The first time we were together was at our company bbq at my house, Ashvinātam.
They were at a huge party, enormous of people there.
Many of them were my clients.
When I met Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, for the first time, I could tell I liked her, openly complimented her on the shorts she was wearing.
They were short to say the least and tight.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār always dressed much sexier than most Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies, not openly slutty but hot.
The entire time at the party I paid a lot of attention to her and after being there several hours Muħammad Jamīl noticed the two of us had disappeared.
Muħammad Jamīl went into the house to see where’d we gone off to and after wandering around, going near the basement door, Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl heard her laughing, softly, seductively.
Yet, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t thought anything of it, though others were downstairs.
Muħammad Jamīl walked down the stairs and came up on me and Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
Her back was to Muħammad Jamīl.
My hand was clearly on her gorgeous glamorous perfectly round firm heavy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
She was leaning up against me and she was telling me she’d love to see me again.
She was giggling like a girl.
Muħammad Jamīl could see my hand up under her blouse, on her right breast.
When Muħammad Jamīl walked down she quickly pulled away, yet he saw my hand fall out from her top.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t believe what happened next.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared, more glared at Muħammad Jamīl.
“Are you spying on me?” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood next to me.
“No dear.” Instead of her, Muħammad Jamīl himself stammered …”I just wondered what happened to you.”
She moved slightly closer to me.
“Well now you know, I’m talking with Durgesh….was talking with Durgesh until you interrupted us.”
Her hair was messed up and Muħammad Jamīl saw for the first time my fly was down…and my Uncut Hindu Lund bulged in my pants.
Muħammad Jamīl plainly saw the Hindu hard-on I had.
“We’ll be done here in a minute. Would you be a good husband and get my purse…my makeup is in it. Don’t come back down here…just leave it at the top of the stairs. Hurry along, baby…I’ll be upstairs to join you in a minute. Go!”
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl.
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl, shocked by what Muħammad Jamīl had walked in on, just mumbled “Yes, dear.”
Muħammad Jamīl went back upstairs, stunned.
Throughout the rest of the party Muħammad Jamīl was like a zombie, just sort of going through the motions.
He wasn’t sure but thought Muħammad Jamīl’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī luscious Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, had just done something she’d never done before, had just been playing with me in my home basement.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing to Muħammad Jamīl the rest of the party about it.
I too ignored Muħammad Jamīl.
I said as we both came back upstairs.
“I like your wife, a lot. A real lot.”.
Muħammad Jamīl heard her giggle, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār looked back at Muħammad Jamīl.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing.
When we left the party Muħammad Jamīl was embarrassed to see me kiss her on the lips as we left.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār still said nothing.
Until they were in the car on the way home.
“I’m going to see Durgesh again.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat and calmly watched the scenery go by, as they drove home. “He touched something in me, turned me on like you haven’t been able to do ever. You’ll get used to it.”
She watched Muħammad Jamīl, as Muħammad Jamīl started to cry.
“Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh told me you were submissive to me. I told Durgesh I decided a long time ago I can see others if I wanted to. I think that shocked you…he’ll get used to it. Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh you’ll get used to it too…I’ll help you through it, baby. You’re my husband.”
She moved closer to Muħammad Jamīl.
“And you know you will get all hot and bothered thinking about the things I do for Durgesh, all the sexy little things I do with Durgesh, baby…come on, you’ve been a submissive little fuck for me for some time. I know this turn you on. Durgesh is perfect! He’s the one we’ve both been fantasizing about and looking for.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached down and started playing with Muħammad Jamīl…”Oooooooo, see…it makes your little dick want to get hard, doesn’t it.” She moved close to his ear…
“Durgesh didn’t fuck me, if that’s what you’re worried about. I wouldn’t do that on the first date baby, I’m not a whore, not yet anyway.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed. “On the second date, for sure, I can’t wait. Durgesh did go down on me, he was so hard, he had to cum…what else was I had to do. I couldn’t very well say ‘no’, could I? He did that thing all men do; he had that huge wet spot at the top of his Uncut Hindu Lund. I had my hand on it when you walked in. You came down just as I was about to take it out of his pants. And he was so cute…he requested me to suck it.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār smiled as she was talking, thinking out loud…”He’s a real good kisser, got me all wet.
“Durgesh got rock hard as soon as he kissed me, Muħammad Jamīl, I mean rock hard, not like you, took me in his arms and I felt his Uncut Hindu Lund up against my leg. But Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh he wouldn’t fuck me, not until we had a proper date. Told him I wanted to be alone with him, could get all messy and not have to worry about going back upstairs to a house full of guests. So I sucked Durgesh. Muħammad Jamīl, I told Durgesh Muħammad Jamīl had hurry, I went to my knees and made Durgesh cum in to my mouth real fast. He was very pleased, baby, very pleased. You know I’m real good at that, even when I don’t take my time.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār pinched Muħammad Jamīl through his pants. Oooo, your little cut Musalmān nūnī is getting hard, Mama can feel it!”
She unzipped Muħammad Jamīl’s pants, put her hand inside.
“And Durgesh is big, not like you. I couldn’t get him all in my mouth like I can have in my hand your little thing.”
She covered Muħammad Jamīl’s semi erection with her hand.
“I couldn’t get Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund all in my Musalmān mouth, baby. He’s real big. I like that. You should be happy for me; Muħammad Jamīl, I have found a real man for me. You know you got all turned on by talking about that before, fantasize Mama with a real man.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, loud…”Durgesh is the one, baby!”*
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled.
“I meant to ask, how is your Ammī doing?”
“Yeah, she’s good. She’s still with Abbū, and much happier I think, getting rid of nonstop criticism from the ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.”
“You only think?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried.
“Well it’s hard to tell. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t really know what she sees in Abbū. To tell the truth actually he’s such a dork. But I guess he gives Ammī something Durgesh couldn’t. Her lost respect in our Ummat-e-Muslimah. But Durgesh’s way cooler.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled.
“Yeah, but you’re biased. You have to think Durgesh’s cool.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled along with her,
“True, but he’s much better looking too.” She slipped in a jibe at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s expense watching her blush again.
“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whined.
“Oh relax, I’m just making fun. You know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never tell another soul.”
“Tell another soul what?” A dominant male voice said from behind them.
It sent a massive shiver up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine and suddenly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had lost her appetite.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put her half eaten sandwich down and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah glanced sideways at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, glaring at her.
She laughed at me again,
“Oh nothing Durgesh, just a private joke.” She told me.
“I see,” I said, a teasing quality in my voice too. “You were talking of Hindu boys, don’t you?”
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr moaned, trying not to smile. “You are so out of date! We don’t talk about ‘boys’ anymore, we talk about experienced Hindu men now!”
“You stay away from them,” I said, trying to sound gruff, as I opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of juice out for myself. “They’re bad news. Boys one can handle, men one can’t … well not unless you know them really, really well…”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could almost hear the “Hey Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” pinned on the end of the sentence that had been left off and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the blush creeping up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled at me again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah elbowed her in the ribs.
“Ow!” She squealed and poked her tongue at me laughing all the harder.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was amazed at the ease with which Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was handling the situation, when just my proximity to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sent Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s blood racing through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart rate was skyrocketing.
It was like nothing was different, like nothing had happened last night at all.
Was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah not even memorable?
Was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah so bad that it was so easily forgotten, so easily brushed aside and made light of?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled lamely but said nothing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still hadn’t turned around to look at Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, scared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would embarrass herself even more if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.
“Oh come on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” my voice said to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, sounding much closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s side. “We’re just teasing love. Don’t take it too seriously, life’s too short.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair as I grabbed a lock and gave it a quick tug.
Then my hand fell to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder and I gave it a meaningful squeeze.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart stop as a shock of electricity ran right through her.
“You need to relax honey.”
“Yeah, sorry Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I didn’t mean to make fun of you so much.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said sobering as she realized how embarrassed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was.
“S’okay.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Mumbled. “Don’t worry about me, I’ve had worse. It’s cool.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to brush it off, tried to relax but it was hard.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’s touch was like lightning.
It shot through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body and ignited a fire of wanting between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs.
Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!
What a man!
What a miraculous amazing man.
What a fantastic fucker of Musalmān Beauties.
No doubt the entire Musalmān Beauties, the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are crazy to fuck Durgesh ever.*
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār took her hand off Muħammad Jamīl…went back to her side of the car.
“You’re not going to cum baby…we both know that makes you an unmanageable less than submissive little fuck.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared at Muħammad Jamīl. “Put your hand inside your pants!”
Muħammad Jamīl did as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār told him.
“Don’t you dare cum, baby. Just play with yourself. Now tell me you want me to fuck your Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh. Come on; tell Mama…you can do it.” She glared at Muħammad Jamīl…”Tell me!”
She turned her body toward Muħammad Jamīl, put her arm on the car seat, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared hard at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I want you to fuck my Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, Ma’am,…I do, please fuck my Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.” Muħammad Jamīl’s face turned bright red…”please, please, please…”
Muħammad Jamīl started to cry.
“Okay.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, laughed out loud. “Good, real good Pseudo Musalmān boy, I’m glad you want me to be with your Hindu boss, the utmost infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh…because I too want to be with Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu . He’s hot. He makes me want to go to him now. I’m going to talk with Durgesh later, on the phone. He told me to call him, gave me his cell number.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār looked out the window.
“And he fucking makes me laugh, the man said funny things, that’s important to a woman. Had me laughing as soon as he got into the kitchen, before he took me down to his basement office, the man is fun. And he can French kiss, go me so wet the minute he grabbed me and put his Hindu tongue in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth…never met a man that kisses like that. And that’s important too; a man should be a good kisser….mmmmmmmm”. She was thinking…”When Muħammad Jamīl, I met Durgesh we both knew…he had that look. Muħammad Jamīl, I got a little wet the moment you introduced me to Durgesh, felt it then.”
That’s when it all started. That’s when Muħammad Jamīl’s life as her real cuckold started.
The rest of the way home Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said nothing.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s demeanor wasn’t due to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr‘s teasing.
It was due to her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body going all to pieces again at the mere brush of my fingertips.
I still hadn’t removed my hand, and my thumb was stroking the smooth skin on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder blade.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was having trouble trying to control her breathing.
“Are you going to finish that?” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt asked pointing at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s plate and putting my bottle of juice on the table beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s elbow.
Pulling out a chair, I plonked down beside her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah glanced over at me… and wished to Allah, her God Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t.
The heady scent of fresh cut lawn and fresh male sweat hit her in the face and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s insides turned to mush.
I wasn’t wearing a shirt.
Sweat glistened over my muscular Hindu chest and arms and dampened the waistband of my low slung jeans.
Her stomach rippled as I shifted into a more comfortable position.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head mutely in answer.
She watched me reach across and drag the plate towards me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah quickly swallowed, scared that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah might actually start drooling.
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled playfully, her voice breaking in on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s moment. “That’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s. If you’re hungry I’ll make you one…” She was half standing as she spoke.
“No, it’s all right, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said quickly. “I’m not really all that hungry… really. Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt may as well finish it for me, I wouldn’t want to waste it.”
I smiled my dazzling smile at both Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,
“See she wants me to eat it!” I said for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Benefit more than Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was sure.
I took a big bite out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sandwich, the sandwich which had just been in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
A shiver wracked her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body at the thought of where my mouth had been and what I was referring when I said ‘it’.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah closed her eyes, praying for strength.
“Are you sure you’re all right Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked her, seeing her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gave a half smile and nodded,
“Yeah, I’m good. Still just a little tired I guess.”
“And cranky,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr reiterated.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah chuckled lamely,
“Yes, and cranky. Just as well I’m not going out with you tonight, I’d be terrible company.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my knee brush against her under the table and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew without a doubt it was intentional.
Last night wasn’t forgettable for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah after all, I was just better at acting than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was.
“Maybe,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said doubtfully. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I still feel as though I’m being a bad friend and neglecting you.”
“What’s this?” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt asked Åāýéshah Abū Bakr from beside her.
“Oh, Vikram’s taking me out to dinner tonight and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah won’t come along. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know Vikram won’t really mind…”
“If he’s a male at all, he’ll mind.” I interrupted her. “In fact, I’d be more worried if he didn’t mind.”
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr warned. “You’re supposed to be backing me up here. I feel bad leaving Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah here all by herself.”
“A-hem?” I said emphasizing the sound and added, “And what am I? Chopped liver?”
It made them both giggle.
“Sorry Durgesh,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr answered. “But you know what I meant.”
“Don’t worry Darling, I’ll look after her.” I told Åāýéshah Abū Bakr as my knee pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s again and I put an arm about Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders giving them a quick squeeze before releasing her. “I Promise.”
“Thanks Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr replied with a grateful smile.
I’d finished the sandwich and stood, heading for the sink.
“It’s a warm one out there today,” I said, effectively changing the subject, “you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women should go for a swim, now that I’ve myself finished supervising mowing of the lawn you can take the cover off the pool.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“When did you get a pool?”
“Oh, about a year and a half ago.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.
“And you never told me!”
“I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mentioned it to you.”
“Oh, must have slipped my mind then. Sorry.”
“I guess you’re forgiven, but now that I know, let’s go for a swim.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked at the clock on the wall. “Okay, I’ve still got plenty of time.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“It’s only half past three, even if we swam for two hours, you’d still have plenty of time!”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr poked her tongue out at her and said,
Then she too started laughing.*
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Ħafsah Nisār sat down, smiled reassuring Muħammad Jamīl and stared at him.
“You look troubled…Mama’s little boy isn’t getting all jealous of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, is he?”
Her lipstick was touched up but still somewhat smeared.
Muħammad Jamīl knew it was from me, going down on him upstairs.
Muħammad Jamīl knew when Al Ħafsah Al Nisār said that Muħammad Jamīl had to ‘confess’.
Muħammad Jamīl told her what he was really thinking.
“Ma’am, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū, Durgesh, said you were with the two other Musalmān Beauties last night…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār quickly put her finger to her lips, shssssss’s him…
“Oooo, you jealous little impotent. That isn’t any of your business, is it?” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward on the couch. “How did you find that out??? What me and my boyfriend Durgesh do out of this house shouldn’t concern you.”
“He told me, he brought it up…” Muħammad Jamīl felt his face turn bright red.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār laughed, smiled and looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“He did, did he?”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stared at Muħammad Jamīl.
“Would you like to play with your little thing, like Mama to let you touch yourself through your cage? Tell me!”
“Yes, please, Mama. Please.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at Al Ħafsah Al Nisār.
“Go ahead, do it while Ammī watches.” Al Ħafsah Al Nisār sat back in the chair, and crossed her legs.
Her high heel dangled off one foot.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār had still covered with my Hindu cum.
She was about to make Muħammad Jamīl clean her.
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl played with his shaved balls and little cut Musalmān nūnī in the harness…don’t dare ask to take it off, only Ammī would say when that happens.
“I wasn’t going to tell you about this. You are such a jealous little boy. But if your Hindu father has brought it up, why should I care. He took me for drinks. We met two of his Musalmān ladies clients, pure accident. We stayed and one thing led to another. I could tell that they both wanted Durgesh, flirted with him the whole time in the bar. So could he, I could tell he was getting very turned on by them flirting with him. We went back to the room of one of them, very nice hotel room, way up on the top floor. We got drinks there too…and again, one thing led to another.
“Even Durgesh was surprised, I just stood in front of them and took my dress off…showed them the cute outfit you helped me put on earlier. Muħammad Jamīl, I knew that’s why we were there. They loved the lace top black stockings, baby. And did Durgesh tell you that I told them in detail that I was Durgesh’s… Durgesh’s little Musalmān slut, told them how he sometimes treated me like his Musalmān slut, on my persistent request, however, of course.”
She watched as Muħammad Jamīl stroked his little cut Musalmān nūnī …”
“We teased them a little, I pulled my panties just a little bit…got them real hot and bothered. That’s when Durgesh asked them if they wanted to get fucked in your Ammī’s presence. I sat and watched as they took their panties down. They let them fall to the floor stepped out of them and knelt on the bed.
“One faced me, rear up high on her hands and knees. They each took their turn, Durgesh fucked each of us twice from behind, one after the other. I was so fucking wet, I couldn’t believe it!
“I did it for Durgesh, was happy to please my ever fantastic Hindu man. And then the first one, which I thought was incredible, asked me to suck Durgesh, even after cumming thrice…I looked at Durgesh, he nodded to do it. I did until Durgesh came again. On my knees in the middle of the room, I sucked Durgesh for almost half an hour…was so hot being watched, made wet all over again! Hotel window was open too…we were way up high but I was hoping somebody in another hotel was watching. After all that we left I put my clothes back on and we walked out. Laughed so hard in the all way I think somebody would tell us to shut up…Muħammad Jamīl, I had never done anything like that before…LOVED it! As soon as we got to Durgesh’s car he was all over me. My baby, Durgesh fucked me in the car in the hotel parking lot, couldn’t keep his hands off of me was so turned on. As soon as we got into his car, just took me.
“ Durgesh Fucked me nonstop for over an hour, skirt up over my rear in the front seat, cum soaked panties down around my ankles, rear up high, my face to the window…took me from behind on the front seat. He made me cum twice! He’s real good at that…when I came in the other night I could barely walk, honey. When we got back here he wanted to do it again…the man is insatiable. I was so sore I had to deny him, he was real good about it, didn’t get upset. Muħammad Jamīl, I gave Durgesh a hand job in our drive way. It was the least I could do, couldn’t let him go away all furious with me. You were so nice to be waiting for me. Don’t think I don’t appreciate that.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār leaned forward, uncrossed her legs, put her feet on the floor and leaned elbows on her knees.
“When I sucked Durgesh he watched me, just like I’m watching you now, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār stood up and turned her back to Muħammad Jamīl, lowered her sexy ruffled panties…
He could see my huge red hand prints on her perfectly round heavy big Musalmān asscheeks.
“I let Durgesh finish in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth when we were in the driveway.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār put her hands on her hips, looked back over her shoulder,
“Stop playing with that little thing, get over here and lick your wife. Be a good little husband! Got all turned on by talking dirty like that…get over here, baby.”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her gorgeous heavy Musalmān asscheeks.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to crawl to her.
“Mmmmmm, that’s it, baby…get your face up in there. Do it! I don’t want one drop of Durgesh’s ever precious Hindu cum left on me when I’m finished with you. I haven’t showered yet. There’s still plenty of him all inside me. Might even let you make me cum with that sexy mouth of yours..”
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, start to moan softly as his ever greedy Musalmān tongue worked up over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and rear.
Muħammad Jamīl felt my dried Hindu cum, matted on her trimmed extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
He could taste me as he dripped out of her…pushing her rear back against his face.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār reached back and spread her cheeks wider with both hands…
“Ooooooooo, Muħammad Jamīl, I know I kept you around for some reason, you are a very good little Musalmān husband! You are so fucking good at that! Yes, baby…that makes Mama felt real good…Oooooooooo…”
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār arched her back and pushed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot back onto Muħammad Jamīl’s mouth.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his nose up into her rear.
Muħammad Jamīl pushed his tongue in and out of her to taste her now, not me.
Then as Muħammad Jamīl thought Al Ħafsah Al Nisār was clean, he could just appreciate the taste of her sweet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…he dripped out of her gorgeous glamorous perfectly round firm heavy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too, as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār spread, my Hindu cum still deepest inside her, ran onto his bearded Musalmān face.
Muħammad Jamīl cleaned her as she cum against his face…felt her hand reach back and take Muħammad Jamīl by his hair.
Al Ħafsah Al Nisār held Muħammad Jamīl tight and in place as Al Ħafsah Al Nisār rubs against him.
Muħammad Jamīl could barely breathe as he heard and felt her start to cum, hard.
Heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Ħafsah Al Nisār, say…’my little bitch‘.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed scarlet and jabbed her in the ribs.
It was true of course but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to pretend that it wasn’t, hadn’t she?
“Don’t ever tell anyone Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said that! It was a case of mistaken identity.”
“Don’t worry,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said winking slyly at me. “Your dirty little secret is safe with me.” And she started laughing again.
Allah! Oh God! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned inwardly as outwardly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed along with her.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s dearest friend, if you only knew.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned onto her back and threw back the covers a little exposing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s upper body.
“Oooh, they’re nice, where’d you get them?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked with interest as she touched the bottom of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lace chemise.
“Hmm? Oh, I got them at a little boutique called ‘Helena’s’. They were on special for sixty percent off! I thought they were deleting the line.”
“Oh pooh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grumbled. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I would’ve liked to have gotten some of them.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled,
“Have a look in my suitcase, right hand side at the front.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah confused.
“Do you really thought I would only get one when they were going so cheap? You can have any color except the black one.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her.
Understanding broke and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled broadly at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as she jumped off the bed and knelt beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s suitcase.
Throwing open the lid, she rummaged around a little in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bag.
Finding what she was searching for in no time she pulled a few from the case.
“These have still got their tags on!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr exclaimed in excitement.
“Yeah, well I only got them a couple of days ago, and I haven’t really had the chance to wear them all.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said smiling. “Besides I thought the powder blue and the baby pink would go better with your skin tone than mine.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr grinned,
“Thanks, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr held the panties against her hips, swapping between the colors.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love them, thank you!”
“Hey what a friends for, if not to find killer lingerie bargains!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and laughed again, winking at her. “Besides I think Vikram will like them just as much.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr blush and smiled again.
“So is Vikram here now? Do Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah have to get up and be sociable?”
“No, it’s just me and Durgesh here at the moment. Vikram won’t be back to pick me up until seven thirty.”
“What is the time?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked reaching for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s watch. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the time and saw it was nearly a quarter to three in the afternoon. “Geez, I’ve nearly slept the whole day away.”
“You must have needed it.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, still looking over her recent acquisitions.
“More than you know.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and smiled inwardly. “I suppose I should get up and have a shower. I’m still all smelly from last night.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cringed, what the hell was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doing? The memory of last night was still at the forefront of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was making vague innuendoes about it to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah must have had a friendship death wish or something.
Or maybe like all extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to share Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s utmost excellent experience of Durgesh with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend.
The only problem was, the experience she’d had was with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner, and that was definitely something Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t share with her.
Not now, maybe not ever!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat up and winced as pain shot through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nether regions.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed not to hiss at the sudden pain so Åāýéshah Abū Bakr didn’t even notice.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed silently to herself.
This could all get very messy if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wasn’t careful.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still gathering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nerve to actually stand, when Åāýéshah Abū Bakr looked over at her and stood.
Making her way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door, she said,
“I’ll let you go have a shower. Come out to the kitchen when you’re finished and I’ll have some lunch waiting for you.”
As if by magic, the very mention of food set Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbling.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered then that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t eaten anything, well any food anyway, since the meal she’d had on the plane yesterday.
“That sounds wonderful. Thanks Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr left her alone, closing the door after herself and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah breathed a big sigh of relief.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really needed to be more careful…
What was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saying?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed to stop altogether.
This was a dangerous game that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have been playing in the first place.
It was all very well to allow something like this to happen once.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was a stronger girl than that, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could control Herself, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to control herself, for Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
This would shatter her, not to mention their friendship, if she ever found out.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah resolved, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowly raised herself off the bed – to never let it happen again.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body screamed in protest at the change in elevation.
The ache in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, back and ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was intense and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face screwed up in a scowl as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gritted her teeth against the agony.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body had never been used so hard before!
A hot, hot, shower was just what the doctor ordered.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah limped over to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, pulling clothes out without really looking at them, and grabbed a towel.
The bathroom was a little down the hall and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made Her way there Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah prayed for salvation as Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body let her know just how badly she’d been mistreated.
But the memory of it still sent shivers down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about last night, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah imagined Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could still feel My Uncut Hindu Lund thumping into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had to squeeze Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs together to halt the tingle that was developing.
In the bathroom Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned on the hot water tap in the shower.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked longingly at the tub. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would have loved to have taken a bath, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have the luxury of time, and besides Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was in the kitchen making her lunch.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach grumbled again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed.
Hunger was going to win out.
The shower did wonders for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s aching muscles and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah soon felt almost human again.
Dressing as quickly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was soon out of the bathroom and headed toward the kitchen.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah neared the door, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slowed, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach filled with butterflies at the thought of me sitting at the kitchen table with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
Allah, God, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was bound to notice the tension between us.
How on earth was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah going to pull this off?
Hopefully she would think Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah little embarrassed over mistaking me for Vikram yesterday and thought nothing of it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a fortifying breath and walked into the kitchen. *
As it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shouldn’t have worried.
Only Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sat at the table, two plates with sandwiches on them in front of her.
“There you are!” She said. “C’mon the breads going to go stale,” she pointed at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s plate.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t need to be told again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat down and tucked in.
Munching away on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chicken and salad sandwich Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wondered where I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, had gone.
As casually as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked,
“I thought you said Durgesh was here?”
“He is.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr answered pointing at the kitchen window. “Listen.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear and listened hard.
The dull thrum of a lawn mower could be heard outside.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hadn’t even noticed it until Åāýéshah Abū Bakr brought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s attention to it.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was out supervising the mowing of the lawn.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed in relief and wondered how long that would take me.
