaurant.
Al Raħīm Al Åbbās smiled.
“I sympathize with you, sir. What a temper? Allah Allah .”
“It’s alright. She pays on the bed for what she does elsewhere.” I smiled too.
“Oh, oh, oh,” Al Raħīm Al Åbbās laughed understandingly, “well, I must congratulate you, I think. She is tremendously beautiful.”
“I think Ma’am’s unique Musalmān beauty played a large role in accepting her too as your Live in relationship partner after her daughters.”
“I must say your information is very well provided. May I ask the source of your information?” I gave him a hundred dollar bill.
Al Raħīm Al Åbbās pocketed it gratefully smiling, and consulted the computer.
“Thank you very much, sir. The information is mostly provided by her ex-husband Mr. Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī. You are her second husband? Aren’t you?”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD suddenly returned there marching in, she hadn’t gone to lobby/restaurant perhaps.
Perhaps she was listening to our conversation standing outside and waiting for me.
“The bloody bastard,” she said, gritting through her teeth, “so he has told to the hoteliers and apartment owners that I’m your wife? Durgesh, I say…”
“Shut up, Āmnah,” I said curtly, “Keep quite. Let me talk. Well, come on and sign here as my wife.”*
She was furious, yet she knew she couldn’t do anything.
The more than one month longer Honeymoon of her with me, had given Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī the opportunity he needed to run away.
Well, now she knew Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī actually loved her very much.
Yes, now it has been proved that Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was actually a criminal as the most of the other Musalmīn were.
But he provided her a new ever competent Hindu husband, Durgesh, before leaving her for ever.
He himself had taken Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis between his thumb and forefinger and himself positioned it between her labial lips.
How crazy she was for even longer than one month!
Durgesh fucked her…
No, she herself fucked Durgesh madly.
She forgot absolutely that she had seven daughters too who are already Living in relationship with Durgesh.
How the hell could they face their friends and acquaintances if she also join their bed?
Allah, how selfish she was.
Yes, Durgesh fucked her marvelously.
That was what Durgesh is reputed for exclusively actually.
But she couldn’t enjoy the luxury.
She isn’t so lucky.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD has to think of her seven daughters too.
It wasn’t an apartment at all.
Not even close.
It was a room, approximately ten by ten feet.
Just as dingy as the stairs and hallway, there was a single, tall window directly opposite the door.
The plaster walls were painted an old, filthy yellow with royal blue trim.
On the right wall was a fireplace and mantle, a steel cover bolted securely over the opening that was covered in god knows how many layers of thick paint.
The left wall showcased a large area of missing plaster, tinder dry, horizontal slats showing like ribs.
There was no furniture and nothing at all sitting on the heavily scuffed and scratched hardwood floor, save for the plaster that had fallen from the wall, the only fixture being a naked bulb in the center of the twelve foot ceiling.
“This is it,” Al Raħīm Al Åbbās said, as though to casually confirm her worst fears, “sir, I can’t believe the Ma’am and you can live here.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD smiled.
“We need a place for some time where none of the creditors of my former criminal husband can disturb us. My new husband is the multi zillionaire you know.”
“That’s the point, Ma’am. Your husband can provide you anything. But…”
“We are grateful to you, Durgesh, please give him some more money so that he can understand we are deliberately passing our night here as far as tonight is concerned.”
Al Raħīm Al Åbbās saluted her,
“If you want to establish that you both are here tonight, but actually want to enjoy your night at some five star hotel, even that can be arranged clandestinely.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD looked at me.
“My dear husband,” she said sarcastically, “please tell him I want to be alone now with you. After all, a ‘wife’ has a right to be alone with her ‘husband’, hasn’t she?”
I looked at Al Raħīm Al Åbbās.
He saluted us immediately and left the room.
“The hell, Āmnah,” I said bitterly, “I would never allow you to live in this hell, even for a night.”
“Nonsense,” she said bitterly, “Don’t screw my self-respect now. You have already screwed me for more than one month. Isn’t that enough?”
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately hardened as soon as she reminded me her Honeymoon with me.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD looked at my Hindu erection and she was suddenly horrified,
“No, Durgesh, no. Not any more.”
“Suck me.” I said gravely.
“No, I say,”
“Stop saying now and listen to me, you idiot. If you don’t want to be left alone here, in this hell, undress me, undress yourself and start giving me the blowjob you gave me when Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī was too present there, your then husband.”
She looked at me horrified,
“You…you can’t leave me here alone.”
“That’s right. Do what I tell you. After a nice fuck, we are going to the world tour immediately on our own ship.”
“No,” she tried to say, but I pulled her to me, undressed her, undressed myself, and kissed her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She tried to resist but her mouth involuntarily went to my Uncut Hindu Lund automatically.
Soon, she was giving me the blowjob I demanded for.
I kissed her entire nude body once more, her gorgeous nude Musalmān buttocks, her thighs, her…
She was bubbling with immense sexual lust now.
She herself pushed me on the floor on my back, straddled me on my rock hard perpendicular Uncut Hindu Lund, positioned it herself between her vaginal lips and thrust her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot on it.