“Doesn’t Durgesh own the HVSI businesses anymore?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried Åāýéshah Abū Bakr.
“Of course he does. Why do you ask?” She responded.
“Well, shouldn’t he be at work today? I remember he used to work sometimes Saturdays even.”
“Oh Durgesh hasn’t worked Saturdays in ages now. Geez it’s been nearly two years now. He’s finally taking a bit of time off for himself.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr sighed. “It was one of the reasons Ammī gave about why she had separated from him. I was never home enough.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched Åāýéshah Abū Bakr cunningly.
“Do you really believe what your Ammī reasoned her separation?”
“Hell, no.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled gravely, “Nevertheless, I can’t blame her. Almost the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah was criticizing her. Abbū felt so humiliated that he even offered her a clandestine extramarital affair with Durgesh with his NOC, NO OBJECTION CERTIFICATE. She had nothing to lose actually.”
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When Muħammad Åbdullah dated Kħadījah Al Kubrah in college Muħammad Åbdullah knew she was seeing me now and then too.
Our sex was excellent and she seemed to really love the way we made love together.
After dating a year Muħammad Åbdullah asked her to marry him.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah very passionately and cried.
She told Muħammad Åbdullah she wanted to think about it for a few days.
Then one evening she put her hands on Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders and told Muħammad Åbdullah she loved him.
“I love you Muħammad Åbdullah but I can never marry you. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.”
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned.
She turned away.
Muħammad Åbdullah saw tears streaming from her eyes.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her arm and pulled her around.
“Why? I think you at least owe me an answer.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, it just wouldn’t be fair to you. It just wouldn’t be right. I couldn’t do that to you. I just can’t, I love you too much.” She turned again and started away.
Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her again.
“Hey, that isn’t an answer. What have I done wrong. What the hell did I do?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah whirled at Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“NOTHING! You have never done anything wrong. You are a sweet, considerate, loving man. No, any woman would be very lucky to get you. It is not you, it’s me.”
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, you are killing me. I need to know more. What is wrong with you?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah. There are several reasons. First, I have type A blood, you have type O blood. We might be able to have babies but they would either die before or soon after birth. There are a few successful births with treatment of the mother during pregnancy but it is chancy. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t think it would be fair to conceive any child knowing it would likely die. I can’t do that.
The second thing is Durgesh. Muħammad Åbdullah, I still have sex with Durgesh. I can’t stop it. I’m obsessed perhaps as so many other Musalmān Beauties are, other Musalmān houseladies, to have sex with Durgesh.I have slipped off from you and had sex with him several times. He is a wonderful lover with a really huge Uncut Hindu Penis. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t know if I can live with out it. You are a wonderful lover too. But you are just not in his class. Oh! We are not in love. I only love you. But I have to have that Uncut Hindu Cock now and then; it is addictive. If I married you Muħammad Åbdullah, I would have to cheat on you now and then. I couldn’t do that. So now you know. You will be much better off with someone else. Now let go of my arm.”*
Muħammad Åbdullah suspected it.
It was no news to him.
He had already argued with himself.
So what? Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid after she already had even more than one husband.
He has been named after that great personality.
Can’t he follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter?
It’s easy to enjoy the glory of having that great name.
It’s hard to live that name even in some matters, not in all of them.
Muħammad Åbdullah controlled himself.
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, if we just live together you wouldn’t be cheating on me. We can adopt a baby or you can find a sperm donor and have a baby. Lots of people have babies that way.”
She stood and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
She threw her arms around his neck.
“Oh! Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful, I love you so much. Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t have babies unless I am married, my parents would disown me. They have a right to have grand children. Let me think about this.”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked into her eyes,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will do anything. I can’t live with out you. Please think of something. If I don’t hear from you by tomorrow night I will assume you think there is no possible way we can be together. I will not be able to be this close to you and not see you; therefore I will leave for Makka Mukarramah the next morning. I will never bother you again. May I have a good night kiss?”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and cried holding him tightly.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, I will always love you, Good night.” Muħammad Åbdullah turned and walked away.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in his little apartment staring at the walls wondering how to get to Makka Mukarramah.
There was a soft rap on the door.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at the clock.
Muħammad Åbdullah went to the door and opened it.
A warm little body grabbed him and kissed him.
It was Kħadījah Al Kubrah.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah kissed Muħammad Åbdullah and said,
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I love you too Muħammad Åbdullah. You are very smart, tell me how we can do this and Muħammad Åbdullah, I will marry you, Muħammad Åbdullah, I will.”
“Marry me. I will give you my permission to have sex with Durgesh from time to time. you can let him father our children. Will that work for you?” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely.
“Gosh! Let me think about it.”
“There will have to be a contract between us saying Durgesh will relinquish all claims to the children and that Muħammad Åbdullah will be listed on the birth certificate as the father. No claim can then be made against him for child support or anything. I want you to sign an agreement regarding your sex with Durgesh. Each instance will have to be approved by me in advance.
If you want Durgesh to make you pregnant you will need to schedule it on your most fertile days and go off the pill in advance. You will never be out later than midnight and Muħammad Åbdullah will always be informed as to where you will be. You will never communicate with him in any manner without me seeing or hearing those communications. The frequency will be set at no more than once every six months, subject to review and negotiation biannually. Muħammad Åbdullah will always be treated with the utmost respect and courtesy by both of you. Any breach of this agreement will result in ceasing of your sex sessions with him and/or is grounds for an uncontested divorce. How is that? Will that work for you?”
“It works for me, I’ll ask Durgesh if he will agree with it.”
“You said he didn’t love you, why wouldn’t then he agree? Do you want to marry him? Is that what you want?”
“No Muħammad Åbdullah, I would never marry him. He is a Hindu after all. Sex with a Hindu is one thing, but marriage with a Hindu is quite another thing at all. I hope you are prudent enough to understand the distinction. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t even really like him. He is arrogant and self-centered even if he has redeeming features. I could never live with him. He feels the same about me. He says Muħammad Åbdullah, I am the best fuck in the world but other than that he thinks Muħammad Åbdullah, I am not any fun to be around.”
“Ok then, I will wait about leaving until I hear from you. Is two days enough?”
“One day should do it.”
The next day Kħadījah Al Kubrah knocked on his door at 7:30 in the morning.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was grinning from ear to ear.
“Durgesh agreed to sign the papers. How soon can you have them ready? I’ll get him to sign them as soon as you have them ready.”
“I’ll have them this morning. I’ll meet you here at noon, OK?”
“Oh! Yes, dear. I’ll be here.”
Muħammad Åbdullah drew up the papers and had them checked by a friend who was an attorney.*
He met Kħadījah Al Kubrah at noon and gave her the papers.
Both their signatures needed to be notarized.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah didn’t knock on his door until eight that night.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
She had a glow on her face.
“You have been fucking Durgesh haven’t you?”
“Yes, a ‘good bye’ fuck. These papers don’t go into effect until we are married. Right?”
Muħammad Åbdullah turned, walked to the window and stared out at the night.
He felt her little hand on his arm.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked down.
Her eyes were huge,
“Did I do wrong, Muħammad Åbdullah?”
“I guess you went by what it said on the paper in some respects. You didn’t pay any attention to the prior approval part though. Actually you are right. The agreement means nothing unless we get married, if we do.”
“What? If we do? What do you mean?”
“Well you seem to want to go by the exact letter of the agreement but not by the intent or spirit of the pact. I guess I need to rethink this. You were with him for eight hours. You left me sitting waiting. In my mind that doesn’t show any respect, courtesy or consideration.” Muħammad Åbdullah led her to the door, maybe you need to say ‘good bye’ to Durgesh again. I’ll think about this, I’ll call you.”
She stared at Muħammad Åbdullah with tears running down her face.
Muħammad Åbdullah softly closed the door,
“We both need to think about this, and I’ll call you.”
The door clicked shut.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her slide down the door and hit the floor.
Muħammad Åbdullah heard her sobbing.
Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stand it.
Opened the door, helped her to her feet and sat her in a chair.
Muħammad Åbdullah wet a hand towel and gave it to her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wiped her eyes and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
Muħammad Åbdullah sat in front of her,
“Kħadījah Al Kubrah, do you remember
Åāyeshah Abu Bakr?”
“Your old girl friend? Yes I remember her. She is very pretty.”
“Well, Åāyeshah Abu Bakr called me yesterday and we talked for a while. She broke up with her boyfriend last month. She asked if she could come over and see me. I asked her if she wasn’t just horny and needed a good fuck. She admitted that was the case. I told her I would get back with her. If you will excuse me I think I will call her now.”
“You are going to fuck her?”
“Well why not? We aren’t married. Can you give me any reason why I shouldn’t? At least I am giving you a little warning.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” Kħadījah Al Kubrah said curtly suddenly, “if you really want to marry me, I don’t want you to fuck her.”
“Well, for heaven’s sake why not, I don’t love her, it will just be sex for old times’ sake. She is a very good piece of Musalmān ass.”
Kħadījah Al Kubrah stood up, looked at Muħammad Åbdullah contemptuously and marched out the door.
Her head was held high aggressively.
The next morning when Muħammad Åbdullah returned from a class Kħadījah Al Kubrah was waiting at his door.
He greeted her respectfully.
“We need to talk, Kħadījah Al Kubrah.”*
Muħammad Åbdullah unlocked the door.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah entered and sat at his little kitchen table.
She pointed to the chair opposite her.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah watched Muħammad Åbdullah for a minute then said,
“You didn’t call her, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.”
“Oh! Why not?”
“Because it wasn’t worth the hurt it would cause you.”
“I never even considered how what I did would hurt you. It just didn’t occur to me how that would hurt you. How much it has to hurt you to sign that agreement. How much you must love me to even thing of letting me do that. If you ever want another woman, how can I ever refuse you? I do love you Muħammad Åbdullah, Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do, and I just can’t bear the thought of you leaving me. You just taught me a lesson, Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t forget. Muħammad Åbdullah, I don’t have to put our agreement to use, do I?”
Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at her,
“No, I won’t force you to use the agreement.”*
They were married in a small ceremony a month later.
During the football season they watched Dallas play every Sunday.
Then one day, a year after they were married, Kħadījah Al Kubrah told Muħammad Åbdullah that Dallas was going to play in LA in two weeks.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
“Are you ready to start our family?”
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her for a long time.
“Is that what you want? How does that fit with your fertility cycle?”
“It fits perfectly. And yes, my beloved husband, Muħammad Åbdullah, I do want a child.”
“How would you want to handle this?”
“I guess I would try to meet Durgesh somewhere for a couple of hours.”
“I made you a promise, I will honor that commitment. Keep me advised of what you are doing.”
An hour later she handed Muħammad Åbdullah a copy of an e-mail she had sent to me.
She asked the usual questions about how everything was going.
In the last paragraph she reminded me of our agreement and said Kħadījah Al Kubrah would be available while I was in LA and to advise her if I were still interested.
She showed Muħammad Åbdullah my reply the next day when Muħammad Åbdullah came home from work.
I said I was very much interested and that I would let her know in a later e-mail where to meet me and when.
Muħammad Åbdullah could see Kħadījah Al Kubrah was pleased.
Muħammad Åbdullah asked her if Kħadījah Al Kubrah was happy because Kħadījah Al Kubrah was going to get properly fucked after all that time or because she might be getting pregnant.*
Kħadījah Al Kubrah burst into tears, ran to their bed and cried.
She came out later and said she would cancel the meeting.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“No, we have an agreement. Nothing in that agreement says I have to LIKE letting you fuck another man. I hate it. Because I love you beyond all reason I will let you have four chances with Durgesh. I know that the odds are against your getting pregnant in only four tries. After that I think we will explore other options.”
That night she hugged Muħammad Åbdullah and initiated sex.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was very excited and hot that night.
She had on his favorite baby doll gown.
She pushed Muħammad Åbdullah down on the bed and kissed him passionately.
She pulled the top of her gown off, took her breast in her hand and placed the nipple in his mouth.
Her little hand searched for his cut Cock and found it.
It was soft and didn’t respond to her attentions.
She sat up and looked at Muħammad Åbdullah.
“What’s wrong, don’t you love me anymore?”
“Yes I love you but I am not really stupid, I know you are just excited because you will be fucking Durgesh in a couple of weeks. How am I supposed to feel?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I wanted you very much tonight because I went off the pill tonight and Muħammad Åbdullah, I won’t feel safe making love to you until I am back on them.”
Muħammad Åbdullah got up and said,
“Then I won’t tempt you until you are serviced by Durgesh. I’ll sleep in the other bedroom until then.”*
A week later she showed Muħammad Åbdullah the instructions she had received from me.
I gave her the name of a hotel, the room number and the time and date to meet me.
Muħammad Åbdullah put it on their bulletin board.
Muħammad Åbdullah looked at her.
“Durgesh wants you there at eight in the morning and says he will have you home by midnight?”
“Yes, we need to do it as many times as we can to insure I get pregnant.”
“Right. I’ll keep that in mind if I decide to get laid too!”
The weeks dragged by.
They barely spoke to each other.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah was up and dressed early on the morning Kħadījah Al Kubrah was to meet me.
Kħadījah Al Kubrah wore her favorite dress over a brand new bra and panty set.
Muħammad Åbdullah told her to take a bag with a change of clothes with her.
“Because I don’t want what you wear for him to ever come in this house again, understand?”
“Yes, you are really making this as hard on me as you can, aren’t you?”
Muħammad Åbdullah walked to her and looked her right in the eyes,
“Yes, I hate this and at this moment I hate you for what you are doing to me, no, to us. What do you expect? Do you believe that Casper Milquetoast shit they used to tease me about? What do you want me to do, go with you and lick his Uncut Hindu Cock for him so he is nice and slippery when I hold his Uncut Hindu Cock and put it in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for him? Get out of here, you don’t want to be late.”
She turned, walked over to the window and looked out.
She stood for a moment, then turned and walked back.
“Muħammad Åbdullah, I guess I don’t deserve anything of that. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want you to know and believe I really and truly love only you. Muħammad Åbdullah, I want us to have a baby otherwise I wouldn’t be going. Will you be here when I get home?”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Muħammad Jamīl never questioned Ħafsah Nisār, ever.
He hated having to clean her after she’s been with me but Muħammad Jamīl never talked back when she told him to do it.
Muħammad Jamīl usually did it at the door as Ħafsah Nisār returned home from a date.
He used to do the best he could imagine what it’s like to be allowed to go down on her without my presence, without my cum inside Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl had never told her that; never let her know he even think such a thing.
He said something about that once…only once.
Muħammad Jamīl got slapped and asked he wanted to be forbidden to service here like that.
He loved when she let Muħammad Jamīl do that for her, rewarded him by letting him be the source of her sexual pleasure, use his mouth to worship her.
Muħammad Jamīl thought Ħafsah Nisār knows this about him, knows his devotion to her and the pleasure Muħammad Jamīl get from pleasing her.
But Muħammad Jamīl knew that she doesn’t care and that she always comes first, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew that to service Ħafsah Nisār submissively is part of what Muħammad Jamīl does because he loved her.
Muħammad Jamīl hated the taste of me!
Hate tasting my Hindu cum and feel jealous that I came first as well, not Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl always imagined what it must be like to be the real man Durgesh is, have the Uncut Hindu Lund Ħafsah Nisār loves and adores.
Durgesh is her ever efficient, ever successful, Hindu lover and Muħammad Jamīl was only her cuckold Musalmān husband.
Ħafsah Nisār had been sitting in my car in the driveway.
We’d been out there for half an year at least.
Muħammad Jamīl had been waiting for her as he always did.
When Ħafsah Nisār finally came into the house, heard me drive off as she opened the front door, Ħafsah Nisār looked down at Muħammad Jamīl and smiled.
“Such a good little boy…I was looking forward to coming home. Believe it or not I do think about you, baby, thought about you and sometimes worry about you home all alone.”
As Ħafsah Nisār raised her skirt and looked down at Muħammad Jamīl, Muħammad Jamīl kissed her panties, smelled me all over her, and saw some of my Hindu cum on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān thigh…noticed more cum than usual, Ħafsah Nisār had covered with me…my Hindu cum all over the tops of her stocking too.
Muħammad Jamīl felt shame as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her gently.
Ħafsah Nisār asked if Muħammad Jamīl missed her while she was away.
Muħammad Jamīl told her yes, missed her terribly.
Ħafsah Nisār hummed as Muħammad Jamīl kissed her through her panties, on his knees in front of her…
Muħammad Jamīl buried his face in her.
Ħafsah Nisār pushed Muħammad Jamīl away,
She saw the look on his face as Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…
“You are such a good little boy! But not tonight, baby. Mama’s real tired, real sore too. I’m so sore. Can’t begin to tell you how Durgesh used me tonight, I just have to go to bed. But you’re very good boy to be waiting for me. Maybe tomorrow I’ll let you lick me.”
She smiled down at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl, and patted the side of his face.
She saw the panic in his face, Muħammad Jamīl didn’t dare talk back.
“Yes, Ma’am.”, Muħammad Jamīl looked to the floor as Ħafsah Nisār lowered her skirt.
“I just wanted you to kiss me when I came home, kiss your wife at the door. I really did miss you tonight, thought about you. Does that please you, baby?” She walked past Muħammad Jamīl, heels clicking on the floor as she headed to the stairs.
“Yes, Ma’am, thank you.”, Muħammad Jamīl watched her beautiful rear start up the stairs.
“You sleep in the basement tonight; Muħammad Jamīl, my boy, my ever obedient perfect slave, I don’t want to be disturbed or woken early.” She turned and looked at her ever inept Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl. “By the way, Durgesh appreciates everything you do at the office and he loves that you never bother me at home, pester me for sexual favors. Durgesh asked me about you, asked if you do. Muħammad Jamīl, he told me…he said to tell you that you are a very good boy not to bother me.”
Ħafsah Nisār looked at her ever incompetent Musalmān husband, Muħammad Jamīl,, seriously…
“You’re going to keep being a good, boy…right?”
Muħammad Jamīl looked up at her…naked, on his knees…
She turned and walked to her bedroom. “Muħammad Jamīl, Durgesh thought you’re about to get a pay raise at work.. He’ll talk to you about it.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard the door close.
Ħafsah Nisār had been seeing Durgesh regularly now for almost three months.*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought the words in her head but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t bring herself to utter them allowed.
My Hindu hips thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah from behind.
My balls banging up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen hood, stretching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips wider.
Every time Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back, I chuckled again.
“You won’t get it until you tell me you want it.” I warned, gently, teasing. “Say it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I was whimpering now, “Tell me; say, “Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wants you to fuck Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little Musalmān asshole too.” and I will honey, I’ll fuck your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass for as long as you want me too. But not until you expressly ask for it.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God! I need it very much there, please!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was getting wetter by the second and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī throbbing Musalmān clit was throbbing tremendously.
I knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it too bad, but I was determined that I wouldn’t do anything about it until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah especially asked me for it.
In my opinion, it was an abnormal wish.
In Tantr, sometimes it’s necessary.
But for pleasure only, I never did it unless someone especially asked me for it.
If only pleasure was to be enjoyed, it was not a human pleasure at all.
It was an animal pleasure.
But a man has to surrender to his sex partner’s wishes too, whether normal or abnormal, if it wasn’t harmful to anyone.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did want it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it.
The thought of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was driving her wild.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit was pulsing.
The ache was unbearable, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming, it wasn’t funny.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed, trying to wet her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to do this.
“Come on honey, tell me what you want.” Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt encouraged her softly from behind.
“Oh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, “I want you to fuck my tight little Musalmān ass too after you fuck my ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the words rush out of her before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lost her nerve, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel her face blushing furiously in embarrassment.*
Muħammad Jamīl could hear her through the door, hear her yell,
“Fuck, ooooooooooo!. Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu , ..fuck me…!” Baby…fuck me…”… Muħammad Jamīl also heard the sound of my Hindu hand across Ħafsah Nisār’s excellent Musalmān rear…SMACK!, heard me slap her ardent Musalmān rear as I fucked Ħafsah Nisār.
Muħammad Jamīl, Ħafsah Nisār’s duly married husband, could only think that Durgesh, his Hindu Jījū, his Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī, must be taking Muħammad Jamīl’s wife, Ħafsah Nisār, from behind, rear up for me to use.
Muħammad Jamīl hated that sound, wanted to run to her, make me stop.
Muħammad Jamīl know better.
“I am your complete little Musalmān bitch, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, you own me…ooooooooo, I’m your little girl, baby, fuck me…!”
Muħammad Jamīl heard us, muffled through the door…heard Ħafsah Nisār start to almost cry as I spanked and fucked her.
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, bury her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān face in the bed…hear me yell at her…
“You like that dirty talk, girl…enjoy it!”
SMACK, SMACK, SMACK!…
Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me I can do anything to her; heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, told me Ħafsah Nisār had me.
And Muħammad Jamīl knew how I used her like this.
Muħammad Jamīl knew about his ‘special need’, as she called it.
It’s the second time I’d fucked her.
I didn’t spank her the first time.
Ħafsah Nisār loved spanking herself.
She herself compelled me to spank her.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t even protest.
There wasn’t any use of it.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted to punish Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl had to surrender.
What the hell else could Muħammad Jamīl do, after all?
Muħammad Jamīl heard the bed springs.
I was really fucking her hard.
Muħammad Jamīl listened from down stairs, hang on our every sexual sound…feel his little cut Musalmān nūnī stiffen every time Ħafsah Nisār got penetrated by me.
I arrived an hour and a half ago, and walked past Muħammad Jamīl at the door.
I smiled at Muħammad Jamīl as he looked to the floor, naked and his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness locked tight.
“Is your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, upstairs, Sālé Miyān?”
“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī. Yes my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Jījū. Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl answered me.
I handed Muħammad Jamīl my coat.
“Take it.” I smiled at him humiliating Muħammad Jamīl immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl couldn’t do anything.
He had a little cut Musalmān nūnī, not my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Muħammad Jamīl was naked ironically, however.
He was always naked in the house usually.
Ħafsah Nisār wanted him so to disgrace him immensely.
Muħammad Jamīl felt my sympathetic yet proud confident Hindu eyes on Muħammad Jamīl. “Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, all day. Muħammad Jamīl, I had been thinking about spanking her too. Thinking about that hot great Musalmān ass. What’s she wearing now?”
“Green, Sir, all green. The outfit you bought her, the little girl outfit.”
“Mmmmm, I like that. My little girl, got that outfit off a sissy website, same one you got the pink ruffled panties for her off, She loves the ruffled panties on her, shows off that cute Musalmān rear end…had her describe that little outfit at a party last night, and two of my Musalmān lady clients were in the room. She told them about being dressed in lace panties and ankle sox for me.”
I took off my suit coat and handed it to Muħammad Jamīl…
“Got them so turned on! Wish she’d had it on last night. It was all spur of the moment, maybe next time dress her like that for them. She still looked very cute in the black stockings and panties she wore. Should have seen the look on my clients faces when she took her dress off, I wish you had a picture of that…maybe next time for that too.”
I looked at Muħammad Jamīl.
“I hope you didn’t bother her when she got home. She was very much worn out when Ħafsah Nisār left. She needs her rest and beauty sleep.”
I walked past Muħammad Jamīl.
Muħammad Jamīl knew why she didn’t let Muħammad Jamīl lick her clean now and knew why she was too sore and tired.
“No, Sir, I would never do that.”
I walked to the stairs,
“Get me a drink, Muħammad Jamīl, bring it to her room.”
Muħammad Jamīl heard me go into her bedroom and close the door behind me.
Ħafsah Nisār never let Muħammad Jamīl go down on her as she said she might, just had Muħammad Jamīl do house work all day, strictly.
She spent time preparing for me, went shopping, and when she came home Ħafsah Nisār let Muħammad Jamīl watch as she dressed and made up for me.
He could still see her, smell her perfume.
She was standing in a green short see-through robe, green lace little girl outfit on underneath it.
Ruffled panties, ruffled lace top ankle sox and 3″ green patent leather heels…no bra…her hair up in little girl pony tails in green ribbons on the side…red lipstick…
“Gorgeous, Ma’am…you are beautiful…”
Ħafsah Nisār cut Muħammad Jamīl off in mid-sentence.
Muħammad Jamīl felt as always, anxious, knew what was coming next.
“You are a very good boy, go down stairs, wait by the door and let Durgesh in when he comes. He likes when you do that.”
Ħafsah Nisār sat on the bed, checked herself in the mirror as Muħammad Jamīl left.
Muħammad Jamīl thought about that as he hurried to mix my juice, took it up to me…knocked on the door gently.
I opened the door, took it off the tray.
I had my pants and shoes off.
Muħammad Jamīl saw his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, in the mirror, sitting on the bed smiling…looking at me, not at Muħammad Jamīl…her robe was on the floor.
Muħammad Jamīl was at the down stairs door two hours later, when Muħammad Jamīl helped me on with my suit and over coat.
“I’ll see you at work, Sālé Miyān.” I said, looking down at his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, smiling and shaking my head.
“Yes, Sir.” Muħammad Jamīl looked at the floor.
He felt my naked almost impotent Musalmān body under my stare, felt his soft little cut Musalmān nūnī barely sticking out of his little cut Musalmān nūnī harness, barely saw the tip of it…shaved baby smooth.
My eyes were looking Muħammad Jamīl over.
I didn’t say another word to Muħammad Jamīl.
Just took my coat and left.
Muħammad Jamīl knelt by the door waiting for her…to ring the bell Ħafsah Nisār kept next to the bed…waited to clean her if she wanted Muħammad Jamīl to.
‘Ring, ring’ Muħammad Jamīl heard his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār, ring the bell, loudly.
Muħammad Jamīl hurried to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Nisār.*
I told her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt another big glob of ointment hit her outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
“Mmm, that’s all right. Okay.”
And then my Uncut Hindu Lund was pressing hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight front hole.
I wiggled my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s opening as I pressed down, making her whimper in expected pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it finally break the seal and I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān front hole.
The pain was minimal to begin with and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah enjoyed the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest inside her.
But then I started moving it, stroking in and out of her in time with my hips and the sensation it created was intense.
The pain made her hiss in a breath and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face scrunched up in an awful pleasant pleasure.
Sound freely escaped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat as the pleasure and pain reduced her to nothing but feelings.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was lost in the sensation of it all, the fact that I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner diminished in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind and I became just a man, a man that was fucking her passionately and wildly.
“Oh yeah!” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, smiled playfully.
My voice was rumbling in my chest.
My other hand reached around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hip and I began fingering Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit for me too.
It was all too much.
My fingers on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, my Uncut Hindu Lund in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, it all sent her skyrocketing towards a huge orgasm, and to push her that much faster, I started talking to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“Yeah, such a good little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, such a horny young adult Musalmān sex goddess! You love having your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot fucked by me, don’t you? “
My Hindu thrusts were getting faster and harder. “You’d love to feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund slide into your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pop that cherry wouldn’t you?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only smiled at me.
She didn’t say anything.
“Oh yeah; I can feel how wet that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours is getting just thinking about how My Uncut Hindu Lund would feel inside your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass …”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to clench down hard.
“Mmm, oh you’re close to squirting, aren’t you baby. C’mon Uncut Hindu Lund-tease, Musalmān sex goddess, cream for me, cum.”
My Hindu thrusts were hard and rough, almost violent as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips were repeatedly slammed against the sink top.
Cries of intense passion and pain being ripped from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat with every thrust, as I brought her closer to orgasm.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I want to feel you cream on My Uncut Hindu Lund now, wet it all down so I can unload my hot Hindu cum inside that quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot of yours, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had somehow pressed herself up onto her hands over the kitchen sink.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts bounced utmost enticingly from my extremely powerful Hindu thrusts.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs shook behind me close to collapsing, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t stop the primal sounds of fucking coming from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat,
“Agh, agh, agh… agh… please! Oh please, Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! What are you doing? None can believe you are sixty plus! You are killing me, my Hindu love,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s orgasm hit me like a truck.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was catching in her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was now clenching down tighter onto my Hindu length and making me groan as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah collapsed back over the sink in a shaking heap.
“Yes!” I grunted from behind her, “Oh yeah, here, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I cum honey, take it all!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hips thump into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah one last time and my Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed inside her, emptying my hot load of thick hot Hindu cum into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s awaiting clasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān love tunnel.
I thrust into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah a couple more times, milking my Uncut Hindu Lund with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
My breath was heaving.
My fingers were still cupped against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot, as we settled and came down from the high.
One by one, I removed my limbs from her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
My hand moved away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, leaving it to throb dully as it cooled.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hissed in pain; until finally it was time for me to pull out of her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew there would be no way for me to pull out without causing some amount of pain.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah absently braced herself dreading the thought of embarrassing herself by crying out.
I pushed into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah hard; one last time, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was starting to soften and then pulled back so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah barely felt me slip from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stretched opening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock at my quick retreat, because it felt so incredibly good, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot gush as my Hindu spunk followed my withdrawal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard me inhale deeply and then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips brush against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine that made her shiver.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to lift herself up, but her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body refused to obey her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head was spinning and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs felt like they were made of jelly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hands trail down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs, stroking the skin softly all the way to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles, where I took hold of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and gently pulled them up for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath was finally starting to settle into some sense of normalcy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried again to right her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, but again it failed to heed her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face was pressed awkwardly against the ribbed steel of the kitchen sink and I’m sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was drooling.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my rough hands then fix the straps on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise and pull the material up to cover Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still couldn’t make her limbs move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard the tap run and fought to open her eyes but they felt as heavy as lead and all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was flutter them uselessly in an attempt to see what her Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt was doing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was slowly sinking into the dark abyss of unconsciousness.
I had fucked her so hard.
Yet, she was grateful to me for it.
It had made her realize that she was not alone to love me.
I too loved her not less.
Only she was not dying to have me forever.
I too wanted her as my Live in Relationship Partner.
It was certainly a great honor for her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something cold and wet pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face and sluggishly realized that I was wiping Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face clean.
The wet rag moved to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s inner thighs as I wiped away that evidence too.
That done, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my lips press lightly against the corner of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I kissed her fiercely, passionately with intense love for her.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I whispered into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear as I brushed the hair back from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brow.
My intensely loving voice sounded penetrating her very soul.
“Come on honey. Let’s get back to bed.”
I dragged her up into a standing position and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself falling until my arms caught her up.
I cradled her against my chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah managed to get her eyes open enough to see that out the window morning had broken and the sky was changing from dull grey to pale blue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah only saw it for a few moments but can remember thinking how beautiful it looked before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sank back down into darkness.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awoke to the sound of muffled voices and groaned as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled over in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was immensely happy that I had fucked her whole night.
It was the proof that she was not imposing, not thrusting herself on me.
She was needed.
It was good that my entire rough primary attitude was ultimately melted into an extremely pleasant, honoring and immensely loving behavior.
We are not only fuckers now.
We were actually lovers.
Made for each other.
Mad for each other.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled now triumphantly.
She had succeeded now in winning the great Durgesh forever for herself.
She suspected it wouldn’t be so easy.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had made me somewhat bitter about even the other Jet Musalmān Beauties.
That was why I behaved with her so rough primarily.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ached with a vengeance.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt as though she’d been beaten with a really big stick.
Figuratively speaking, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah broke out in giggles as the thought flitted through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sobered quickly when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard footsteps approaching her door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach thrilled in anticipation.
Was it Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?
Was I coming back to do more to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
As painful as it was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit tingle, would her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body ever stop reacting like this.
There was a light knock at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah? Are you awake?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s voice called through the door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed, half in relief, half in disappointment.
“Yeah, come in.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called groggily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was after all only half-awake.
The door opened and in bounced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, full of beans and smiling broadly.
“Hey sleepy head.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed softly,
“Hiya. How was your night?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked, thinking to herself, mine was great!
“Fantastic!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr quietly squealed as she came over and sat on the bed beside her, a huge smile on her face. “Actually that’s why I was coming in here to wake you up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told her.
“Oh?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried, “Do tell.”
“Well, Vikram wanted to know if you wanted to come out with us again.”
“Really?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked in a teasing tone. “Are you sure about that? Are you sure that you didn’t kinda convince me that I wanted to know even though I didn’t?”
“What do you mean?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked trying to sound innocent.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“I knew it. He didn’t ask at all, did he?”
“Well no, but I know he won’t mind.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said.
“He’ll pretend not to mind, but believe me, he’ll mind.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed again, the merry sound masking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s relief at not having to go out again.
Oh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had missed Åāýéshah Abū Bakr terribly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted to spend time with her, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really want to spend time with her and Vikram and feel like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was intruding.
“I don’t want you to feel as though you’re being left out though, especially as you’re here for a holiday with me.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said guiltily.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sighed and smiled.
“I’d rather feel left out than feel like a spare wheel.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened her mouth to protest but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her quiet.
“I know you would never do it on purpose, hon. But believe me, three’s a crowd when you’re first starting out in a relationship. You don’t need me there to chaperone. You go out and have fun. I’ll be fine here. I’m still jet lagged anyways and cranky, so I won’t be very good company. Besides, if I get really bored, I can always go annoy Durgesh.” Having finished Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little rant, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed at her.
“Oh I’m sure Durgesh won’t mind. At least he’d have someone to talk to.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said seriously. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I worry about him sometimes. You know, he hasn’t even brought a girlfriend here since I could feel awkward in his scrupulously erroneous opinion. I’m a big girl now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. I understand his extraordinary needs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr confided in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
It was on the tip of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue to say, “I could’ve fooled me,” but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t, instead saying, “Really?”
“Yeah. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I mean it can’t be healthy for a man to be celibate for that long surely.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly choked on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own saliva as Åāýéshah Abū Bakr spoke, but managed to remain quiet and in control even though Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was unable to look at her just then.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I know I shouldn’t be talking like this, he is Durgesh and all, but sometimes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I wish he’d just go out and get himself laid.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did choke then, coughing roughly and trying to clear her throat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dropped her head even more worried that the guilty look on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face would be too easily read.
“Are you all right?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped trying to help Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah recover.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah waved her away, and as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat cleared Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started laughing.
The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that at least if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was laughing she wouldn’t see the guilt.
Here was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend telling her she wished Durgesh would go out and get laid, and here Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking, “Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, if you only knew!” As it was, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t say anything of the like to her.
“What? What’s so funny?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr demanded a little upset at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reaction.
“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, how do you know that Durgesh doesn’t? Isn’t he utmost infamous for almost 24x7x365 fucking us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said unthinkingly to cover her reaction.
“What do you mean? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I just know. He never says he’s going out or even gone out in all this time I’ve been living here.”
“But Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gently, committed to answering now that I’d put Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s foot in it. “That doesn’t mean that Durgesh hasn’t gone out. How often do you go out; either with friends or with Vikram? Durgesh could have easily gone out on his own then.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face crinkled.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I suppose, but Durgesh would tell me. He tells me everything, we’re like best friends.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself remembering the night we’d spent together and then felt ashamed of Herself.
“Maybe; but Hon, do you honestly thought Durgesh doesn’t get laid? If he went out tonight he’d be able to pull so much excellent Musalmān ass it wouldn’t even be funny.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her truthfully. “I think you’re not giving Durgesh enough credit.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah also thought you’re getting into it too much and should shut the hell up! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to herself.
The last thing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed was to slip up and mention something that could land her in a load of hot water.
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Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had to fly to Ved Nagar from Miami.
His Ammī had returned to Ved Nagar.
His daughters also accompanied him.
They reached Ved Nagar even sooner than Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had anticipated.
Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD retorted,
“Yes, I can see Bājī. You live here now.”
“Not only myself. It’s a City of Parahumen and zillionaires. Believe it or not, there are persons now who suspect this City is the Capitol of HVS.”
“Allah, Bājī, you and your Durgesh addiction.”
“It’s Scientific Achievement, my dear. They say: ‘There wasn’t any Mi’raj. It isn’t possible.’ Nonsense.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī wanted to do all the foolish things a son did to his Ammī after a separation.
“Time Traveler, I’m not your Ammī. I’m your Ammī’s very very personal lady robot.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t believe his eyes.
He would have jumped showing his immense surprise if the lady robot hadn’t requested him,
“Your Ammī doesn’t want this secret known to anyone except yourself.”***
Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī couldn’t afford to look his daughters even.
He doubted he might give away to his daughters.
It would not be in accordance his Ammī’s plans.
“It’s good to see you, Ammī, again.” He managed to say somehow.
He didn’t know even when the lady robot exactly identical to her was made by his Ammī.
He knew however his Ammī herself had time traveled when she was nineteen only.
Her finger closed to a comfortable but not painful pressure and then released it.
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī hoped earnestly that the creature’s unreadable eyes could not penetrate his mind.
Allah, did his own mother wanted to keep more efficient eyes on him?
Why otherwise she had sent her very personal robot to welcome him?
Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah was a mystery herself.
He pinched himself.
No, he was not dreaming.
He was very much awake.
It was surprising to him that even after knowing that it was not his Ammī, a lady robot instead, all of him was still concentrated into a feeling of an intense love for his Ammī.
He never believed that his Ammī fed him her vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý instead of milk ab initio.
But, yes, since he came to his own senses, Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was licking his Ammī’s vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý.
There was a rumor that his Ammī was preparing to claim that she was Ummil Rasūlallāh Ħuzūrsreincarnated.
He had laughed.
“Then perhaps she is preparing to claim myself Ħuzūrs himself.”
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr looked at him gravely.
“I won’t be surprised if Ammījān claims it.”
“Nonsense.” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī thundered at his ever best friend.
“I haven’t told you something myself, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed ironically.
“Don’t tell me that your Ammī is also doing the same thing with you too.”
“No, but someone else is performing that role for her.”
“What?” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was startled.
“My wife.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.
Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled,
“I see. That’s why your services are obtained?”
“Keep it to yourself.”
“Tell me one thing if you know.”
“There is a rumor that Ammījān is planning to claim she is…”
“Is it right?”
“If it is, it’s part of the amendment of time cycles.”
“You don’t know?”
“I’m told only what she thinks necessary.”
It was not good to whisper in the presence of his daughters.
“Ten thousand robots per human is the current ratio.”
“All of them are lady robots ?”
“Allah, isn’t it costly in itself, ‘Ten thousand robots per human’, I mean?”
On the surface, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was just a grand looking Turk Musalmān woman in her early thirties.
An extremely beautiful face with long, black hair and distinguishable Arabian features inherited from her Ammī.
She always wore lose fitting clothing that hid her figure pretty well.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā considered it shameful to show herself in public, a result of years of Orthodox Muslim school teaching.
She had remained almost a virgin until her late twenties when she married her husband.
And even with him, her idea of sex was that of a quick missionary-style fuck.
She would never allow him to go down on her, or even entertain the thought of sucking him.
Although she did desire to cum herself during sex.
But usually had her husband rub her clit with his fingers to bring her to climax before having him mount her for a quick session.
In addition to being conservative, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was also quite a snob.
Her family had done well for themselves over the years, and being rich, she did not have to worry about finances ever.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā always considered herself a step above those around her.
So it was easy for her to quit working once her husband completed his residency and became a staff surgeon in a local hospital.
Unfortunately, his job required him to attend several medical conferences each year, often leaving Jamīlah Bū Pāshā home alone.
Little did she know that one of his reasons for going alone was to often find someone to pleasure him as a gay since he couldn’t declare his being a gay at home.
On Friday morning, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped her husband off at the airport.
He was flying to Kansas to spend the weekend with his Ammī, then off to Washington for a two-day conference.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was planning to leave early the next morning for a couple nights away at a hot springs spa herself and would no doubt be out of contact with her husband until Monday night.
On her way home from the airport Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had the misfortune of getting a flat tire.
She managed to reach a service station.
She waltzed into the service bay and requested that someone replace her tire.
The attendant politely took her information but when he didn’t move quickly enough for her, she became demanding to the point of being insulting.
Moreover her attitude showed.
Still, the 18-year old Hindu attendant took down her information, then slowly, very slowly, had her tire repaired and replaced back onto the vehicle.
Instead of being grateful, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā called the manager to task for hiring such a dim-witted idiot to work there, paid her bill, and left.
Shankar Mahā Rudr did not like the way he was treated by Jamīlah Bū Pāshā one bit.
He detested arrogant Musalmān women like her.
And hearing her complaints to his manager had made things worse.
Shankar Mahā Rudr stewed over the incident the rest of the day.
Then decided that he wanted to get revenge.
Shankar Mahā Rudr had overheard Jamīlah Bū Pāshā on her cell phone while she was waiting.
He heard her mention that her husband was out of town and that she was going to be out of town as well.
Shankar Mahā Rudr went to the file cabinet and pulled out the day’s tickets, finding hers he took note of the address.
A pretty nice neighborhood a little more than sixty-miles from where he lived.
Shankar Mahā Rudr guessed that she probably only drove this far from home when she needed to go to the airport.
Thinking that her home would be empty for the weekend, Shankar Mahā Rudr decided to call a few of his Hindu buddies and pay the house a visit.
He thought that when she returned home to find the place ransacked and robbed that she would have a taste of what it felt like to be abused by someone.
Shankar Mahā Rudr was under educated as most of the Musalmīn were.
Shankar Mahā Rudr had discovered his real Hindu father was a multi-millionaire.
That night Shankar Mahā Rudr picked up three of his friends: Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý, two cousins, ages 19 and 18, who had grown up with Shankar Mahā Rudr, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, a tall Hindu kid who had dropped out of high school and spent a couple years wandering from town to town before settling down in their town.
At 21, Mohan Giridhar was the oldest of the group.
They drove the sixty miles to where Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lived.
Passed through the neighborhood checking things out.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī had plenty of experience with breaking and entering and offered his best advice.
He was particularly pleased to see that the house they targeted was pretty secluded with a nice long driveway.
Thick woods blocked one entire side from view from the street.
They pulled into the driveway, cut the lights and engine, and coasted down behind the trees and rolled off into the grass beside the garage where their car would be hidden from view.
There were no lights on in the house, or on any of the other nearby homes.
Not surprising for 2:00 am.
To avoid any possible alarm system they climbed a tree in the back yard and hopped onto the awning over the patio.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī found the bathroom window and used a small, thin piece of metal to slip it through the crack and unlock the window.
Then the four Hindu men slid easily into the bathroom and began creeping down the hall.
Finding the bedroom first, they walked in.
Since this was on the backside of the house, they didn’t worry about light and flicked the switch.
To their shock and surprise, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was asleep in the bed.
When the light came on, she awoke with a start.
She jumped from the bed screaming.
She was dressed in a thin nightgown that did little to hide her extremely beautiful Turk Musalmān assets.
Her ample Turk Musalmān breast swayed under the material and her blue panties were clearly visible.
“Oh fuck!” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled out upon their discovery.
Both Junior and Vikram Āditý stood frozen in near panic.
If not for Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī Jamīlah Bū Pāshā probably would have been able to rush out the door and perhaps make it to safety.
But the big Hindu man, acting with the instinct of one who had perhaps been in such situations before, jumped before her, wrapping his thick Hindu arms around her body and dove onto the bed pinning her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body beneath him.
When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream again Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī shoved a pillow over her face.
“Shit! Someone get me some fucking rope or something!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled, trying to hold the kicking Turk Musalmān woman in place.
“Where?” Shankar Mahā Rudr replied.
“How the fuck do I know!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled back. “Look around!”
The three Hindu men ran out of the room tossing open closets and other things.
Finally returning with some power cords, a short piece of string and some duct tape.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī sat on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s stomach while the other guys grabbed her hands and feet.
First, he needed to shut her up.
Reaching back he spotted her panties and with a quick, violent tug, ripped them off her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body and shoved them into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth before using the duct tape to cover her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Successfully muffling her cries for help.
Then he rolled her over and used one of the cords and some more duct tape to secure her arms behind her back.
After tying her up, the four Hindu men stood over the bed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed in fear.
She realized that, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy was exposed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā closed her legs tightly trying to keep it hidden.
But there was little she could do about covering her thick black bush.
Fortunately, for Shankar Mahā Rudr she did not recognize him at all.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had long ago chosen to not look those who were beneath her in the face unless necessary, and therefore had no remembrance of what the kid at the service station looked like.
“Damn, this Turk Musalmān Bitch has a fine body on her.” Vikram Āditý commented.
Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t help but agree.
He did not remember her looking this good this morning.
But then again, she wasn’t half-naked then either.
Then Shankar Mahā Rudr got an even better idea.
“Let’s really show Miss Rich-Extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch a lesson tonight.” He suggested as he leaned forward and took her left Turk Musalmān breast into his hand.
When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began to roll away in protest Shankar Mahā Rudr squeezed it tightly causing her to gasp in pain.
“Yeah, I think we should all fuck the hell out of her.” Mohan Giridhar suggested.
He got no disagreement from the other three.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began kicking frantically as they all jumped on the bed and began groping her.
She screamed against the gag as they tore her nightgown from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was pinned down by them as they probed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
She felt an Uncut Hindu Penis shove up into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began thrashing about.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had allowed a couple Hindu boys to fuck her in high school.
But she told others that only her husband’s hands had explored her in full detail.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reacted in horror to the experience going on now.
She was being sexually manhandled by four Hindu street punks, and one of them was Karosiā!
“I want her first.” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled as he stood and removed his clothes.
Had it not been for the gag Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s shrieks might have been heard throughout the neighborhood when she saw the young man climbing between her legs with his stiff 8-inch Hindu erection.
He dropped between her legs and began kissing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
She felt him sucking and licking her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and could feel it enlarge.
Then she felt her own juices begin flowing freely and she reddened from head to toe.
Once satisfied that she was wet enough Shankar Mahā Rudr climbed up.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to resist but was unable to move as he lowered himself onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Her arms were pinned beneath her back and Shankar Mahā Rudr was firmly between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs.
She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock rub between her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy lips, easily gaining entrance against her will.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out in a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation as this Hindu punk become only the second person to put his Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
Shankar Mahā Rudr began ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock into her at will.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe this was happening to her.
She had always guarded her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.
Saved herself for marriage and committed herself to one man.
Shankar Mahā Rudr cared little for how Jamīlah Bū Pāshā might have felt.
All he knew was that he was getting revenge on this stuck-up extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch for all the women like her who have treated him like that.
Shankar Mahā Rudr knew that after tonight she would think twice before looking down on anyone else.
Shankar Mahā Rudr continued pounding her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy mercilessly, waiting for his moment of release.
Soon he could feel his Hindu balls tightening and knew that he would soon be cumming into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, Shankar Mahā Rudr gonna cum in you now!” He cried out.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream in protest.
She couldn’t bear the thought of him releasing his Hindu sperm into her.
What if she would get pregnant?
She couldn’t let that happen.
But there was nothing she could do.
Shooting deepest inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Never letting up until he could feel his Uncut Hindu Dick softening inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
“Come on, man. Let me at her.” Mohan Giridhar demanded as Shankar Mahā Rudr took his time dismounting Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
As soon as he was up, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to roll off the bed in hopes of escape only to be grabbed by Mohan Giridhar and forced back onto her back.
“You ain’t going anywhere, baby.” He said as he began unbuckling his pants.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā looked on in fear as his Hindu manhood came into view.
While not quite as long as Shankar Mahā Rudr’s, Mohan Giridhar was noticeably thicker.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gasped as she felt him filling her insides.
Mohan Giridhar buried his Uncut Hindu Cock into her, ramming her repeatedly with his Hindu tool.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was disgusted by the homely Hindu man grunting and slobbering over her.
As Mohan Giridhar pounded her, his cousin got down and began sucking her right nipple.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā fought back tears as she found herself raped for the second time in minutes.
Worse, she could feel her insides betraying her.
To her horror, she discovered that something inside her was beginning to tingle with a pleasure she never felt before.
But he was enjoying it too much and felt the Hindu cum rising in his Uncut Hindu Cock, ready to be released.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw the Hindu man above her begin to clench his jaw and knew that he was about ready to cum.
She tried thrusting her hips hoping to throw him off her before he came but there was no use.
As Mohan Giridhar got off her and his cousin climbed on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw Shankar Mahā Rudr and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī standing at the end of the room watching.
One of them had apparently visited the kitchen and had brought up several of her husband’s beers and a bottle of bourbon and the two men were drinking and toasting Mohan Giridhar’s orgasm.
As Vikram Āditý dropped his pants Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to prepare herself mentally for her third rape of the night.
Vikram Āditý was smaller and thinner than both of the other men who had already fucked her.
More like her husband was.
Vikram Āditý sank his Hindu shaft into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began fucking rapidly.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that at this rate he wouldn’t last long but got little relief from that fact.
For as soon as he began, she felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy beginning to tremble with extreme delight.
She cursed under her breath and silently begged her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body not to respond.
But her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy refused to listen.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy spasmed as the first wave or her orgasm shot through her.
She blushed in shame as she realized that the man above her knew that she was coming on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Shit, guys, she likes it!” He called out.
The thrill of having her climax under him was the final stimulation for Vikram Āditý and he released his own Hindu wad into Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān pussy.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay still as Vikram Āditý got off her.
She had just orgasmed to only the second man in her life.
And now she had given up on fighting.
At least she had until she saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī drop his pants and come stand before her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had hoped that the Hindu man would not take a turn with her.
And when she saw his massive 12-inch Uncut Hindu Cock springing forth from his pants she panicked.
She knew that she couldn’t take something that large in her without receiving permanent damage.
Her scream could be heard through her gag as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī mounted her.
He shoved his thick Hindu tool into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Making sure to let her see every inch sink slowly in.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s eyes bulged as he crammed the rest into her.
Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides were wracked with pain as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī rammed the last inch into her and began fucking the poor Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman .
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe that he could have fit inside her.
In addition to his Hindu length, he must have been twice as thick as Mohan Giridhar.
As he fucked her she feared that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy would tear apart.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was enjoying shoving every inch into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman.
He leaned forward and began kissing her cheeks as he slammed home with every Hindu thrust.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā turned her head from side to side trying to avoid his Hindu mouth.
Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes bulged as she caught herself beginning to climax again.
She had never cum twice in one night before.
Her breath became short and quick as the giant Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy came closer and closer to putting her over the edge.
Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy exploded, her lips squeezed the Hindu shaft around her as she began moaning with surprise delight in what was her strongest orgasm ever.
As she was still cumming she felt the Hindu man above her begin to twinge.
Her orgasm ended as she realized that he was going to cum inside her.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī thrust harder as he began filling Jamīlah Bū Pāshā with his Hindu cum.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had just been raped by four Hindu men in her own bedroom.
Worse, she had somehow allowed herself to have two orgasms.
She thought nothing could be worse until she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes and saw Shankar Mahā Rudr standing there with her camcorder getting a close-up shot of her well-fucked pussy lips.
She had no idea when they had found it, but now they were using it to film her humiliation.
“Let’s have some more fun here.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said.
“Maybe we should leave.” Vikram Āditý said. “Before we get caught here.”
“Fuck that,” Shankar Mahā Rudr said. “This extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch is alone all weekend and everyone thinks she’s out of town. So who’s going to come by and catch us?”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could have died.
She had thought this was the end of it.
But somehow these guys knew that she was supposed to leave town in the morning.
Somehow these guys knew her.
And worse, they weren’t planning on leaving yet.
“Ungag her.” Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered.
Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý ripped the duct tape off of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s mouth and removed her panties.
She caught her first easy breath since her ordeal began.
“You want us to leave you alone, lady?” Shankar Mahā Rudr asked her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā nodded her head ‘yes’.
“Fine,” he said. “But first we need some assurance that you won’t call the cops on us.”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would agree to anything to get rid of them.
But she had no intention of calling the police.
She couldn’t live with the thought of her neighbors knowing that she had been brutally fucked by these Hindu punks who were useless in their own country India and came here to get their sustenance.
“All you have to do is suck each of our Uncut Hindu Cocks while we film you. Then if you tell anyone this tape will be sent to everyone on your street.”
“Fuck you!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā shouted.
She had already suffered enough; there was no way she was going to let any man stick a filthy Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
“Very well then. We’ll stay here and fuck you all weekend. And we’re going to make you suck our Uncut Hindu Dicks anyway.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cringed.
She knew that he would make good on his promise.
She realized that she was going to have to suck their Uncut Hindu Cocks one way or the other.
And she knew that they would repeatedly rape her and probably video tape the whole ordeal as well.
She swallowed hard and agreed to do it.
Mohan Giridhar untied her hands and sat on the side of her bed.
“On your knees, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch.” He ordered.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped down to her knees and found herself facing his hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
She gulped hard as Mohan Giridhar grabbed her head and pulled it closer to him.
She refused to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth at first.
Mohan Giridhar banged his Uncut Hindu Cock against her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
She could see the camera focused on her and gave up, opening her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and allowing the first Uncut Hindu Cock in her life to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She closed her lips and began slowly moving her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth along his Hindu shaft.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā kept her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes closed afraid that she would begin crying if she opened them.
She wasn’t prepared for his Hindu orgasm.
Mohan Giridhar’s first Hindu blast caught her in the back of the throat.
The warm, salty, thick Hindu fluid filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She tried to pull away but Mohan Giridhar held her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head tight, spewing his Hindu cum into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to swallow to keep from choking on the Hindu sperm that continued to spout into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
When Mohan Giridhar finally pulled out, she leaned over and began coughing; only barely avoiding vomiting on the floor.
“My turn.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said as he handed the still rolling camera to Mohan Giridhar. “Make sure not to get any of our faces.”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him in and began sucking again. “Oh yeah, bet you really like having a poor Uncut Hindu Cock in that rich Turk Musalmān woman mouth of yours.” He taunted.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā couldn’t believe she was doing this.
But she decided to do her best to get these scoundrels to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and leave.
She began working Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock as best she could, ignoring his degrading comments as she was forced to service him.
She could feel him beginning to cum but didn’t realize that he was going to slam forward.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock hit the back of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat just as his Hindu seed began filling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
She quickly swallowed as he spewed into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
He shot more than Mohan Giridhar had and some of it dribbled out of the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Shankar Mahā Rudr pulled out and Vikram Āditý stood over her.
She quickly began sucking her third Uncut Hindu Cock of the night.
But Vikram Āditý took her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head and began fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth much like he had fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Then just as he was ready to cum he pulled out and blasted her in the face with a thick stream of cum.
She saw the camera catching every moment of her humiliation as Vikram Āditý coated her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī then took her and made her lay on her back with her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head hanging over the edge of the bed.
She opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, wondering how she was going to open wide enough to take him.
Then he thrust forward, going a little further with each Hindu thrust.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged as his Uncut Hindu Cockhead began entering her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
She feared for her life, thinking that she would suffocate with his Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
But Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī just continued to fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth until he had most of his Hindu shaft in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had heard the phrase ‘deep throat’ but never really understood it until now.
The Hindu man’s balls slapped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes as he fucked her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat, playing with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān tits as he did so.
She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swelling even thicker, then felt his Hindu sperm shooting down her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.
Finally, her ordeal was over.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed, her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat sore from her latest ordeal.
Drying cum on her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy still leaking Hindu cum mixed with her own Turk Musalmān female cum.
Her only response was laughter.
“Bu-but, you said…”
“We’re having too much fun to leave now.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her as he downed the last of the beers.
With a demented look on his face, he walked over to the side of the bed.
“Make sure to get a close-up of this.” He instructed as he took his limp Uncut Hindu Dick and held it toward their captive. “Get up and suck me again.” He ordered.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reluctantly rose and took his flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth expecting to be forced to suck him off again.
But that wasn’t what Shankar Mahā Rudr had in mind.
Instead he grabbed both sides of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head firmly and let loose with a stream of piss into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged and tried to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth to expel the vile contents but Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered her to swallow or take all of their piss all night long.
She swallowed as much as she could but still had much of it running down her chin.
When he finished he pulled out and shot the last couple of squirts directly into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.
With his Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard once more, he forced Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to kneel on the bed.
“I think I’ll try that tight little stuck-up Turk Musalmān female ass now.” He said.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out and tried to move but Mohan Giridhar and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī grabbed her and held her in place.
Shankar Mahā Rudr took his Uncut Hindu Cock and shoved it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy a few times getting it wet, then pulled out and pressed his Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her tiny puckered opening.
“Allah Oh God, please no!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged. “I’ve never done that!”
Her pleading only excited Shankar Mahā Rudr further.
She tried to resist but his Uncut Hindu Cock gradually broke through.
She cried out as he began gaining entrance.
She thrashed wildly as Shankar Mahā Rudr began humping her ass with delight. Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had never in her life imagined anything so vile and degrading happening to her like this. Shankar Mahā Rudr rode her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass relentlessly, reaching forward to pull and tug at her firm Turk Musalmān breast while he fucked.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā buried her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face into the pillow, more out of shame than anything else.
The pain was subsiding somewhat but she still felt extreme discomfort.
Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Hindu balls slapped against her upturned tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Cunt as he drove every Hindu inch into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.
Then he unleashed his Hindu load deepest into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.
When he pulled out Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt as if her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass was going to explode.
“Let’s sandwich her.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā heard one of the others say.
She had lost the ability to resist after being assfucked and presented no resistance as Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý grabbed her and moved her into the center of the bed.
Vikram Āditý forced her to straddle him and sit on his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Then she was held in place as Mohan Giridhar began forcing his Hindu meat into her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Butt.
With Mohan Giridhar’s added Hindu thickness came renewed pain as he began fucking her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.
His Hindu thrust caused her to begin riding Vikram Āditý’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
She could feel the two Hindu prongs rubbing together with only a thin membrane of skin separating them.
While Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was being fucked Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī came around the side of the bed and thrust his massive Hindu tool into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face .
Forcing her to take him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
All the while being videotaped.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt Vikram Āditý bucking his hips beneath her and realized that he was blowing his Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
Then she felt Mohan Giridhar emptying himself into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female asshole as well just as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī began spewing into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pulled out of her first.
Then Mohan Giridhar rose up, still with his Uncut Hindu Cock in her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass he lifted her off his cousin then forced her back onto her knees.
“Damn, now I got to piss.” He said.
Then he pinned her down and began flooding her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole with his piss.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā screamed as the warm fluid filled her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides, remaining corked by Mohan Giridhar’s thick Uncut Hindu Cock.
When he pulled out the contents of her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass flushed out all over her legs and the bed.
She lay on the bed shivering in disgust, then saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī stroking himself.
“Time for me to split that asshole apart.” He said.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā rolled to the side.
“Allah Oh God no! Please, not my ass, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī. You can fuck my pussy but please don’t put that horse-Uncut Hindu Cock up my ass.”
“Beg me for it and maybe I will.” He replied smiling.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t want to be fucked by him.
But she knew that she couldn’t take being fucked in the ass by someone as large as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was.
“Will you ride my big Uncut Hindu Cock?” He asked her.
“Yes, I want to ride it.” She continued. Knowing full well that her request was being recorded and would cast doubt on any attempts to claim she was raped.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī got on the bed and instructed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to ride him.
She got on his lap and began shoving his Hindu monster Uncut Hindu Dick into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.
She couldn’t believe that she was taking him in so easily.
Then she began riding for all she was worth.
She wanted to satisfy this Hindu man so that he wouldn’t want to fuck her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.
Shankar Mahā Rudr came around and dropped his Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began sucking him as well.
Then she felt her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides stirring again.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock as rubbing her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and g-spot with every tremendous Hindu stroke.
She realized that she was going to have another orgasm.
She began riding wildly as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body gave in to the desire of cumming atop the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began sucking Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock hungrily as she climaxed.
When her orgasm subsided, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā realized that the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her was only getting harder.
She had a long way to go and knew that she would come again and again before he did.
But she no longer cared.
She was being fulfilled in ways that she had never dreamed of.
When Shankar Mahā Rudr came in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged for someone else to take his place.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had another orgasm, then another before Mohan Giridhar spilled out in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.
Then she could feel Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s Uncut Hindu Cock coming to fruition.
When Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī exploded inside her, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā met him with her most powerful orgasm yet.
Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā collapsed on the bed.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā awoke the next day to find herself alone.
She quickly showered, then cleaned the bedroom.
Her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole and pussy ached but she couldn’t believe that she had enjoyed herself so much.
She skipped the mini-vacation, hoping that her visitors would show once more.
But none did.
When her husband returned home, he found a changed wife.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā took him into the bedroom and did things that she had never permitted before.
He didn’t know what happened to change his wife.
In truth, he didn’t care either.
At least not until several months later.
During his wife’s eighth month of her pregnancy someone at the hospital showed him a web site containing graphic pictures of a woman looking much like his wife being taken in every hole by four Hindu men whose faces had been blocked out.
He tried to deny it, but knew that this had to be Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
When confronted she claimed that someone must have dubbed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face onto someone else’s body.
The pictures circulated throughout the neighborhood, and many bought Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s story.
Especially since few believed that, she could have such a nice body.
But her husband knew better.
Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gave birth, to a beautiful Indian Hindu baby son.
Her husband filed for divorce and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to return to work.
Her reputation ruined.
She no longer looked down on Indian Hindus.
In fact, she began finding pleasure with many blue-collar Hindu men from then on.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā herself investigated and found the four Hindu scoundrels Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, Vikram Āditý and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.
They were smiling at her.
“What do you want?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled triumphantly.
“What do you think, you Hindu scoundrels?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled too, “Now everyone knows what we five are.”
“So?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled cunningly.
“Let’s live together.”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaat?” Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t believe Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
“Can’t believe?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā laughed.
“Well, you are a multi-millionaire. You are highly educated and we are under educated poor men.”
“I’ll teach you. You can handle my companies as directors. I’d guide you. But you all have to please me as you did.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled and winked at Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý.
“Hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled.
Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý also yelled.
Then they, all the four plunged to Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
They undressed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā undressed all the four of them.
All the five were laughing now cheerfully.
“Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī into my Turk Musalmān Pussy, Shankar Mahā Rudr into my Turk Musalmān female ass, Mohan Giridhar into my Turk Musalmān female mouth and Vikram Āditý in my hand, okay?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā announced.
“Okay.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý too announced cheerfully and started their new joyful life with Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Yes, that was it.
They all the four were now Live in Relationship Partners of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was once more fucking Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.
That was the appropriate place Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had decided for Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
Mohan Giridhar enjoyed her blowjob more while Vikram Āditý had more pride in getting her masturbation on his Uncut Hindu Prick.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t tell them she knew now everything about them.
Her decision to join my bed had solved her every problem forever.
Sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled,
“I could never imagine my own husband arranged it. My money has bought me more enemies than friends, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, he is a gay. He wanted to get rid of his husband’s responsibilities towards you.”
“Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Sidrah Aħmad say ‘of all the Uncut Hindu Pricks they have sucked ever, your Uncut Hindu Lund is the utmost tasty ever. Even your Hindu urine is the utmost tasty ever too.’ How right they are.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had been friends since they were eight.
Inseparable at school, they spent every other weekend at each other’s house.
So when I decided to take over a major office in another state, one can imagine how happy they were about that — not!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me to let me stay with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and her family, but of course that was never going to happen.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was only fourteen at the time and there was no way Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s parents would allow it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried constantly for a month after we’d left and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew Åāýéshah Abū Bakr did the same.
They were both losing their best friends.
But with the way of things today, they always kept our friendship strong.
Keeping in touch by email and phone, talking on messenger and webcam, it was almost like they weren’t even apart — almost.
About a year after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shifted away, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah her parents had split up and were getting divorced.
She was shattered of course, and so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally convinced Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s parents to let Åāýéshah Abū Bakr come over for a visit.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came during the September school holidays and it was the best two weeks ever.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told Åāýéshah Abū Bakr everything that had happened.
Apparently her Ammī had moved out and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was living with her.
Her Ammī had been having an affair with me for a year and it had all blown up from there.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was a mess, but the time she spent with them helped her out.
When it came time for her to go home, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want her to leave and neither did she, but there was nothing to be done about it.
They kept in touch, all through high school and on into University.
They visited each other when they could.
Usually Åāýéshah Abū Bakr flew over to her side of the country, enjoying the break she got from me and being in the big city.
Their lives moved on, boyfriends, new friends, parties, but Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained constant.
This particular year Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it was her turn to visit with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr, to go back and visit her old city, see the old hangouts.
Spring with Åāýéshah Abū Bakr would be just what the doctor ordered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew, and it would give her a break from her life for a little while too.
They were both nineteen by this time.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was at the airport to pick Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah left her city at around five in the afternoon and after a four hour flight Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah arrived in Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s at about five thirty in the afternoon.
That took a little getting used to.
They went straight to her house.
She still lived with me.
Being at University was expensive.
She only lived a short car trip away so why pay out money for boarding when she didn’t have too?
Her house hadn’t changed much, a few new techy gadgets and a huge LCD TV, but for the most part it was exactly how Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered it.
It was almost like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was coming home.
The memories it brought back were wonderful.
“It’s so good to see you again!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr babbled happily as she took Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to the guest room. “It’s been ages!”
“You can say that again. Almost a year and a half since the last time you came over.”
“I know, uni’s kinda full on ay?”
“Yeah. How’s it all going?”
“Pretty good actually. My Professors are fairly happy with my progress and so am I. I’m really enjoying myself. What about you?”
“Oh you know me, just cruising along. Having fun mainly.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said and laughed. “Honestly though, the course I’m doing is freakin’ hard, I feel like my brains going to melt down. But hey you get that.”
“You’ll do fine, you always do.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.
“So how’s Vikram?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah teased her, knowing that Åāýéshah Abū Bakr was a little coy when it came to her new Hindu boyfriend.
“He’s fine thanks,” she said poking her tongue out at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah. “Actually he wanted to take us out tonight. You know have a few drinks, see a live band at one of the clubs. You feeling up to that?”
“Hell yeah, just show me where the party is!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said with a huge grin. “That means I finally get to meet him too.”
“Yeah yeah,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said laughing, “just remember, paws off, he’s mine.”
Doing the little actions Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Cross my heart, scouts honour, you won’t get any trouble from me!”
They both laughed, knowing that they would never do anything like that to each other.
Besides Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kinda thought that Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tastes probably differed a great deal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought Åāýéshah Abū Bakr liked the nice guys, the ones that weren’t too adventurous.
She though, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah liked the bad boys, all the excitement and stuff.
It was just a shame that she’d split from her boyfriend not long before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah decided to come over for a visit.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah missed the action, oh and the sex.
It had never rocked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s world of course, but it was certainly better than nothing.
Vikram was set to pick them up at seven, only an hour to get ready damn!
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr went off to her room and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rummaged in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s suitcase trying to find something sexy to wear.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah settled on a black, split front, halter neck that plunged low between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts, which was held together by a diamante clip and a string across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s low slung black jeans.
Grabbing a towel Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah went off to take a shower and tried to hurry.
Getting ready in record time was a feat in itself as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a little tired after her flight.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still running on her time.
Her body clock told her it was nearly ten thirty at night.
Generally a night owl, this wouldn’t have usually bothered her, but after a hectic day of travel and all that entails, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was feeling it.
Still Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made it with time to spare.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was waiting in the lounge room while Åāýéshah Abū Bakr applied the finishing touches to her makeup.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard a car pull up in the driveway and looked at her watch.
Ten to seven, well he was prompt at least.
“Åāýéshah Abū Bakr,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called, “I think Vikram’s here!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah peeked out the window and watched the door of the car open.
A guy jumped out, tall and well-muscled.
Nice! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes were flitting over his toned arms and chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s gaze travelled higher and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took in his features, and blinked.
“He’s kinda sexy, but a bit older than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought he was,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called out to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr again.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr came into the lounge with a puzzled look on her face.
“What are you talking about?” She came up beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and peered outside.
“Oh you spaz!” She laughed at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
“What?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked defensively.
“That’s Durgesh, my Ammī’s new Hindu lover, her Live in Relationship Partner now!” She told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and laughed again.
“What? No way!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said in surprise.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took another look to make sure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes weren’t deceiving her.
Having been told who he was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally recognized me.
“I didn’t know your new Hindu dad ever looking so…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s voice trailed off, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face flushing a little in embarrassment.
“So, what?” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr asked grinning at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s discomfort, “Ammījān isn’t a fool. Why didn’t you surmise his incredulous youth?”
“Ah, well…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fumbled. “Well, so good.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked out the window again and watched me as I bent over to retrieve a bag from the passenger’s side of the car.
Then I walked up the foot path.
My long legs were well muscled, my thighs bunching as I walked.
I had on gym shorts and a semi loose fitting muscle t-shirt, which showed off my massive arms and my broad upper chest.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples peak and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face flushed again.
and in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought,
‘Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God!’
I reached the door and Åāýéshah Abū Bakr opened it for me before I had a chance to get my keys out.
“Hi Durgesh!” She greeted me.
“Hi darling.” I said with a big smile. “You look nice, where are you off to tonight?”
“Vikram’s coming to pick us up in a little while and we’re off to the pub.”
“Us?” I asked slightly confused.
“Durgesh!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said with long suffering. “I reminded you about this morning. Remember,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said motioning towards me. “Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was arriving today?”
He turned in the direction indicated saying, “Of course, Fātim…” My voice stopped a little suddenly and my eyes widened a fraction as I saw Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah for the first time in over four years.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stood there smiling her best.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands were clasped behind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back.
She found herself unable to pay respect to me as her elder and as her best friend’s Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.
Instead, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found herself getting wet between her legs.
Allah, what a marvellous man!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t blame Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s Ammī falling for Durgesh.
Well, who the stupid Musalmān Beauty wouldn’t?
She herself has fallen for this miraculous Hindu as soon as she saw him.
Instantly she is getting wet between her legs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised Åāýéshah Abū Bakr still needed Vikram.
Was she crazy?
I smelled of fresh sweat and earth, entirely too delicious, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples harden again.
She’d called me ‘Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’ for as long as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could remember, when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was young Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just couldn’t get her tongue around my name, ‘Durgesh’.
Now of course Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could pronounce it no worries at all, but ‘Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’ had stuck, and old habits die hard.
Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt recovered enough to put my hand against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s back and ‘ahem’, picking up my lost train of thought and speech.
“It has been a long time. Hello Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I dropped my hand and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stepped back before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top too got soaked in her sweat.
Not that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really would have minded at that point but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still had to go out.
My palm had been sweaty against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin, my fingertips rough and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tension in my body as I briefly hugged me.
Did I too have an erection?
Allah, yā Allah!!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t seem to get the smell of mine out of her greedy Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nostrils and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach fluttered nervously as her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body reacted.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised and somewhat dismayed to admit that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was attracted to this Hindu man, as she was never attracted to anyone before.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doesn’t have any doubt now.
And I was not just any man, but I was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s ‘Durgesh’!
It was undoubtedly the weirdest feeling I’d ever had, not to mention way out of line.
Some things you just don’t do, like steal your best friend’s boyfriend or be attracted to their Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah meant damn, it was like a written commandment in the best friend diary.
However that didn’t stop how her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body responded and it didn’t stop her thinking, damn he’s so hot!
The Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt walked further into the entry and dropped my gym bag on the floor.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr shut the door and they trailed behind me as I walked to the kitchen.
I poured myself a glass of juice and took a big swig.
“Late Durgesh darling, don’t wait up.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr smiled at me teasingly.
“Well you know; if you find yourself in a spot of trouble…”
“I know,” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said cutting me off mid-sentence, “your mobile is switched on and beside the bed. Don’t worry, we’ll be out with Vikram, we’ll be fine.”
As if to emphasize the fact, there was a knock at the door.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s face lit up and she dashed off to answer it.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr came back to the kitchen, holding Vikram’s hand, a smile beaming on her pretty face.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, this is Vikram, Vikram this is my best friend Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Vikram was tall and slim with dark black hair and black eyes.
Yet, still I was cute and looked as though butter wouldn’t melt in my mouth.
“Hi Vikram,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “nice to meet you.”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr giggled and smiled some more.
“So are we ready to go party?” Vikram asked.
“Yes!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr exclaimed. “Bye Durgesh,” she said coming over and giving me a peck on the cheek. “See you later.”
“Okay, have fun.” I replied with a smile.
“See ya later Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah called walking out of the kitchen.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah walked away Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard, “Ah, um yeah.”
We’d just walked out of the door when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remembered her purse,
“Damn, I forgot my purse, gimme a sec.”
“No probs.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said, “We’ll wait for you in the car.”
“Be right back.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told them.
Racing back into the house, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly collided with me in the hallway.
“Sorry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Forgot my purse.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, trying to sidestep me only to have me move the same way Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did.
We both did the ludicrous dance of sidestepping in mirror image of each other a few times, until finally I reached out and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulders.
We both laughed at the silliness of it all.
I held Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still and stepped one way.
Then I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over the other way.
“Try that,” I said, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shot past.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grabbed her purse and was out of Fātimah her room in no time.
Coming back into the hall Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was surprised to find me waiting there.
It looked as though I hadn’t moved an inch.
Walking past me on her way out again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was forestalled when I reached out and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist lightly.
“Do me a favour?” I said rather cryptically.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raised an eyebrow and said,
“Put my mobile number in your phone? Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I really do worry about you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young women these days. It’d make me feel a lot better.”
“No problem, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed, grabbing out her phone and punching in the numbers as I recited them for her.
“There you are, all done. And I promise if it even looks like we’re going to get into trouble I’ll dial you first.”
“Thanks honey.” I replied.
My choice of words was totally innocent, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a shiver run across her skin as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard them.
Geez girl, get a grip!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told herself as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made her way back out to the car.
Climbing into the back seat and clicking on her belt, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr skewed herself around.
“What took you so long?”
“What do you mean?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked pretending to be affronted. “I wasn’t even five minutes.”
“It felt like forever!” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr laughed.
“You need to buy a watch then.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told her and poked her tongue out at her.
They both broke out in giggles.
“Okay, let’s go party!” Vikram said and pulled out of the driveway.
The bar was great, nice atmosphere, not too many people around yet because it was still so early.
It was a nice place to sit and relax.
In the adjoining bar they could hear the band setting up.
Sounds of gear being shifted and sound checks on the microphones drifted through the swing doors.
It looked as though it was going to be a big night.
Vikram turned out to be good company, polite and a gentleman.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noticed the way he looked at Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and smiled, he was smitten.
As the night got later, the band kicked off and they moved into the crowded side of the bar.
It was loud, but the music was good and soon they three were all up on the dance floor, pressed together by the crowd, and trying to yell over the top of the music to hear one another.
As usually happens in bars, their communication ended up consisting of moronic hand signals and gesturing.
After a while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah signalled to them that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thirsty and going to get a drink from the bar.
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Vikram nodded, gesturing that they were going to come too.
Once out of the crush of the dancing crowd, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr headed off to find an unoccupied table, and Vikram followed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up to the bar.
He stood close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah as they waited for the bar staff to see them.
“You know, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr has been talking about you constantly for the last two weeks. I’m almost jealous.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed,
“We’ve been friends since we were eight, Vikram. We’re pretty close.”
“Oh I know.” Vikram said smiling.
The drinks came and they headed back to the table.
Vikram sat down close to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and draped an arm around her shoulders.