My Uncut Hindu Lund started penetrating her ardent Musalmān Choot once more.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was thrusting again and again.
It entered, first the head only, then one fourth, then half, then three fourth, and then completely.
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD bit her lower lip, and paused.
“Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī hasn’t fucked you properly.” I smiled, “Despite my Uncut Hindu Lund was there constantly nonstop for more than one month, pounding you, you still can’t take it in one go.”
She too smiled,
“He only had a cut Musalmān nūnī , you have a real Uncut Hindu Lund. Allah, let me digest the experience that it’s once more inside me.”
I was playing with her gorgeous nude Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
“You haven’t any moral right to enjoy it there. You didn’t want to fuck me. I compelled you.”
“Even then, you aren’t fucking me now, I’m fucking you once more.” She winked at me.
“Yes, that’s right, after all.” I smiled.
“Let me fuck you then as I damn please.”
“We have to leave this room as soon as possible.”
“It’s not for my any wife, especially as beautiful as you are.”
“Allah, am I really as beautiful as you say?”
“Sālī, my Uncut Hindu Lund is fully inside your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Can’t you experience how violently it’s throbbing there?”*
She was brought on the ship still being fucked by me vigorously.
To her immense surprise, the ship was full of immensely beautiful nude Musalmān houseladies.
Every one of them was similarly on her nude knees and elbows as Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD herself was.
Moreover, I was fucking everyone of them from their exquisite nude behind, as I was fucking Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD.
“I know most of them personally. But I never knew they were also a part of your infinite Harem of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
“Not Harem, my Sex Empire.” I winked at her.*
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was trying her best to adjust herself to the new utmost high environment.
She was rich, even richer as compared to her so many friends, but hadn’t even dream of her new Hindu husband would be the number one richest man of the entire Multiverse.
It was a completely new experience for her.
As far as the Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was concerned, it wasn’t too new for her.
She had already successfully practiced it for even more than one month.
After one month, she could think of her new problems to lead the new utmost highest life she couldn’t even dream of ever.
“We have to find out Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī, Durgesh.” Pushing back her ever glorious heavy big nude Musalmān buttocks Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD looked at me gravely. My entire throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund had vanished fully into her ever aggressive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “The media is charging us both that we cheated on Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī. He could not show his face to his friends and acquaintances. We even snatched away his money from him.”
“Well,” I said fucking Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD savagely, “there’s no use speculating. Let’s get on deck. You said you have seen his glimpse right on our own ship. Let’s find out if your assumption is correct.”
Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD was enjoying the constant protection of my ever powerful nude Hindu male lap, every time when her nude gorgeous Musalmān buttocks filled it.
What a great shelter to her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She had never felt so safe before.
Nothing to worry for any Musalmān Beauty and any extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady that was being fucked by Durgesh nonstop.
Her ever responsible Hindu life partner is always with her to take care of everything of her.
What the hell more, then, a woman needs from her man?
“You think we can still find him?” Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD constricted her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my deepest embedded Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I think so,” I kissed her on her lips warmly.
“Promise me to always stand by me.” She again pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks into my lap.
“You still need my verbal promise? Isn’t my Uncut Hindu Lund constantly promising into your Musalmān Choot, ever pounding it nonstop, already, that it needs your Musalmān Choot around it for ever as your Musalmān Choot needs my Uncut Hindu Lund into it for ever?”
“Thank you.” She kissed me passionately, “Come on, let’s go.”
As she was opening the door, Saiyadah Āmnah Åbdullah PhD suddenly gave a gasp of dismay.
I was already enjoying both of her utmost soft globes of joy filling my nude Hindu male lap and playing with her bare Musalmān tits.
I turned her mouth to me,
“Hey, why the gasp of dismay? What is it?”
“Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī,” she said, “as I had seen him, isn’t it possible that he had also seen me?”
“Well,” I said, “only a blind person can’t see you. You are the main center of attraction here on the ship, my lady.”
“Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī knew we were definitely having a showdown. He knew despite his loyalty to arrange you for me, he didn’t do anything good to me. He knew I had seen him on the ship. Moreover, the ship was now mine too. I too own it now with you. He knew he couldn’t keep up his pretenses any longer. He knew our entire daughters’ happiness depended… oh, Durgesh darling, you don’t suppose Saiyad Åbdullah Hāshmī went on deck and…and…”
“Committed suicide?” I prompted.
She nodded innocently.
“What do you think?”
“I don’t know.” She intensified her back and forth movements of her ever pink Musalmān buttocks, “I’m afraid…that would leave my daughters, your wives, in the clear. Wouldn’t it?”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39,
And Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl, 20,
All the three were my practical wives while I was already sixty then.
Actually Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, had me first.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl was her daughter in law actually.
And, Taqdīs Aħmad Kamāl was her granddaughter.
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, her Bahū Bégam, actually blackmailed her mother in law, Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54.
Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54, was startled.
“What? You want to cheat my son, Aħmad Kamāl?”
Farkħandah Aħmad Kamāl, 39, smiled.
She didn’t say anything.
Only watched my legendary Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into Kħālidah Muħammad Kamāl, 54,’s still ravenous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, significantly, sarcastically.