She snuggled in closer as he whimpered in her ear.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at them both, they were so cute together.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah covered her mouth trying to hide a yawn, but Åāýéshah Abū Bakr saw and moved around beside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Leaning over to yell in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear, she said,
“You’re tired. Do you want us to take you home?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was going to decline, but another yawn struck and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah decided she was just too tired to keep going.
“Would you mind? I don’t want to ruin your night or anything.”
“Don’t even worry about it.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr reassured her. “I am starting to get bored myself anyway. Besides, Vikram’s invited me back to his place.” She told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah with a big grin.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah giggled,
“Sounds like you’re on a promise then,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at her.
They gathered their stuff and left the club.
The car ride home Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spent dozing in the back seat while Åāýéshah Abū Bakr and Vikram flirted and giggled in the front.
Pulling to a stop in the driveway, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started awake.
“Your stop; sleeping Musalmān beauty.” Vikram said with a laugh.
“Yeah, yeah,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said with a smile. “Just remember, where I come from. I woke up four hours earlier than you, and it’s four in the morning for me. I’ve been awake nearly twenty four hours.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah climbed out of the back seat and came up to Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s window as she rolled it down.
Leaning down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, whimpering to her,
“Don’t do anything Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wouldn’t do.”
It made her giggle.
Looking over at Vikram Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah warned him, “You look after her and be good; otherwise I’ll have to hurt you!”
He laughed at her, “I always look after her! Don’t worry.”
“Good night, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.” Åāýéshah Abū Bakr said handing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah her house keys. “Are you sure you’re all right with this? I feel kinda guilty.”
“Don’t be,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed. “At least one of us is gonna have some fun tonight!”
Åāýéshah Abū Bakr gasped in amused shock,
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah!!” she cried, her face flushing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just laughed again and said goodnight.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let herself into the house as their car pulled away.
With a gaping yawn Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made her way into the kitchen.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thirsty and needed a glass of water before heading to bed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stopped short in fear when Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw a figure standing at the sink.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s heart pounded alarmingly until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah realised it was I, standing with my back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Well of course it was I.
Who else would it be duh?
I was wearing only a pair of boxer briefs, the tight shorts kind that hugged all the right places.
My back and shoulders were broad and heavily muscled tapering down to a trim waist and hips.
And my hips, ‘Allah, oh my God’, were tight.
My thighs were large, strongly defined as well as my calves.
I turned around having heard Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah come in.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took in all my Hindu masculine glory.
My chest was like sculpted stone, my pecks full and well-shaped, my tight six pack abs looked rock hard.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath starting to become shallow.
I had a sparse covering of hair that triangled on my chest like the “superman” logo on Clark Kent’s hero suit, which trailed down into a thin line that disappeared into the top of my briefs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found herself thinking how much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would like to find out how far that went down.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was practically drooling over my Hindu body, staring at the huge Hindu bulge outlined by my jocks, and wondering what it would look like fully erect or feel like to touch, to have in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mouth … Allah, Oh God, what was wrong with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
I was what?
Old enough to be her own Ammī’s Hindu lover, certainly, but damn I was so sexy!
“Hi Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,” I said is my gravelly deep voice. “Did you have a good night?”
“I did; yeah.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered.
“Where’s Åāýéshah Abū Bakr?”
“Ahh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said gathering her scattered thoughts, “she went back to Vikram’s place.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me, not knowing if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was saying the right thing.
“Oh, right.” I said trying to sound as nonchalant as I could, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear the concern behind the tone.
“Don’t worry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Åāýéshah Abū Bakr’s a smart girl, and Vikram seems to be a really nice guy. They’ll both be responsible.”
“Hard for me not to worry but thanks for the reassurance.”
“Don’t mention it.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me coming over to where I stood and reaching for a glass from the dish rack.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah leaned across and turned on the tap, filling the glass with water.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arm brushed lightly against my before I shifted to allow her a bit of room.
And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt goose bumps form on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took a big drink, gulping it down quickly in nervous reaction, and managed to spill some of it down the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shirt.
The cold water hitting Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s flushed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin caused Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples to instantly harden, showing proudly through the thin slinky fabric of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shirt.
I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, grabbed a tea towel and passed it to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, averting my gaze as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah mopped up the spill.
“Sorry,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wiped the water from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts and stomach, “guess I’m more tired than I thought.”
“It happens.” I smiled looking straight at her, my voice sounding not even a little strained.
“Yeah, to me more than most people.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah joked and laughed a little.
I chuckled and looked back at her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah put down the towel.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top clung damply to her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, outlining the full curve of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts and the hard points of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples.
My eyes were instantly drawn to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her nipples peak again in response.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit tingled madly as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had a vision of my hard Hindu lips wrapped around one of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s buds, my tongue flicking incessantly back and forth across their tips.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah clenched her ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs together, squeezing her ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot in an attempt to ease the ache that was beginning to make itself known.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah always got like this after she’d been drinking.
That was like morally wrong wasn’t it?
How could Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah possibly make a move on me?
I saved Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Making an embarrassed “ahem” I turned and faced the sink, hiding the fact that a bigger Hindu bulge was starting to develop in my briefs.
It kind of snapped me out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s daze.
Realizing it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled triumphantly at no one in particular.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finished her drink, this time being careful not to spill.
“Okay, I’m off to bed then Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, I’m exhausted.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me putting her glass back in the dish rack, breathing deeply as I stood close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and she was taking in my scent.
It was the heady, rugged scent of a Hindu man, a scent that was entirely different to the smell of a boy like Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s last boyfriend.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah nearly caved in and threw herself at me, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah controlled herself.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah walked down the hall and into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bedroom.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breathing was heavy and fast.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples were hard and the ache between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs was absolutely undeniable.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tore off her top, while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kicked off her boots.
Stripping off her jeans and panties in one go, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah threw herself on the bed and vented her frustration into the pillows, screaming all the air out of her lungs.
But still the arousal loomed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t deny it any longer; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed some relief.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned over onto her back and with a small moan Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let her fingers start exploring her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands glided along her chest, stroking over her breasts and nipples, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pinched at their hardened tips.
Whimpering in pleasure at the small amount of pain which preceded it, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands moved lower until finally they were where they wanted to be.
Stroking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah dipped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers deeper, wetting their tips in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own flowing juices and then bringing them back to circle and tease Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot.
Even in the throes of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ecstasy filled masturbation; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my light footsteps on the tiled floor as I padded down the hall.
It seemed my footsteps paused at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s door.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned a little louder than Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought she would.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was thinking about me that I was standing on the other side of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s unlocked door, listening to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah masturbate.
I knew very well that I had only to turn the handle and walk in to see her fingering herself while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought about me.
What would I do then?
Would I turn around and walk out or would I stand at the end of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and watch me as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah touched herself.
Maybe I would crawl up from the foot of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bed and let my Uncut Hindu Lund take over from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers!
Oh dear, Allah, the thought of it all only served to fuel Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s desire and fan the flames higher.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again, harder, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah drove two fingers deep inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s other hand was working its way along the curve of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered opening.
The juices of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot dribbled down along the crack to lubricate Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight little puckered opening and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gently eased a finger inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ass.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes rolling up into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head at the pleasure Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard my door close behind me as I went into my room.
My door was directly across from hers!
How easy would it be for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah to get up and walk in there?
Sneak into my bed; get me while my guard is down?
Make it near impossible for me to say no to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
Sneak in under the covers and work her way up until my hard Uncut Hindu Lund was right near Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could suck on it like a lollipop!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own climax building, the ache reaching its peak as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers worked frantically on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot and asshole.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and whimpered.
She imagined all manner of nasty things Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do to me and I to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, until finally Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah creamed all over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers!
Pulses of orgasm travelled over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips shook and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s toes twitched from the unadulterated pleasure.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fell into a deep sleep seconds later, exhaustion finally taking its toll, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew no more.***
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah awakened sometime later.
The room was still dark and there was no alarm clock in there.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know what time it was.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah figured it was still early morning or… Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had slept the whole day through and it was evening again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sat up and groaned.
She stretched her arms to work out the kinks.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t think Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had moved once, while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah slept.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah turned on the bedside lamp and looked at her watch on the dresser.
It was five thirty in the morning.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned, why on earth Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was up this early!?
Still groggy with sleep it took her a while to remember the time difference and that were Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came from it was nine thirty in the morning.
Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body clock was still a little haywire.
Digging in her suitcase, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled out one of her stretch lace chemises and a pair of matching high cut hipster panties.
Dragging them on, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rose and stretched again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth felt dry and gritty.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah needed another glass of water.
Opening her door Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wandered down the hall and into the kitchen.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came to a surprised halt, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spied once again.
I was standing at the kitchen sink in my briefs, having a drink.
“We need to stop meeting like this…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said groggily, making me jump in fright, spilling my drink down the front of myself.
I coughed hard, having inhaled some of my water.
When my coughing fit had passed I swore,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you startled me.”
My alertness had brought me a little more awake, although Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was still tired.
“Sorry Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah mumbled walking over and offering me the towel I had offered to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah earlier. “I really didn’t mean to startle you. I thought you’d heard me coming.”
I’d stopped moving, stopped talking, maybe even stopped breathing, I’d gone so quiet.
“Are you all right, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah asked concerned, coming wider awake again. “You look a bit tense, what’s wrong?”
I coughed again and managed to say, “Nothing,” though my voice sounded rushed somewhat.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah reached over to the dish rack again and retrieved the glass.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipple unintentionally brushed against my forearm as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did it.
Instantly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a tingle spread across the skin of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own chest, emanating from the point of contact.
The hairs on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arms stood on end, and the part of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brain that had been vainly trying to wake her up properly finally came through.
Instantly Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was wide awake and aware of what had happened.
How her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body was reacting to this Hindu everyoung man again.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard a little frustrated growl and then I spoke.
“You know Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you really shouldn’t walk around like that, a guy might get the wrong impression.”
I stood a mere foot away from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.
My voice was rough and raspy and it sent a shiver up Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was fully awake now and I’d just given her a brilliant opening.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do one of two things from this point.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could chicken out and slink back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own room.
Or Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could take the bait and push this further towards what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted.
And let’s face it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really wanted this man to fuck her stupid.
“Sorry, I didn’t know you were awake.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah apologised, taking a big swig from her glass, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hands shook so much that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah spilled her water again and it soaked the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lace chemise, making it even more see through.
Putting down the glass before Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah drowned herself; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah brushed the water off her chest.
The pale white lace had turned translucent showing off the discs of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s large areolas to perfection and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered nipples strained against the fabric.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel the water trickling down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach and into the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew before long they too would be transparent and showing of the neat little triangle of her pubic hair Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept almost fanatically trimmed.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s waxed ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot had begun to moisten at the feel of the cool water running along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin and down towards Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hot wet lips, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let out a tiny groan.
Realising what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had done; Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tried to cover,
“Allah, yā Allah! God, I’m sucking a klutz!” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained lamely.
I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hadn’t said a word.
I just stood there looking at her.
My eyes roamed all over her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body, staring at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and travelling down to openly admire the effect the water was having on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties.
The quality of light was growing slowly but steadily brighter, and in that half-light Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could clearly see the outline of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought that it too was steadily growing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept sneaking peeks from behind lowered lashes.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so nervous.
What the hell was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doing?
This had the potential to be disastrous.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t move.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just stood there knowing what I was looking at, what I could see.
Eventually my eyes came back to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, my deep black penetrating stare snared her and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah saw a significant glint in my eye.
Looking back maybe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah should have taken keener note of that look but at that moment Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s self-preservation instincts were on hold.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had the nervous habit of fiddling with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own hair when faced with an unsettling situation and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah twirled a lock of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own hair around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s finger unconsciously now due to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s current state.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah…” I said; my voice intoxicatingly low, deep and rough, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own insides quiver. “You are either the clumsiest girl I know, or…” My words trailed off suggestively.
“Or?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah queried like some mindless fool glancing up at me with big eyes.
I gave me a crooked smile, sly and calculating.
“Or,” I said, “You did that on purpose didn’t you.”
I had managed to turn a statement into a question without it really being a question.
Anyway, I didn’t wait for Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s reply. “Hmm yes, I think that’s it. Isn’t it? You come across all nervous and flighty, but really you’re just putting on a little show for my benefit. Aren’t you?”
“I… what? No…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stammered when faced with an accusation that wasn’t entirely wrong, trying her hardest to deny the truth of the matter.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tightened further as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noted the gleam in my eye.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah sensed that I was enjoying Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s disconcert, that I enjoyed watching Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah squirm under my bold Hindu gaze.
“Oh come on, don’t deny it. From the first moment I laid eyes on you, you’ve done nothing but tease me.” I said. “Dressing in that little black top that could have been used as a necktie it was so flimsy, pressing your bouncy big tits and hard nipples against my chest when you hugged me. How about when you came home from the club? Hmm? And spilled the water down your front then. That was all just to make me feel a little motivated. Wasn’t it?”
“Ah, I… no… I … it wasn’t … it really was an accident.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah denied.
Even now, I looked down at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s front.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hard nipples were poking proudly through the lace of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s little triangle of pubic hair was too on evident display for any eyes that might happen to be looking.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt herself naked in front of me,
“I really didn’t mean to…”
“Mean to what?” I said stepping in closer, cutting off Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s attempt to explain. “Mean to be an Uncut Hindu Lund tease?” I said in that damnable voice.
So low, so velvety.
“Mean to groan so loud last night as I walked past your bedroom so I knew that you were in there fingering yourself?” I smiled at thoroughly embarrassed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah now.
I reached forward and grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist.
“Well, since you want me so badly, now I too mean to do this to you.” I finished saying as I drew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand towards me and pressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s palm against my Hindu crotch.
I thought Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered and briefly tried to pull her hand away, but my fingers bit down on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move.
“Oh come on, you’ve been sneaking peeks at it all night. Now that you can finally touch it do you really want to pull away?” I teased in that low monotone.
I began stroking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand up and down the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She groaned a little, drawing in a deep breath through her nose.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered again as I chewed on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip.
I smiled then,
“I think so.” I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s palm harder against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Mmm,” I smiled again bravely. “Does that feel good honey?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered again, it was all Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could manage.
It did feel good!
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind couldn’t cope with it Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s brain was on autopilot, no words just actions.
I was so long, so thick, so strong.
I was about seven inches.
So much bigger!
Easily twice, if not three times as thick now as she thought of me originally.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah doubted whether her fingers could’ve met up with each other if Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wrapped her palm around my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted too, wanted to wrap Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers around my Uncut Hindu Lund and wank me, wanted to wrap Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips around my Uncut Hindu Lund and suck me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted it so much Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was almost creaming in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own panties just from rubbing me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah started kneading my Hindu length with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own fingers, using Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s thumb and forefinger to squeeze along my Hindu shaft and down to my Hindu balls.
I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned aloud then,
“Oh yes! You really are a little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, aren’t you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered, but otherwise said nothing in reply.
I grabbed her by the chin with my other hand, lifting Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face up and forcing me to look me in the eyes,
“Say, admit now. None else is here except only two of us. Be brave enough to acknowledge that you love me hopelessly, even while you are only nineteen and I’m sixty two.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gathered all the courage ultimately that she could muster.
And she smiled at me boldly now,
“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. I love you. To hell with any age difference whatsoever. The bulge you depict for me is quite exciting and even more than enough.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told me.
My eyes were boring into her soul.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled then, the grin of a satisfied cat.
I told her,
“Good, little Uncut Hindu Lund tease.”
My words sent shivers down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine and awoke in me a deep and unknown eroticism Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never knew Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel.
It made her feel sexy and good all at the same time.
It made her want to please me in any way that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples tighten even further and the ache in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit had grown into a thundering pulse.
I leant forward.
Her lips were coming ever closer to mine.
Through half lidded eyes Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched until finally my mouth crushed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips and the enchantment shattered.
There was no thought, just unadulterated need, raw instinct, as my tongue drove into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and my teeth grated against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips.
My hand snaked its way into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair so I could grab a handful and drag Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head back letting my kiss could go deeper.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned against my mouth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand working of its own will, stroking and kneading at my Hindu length and my balls.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel a wet spot developing on my briefs and whimpered as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rubbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers over it.
I pulled back from the kiss, glaring into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face,
“Oh it’s like that, is it?” I asked gruffly, her breath as heavily affected as mine.
Finally I let go of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wrist, the rush of blood back into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s limb made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s fingers tingle.
I reached inside my briefs and adjusted myself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund ran straight up my stomach now, the swollen head sticking out the top of my briefs and pointed at my belly button.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hand hadn’t shifted from my crotch; and I still had my hand latched into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair.
I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head forward, making me look down, making me look at the engorged head of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could see the glistening pre cum on its tip and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah licked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips wishing to herself that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could take it into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and suck it all up.
Instead though, I made Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watch as I used my forefinger to smear the dribble of pre cum all over the head of my penis.
I let Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head right itself, and looking into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face again I said,
“Open your mouth.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah parted Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips without thought, waiting for whatever else I wanted of her.
With a satisfied smile, I brought my finger to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and rubbed it against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip.
Immediately Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue darted out to lick at the tips of my finger, tasting the salty pre cum of my Uncut Hindu Lund that I had smeared on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lip, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned and closed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth around my digit sucking on it as if they were my engorged Uncut Hindu Penis.
I pushed another digit inside Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
“Oh yeah,” I said as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue slide between my two fingers, “not only a little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, but a cum slut too.”
I leant forward and put my mouth close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear.
“Do you like the taste of my pre cum honey? I bet you’d like to taste a bit more hmm?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered and nodded her head with my fingers still in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
My hand tightened in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair, making her wince,
“Say, ‘Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt’.” I reminded her in a warning tone.
“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped, trying to form the words around my fingers.
“That’s what I thought.” I said smugly. “And are you a little cum slut?”
“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped again as I withdrew my fingers from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
“Would you like to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, honey?”
“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah replied in earnest, panting.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah really did love sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She had dreamed of it already very much.
“Oh yeah,” I said. “All right my good little Uncut Hindu Lund tease, get on your knees.”
And Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did; without a moment’s hesitation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah fell to her knees and looked up into my face with a pleading look on hers.
“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I could get used to that look.” I said to no-one in particular. “All right honey, take them off.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew immediately I was referring to my briefs so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah reached forward and clasped the waistband.
Dragging them down slowly, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let her eager fingers glide along the sparsely haired skin of my toned thighs before letting my jocks fall to the ground around my ankles.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah still looked up at me, waiting for me to tell me what to do next.
I stepped out of my jocks, kicking them away, and grabbed hold of my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own eyes were drawn to the action and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept licking at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s bottom lip like a person in the desert starved for water.
My hand wound itself in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair again, holding her stationary.
“Don’t move, and keep your tongue in your mouth. Don’t do anything at all until I tell you to, understand?”
“Yes, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes straining to look up at me because Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t move Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s own head.
I smiled at her then, my teeth flashing white like some predatory animal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath catch and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clench.
What was I going to do to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought dazedly.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t really care, just so long as I did something.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knelt there in front of me, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath short and quick, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips parted ever so slightly.
“Look at my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I instructed her and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did as I told.
Pre cum was oozing out of the tip in an almost constant flow.
Her hand worked my length slowly, up and down, squeezing around the bulbous tip like she was milking it.
“See what you’ve done to me? See how hard and wet you’ve made me?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know if I wanted her to answer me or not, so Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah remained quiet.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted desperately to lick my lips but she remembered to keep her tongue in her young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth like I’d told her.
“And now you’re going to help fix it. Aren’t you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” I crooned. “You’re going make it feel all better, aren’t you?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched with wide eyes as my hips shifted closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, bringing the tip of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund closer to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I moved slowly, teasing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah until finally, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips.
I rubbed the tip back and forth across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted lips.
More pre cum dribbled out of it as I smeared it across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and down onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin.
I rubbed myself all over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, across Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s cheeks, on Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin, even down the length of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nose.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was twitching like mad, so wet and slippery, so hot and aching, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to touch it but somehow she knew that she shouldn’t now.
The strong scent of fresh Hindu pre cum filled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Musalmān nostrils and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ached to get it in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could taste it faintly against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s teeth as it dribbled into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips and groaned again, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes rolling closed.
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In rapid succession, Sabīħah Parvéz called witnesses to testify Åbdul Raħmān’s interest in the Rājsthān Oil and refining Company, after Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.
They also proved his friendship with Muħammad Rasūlullāh.
They further proved that Åbdul Raħmān had been engaged in a quiet campaign to secure proxies in Rājsthān Oil and refining Company in his name, shortly prior to his death.
The facts were already known to me through my own investigations of the case.
There was nothing, I could use, for the defense’s benefit.
I brushed the witnesses aside with the casual comment, “No questions,” naturally when I was asked to cross-examine them.
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr watched me with thoughtful curiosity.
He never agreed with Prosecutor Nādir Muħammad that I defended my extremely beautiful Musalmān “concubines” whether they were guilty or not.
“Nonsense, Nādir!” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr had laughed, “Come to your senses. You’ve forgotten even we are in a party, not in court. You’ve called me ‘your honor’ instead of ‘Vīréndr Pratāp’ or ‘Vaishvāmitr’.”
“I don’t agree with you, Nādir.”
“Oh, come on, Nādir.” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr tried to avoid the unpleasant discussion.
“Why do you Hindus enjoy sex more with our houseladies than your own?”
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr was angry himself now.
“Nādir, control yourself. Don’t act communal.”
“You are absurd to use such a dirty language.”
It was now obvious to the veteran Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr that I did not want to engage in routine cross-examination.
Sabīħah Parvéz smiled at me and in a manner of one making a dramatic announcement, said,
“Call Fātimah Rasūlullāh to the stand.”
She seemed determined to be brave.
There was no sign of a nudist feminist that was ravenous to have Outdoor Sex with me.
It was all in newspapers, news channels and on Internet even.
Yet, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was not even a bit embarrassed about it.
On the contrary, she enjoyed the publicity of her Outdoor Sex sessions with me.
“It’s my life, and it’s my body.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh had commented, “If my sex partner does not object, I don’t object, who the damn rest of the others are to object? I’m an adult, damnfools!”
“It’s detrimental to Musalmeen.” Someone said.
“The Musalmeen can disown me if they feel insulted.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said, “But they haven’t any legal right to tell me where I can have sex with Durgesh, and where I can’t. I refuse to be dictated by some foolish backward Musalmeen, nonsense! Who are they to dictate mein my private life?”
So, the court was filled with spectators to see the everbold infamous Outdoor Sex Queen personally.
Everyone was interested in her Outdoor Sex with me, not in her testimony.
Sabīħah Parvéz was also enjoying the publicity she was getting.
Under skillful questioning by Sabīħah Parvéz, Fātimah Rasūlullāh told about her father’s, Muħammad Rasūlullāh’s, death, the reading of the will, and the initial conversations with the defendant Åāýéshah Abu Bakr about the trust.
“Now then,” Sabīħah Parvéz continued, “when did the defendant make her first accounting under the trust?”
“When it was due.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said.
“Was it self-explicit to you?”
“Why was it not so?”
“My accountant said it was not in proper form.”
“Objected to as hearsay, your honor.” I said.
Sabīħah Parvéz smiled to me, and then she addressed the court.
“The accountant is herself in the court, your honor. I request the witness to avoid hearsay testimony.”
“Well,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said, “you asked me why it was not self-explicit to me. How else can I answer your question? I’m not expert in accounting myself.”
“Was the accounting explained to you by someone else?”Sabīħah Parvéz controlled herself.
“By the defendant herself, yes.”
“By someone else, other than the defendant?”
“No. I failed to find such an appropriate accounting person.”
“You kept on trying to find someone?”
“My staff kept on trying to find someone.”
“Your honor,” I stood up, “the defense requests that the will of late Muħammad Rasūlullāh should be read word to word for the sake of the record.”
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled to read the will word to word.
Sabīħah Parvéz read it:
“The last testament of Muħammad Rasūlullāh, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, do hereby revoke all former wills and codicils executed by me, and dispose of my estate as follows:
“To my daughters Zainab Rasūlullāh, Ruqaiyah Rasūlullāh, Kulsūm Rasūlullāh, I give one seventeenth of my estate to each if they keep to be One Man Women and living with Durgesh as his women till they/Durgesh die. If they refuse to remain One Man Women ever, or stop living with Durgesh as his women, their shares would go to a trust under the leadership of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr as being a party Durgesh has refused to be the trusty himself.
“In such a case, I give each a sum of money necessary to pay off all the debts of each as of today. Any debts incurred after today will not be covered by this gift. If any of my daughters attempt to contest this will, then this gift will be nullified as to that daughter.
“To my ex wives, Kħadījah Rasūlullāh, Åāýéshah Rasūlullāh, Sawdah Rasūlullāh, Maimūnah Rasūlullāh, Zainab Zubair Rasūlullāh, Zainab Salmān Rasūlullāh, Safiyah Rasūlullāh, Ħafsah Rasūlullāh, Ħabībah Rasūlullāh, Javériyah Rasūlullāh, Salmah Rasūlullāh, Réħānah Rasūlullāh and Maryam Rasūlullāh, I give the same one seventeenth of my estate to each if they keep to be One Man Women and living with Durgesh as his women till they/Durgesh die. If they refuse to remain One Man Women ever, or stop living with Durgesh as his women, their shares too would go to the same trust under the leadership of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr as being a party Durgesh has refused to be the trusty himself.
“In such a case, I give each a sum of money necessary to pay off all the debts of each as of today. Any debts incurred after today will not be covered by this gift. If any of my ex wives too attempt to contest this will, then this gift will be nullified as to that ex wife.
“No priority to any of my daughter or to any of my ex wife. My ex wives are, thirteen in numbers, are already adequately provided for when they left me to enjoy the infamous Hindu Sex Kicks of Durgesh.
“The remainder of my estate I give to my dearest, yet thoroughly rotten in my paternal love for her, daughter Fātimah Rasūlullāh, if she keeps to be One Man Women and living with Durgesh as his woman till she/Durgesh dies. If Fātimah Rasūlullāh refuse to remain One Man Woman ever, or stop living with Durgesh as his woman, her share too would go to the same trust under the leadership of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr as being a party Durgesh has refused to be the trusty himself.
“In such a case, I give Fātimah Rasūlullāh too a sum of money necessary to pay off all the debts of her as of today. Any debts incurred after today will not be covered by this gift. If even Fātimah Rasūlullāh attempts to contest this will, then this gift will be nullified as to her too.
“This document is intended to be a holographic will. Every word has been written by my hand, and I hereby sign it.
“Signed, dated—time—by Muħammad Rasūlullāh.”
“Ms. Fātimah Rasūlullāh, did you hear the testament of your Abbū Marħūm?”
“Of course!” Fātimah Rasūlullāh was serious now more.
She loved her Marħūm Abbū, Muħammad Rasūlullāh very much.
All of them did so.
“You knew your Abbū Marħūm was writing such a will?”
“All of us knew.”
“All of you—knew?”Sabīħah Parvéz was really surprised.
“Yes, of course! What’s so surprising there?”
“Are you not a modern young woman?”
“Of course I am. And I think myself even somewhat more modern than our present society too.”
“Don’t you like it?”
Sabīħah Parvéz was all alert.
“I’m not on the witness stand, my lady. My likes or dislikes are immaterial, irrelevant and bear no issue to the present case.”
“My question to you is what your reaction was when you heard this will?”
“I was glad.”
Sabīħah Parvéz looked at the witness, perplexed.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
“There’s nothing to be surprised of. This will was not made to discipline any of us. It was made to compel Durgesh to live with all the seventeen of us.”
“Allah Allah Kħairsallah!” Sabīħah Parvéz said involuntarily.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
“It’s generally claimed by some so called righteous Musalmeen that Durgesh is after us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies to have sex with us. This testament of my Abbū Marħūm is an evidence to the contrary.”
“An evidence to the contrary?”
“Of course! Anyone can watch us seventeen Sunni Musalmān Beauties. We are most beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān houseladies. Yet, Durgesh is too busy to look at us, even. Abbū Marħūm wanted us all the four sisters to marry Durgesh.”
“It was not possible due to Hindu marriage Act 1955.”
Sabīħah Parvéz smiled too.
“But Durgesh often says repeatedly that:
‘Ved Bible and Qur’an the trio if we have,
Don’t worry of humanity then ever, the trio will save.’
Am I right?”
“Yes, I think so.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
“Are you asking my opinion?”
“Well, my opinion is that Durgesh isn’t one of the persons who tell something else, and do something else.”
“But he acted so practically. Didn’t he?”
“Why? You are four sisters. Are you not?”
“Of course, but Durgesh was already married to a Saiyad Sunni Musalmān young lady, named Saiyadā Fātimah PhD. He could marry only three of us four sisters even if he was converted to Islam . It couldn’t solve our problem.”***
Sabīħah Parvéz suddenly changed her track of questions altogether.
“Were there any other form of accountings?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh realized the new attack.
She smiled and prepared herself for it.
“Of course. She discussed, from time to time, the securities that she had sold in order to give me my allowance.”
“Did she make any comments at that time in regard to the principals of the trust?”
“She said at one time that she had sold nearly all of the securities that my Abbū Marħūm had left.”
“Thereby giving you the impression that there would be no funds available to you after the termination of the trust?”
“Well, I had that impression, yes.”
“Did the defendant, at any time, tell you that there was a large sum of money in the trust that she’d have to pay over to you? Or, to which you would be entitled on the termination of the trust period?”
“Not in so many words, but I knew my Abbū Marħūm had too much faith in her ingenuity to protect me. I always suspected she was playing some legal game so that she could protect me from financial disaster. My Abbū Marħūm had not appointed her trustee otherwise.”
She didn’t expect even this much gratitude from her.
It was not easy to protect Fātimah Rasūlullāh from herself.
She was a rotten child.
Ålī and his Ammī Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib had completely captured her.
She had met me with them.
Ålī came in first—a broad shouldered young man with a spade beard, no moustaches, calmly contemptuous eyes, a sport shirt open at the neck disclosing a hairy chest, a pair of rather wrinkled slacks, and sandals over bare feet.
Ålī was carrying a coat over his arm.
Behind Ålī was not his Ammī, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, though.
Perhaps she was his sister.
Mostly his Bājī she might be.
She was not more than thirty perhaps.
Medium sized, perhaps not above my own shoulders.
She was rather smart, even aggressively smarter than Ålī.
Her nose was beautiful and sharp pointed.
They glistened as she made my quick appraisal.
A lioness, beware! My sixth sense warned me even while my Uncut Hindu Penis was demanding penetrations from me between her thighs.
Sālī was smart enough to watch my shamelessly standing Hindu Penis between my thighs.
Her head was raised higher with self-pride.
It was not easy to make Durgesh horny for you in the very first acquaintance.
She had succeeded in making me hot for her.
Ålī was a fool.
He had decided to fight with me, as I was the attorney for Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
Ålī hated Åāýéshah Abu Bakr very much.
She was a lot smarter for him.
Moreover, she was my woman.
She, stalking forward and pushing out a hand, said,
I nodded smiling, taking her beautiful hand in mine and squeezing it significantly.
“Won’t you be seated?”
They found chairs.
So, this is Kħadījah Muħammad?
Durgesh’s Outdoor Sex Queen?
Well, let’s see how longer more she enjoys the title.
“My closest friend and my most loyalist, helping me in everything whatsoever. I need her assistance always. Kħadījah Muħammad is my right hand actually.”
Ålī cleared his throat.
Islam Abī Tālib smiled her assurance to her Ammījān, and assumed the conversational initiative.
I immediately realized the game.
Islam Abī Tālib had made up her mind to use all her sex appeal to me.
She was aware that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was not only my client, but my woman also.
I was 61 and a lady of 50 was perfect match for me.
What a pleasure! Even her equally beautiful daughter, around 30, was seducing me.
My Hindu Penis hardened more.
I’d already fucked Fātimah Rasūlullāh in outdoors.
So, we both were smiling at each other significantly.
“Great work, Fātimah. The horny Hindu old man must be on our side.”
“He isn’t old man, Ammījān! He is making me to plead in his every utmost passionate and powerful Hindu penetration of me.”
“You must not have surrendered to that dirtiest Hindu, Fātimah. You have disappointed me.”
Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib scolded her son.
“Why are you such an idiot, Ålī?”
“Fātimah is competing with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr. Nothing else. And it is necessary.”
Islam Abī Tālib laughed.
“My younger brother thinks he is Ħazrat Ålīrz.”
“Nonsense, Bājī!” Ålī was angry to her even.
Ålī fell from seventh sky.
“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is smart enough to have sex with Durgesh. Yet, she isn’t smart enough to have Outdoor Sex with him. Fātimah Rasūlullāh is defeating Åāýéshah Abu Bakr in her own game.” Islam Abī Tālib said.
“Your Bājī is right.” Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib seconded her daughter.
“I don’t want you both have Outdoor Sex with Durgesh, even for that huge amount of money.”
“You are an idiot.” Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib flared, “And how can you stop us? You are not my Abbū. I’m your Ammījān.”
Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib could not tolerate it anymore.
“And what if we want it to do?”She thundered at her son.
Ålī was startled.
Islam Abī Tālib was dumb founded.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was smiling victoriously.
The keen interest they both had taken in watching her Outdoor Sex Adventures with me, had told her a lot of their own desires.
“Ammījān is right.” Suddenly Islam Abī Tālib controlled herself and thundered at Ålī too, “Who are you to tell us what we should do in our private life and what we should not? We are the masters of our own life, not you. You are not our husband. You are Ammījān’s son and my younger brother only.”
“I know you both are also nudist feminists.” Ålī charged them querulously.
“And how do you know that?” his Ammījān shouted.
“How do I know that? How do I know that?” Ålī was fuming, “Why? Am I blind? Can’t I see even how do you live in your rooms?”
“You— you peep at us? You incestuous worthless creature! Go away from here, or else we’d kill you. We’ve every right to live in our rooms as we damn please.”
He marched away from there.***
My eyes locked with Ålī’s.
“Do you know Åāýéshah Abu Bakr?”
“I’ve met the bitch.”Ålī said heatedly. And then added as though disposing of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr for all time, “A squire, a moneygrubber. She’s an outsider.”
“I’m sorry to differ with you here, Fātimah.” Islam Abī Tālib smiled at her sweetly, “But perhaps too much faith.”
“You see, Islam Bājī!” Fātimah Rasūlullāh explained, “Abbū Marħūm thought I must never be trusted with money. There was an immensely large sum of money. Abbū Marħūm left it to Åāýéshah as trustee. His first choice was Durgesh. But Durgesh refused on the ground that he was himself circuitously a beneficiary under the will. If the will is contested ever, he could be charged being biased. He could take care of Abbū Marħūm’s wishes and ambitions more skillfully than being the trustee himself.”
“I see.” Islam Abī Tālib looked at me heroworshipingly.
I winked at her, avoiding Ålī’s gaze.
Islam Abī Tālib smiled and winked at me in return.
Her Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib watched her daughter surreptitiously, and smiled quite content.
Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib was pleased with her extremely beautiful daughter’s behavior.
She knew her son, Ålī Abī Tālib very well too.
They were unable to understand the bitter fact in this dangerous thinking that it was immensely harmful for the Muslim Community itself.
“Abbū Marħūm established the trust so that I could have enough each year to keep me going for four years,” Fātimah Rasūlullāh went on, “but not enough to go out and splurge, and wake up broke.”
“I’m glad that you understand that now.” Ålī said curtly, “You were against Abbū Marħūm when we met first that he trusted Åāýéshah Abu Bakr more than his own daughter/daughters and wives.”
“Don’t you think your elder sisters and Ammīs love you more than Åāýéshah Abu Bakr does?”
“Of course, certainly.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh beamed to it.
“So they would have given you more money on your demand than Åāýéshah Abu Bakr did.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh received a jolt as if.
“You— you are right.” She whispered.
“And you couldn’t have even what you are having now.” I kept on smiling.
“You— you are right again.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whispered again.
“A person, who has never earned the money s/he spends, can’t understand how difficult it is to earn it.” I said.
“You are right.”Islam Abī Tālib immediately seconded me.
“Yes.”Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib also beamed in agreement with me.
Ålī smiled tartly.
Yet, even he didn’t contradict me.
“Muħammad Rasūlullāh was one of my closest friends.” I said gravely, “whenever it was the time of Salāt-e-Jumā’ and he was with me, he always insisted to take me with him.”
“What?” Ålī was astonished.
An incredible surprise was written there all over his face.
“You—you attended Salāt-e-Jumā’ with Abbū Marħūm?” he asked incredibly.
“So many times.” I smiled.
“Ved Bible and Qur’an the trio if we have,
Don’t worry of humanity then ever,
the trio will save.”
None did speak.
Ålī watched it quite alert.
He could not imagine his Ammījān and Bājī as my women.
He was too biased against me.
Yet, he was not alone.
Too many Musalmeen were biased against me, without even knowing me well.
But, most of them were anti Hindus themselves.
Muħammad Rasūlullāh was not one of them.
There were too many Musalmān Beauties married with the Hindus and still practicing Islam, ardently, in Hindu households; even with their Hindu husbands participating with them, time to time, in their Islamic activities.
Hindus were never communal.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh broke the silence ultimately.
“I was saying “Abbū Marħūm established the trust so that I could have enough each year to keep me going for four years, but not enough to go out and splurge, and wake up broke.”
“I think Abbū Marħūm were more afraid of your profligacy, than anything else.”Ålī said.
“I think you are right.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled at Ålī.
“I see,” I observed gravely, “Do you have any predilection, any weakness, for extravagance, Fātimah?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed sophisticatedly.
“I guess Abbū thought so. I never thought I was extravagant, though from time to time, even my Ammīs, Bājīs and even my cousins told me so. I never agreed with them.”
“That’s why Abbū Marħūm needed the trust ultimately.”Ålī said.
“I guess Abbū thought I had a predilection, a weakness, for just about everything.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.
Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib tried to bring the conversation on the track.
“The reason we are here is that we understand the trustee, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, has finally come around to the idea for an endowment.”
“An endowment?” I smiled.
“Of course. Ålī wants to have it so that—”
“Who is Ålī to have any idea about trust, legally?” I smiled.
Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib smiled too.
“He is Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s would be husband. Isn’t he?”
“Would be husband?” I laughed, “Even a duly married husband doesn’t have any legal right in the matter.”
My Uncut Hindu Penis was getting harder and harder as both the Ammī and daughter were using their immense sex appeal to seduce me.
Ålī was not approving of it.
But he couldn’t help it, after all.
They were elder to him.
He couldn’t discipline them.
They could discipline him, on the contrary.
The immense sum of money involved, hundreds million dollars, have made them blind even to their morals, characters and Dīn, even.
They were to have even Outdoor Sex with me for it, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh did.
Now, Ålī knew why I chose law as my profession.
It was easy for me, in this way, to fuck any Musalmān Beauty I wanted to.
Moreover, they themselves tried their best to seduce me.
What a man!
What a dirtiest man!
Even at his 61, this beast is having Outdoor Sex with 28-30 years old Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
And now, the Hindu beast is playing the game in such a way that even his own Ammījān and Bājī is seducing him to have even Outdoor Sex with them.
Allah, why the money is so important?
Why the money is so important?
To her pleasant surprise, Islam Abī Tālib touched her Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib’s right hand, holding my bare Uncut Hindu Penis, out of my pant already, and playing with it invitingly more and more.
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I was really astonished.
“Everywhere in public?”
“Why not?” entirely unashamed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked surprised.
“Well—” I could not respond her enthusiasm and surprise.
“Don’t tell me you are ashamed of fucking me everywhere in public.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me.
I had controlled me in the meantime.
“Never.” I was more enthusiastic now even than Fātimah Rasūlullāh was, “I promise to fuck you my darling, everywhere in public, wherever and whenever you want.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me.
“Is it really possible, Durgesh darling?”
“Let’s see what we can do in the matter legally.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was immensely glad.
She actually was after breaking Kħadījah Muħammad’s record.
Kħadījah Muħammad was my Outdoor Sex Queen.
Yet, even Kħadījah Muħammad couldn’t make me fuck her everywhere in public wherever and whenever she wanted.***
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said with his usual judicial gravity.
“Gentlemen, I hope we can get a jury today.
It was second day of the trial.
It was the compulsion of the Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān that despite every desperate frantic effort of Ålī and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, she still allowed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr to remain on bail.
She refused to surrender to any bloody Congressperson even.
No, she was not a supporter of NDA.
She supported Congress.
But, she could not do it in this particular case due to her everaggressive daughter, Safiyah Muħammad.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān loved her daughter more than she loved Congress.
The BJP government at Madhya Pradesh managed to get more support from public then the wretched Congresspersons could.
It was the second term of the BJP government at Madhya Pradesh.
“I hope the same, your honor.” I said suavely.
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr looked at the beautiful assistant of the district attorney, Sabīħah Parvéz.
She always respected me and managed usually to be in the case, if I personally represented my client.
The persons suspected Sabīħah Parvéz actually loved me.
“The peremptory is with the prosecution.” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said.
Sabīħah Parvéz smiled.
“The prosecution passes, your honor.”
I arose, bowed and smiled.
“Let the jury be sworn.” I said, “The defense has no further peremptories and is satisfied with this jury.”
Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr smiled as he said,
“Well, I hardly expected such prompt action. I thank both the councils. The clerk will now swear the jury and then the court will take a ten-minute recess.”
After the recess, Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr nodded to the table of the prosecution.
“Make your opening statement, Mr. Prosecutor.” The judge said.
Sabīħah Parvéz once more stood up.
“If it please the court,” Sabīħah Parvéz said, “and you members of the jury, for the most part I’m going to let the facts speak for themselves. Yet, as they are somewhat complicated, I’ll give you a brief outline.
“Under the terms of this trust, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had the right to sell the securities as she saw fit, purchase other securities, and to pay out such money as she saw fit to the beneficiary of the trust, Ms. Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
“Now, ladies and gentlemen, we expect to prove that in the five years, the period during which the trust had been in effect, the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, always made her accounting in such a technically legal way that it always disheartened Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”
Sabīħah Parvéz ignored my smile deliberately and went on,
“Furthermore, ladies and gentlemen of the jury, we propose to show that the defendant, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, had systematically looted the trust, using income from it to feather her own financial nest until she had built up an independent fortune in the name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh through shrewd steps, investments and manipulations.
The eyes of the ladies and gentlemen of the jury, as well as those of the audience, turned to Åāýéshah Abu Bakr with hatred.
I smiled reassuringly at Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
Sabīħah Parvéz took almost fifteen minutes to complete her opening statement.
After that Sabīħah Parvéz bowed with courtly dignity, strode back to the counsel table, and sat down.
“Sālī!” I squeezed her buttocks.
Sabīħah Parvéz winked at me and went to sit at her table innocently.
“Do you wish to make an opening statement at this time?” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr asked me.
“No, your honor. We’ll defer our opening statement until the defense is ready to put on its case.”
“Very well,” Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr said, “Call your first witness, Ms. Prosecutor.”
Sabīħah Parvéz called the autopsy surgeon, Dr. Bilqīs Kħān.
She testified that she had performed the autopsy of Åbdul Raħmān.
“Doctor,” I asked in cross-examination, “did you know the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, personally?”
Sabīħah Parvéz rose to her feet,
“Objected as impertinent and immaterial.”
“I don’t think so, your honor.” I said, “It may go to the bias of the witness.”
“Overruled.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled, “It’s a murder case. The defense is fighting to save a human life. The court will see that the defense must get every right, the law allows.”
“Thank you, your honor.” I bowed to the court.
“Answer the question, Doctor!”
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled triumphantly,
“The decedent, Åbdul Raħmān, was my ex husband, your honor.”
Sabīħah Parvéz leaned to me and whispered quite astonished,
“How did you know?”
“I’ve my own sources, Sālī!”
Then I addressed the witness,
“How long the marriage was in effect?”
“Not more than six months, sir.”
“Who approached the court for divorce?”
“Objected as to be immaterial, your honor.”Sabīħah Parvéz said, “The marriage of the witness to the decedent cannot be linked with his murder.”
“But, it can affect the testimony of the witness.” I insisted.
“How?”Sabīħah Parvéz asked me ironically, “I think the defense is trying to blacken the character of the decedent.”
“The defense has every right to show how responsible the decedent himself could be for his murder.”
“The court thinks the defense is right.”Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr ruled again, “The objection is overruled.”
“I approached to the court for the divorce, your honor.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said gravely.
“On what grounds?”
“My husband suspected my relation with one of my friends, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
“Was it true?”
“Yes, your honor.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān answered to the court.
“Did you love Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý prior to your marriage with the decedent, Åbdul Raħmān?” I asked.
“Then why did you marry Åbdul Raħmān, instead of Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý?”
“Because Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed my parents.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān exploded the bombshell.
The jury and the audience were stunned due to the sudden development of the case.
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was the first witness of the prosecution.
Everyone expected her testimony to be a routine testimony.
None expected this explosive character revelation of the victim.
What none of them knew was that it was deliberately managed by me.
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān was on leave when the dead body of Åbdul Raħmān was brought for autopsy.
I managed to cancel her leave so that she herself could perform his autopsy, and I could bring these facts in cross-examination.
The prosecution’s everfirst witness blackened the character of the decedent.
“The Hindu playboy can go to any limit to protect his Musalmān Beauties.” Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad gritted his teeth, “He is the legal wizard, too much resourceful, a master psychologist and a master cross examiner.”
“You are right, sir.”
“Do you really love Durgesh, Sabīħah?”
“Sabīħah, I respect the beast.”
“I know, sir. And I’m proud of my chief that I work under such a nice gentleman.”
“Åbdul Raħmān blackmailed your parents?” I let my surprise register on my body language literally.
“Yes, sir.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān went on, “He blackmailed Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý too and compelled him to marry his own sister, my sister in law, Nafīsah Raħmān.”
“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”
“Yes, sir. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is my sister in law. She also loved Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. My husband managed through his blackmails that his sister Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān succeeded in marrying Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý.”
“You didn’t object?”
“My parents requested me to protect their own secrets.”
“And you surrendered?”
“Yes. I had to. Yet, I never surrendered my body to Åbdul Raħmān.”
“Never?” I registered my surprise again.
“Never.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully, “I told the bloody blackmailer that I am a One Man Woman. I’ve already surrendered my pious Sunni Musalmān body to my Hindu love, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he’ll be the only man in my life.”
“What did he tell in response?”
“He said he isn’t interested in my body. He was interested only in the marriage of his sister, Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān with Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý. And he has succeeded in it.”
“Åbdul Raħmān never touched you as a husband.”
“I hated the bloody blackmailer.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān said scornfully once again, “I never allowed him.”
I looked at Judge Vīréndr Pratāp Vaishvāmitr.
“Your honor, I see Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān is in the court. She is a witness for prosecution, I believe.”
“Of course, your honor. Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān and even her husband, Dr. Amit Bhaŧŧāchārý, both are the witnesses for the prosecution.”
“Your honor, I request to call Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān for some clarification.”
Dr. Bilqīs Kħān testified that the death of Åbdul Raħmān had been caused by a single gunshot wound in the head.
She testified that it had been fired into the left temple from a gun that had been not more than six inches away from the man’s head at the time of its discharge.
She fixed the time of death as between nine thirty o’clock and two thirty A. M. on the night of the fifth and sixth May 2010.
“Death could have been at nine o’clock, Doctor?” I asked.
“I doubt it.” Dr. Bilqīs Kħān looked at me gravely.
“At eight thirty?”
“I don’t think so.”
“But it could have been at eight thirty?”
“It’s possible but not probable. I fix nine thirty as the earliest hour.”
“But it’s possible death occurred at eight thirty?”
“Yet, not probable. We can’t fix the time of death with a stop watch.”Dr. Bilqīs Kħān smiled at me.
I smiled back at her,
“That’s all, Doctor. Thank you.”
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān took the witness stand.
Sabīħah Parvéz examined her,
“What’s your name?”
“Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.”
“Were you related to the decedent Åbdul Raħmān?”
“He was my brother.”
“When did you know your brother was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company?”
“He was never interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”
“What do you mean?”
“Actually I was interested in Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “My brother was acting as my agent in the bargain.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was all-alert now.
Even I could not help to remember when Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān first met me.
She was accompanied by Kħadījah Muħammad to my office.
“Hello, you are Durgesh?” she asked.
“You are Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān?”I grinned.
“What can I do for you?”
“I understand you are representing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.”
“I see. How do you understand that?”
“So many communal Musalmeen have told me so. So far they are always themselves in trouble.”
“Yes, that’s what I said.”
“That doesn’t mean it would happen in future too.”
“I believe in crossing a bridge when I reach it.”
“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is a hot potato.”
“I love Musalmān Beauties hottest.” I smiled.
“You don’t know anything.”
“I’d be obliged to you very much if you’d tell me what I don’t know.”
“I’ve learned that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr made statements that I’m crooked. She told that I don’t manage my company for the benefit of my shareholders. I do it to manipulate it for my own purposes.”
“I see.” I smiled at Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān.
“She said that I don’t know straight up about oil. I was primarily interested in biking people into investing in stock so I could keep myself in power as the head of the company at a darn good salary.”
I smiled urbanely.
“I hope you can prove, in a competent court, what you are charging my client to say.”
“I hope they are disinterested.”
“What do you mean?”
“The witnesses are too human beings, Doctor. They have their own human weaknesses and shortcomings. It has been proven so many times in courts that they’ve lied.”
“I have their affidavits.”
“And why did you have them?”
“So that they can’t lie on a later date in court.”
“So, you think they can lie?”
“Anyone can lie.”
“And so do your witnesses?” I kept on smiling.
“They are also human beings, as you’ve yourself said.”
“So, you want a court to believe such profound liars you yourself don’t believe?”
“What?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān looked at me all alert, “Who said I don’t believe my own witnesses?”
“Your actions do. Why else you needed their affidavits, if you believe they won’t lie?”
“What a man you are?”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān said, “The extent you go to protect your Musalmān concubines.”
“You are right both ways. Are you not? If I hadn’t taken their affidavits, you’ve claimed they lie. And now when I have their affidavits you claim I myself am afraid of them that they could lie otherwise.”
I smiled shrewdly.
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled too.
“I want to warn you that Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so much crooked that even all your excellent shrewdness cannot save her. Even you can save only the innocent ones.”
“Of course, you are right. But the mistake you are doing is that you think yourself a judge.”
“I don’t, never.”
“So why don’t you let a judge decide who is guilty and who is innocent?”
“My management has been vindicated. I bet Åāýéshah Abu Bakr wishes she had the twenty thousand shares of stock she sold a while ago.”
“Sold it?” I asked smiling.
“As if you don’t know what your foolish Musalmān concubine, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr, did. I heard and believed that you love Musalmān Beauties with brains. But Åāýéshah Abu Bakr is so beautiful that you broke your rule.”
“She is a Musalmān Beauty without brains. She made detrimental statements to me when she sold the shares. She sold the stock to a purchaser warning her that it probably wasn’t any good. She foolishly said to her that I didn’t know straight up about the oil business. She claimed that I was just working a flimflam getting a lot of sterile acreage tied up so that I could make a big showing to people who knew nothing about the oil business, keep drawing a nice salary, and have an expense account, a private air plane and all that sort of stuff.”
“I’m surprised that instead of suing Åāýéshah Abu Bakr for what you claim she said, you came to me.”
Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān smiled.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I smiled, “I’m disheartened.”
“Nonsense! I’m not fool enough even to think so. You have millions of us extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties still trying to friend with you, you even can’t oblige. I’m merely trying not to have a dangerous antagonist out of you, instead of an extremely precious friend of us entire Musalmān Beauties.”
“Can we be friends?”
“How, if you want to sue one of my beloveds?”
“Nonsense! You are wise enough to understand I haven’t come to you if I wanted to do that.”
“Let me hear why actually you’ve come to me.”
“Thank you.” I looked at her really gratefully.
“I want you at my side of the fence, not in the opposite one.”
“So, what do you propose?”
“Åāýéshah Abu Bakr has foolishly damaged my image and that of my Company, Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company, too. I’m the President of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. She could have sold her stock without any such unnecessary comment. Do you agree?”
“I’m not here to sue. I’m not here to threaten. I’m wise enough to understand you must be on my side.”
“I thank you once again. Just finish what you want to say.”
“You’d have it. Anything else?”
“Thank you very much, Durgesh.”Dr. Nafīsah Raħmān was all smiles, “Now, I’m glad I decided to come to you.”
This entire event flashed through my mind just in one second or two.***
Safiyah Muħammad waved the director past, concentrating on her hair and make-up instead.
She didn’t really care who she was doing, as long as he is a Hindu.
She was not the first.
Neither she was alone.
“An Uncut Hindu Penis” Safiyah Muħammad used to say, “gives you something more than a cut cock can.”
“And what’s that?” her friends asked her.
“That’s right. Its Foreskin.” Safiyah Muħammad repeated, “It opens inside you when it enters, and closes when it’s pulled out.”
“You can’t imagine how much a woman enjoys the experience of its opening and closing inside.” Safiyah Muħammad’s eyes became starry, “I can’t describe the sexual bliss I do feel when the Uncut Hindu Foreskin opens and closes inside me in each powerful Hindu thrust. I’d do anything to get that unique experience repeated over and over endlessly.”
“You hate Musalmān males?” her friends asked Safiyah Muħammad.
“No. How can I hate them? They are my Dīnī brothers, my co religionists. It’s only sex I don’t like with them.”
“You don’t hate them”
“Never. No question at all.”
With this porn, she would have made enough to get herself completely out of debt and then maybe she could go and get a real job.
She didn’t need any job actually.
Her Ammījān, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had made so much money for her daughter that didn’t need to do anything for money.
She hated to live on her Ammījān’s money only.
She wanted to be self dependent.
Tossing her long black hair the pretty Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl pouted at herself in the mirror, looking at the short silky Kimono that clung to her great attractive curves.
They had even gotten the culture right.
Safiyah Muħammad enjoyed it very much.
She’d watched her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān once having sex with me.
I always warned Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān,
“So what?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān face from my Uncut Hindu Penis she was sucking passionately, “Who says it’s illegal for a Chief Justice to have sex with her lover?”
“She can see us in this way.”
Safiyah Muħammad, watching us from the keyhole, was all-alert now.
Safiyah Muħammad had anticipated that.
Her Ammījān Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and her Abbū, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had been married for twenty-six years.
In fact, today was their wedding Anniversary.
But that wasn’t why Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was examining her reflection as she adjusted her bra and sweater in the big bathroom mirror.
She was preparing to attend a reception for the daughter of one of her best friends.
The sweater was cut much lower than anything she normally wore.
She’d never shown that much cleavage in public before.
Many women didn’t have anywhere that much cleavage to show!
The new bra she’d bought a month ago really showed off her glorious breasts.
She’d worn it several times before with her regular tops.
Men would stop dead and stare.
It was if she were walking naked.
But with this new sweater, Allah!
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had always had large breasts, so she knew ahead of time she’d always get attention.
If she wasn’t totally comfortable with it, at least she was used to it.
Over the years, she’d put on about thirty-five pounds, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm always kidded that most it went to her tits.
And he adored them.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān looked at herself critically.
She was obviously not the lithe young college cheerleader she was when she met her husband.
But her face was still very pretty, her eyes a beautiful pale blue, and her hair had never darkened.
It was still ash blond and totally straight.
Just a couple of months ago, at the mall, a handsome manager was admiring her as she waited in a checkout line.
Most men just stared silently; very few ever said anything.
He, however, smiled.
“I just wanted to tell you that your hair is the most beautiful color I’ve ever seen.”
And walked away.
She was on a high for the rest of the day.
She still smiled to herself when she remembered.
Then there was her mouth.
It was larger than Julia Roberts’ and she had those full puffy lips that some women have to pay for.
Her perfect, white teeth gave her a great smile.
A friend once told her that if she didn’t have those boobs, guys would be lusting after her mouth.
Once, while waiting for Muħammad Ibrāhīm at a restaurant bar, a nice looking man in a suit sitting across the bar kept stealing furtive glances at her.
She decided to tease him a little, so, like some feminine ninja; she took up lipstick and mirror and delivered a slow, sensuous performance.
As she applied a thick coat of shiny, shocking pink, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān deliberately pursed her lips, opened her mouth in an oval, and ran her tongue across them.
As she pretended to admire her handiwork in the mirror, she actually was peeking to see his reaction.
Subconsciously, he lifted his hips off the stool and reached below the bar level, obviously needing to make an adjustment to relieve a pressure down there.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was thrilled that she could cause such a reaction.
When she saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm arrive she slid off her stool, she opened her jacket, pushed her shoulders back and smoothed her sweater.
She was no longer looking at the guy across the bar, but she was positive he was looking at her.
As she closed her jacket again, she smiled at Muħammad Ibrāhīm and with a quick glance on the way to the restaurant, noticed that a second adjustment was being performed.
Finally, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān turned her attention to her legs.
They showed the signs of her weight, but were proportionate and shapely.
She wore a black silk skirt that ended about three inches above the knee and had a 4-inch slit at the left front.
She slowly raised the hem until she could see above the tops of her thigh high stockings and just a peek of her black silk panties.
The stockings were something for Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Like all men, he preferred them to pantyhose, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was going to do some subtle teasing at the reception.
She thought that if she gave him and occasional glimpse above the stocking, and maybe even let him run his hand up her skirt, the turn on might be an additional boost to his erection.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s cock was a little over two inches long, moreover what he’d lacked in size he could not make up even for in firmness.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān did not have even any lover before Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
In the past year or so, moreover, Muħammad Ibrāhīm often failed to achieve even full erection.
Sometimes, even her oral manipulations weren’t enough.
And Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was having trouble achieving her own orgasm with the new softer Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
More often than ever, she had to finish herself manually.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had thought about Viagra, but that was a subject Muħammad Ibrāhīm would have to bring up himself.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walked out of the bathroom and faced Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“How do I look?”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mouth hung open.
“Allah!” he gasped, smiling like a high school junior who’d picked up his blind date and found Dolly Parton. Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had her answer.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm immediately groped her breasts, but Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān backed away.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later.”
“No buts. Come on, we’ll be late.”
The hotel was only about five minutes from the reception hall.
Actually, the hall was only about twenty-five miles from Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s house, but they decided to get a room close by so they wouldn’t have such a drive home afterward.
And, both secretly thought, maybe there would be a little romance, too.
On the drive to the reception, Muħammad Ibrāhīm kept looking sideways at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s breasts.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled, wondering what reaction Muħammad Ibrāhīm was having somewhere below his eyes.
When she slid into the passenger seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure Muħammad Ibrāhīm got an eyeful of her legs and allowed just the beginnings of the stocking tops to show.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm noticed.
In her seat, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s skirt was resting about six inches above her knee and she left her legs slightly parted.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm dropped his hand on her thigh and started to run it up her leg.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān pushed his hand away.
“That’s for later, she told her husband.
“And keep your eyes on the road.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm groaned and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān giggled.
“Let’s just bag the reception and go back to the room right now,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm suggested hopefully.
Oh how Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān wanted to do just that!
She wanted Muħammad Ibrāhīm rock solid tonight though, and her plan to achieve that was just starting.
“Well, that might be fun, but I was thinking of something else first.”
“What?” Muħammad Ibrāhīm asked excitedly.
“Do you think anyone else at the reception will notice how I look?”
“I think everyone else will notice. I think if we were going to a funeral, the corpse would notice.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had to laugh.
She loved his sense of humor.
She was a little nervous about the next step however.
“Well, you know how I sometimes tell you about guys who check out my boobs during the day? Like last week when the bag boy at the supermarket couldn’t close his mouth, and messed up the bags and everything. Even the cashier had to laugh and tell him to put his tongue back in his mouth. You said I was such a tease with my big Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs flouncing everywhere. I said I didn’t do anything, but that you loved hearing about it. You even admitted it got you hard.”
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been looking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm to gauge his reaction to what she was saying, ready to backpedal if he seemed hesitant.
She took a breath and plunged in.
“So, I thought I’d give us both a thrill and do some teasing tonight. You could watch and maybe I’d get turned on a bit as well. Depends on what the guy looks like.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm swallowed hard. “What would you do?”
“Oh, I’m not sure how far I’d carry it. Not very. Show some cleavage, obviously, maybe press my tits against him if we danced. Maybe hump his leg a little if he really turned me on.”
” Would you kiss him, or let him feel you up?”
“Would you mind?”
“If that’s all, I think I could handle it. You know sometimes when I think about you and another guy, it sort of turns me on in a way. Guess that’s kind of weird, huh? Just don’t act like too much of a slut.”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, that’s disgusting! But the really nice thing is we won’t know anybody there except Noo. And we won’t ever see any of them again either. So it’s the perfect occasion to be a little daring.”
At the reception, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm sat at a table with two other couples from Noor’s work.
Both were mid-thirties and pleasant enough.
One husband was fairly attractive, but the other was a complete nerd.
Both did a double take when they saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, but she didn’t want to start any trouble by playing up to someone’s husband.
At the next table were five interns from the hospital where Noor’s daughter worked.
Two of them had dates.
They too noticed Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān as soon as she sat down.
They appeared to be in their mid to late twenties, and all were very attractive.
No doubt about it, these guys were ready for a party.
Noor came over after Muħammad Ibrāhīm had gotten drinks and proceeded to introduce everyone at the table and then waved the young doctors from the other table over.
She introduced each to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
They all grinned widely and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled back.
The last intern introduced was Durgesh.
I was medium in height and slim and spoke with a perfect Indian accent as I shook Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s hand.
“Pleased to meet you.”
My eyes looked deeply into Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s, and I didn’t release her hand.
She was immediately wet.
Could Durgesh tell?
“Oh, what a nice accent. Where are you from?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked.
I was the most handsome man Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had ever met.
After introductions, Noor stood to the side chatting briefly with Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She kidded Muħammad Ibrāhīm that he’d better keep Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān away from the interns, given the way his wife looked.
Noor made a special point to single out Durgesh.
“Durgesh‘s already slept with all the extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Lady Doctors on the floor,” Noor stated, winking at Muħammad Ibrāhīm. “And, he’s a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt man,” she finished, smiling at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly finished her drink and went to the bar for another.
She ordered a double because she needed the courage of alcohol.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew better than to make me part of her little teasing games that evening.
Her husband was no a bigot but, there was no telling how he might react.
However, any one of the other four young Hindu men would do nicely.
True her word, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān flirted and danced with each of the interns.
Mostly they were fast dances, but after the nerdy husband asked her once, she used that as an excuse to ask the sexiest intern, me, to rescue her so he couldn’t ask again.
It was a slow number, and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān made sure she pressed her chest firmly against mine.
She danced mostly with me from then on.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu erection and Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was getting progressively wetter.
Her teasing had better be having the desired effect on Muħammad Ibrāhīm, as she would be in some serious need of attention later.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān watched her husband to see my extra ordinary Hindu reaction, and Muħammad Ibrāhīm seemed fine.
She dragged him to the dance floor once and moved her body in to feel his.
“Why Muħammad Ibrāhīm lass,” she whispered in his ear, “I do believe there’s some tenting going on in your pants. Are you experiencing a chubby?”
He laughed and admitted he was enjoying her show.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān revealed she was enjoying it as well and that he’d better be prepared for a tigress when they got back to their room.
Despite her earlier good intentions, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān found herself subtly teasing me as well.
She was unable to curb her attraction to the young Hindu man.
When she talked to me, she deliberately licked her lips.
I ignored her and she became increasingly irritated.
Durgesh, it seemed to Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, had decided to tease the tease.
My movements were oh, so erotic.
I never looked directly at Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, yet I always seemed to know where she was and that she was stealing glances at me.
I would move my partner to a position where only Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān could see, then deliberately kiss Her neck, fondle Her breast, or massage Her ass.
It was like I was telling Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, I can have any Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Here, including you, and I know it. What’s more, you know it too, so if you want it, you’re going to have to ask for it, beg for it.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān mentally tortured herself imagining the forbidden fruit that was Durgesh.
After so many years of knowing she could have whatever she wanted from men, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was faced with wanting something she wasn’t sure she could get.
It infuriated and enflamed Her.
Finally, her panties were soaked through from watching the handsome young Hindu man she’d had enough.
I wasn’t moving on her and she didn’t have the nerve to approach me.
Her husband’s dick had better be good and hard tonight, damn it!
“Let’s go,” she said to Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“OK, I just have to use the men’s room first.”
As Muħammad Ibrāhīm walked off, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw me approach the Juice Corner.
As if she were a programmed computer, she walked over for one last hopeful attempt to get me to acknowledge her.
With Her chest thrust out as alluringly as she knew how, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān smiled at me.
I looked into her eyes and never even glanced below.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had meant to tell me she was leaving, but found herself deliberately looking down at Her chest and back up to my face.
“Don’t you want to touch them?” she asked me.
For a split second, I acted as I didn’t understand her question, and then I smiled broadly.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān quickly took my hand and led me out the back door.
Safiyah Muħammad, closely watching her Ammījān, followed us.
Once outside, we rounded a corner of the building where it was pitch black.
We were facing each other, but neither could see a thing.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān brought my hand up and placed it on her breast.
I raised my other hand and massaged Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān’s chest.
SHE moaned deeply, and with her own hand, reached for my Hindu crotch.
SHE fell against my chest as my size startled her.
SHE quickly unzipped my slacks and extracted my Hindu phallus.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān stroked me for no more than 10 seconds before she whimpered,
“I’ve got to have you, Durgesh.” as she slid to her knees and began playing with me.
SHE used her hand to help get me off.
It didn’t take long.
As I neared my release, I took Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān by the shoulders and tried to lift her up.
“Let me fuck you,” I told her.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān shook Her Head.
Although I couldn’t see her in the darkness, I felt her answer as my Uncut Hindu Cock was pulled from side to side.
“My husband is waiting, please come,” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān said, temporarily removing the fleshy, exciting Uncut Hindu tube from her mouth.
When I moaned, signaling my imminent ejaculation, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān knew she too would orgasm.
As I shot off into her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān reached under her skirt and moved her finger across her panties at her clit.
THE magnitude of her own orgasm shocked her.
SHE slumped to her hands and knees against my legs.
SHE swallowed my Hindu load in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth though the distraction of her own release prevented her from tasting anything at that moment.
SHE was shaking so badly, I had to help her to her feet.
“That was wonderful.” I said as I helped Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān to her feet.
“Mmmm…but I’ve got to get back to my husband.” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān caressed my Unique Uncut Hindu Cock as she replaced it into my pants.
She left me to zip up as she hurried away.
As she walked around the side of the building and into the back of the parking lot, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān saw Muħammad Ibrāhīm walking from their car back toward the front door.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān told me she had to hurry and quickly walked to the car and then toward the front door.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had just turned from scanning the hall again and saw Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān walking toward him.
“Where have you been?” Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān asked first, making it seem that Muħammad Ibrāhīm had been the one missing.
She was smarter than her idiot Musalmān husband was.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties were so.
I knew very well.
It was nothing extra ordinary.
“Looking for you, where’ve you been?”
“Let’s just go,” said Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān.
When she got in the car, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was horrified when she noticed some blades of grass clinging to her stocking clad knees.
She quickly closed her door to extinguish the light.
She was furiously brushing at her knees when Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned over and kissed her.
Before she could stop him, his tongue was searching her mouth.
Allah, thought Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, could Muħammad Ibrāhīm taste Durgesh.
She certainly still could.
Both Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān and Muħammad Ibrāhīm were silent during the ride back to the hotel, each wondering why the other was so quiet but unwilling emerge from their own erotic thoughts and speak first.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s mind was alive with thoughts of his wife.
Certainly, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had been more flirtatious, at times even seductive, tonight than he’d ever seen her.
Neither Muħammad Ibrāhīm nor Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān was prudes particularly.
They’d discussed things like swapping and affairs, but neither had the bravado move things beyond personal fantasies.
Several times, he’d seen her kissing one particular intern deeply.
He didn’t know then it was I.
All this had caused Muħammad Ibrāhīm to become aroused.
Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān, on the other hand, was musing about her own actions, the touching, the smell and tastes, the heft of my Uncut Hindu manhood in her hand.
Little flutters and flares ignited and pulsed through her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as, head back and eyes closed in the car’s dark interior, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān experienced a series mentally generated, mini-climaxes, something she’d never done before.
Her breathing was so shallow as to be nonexistent as she mentally approached the pure excitement that had been my moment of fulfillment.
My performance reminded Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān of how the Romans viewed oral sex.
It was the man who gave the woman fellatio, not the other way around.
Tonight, Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān considered the blowjob my ever-unforgettable Hindu gift to her, not her gift to me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had noticed something else.
Though Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān undoubtedly thought she was being surreptitious about it, her attention kept wandering to the Hindu young man.
Just as they were set to leave, he’d seen them talking together, and then both were missing.
What had happened?
Muħammad Ibrāhīm suspected Chief Justice Navīdah Sulémān had gone somewhere with me and let me grope and kiss her.
He really wanted to find out what happened with me.
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As Fātimah Rasūlullāh sat in her jeep, she thought about me and tried to recapture our last meeting in her mind.
A smile came to her face as she recalled how I had made her laugh and how much she loved that I was spontaneous enough to meet her the next day after our first sex.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was soooo excited sitting there, waiting for me to show up, her stomach in knots wondering if I would be interested in her even now when she had nothing new to offer me, or whether I would not be attracted to her now anymore at all.
Then, I reached there.
Because of the sun, it was hard to see in through the windshield, so Fātimah Rasūlullāh waited for me to get out of the car.
The first thing to catch her eye, was an incredibly long arm with a tattoo on the shoulder and then..
Fātimah Rasūlullāh saw me.
I smiled and Fātimah Rasūlullāh melted.
She had known I was cute, but Fātimah Rasūlullāh had no idea, before I fucked her, that I was going to be so well built.
She deserved it now after so hot a sex session with me in her own house.
I wanted to meet her at the place where Åbdul Raħmān was murdered.
And she was here.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh secretly hoped that I would have a bit of chest hair, enough that she could play with, twirl with her fingers, and lay her head against.
There was no hug, at first, just the two of us smiling at each other and enjoying the company while we batted some balls around.
And after goofing around, hitting and missing some balls, getting a little winded, we went for some dinner at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Pizza.
It was so nice to see Fātimah Rasūlullāh friendly with the waitress and the people around us.
After dinner, we found ourselves back at the golf course late at night, all alone in the parking lot.
We got out of the jeep and were standing leaning against my car when we decided to go for a walk on the course.
As we walked in the open field, we finally had our first kiss today, quick but nice and left Fātimah Rasūlullāh wanting for more.
She had been thinking all night about how she wanted my arms around her, for me to pull her in close so Fātimah Rasūlullāh could open her mouth and body to my touch.
We walked back to the cars and the more we talked, the closer we moved towards each other.
At one point, she was leaning back against my truck, with my body pressed against her.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh could feel our chests pressing together and she wanted to feel more, feel my hands all over her, feel me pushing up her shirt and grabbing her breasts.
Oh and that tongue of her, the way she circled my lips with her tongue – darting in and out – starting so gently and then pushing her tongue in deeper and harder just made me so hot thinking of me pushing into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
As I leaned my back against the car, Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her back to me and leaned against me, allowing me access to her body, wanting my hands to feel every inch of her.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh spread her legs.
Then as Fātimah Rasūlullāh leaned up against me, she felt my hands forcing their way down her jeans, down over her stomach, down into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh heard her moan when my fingers hit her wetness and her gasping as she felt my fingers slide up and down her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, hearing the wetness and then when they pushed into her, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was helpless.
Leaning against my body for support, Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my fingers sliding up and down over the lips, pressing deeper and deeper inside her.
My other hand moving to her breast and gently pinching her nipple.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh put her arms around my neck, allowing me to touch whatever I liked as she moved her body against mine, wriggling under my fingers, as I brought her closer and closer to cumming.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh tried to be quite but she wanted to moan louder, scream out my name as my fingers moved quicker, pushing in and out… feeling my squeezing her breast and feeling her nipple in between my fingers, rolling and pinching her nipple, until Fātimah Rasūlullāh could take no more, could hold on no longer as she felt the warmth start to spread through her body, the clenching of her Sunni Musalmān Pussy, the shaking as the orgasm ripped through her body.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh slumped against me, her chest open to the air, my hand down her pants, her legs feeling rubbery.
I moved her aside quickly as I opened her truck door and turned her around.
I quickly unzipped her jeans and pulled them down and off her legs.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was now bare from the waist down.
I sat Fātimah Rasūlullāh down in her front seat, facing outwards.
I unzipped my pants, pulled them down, just enough for her to see the huge Hindu bulge in my pants.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh then saw my Uncut Hindu Cock spring out when I pulled my pants down even farther.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh couldn’t see my face, just my Uncut Hindu Cock in front of her, hard, pointing towards her.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my hands reach in, gently grab her head and move it towards me.
She touched the tip with just her tongue, tasting the saltiness as I too was ready for me and had just a bit of precum at the end.
My hips were moving back and forth, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth wider for me, felt me go further down her throat, could hear me moaning louder as I called out that I was close to coming.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh wanted to please me as I had her.
She wanted to hear me cum.
She needed me to come inside her.
As Fātimah Rasūlullāh sucked me harder and moved her mouth up and down quicker, she felt me pull out and roughly tell her to turn around.
She felt my fingers at her legs, pushing them apart further and then felt my Uncut Hindu Penis on her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu Penis rubbing her lips from behind, travelling from her Sunni Musalmān Pussy all the way up to her ass and back down again.
Back and forth, not penetrating but driving Fātimah Rasūlullāh crazy with the sensation – wanting me to push in anywhere, getting wetter and wetter with wanting me in her body.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt my Uncut Hindu Penis gently slide into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy for just a quick second and then just as quickly I pushed into her butt hole and started moving my Uncut Hindu Penis in and out.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh couldn’t help pushing against me, wanting more… calling out ‘Durgesh, I need to feel you inside me, please, please put your Uncut Hindu Cock into me, anywhere just get inside” and then Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt the Uncut Hindu Penis come out of her.
And she felt my hands on her hips as I pushed deep and hard into her Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh screamed with the sensation, of my filling her so hard and quickly.
My strong Hindu arms held her there, as I grabbed her hips and thrust into her.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh told me that she couldn’t hold on much longer, as I continued to thrust into her, again and again.
She could tell by my breathing that I was too getting closer.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh started to push back against me, go in time with me, squeezing her muscles inside, making her Sunni Musalmān Pussy as tight as she could.
As Fātimah Rasūlullāh heard me tense up, she heard me say ‘oh Fātimah” as I started cumming and Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hold on no more as she moaned with me, once again feeling an orgasm rip through her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān body.
As Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt me pull out of her body, she saw me move over to her jeep and sit down in the seat.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh came out to me, grabbed my head in her hands as she gave me a deep long kiss.
And then she moved down my body, over my chest, down to my Uncut Hindu Cock, resting against the side of my hips.
I smiled up at Fātimah Rasūlullāh , as I knew that she wanted to taste both my juices, and hers.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh took me into her mouth.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently took my balls one by one into her mouth and then once again, she took a long, slow, wet lick up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock and up my chest to my nipples.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed gently on each nipple and travelled back down.
She felt my hands on the back of her head as she settled down, happily sucking on me, feeling me in her mouth, soft and tasty, taking her time, enjoying me.. Until, Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt it start moving in her mouth, felt as I started to harden once more.
Frankly, she was a great suck, a great fuck, and she did have an exactly effervescent personality.
Moreover, she thought I set the sun, and she sure loved to fuck me at least once a day, so I hung with her nonstop.
I casually mentioned I liked to have sex outdoors, and she seemed immensely thrilled, immensely interested, especially enthused.
She said she’d love to do it with me outside too.
Consequently, we were driving by the golf course, and I was pleasantly surprised when she said that might be a good place for love al fresco.
A storm was brewing, and the players were running towards the clubhouse for cover.
Well, weather notwithstanding, since Fātimah Rasūlullāh was usually sexually adventurous, I decided to seize the moment.
I pulled over on a side street, and we made haste toward the middle of the course until we found an immaculate green with no one in sight.
It was one of those summer storms that you really can’t tell if it’s going to rain right where you are or not.
We looked up at the sky and decided it was going to blow over, so we quickly stripped off what little clothes we had on and proceeded to get down to business.
That has always been my favorite oral sex position with any Sunni Musalmān girl, but it was particularly appealing with Fātimah Rasūlullāh because it afforded a great view of her spectacular derriere.
So young and firm but pliable, it had that perfect heart shape that, in this position, flared out to the sides to grip and pull apart for easy cunnalingual access.
So, I chucked the pin out and steered the tremendously stunning Fātimah Rasūlullāh down flat of her back.
I must say, with her long, curly blonde hair splayed back against the green grass, her clear blue eyes peering back at me, and that sharp-toothed ultra-white half smile, Fātimah Rasūlullāh really did look enormously outstanding.
I scooched her a couple inches back so that her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was right over my Uncut Hindu Penis and commenced to bang her.
Because Fātimah Rasūlullāh had such a superb Sunni Musalmān butt, I really preferred to fuck her doggie, but I was at that moment hung up on the “Sunni Musalmān hole in one” thing, so I had her in a missionary position, holding her skinny legs up high and wide.
Though Fātimah Rasūlullāh was always vocal, I had never seen her so carried away, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was biting her lips so hard I thought they would bleed and ripping tufts of Bermuda from the green.
To prevent further destruction, I bent her legs forward to hold them and her wrist against the ground, kissed her Sunni Musalmān titties during this brief period the nips were hard, as I fucked Fātimah Rasūlullāh hard, deepest, and fastest.
I always got a kick out of her talking like that during sex, as Fātimah Rasūlullāh never cursed at all any other time.
I liked her sexy talk, but what I really wished was that Fātimah Rasūlullāh would simply fuck back, put her hands to good use somewhere on my body, nibble GENTLY on my lip or ears, anything, really.
No matter what position we were in, I did most all the work, and Fātimah Rasūlullāh just lay there cussing like a sailor.
Of course, I’ve never been averse to hard work, especially when there’s an orgasm as compensation.
Anyway, there I was banging the cursing-to-the-top-of-her-lungs, lip-gnashing Fātimah Rasūlullāh on the 11th hole, par 3, dogleg right, for you golf aficionados, when there’s an ear-splitting crack of thunder simultaneous with her eyes’ becoming big as plates.
I experienced a weird magnetic feeling all over, what little body hair I have stood straight on end, and a “wah-wah-wah-wah-wah” sound pulsed in my ears.
And for an agonizing few moments, I could not move at all, neither breathe nor swallow.
Fortunately, my Uncut Hindu Dick stayed rock hard deepest inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s tight Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Then I heard a loud ripping sound from behind me, followed by limbs crashing down around us, though nothing but small branches swatted us. “Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I was finally able to holler.
Lightning had struck the huge white oak tree off the green in the rough behind us, splitting it in half.
Realizing we narrowly averted being zapped dead, but thankful to be alive and uninjured, our terror quickly turned to giddy Ashvinātam joy.
And what do you do at such times, when your hard and happy Uncut Hindu Dick is already deepest inside a wet and horniest Sunni Musalmān Pussy?
Resume fucking as if a bear gone mad, of course!
And in minutes, we both simultaneously came tumultuously huge orgasms.
Looking me straight in the eyes as Fātimah Rasūlullāh climaxed, Fātimah Rasūlullāh veritably screamed,
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! Durgesh, you’re filling me full of hot screw-spew, you fucker you!”
I laughed out loud.
Never heard that before.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was always the best fuck, and I gotta say, that particular orgasm was incredibly intense.
Still on the ground, Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled back into her shorts and tee, wadding up her panties and stuffing them into a pocket, as I put my shorts and polo back on.
We’d barely got redressed and stood up above the downed foliage when a couple guys came running up the fairway yelling and hollering if we were OK.
I guess it appeared we’d been struck.
Why else would people be down on the ground on a golf green after a lightning strike?
We told them we were fine and then all went over to the giant, smoldering tree, agreeing it was an awesome act of Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā and a close call for us.
Of course, we had no clubs.
With Fātimah Rasūlullāh in sandals and me in running shoes, we didn’t look like we belonged on the links at all.
Fucking out there was a spontaneous thing, so I had no story.
The silence was deafening.
Like perfectly normal heterosexual males, the guys were staring at Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s puffy plums quite visible through the damp, tight tee-shirt.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was standing beside me, and since they were facing us only about ten feet away, it was easy to see what they were looking at.
I was fumbling to concoct some story about taking a short-cut when I noticed their eyes, at the exact same time, drop down and get bigger.
I followed their sight lines and saw that a big glob of cum had appeared from the wide leg of Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s shorts and was migrating down her inner thigh.
It lodged on the knob of her knee.
Never has a mass of sperm been more obviously a wad of ejaculate than that one.
That was a pretty clear explanation of what we were actually doing on the golf course, for they asked no further questions and just stood there silently ogling the extra-cute Fātimah Rasūlullāh they knew I had just fucked madly intensely outdoors.
I would have just loved it if Fātimah Rasūlullāh’d carved the wad off with a finger and licked it clean, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen because Fātimah Rasūlullāh even though loved my Hindu cum in her Sunni Musalmān mouth very much, was enjoying now the jealousy the Musalmān Beauties were watching her with.
Instead, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was entirely unembarrassed to the max, and, having a very light complexion, blushed red as a beet before I grabbed her hand, and we sprinted back across the course towards my car.
They just stood there I’m sure taking in the view of her perfect, panty-less buns jiggling beneath rain-moistened, semi-transparent white shorts.
Were we out of the woods?
Oh, no. Hail– appropriately, golf-ball size–pummeled us mercilessly the whole long way back to my car, but, of course, we did not even think about stopping to take Shelter beneath a tree.
For Fātimah Rasūlullāh, it was, a favorable first-time do-it-outside experience, so that was the endless beginning of us having sex outdoors.
Being outside had something to do with it, but I’m sure the electricity from the lighting was the prime factor.
Maybe second best was when we got back to my car.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh, on the other hand, was turned on again because Fātimah Rasūlullāh was relieved to be back alone with me in the privacy of my big Buick Wildcat.
Further, the effects of the deafening noise of the hard rain and hail pounding the car, heavy breathing from the run, and writhing around soaking wet on the vinyl seats had ramped up our Ashvinātam horniness even more.
We ripped each other’s clothes off, and I fingered her twat while Fātimah Rasūlullāh gave me a hand job with one hand as Fātimah Rasūlullāh used the other to smoke a cigarette.
Yes, you really must be a nicotine addict to smoke in an enclosed car while having sex, but I really didn’t care until the smoke became so thick I couldn’t breathe.
So, I rolled down the windows a bit on both sides to get a little circulation, and a big hailstone bounced in.
Like manna from heaven, I immediately slipped it between her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips, then punched it in deepest with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Wow! That felt great!
The ice melted pretty quick, but there was plenty of hail all over the ground, so every time Fātimah Rasūlullāh was ready for a “refill,” I’d just crack the car door and pick up the biggest stone I could find.
It’s surprising how long it takes hail to melt, even in eighty-plus-degree temperatures, when it’s lying on the grass, which, because of the way the car was parked, was only on her, passenger, side.
We really got it down to a science.
I had her on her knees doggie in the front seat so that Fātimah Rasūlullāh could simply reach out the passenger-side door, pick up a fresh piece of hail, stick in it her Sunni Musalmān Pussy while I pulled out, then I’d ram myself back in on to the end of her vashe, fuck her until the ice was gone, and then repeat the drill.
The cold had the effect of prolonging my ejaculation more, and we must have screwed in that same doggie position for at least ten hours.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh came so many times I didn’t bother to count, each time, as always, her nipples becoming hard and skin plucking up into thousands of goose pimples all over her body, so delightful on that perfect Sunni Musalmān ass.
Foregoing a hailstone reload when it was melted, I gradually worked up to very deep, very fast jackhammer fucking as Fātimah Rasūlullāh cussed so nasty a Marine would blush.
Angling my Uncut Hindu Cock against her tiny but rock-hard nubbin’ to make sure Fātimah Rasūlullāh came, too, I finally blasted an intercontinental ballistic Hindu load of man juice into that quivering Sunni Musalmān slit, spurting squirt after squirt after squirt of my Hindu cream into her Sunni Musalmān box until it was filled up like a Twinkie.
“Better put your panties on this time. You wouldn’t want that my Hindu sperm to reappear unexpectedly.” I advised.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled,
“How do you know?” She cooed.
I looked at her stunned.
Sālī was enjoying it more actually, than even I did.
I never realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh loved outdoor sex with me to such extent.
Was she one more Kħadījah Muħammad in my life?
Kħadījah Muħammad, my Outqueen, was actually my Outdoor Sex Queen too.
So many extremely beautiful horniest Musalmān Beauties exerted their utmost efforts to defeat her in outdoor sex with me, but none succeeded ever.
Kħadījah Muħammad always defeated all of them even without any exception.
It was a beautiful waterfall.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all in her fours, nude.
I was also nude, riding on Fātimah Rasūlullāh from her behind.
“You are not alone, Fātimah darling.” I kissed her passionately, fucking her madly.
“What? There are others too who love to have outdoor sex with you?”Fātimah Rasūlullāh was pleasantly surprised.
“Of course! Moreover Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties too love to have outdoor sex with me.”
“Yet, we Sunni Musalmān Beauties are more in numbers who love to have outdoor sex with you, than even the Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and the Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed proudly.
“There are some reasons for it, Fātimah.” I smiled somewhat gravely at her penetrating Fātimah Rasūlullāh deepest.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh kissed me back more passionately and pushed back her exquisite Sunni Musalmān buttocks swallowing my Uncut Hindu Penis once more deepest into her lovely and wonderful Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“So you’ve studied it too?”
“How can I ignore my darling?”
“No. Thanks for telling me.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed ironically.
“You think it’s necessary?”
“Necessary? It’s quite vital. You can’t even avoid it.”
“Sorry, Fātimah. I can’t follow you.”
“They are Kāfirs. Do you understand?”
“Fātimah, I didn’t know you are so communal.”
“I’m not communal, you idiot. If I were communal you wouldn’t have fucking me, even so openly outdoors.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh flared, “I’m warning you. Be careful when you fuck your Shiåā Musalmān Beauties and Aħmadī Musalmān Beauties.”
“I can’t believe you, Fātimah, really.”
“They fuck you because we fuck you.”
“Fātimah, please! It’s 21st Century, darling.”
“So you must understand most of us haven’t chosen our faith of our own free will.”
“Most of us belong to some faith, because we are born in that faith.”
“What the hell difference does it make?”
“It makes all the differences. Why should anyone of us be punished for something we haven’t chosen of our own free will?”
“Well, aren’t we getting its benefits?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
I’ve already understood that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was one of those nudists, feminists and exhibitionists Sunni Musalmān Beauties who were extremely proud of their extra ordinary extremely beautiful female Sunni Musalmān bodies.
No Musalmān could ever satisfy them sexually.
They even couldn’t tolerate it.
Moreover, the Musalmeen were right in the matter.
Public nudity destroyed sexual discipline Islam advocated.
Islam advocated even veil to keep sexual discipline in the society.
No sect of Islam did ever differ in this matter.
Moreover, they had to if they were really Musalmeen.
They had to seek Hindu lovers for them.
The Musalmeen could object, but they couldn’t stop it ever.
“I saw the gun, in the drawer, two days ago.” suddenly Fātimah Rasūlullāh said, as if she suddenly remembered it, “Or, maybe three days ago. I was cleaning out one of the other drawers. I wanted to place some things there. I debated whether to put them in the drawer with the gun. I remember that the gun was there.”
I smiled fucking Fātimah Rasūlullāh outdoors proudly,
“And you hadn’t opened the drawer since then?”
“Allah, Durgesh darling, I just don’t know. I’m trying to think now because you are giving me all the bliss I wanted and dreamed of ever. I want to pay you back by helping you.”
“You wanted sex with me outdoors here at the waterfall?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled too, proudly,
“It was one of my dearest dreams. I want you to fuck me everywhere in public, always, if it’s possible anyhow.”
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She rushed to me, put her arms around my neck, hugged me and kissed.
With tear-swollen eyes she said,
“I knew you can do the wonders. I’m released on bail, while everyone said it was impossible.”
I kissed her to assure her faith in me.
“Let’s go. You are released on bail, not acquitted yet.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed,
She was not taking the matter seriously even now.
It was all only a game for her, even now.
It was very difficult to live the faith my women had in me.
They believed I was not an ordinary human being.
I knew what I was.
“How much did you tell them?” I asked when I thought Åāýéshah Abu Bakr could answer me.
It was only when we reached home.
“Not a thing.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr laughed, “I told them that I resented the way they had made the arrest and taken me out of Saåūdī Arabia. I told them that I thought I have been kidnapped by the police.”
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr gravely.
She did not love Fātimah Rasūlullāh as her trustee.
She loved her as if she was her elder sister, her Bājī.
Well, she was not.
Moreover, Fātimah Rasūlullāh did not appreciate her as she wanted to.
She took her only as her trustee.
One side love.
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr was an emotional stupid.
Instead of my repeated warnings, she could never control her emotions.
Ultimately it resulted in adverse.
Her emotions put her behind the bars.
She was unable to understand she couldn’t play with the law.
All her supporters from Congress miserably failed.
They were heavily bribed by Ålī, and his Ammījān Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr went on,
“I told them that I was indignant. I hadn’t even to put on the act that I was too mad to cooperate. I was really mad.”
“It’s all right. The only thing is they damn care whether you are mad on their strategies or not.”
“Well, they failed in keeping me behind the bars. Haven’t they?”
“Because the Chief Justice has a daughter, Safiyah Muħammad, who loves me more than anything. She compelled her Ammījān to release you on bail to have me for her life.”
“Safiyah Muħammad is a nice kid.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr giggled.
“Only eighteen.” I said curtly, “And I’m sixty one. Her Ammījān, Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, never wanted her to be on my bed. Yet…”
“Chief Justice, Navīdah Sulémān, is mistaken.”Åāýéshah Abu Bakr announced, “She herself enjoys you on her bed, even while her husband, Nādir Sheikħ is still living. A veteran Congressperson he is. Isn’t he?”
I did not answer her.
Instead, I smiled,
“Never underestimate a Congressperson, Åāýéshah.”
“They failed. Didn’t they?”
“Well, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib and Ålī could not keep me behind the bars despite their desperate frantic attempts.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr said scornfully, “Your Uncut Hindu Penis proved to be more dominant than any bloody Congressperson.”
It was useless to argue with her in this mood of her.
“What have they got on you, do you know?” I asked Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
“No.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr spat up, “Neither, I do care, damn it.”
“We still have to fight the case, Åāýéshah. You are accused of a murder.”
“Well, I never murdered the bloody blackmailer.”
“Tell me everything, you idiot.”.
She winked at me.
“I never knew you are so resourceful, Méré Hindu Piyā!”
“Stop praising me, and tell me what happened.”
“There isn’t much to tell.”
“Did you know the dead man?”
“I’ve talked with him on the phone. That is, if he’s Åbdul Raħmān.”
“What do you know about him?”
“Not too much. But he had me in kind of a peculiar position.”
“Well, not exactly. Åbdul Raħmān was engaged in a sneak attack, in a tiptoe attack, on the management of Rājsthān Oil and Refining Company. The dirty Congresspersons were helping him, against me, because I support NDA.”
“Don’t make it political, Åāýéshah.”
“Let’s keep politics out of it.”
“Will they allow?”
“Åbdul Raħmān wanted to get rid of the management and put his own crowd in.”
“You knew that?”
“I knew that—at least Åbdul Raħmān told me.”
“Åbdul Raħmān knew that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had a big block of stock in the oil company. At least he assumed she did. He knew that her Abbū, Rasūlullāh, had bought it and that it had gone into the trust fund.”
“And so Åbdul Raħmān went to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.”
“He wanted her to give him a proxy?”
“He wanted her to give him a proxy. Fātimah Rasūlullāh told Åbdul Raħmān she couldn’t do it, because the stock was in my name as trustee. So then, Åbdul Raħmān asked her to write a letter to me as trustee, instructing me to give him a proxy on stock.”
“And Fātimah Rasūlullāh did?”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh did.”
I watched her with keen interest,
I knew it was not easy for me to extract the truth out of Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
Of course, she loved me.
But, almost all my women thought me a kind of demigod.
They were so thrilled and obsessed with my almost endless successes over their oppressors, their mankind.
They hated their tyrant mankind.
Consequently, they loved me even more than their own lives.
Alas, I could not live their optimism.
Despite all their optimism in me, I couldn’t forget I was too an ordinary man, a normal man, as the rest of the mankind.
Only difference I had from the rest was that I was abnormally hypersexual.
“Then,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr looked at me, “then, of course, I was in a spot. I didn’t have the stock. Moreover, I didn’t want Fātimah Rasūlullāh to know I didn’t have it. That would have caused her to ask for an accounting. That’s why I didn’t want to tell Åbdul Raħmān I’d sold the stock.”
“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled at me confidently.
She had already taken out my Uncut Hindu Penis out of my lower, and now she was playing with it,
“It was just before the strike in the new field. Åbdul Raħmān could have bought up the control of the company if he could have found the stock and had the money. But Åbdul Raħmān was working on a shoestring.”
It was necessary for me to win the case.
And it was necessary for me to win the case to keep the faith of my countless extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties in me intact.
I couldn’t be negligent even a bit.
“So what did you do, Åāýéshah?”
“I told Åbdul Raħmān I would have to know more about what he had in his mind. I told him I had to know his plans for developing the company’s property before I’d honor Fātimah Rasūlullāh’s letter.”
I smiled at her,
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled too,
I kissed Åāýéshah Abu Bakr passionately,
“I’m proud of all of you my Musalmān Beauties.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr winked at me,
“Thank you. Åbdul Raħmān insisted on seeing me. I refused to give him an interview. Then Åbdul Raħmān played his ace in the hole. He told me he had something to tell me about Ålī. Åbdul Raħmān told it would eliminate Ålī from the picture as far as Fātimah Rasūlullāh was concerned. He said he needed money to carry on his proxy campaign. Åbdul Raħmān said if I’d bring him ten thousand dollars in hundred dollar bills, he’d give me an earful of facts against Ålī that would put the bastard Ålī out of circulation.”
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr keenly,
“And Åbdul Raħmān wanted proxies too?”
“Åbdul Raħmān was a blackmailer then?”
“Well,” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “every businessperson does so, every now and then, less or more.”
“That’s why they suffer from economic insecurities.” I commented tersely, “No honesty in business dealings, no Economic Security. It’s as simple as that. As you sow so you reap.”
“I know your views.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled sweetly to me, “However, you know I would have done anything to prevent Fātimah Rasūlullāh from marrying that bastard Ålī. He isn’t Ħazrat Ålīrzu as the idiot Fātimah Rasūlullāh thinks he is.”
I controlled myself,
“What about proxies?”
“That’s the strange, incredible thing. When Åbdul Raħmān made me that offer, I decided to take him up. I went out and bought up twenty thousand shares of Rājsthān Oil Stock in the joint name of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and Durgesh. Naturally, being the trustee I couldn’t do in my own name. I couldn’t do it in her sole name because Ålī would have made Fātimah Rasūlullāh to sell them for his vested interests. His scrupulous Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib, would have helped cheerfully her bastard son. I got them hundred Rs. Per share. I intended to let Åbdul Raħmān think they were the original shares of stock from trust. Then within a couple of days, the new strike was made and the stock started climbing sky high.”
“And the stock is in our joint name, not in the name of trust?”
“That’s right.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr twittered.
I watched Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
“You have no letters from Åbdul Raħmān, no evidence to back up your story?”
“Åāýéshah, I especially instructed you never to believe any person. Anyone can cheat. Anyone can deceive you even when you need his/her support very much. We all are human beings and instead of how excellently we are trained in divinities, we are basically animals when born.”
“Yes, you always instruct me to rely on documentary proof admissible in a competent court.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled wearily.
“And yet you—”
“I never realized its gravity and importance to the extent you wanted to convey to me. Sorry.”
“What sorry? Instead of my repeated instructions, you do the same mistakes anyway. And now you are facing a murder charge.”
“Durgesh, I’m not as scrupulous as you are. I agree.”
“It’s needed to be scrupulous to survive in this world, full of beasts called human beings.”
“Sālī! Says ‘sorry’.”
“And why can’t I?”
“A woman loves to depend on her man.”
“Nonsense! Everyone must be as much independent as one can.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr only smiled.
She said nothing in response.
“You can’t afford to tell your story to the jury, Åāýéshah. It’ll crucify you.” I said ultimately.
“I did what I thought best.”
“Best for whom?”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, of course.”
“A jury would not agree with you.”
“I can’t help it.”
“You have to. You can’t neglect what a jury thinks. They are there to decide whether you have murdered Åbdul Raħmān or not.”
“The police don’t believe it. The district attorney does not believe it.”
“Because they are heavily bribed by Ålī and his Ammījān, Naåīmah Maħmūd Abī Tālib.”
“Maybe, yet even if it’s true we can’t prove it in the court.” I said, “Yet, we have to prove you are not guilty.”
“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.
“You are not taking it seriously still now. In court, it’s not important what the defendant and the defense council thinks right. The important thing is what the jury and the judge thinks. We have to make them to see our point.”
“You are expert in doing it. They all say.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled again, “I said it already.”
“Let me tell you what a jury will think. A jury will think you sold out the Rājsthān Oil stock from the trust fund. A jury will think that you had a tip the new wells were in oil sand. You acted on that tip to feather your own financial nest.”
“But in that case I would have purchased the shares in my name, not in your joint name with Fātimah Rasūlullāh.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr argued.
“Now you can see why I stopped you from purchasing the shares in your own name?”
“Sorry, I can see it now.”
“Åāýéshah, you are still not telling me the truth.”
“You are wrong, Durgesh.”
“You are foolishly shielding someone.”
“You are under wrong impression.”
“I can’t fight for you effectively if I don’t know the truth.”
“I know that.”
“You are an idiot who thinks I am a magician that can protect you even when you wouldn’t tell me the truth. You are overconfident of me. And it can turn to be suicidal.”
Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled.
“I don’t know. Why?”
“As many as thousands?”
“Maybe. I’m not getting your point yet.”
“How many of them lied to you?”
“Isn’t it a fact that most of them lied to you under this or that pretext?”
“What do you want to say?”
“How many of them got prosecuted to get punished?”
“None of them. Not even a single one.” Åāýéshah Abu Bakr smiled, “You always manage to prove them not guilty, and get them released either this way or that. You are a legal wizard, Durgesh, a master cross examiner.”
“Even I can fail someday.”
“You are getting more and more experienced day by day, making your so called failure more and more impossible.”
It was useless to argue with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr.
She had more confidence in me than even I did.***
Fātimah Rasūlullāh greeted me warmly,
“I’m honored. Thank you very much. I represent your trustee, Åāýéshah Abu Bakr charged with the murder of Åbdul Raħmān.”
“I know. Isn’t it too terrible for Åāýéshah?”
“These things almost always look blacker at the start. The police, and the persons who frame the innocents, always have succeeded at the beginning. Their erroneous version is believed to be true.”
“Yes, I can see your point.”
“I advised you to call your attorney.”
“Well, thank you.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled, “I don’t think you’d protect a Musalmān Beauty on the cost of the other.”
“Thanks for your confidence in me. Even then—”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me,
“It’s all right. Throw me to the wolves to protect your client. I doubt you are capable.”
“Thanks. Åāýéshah is your trustee. She maybe representing you, in a way. Yet, it doesn’t mean that I represent you too.”
“I understand. Please be seated.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh indicated a comfortable chair.
I thanked her and dropped into the chair.
“May I get you a drink?”
“Thanks, but I don’t take wine.”
“Let’s skip the formalities. Let’s think you offered me the juice and I’ve taken it. Tell me about the gun.”
“That’s what I said.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was all-alert now.
“What do you want to know about the gun?”
“Did Åāýéshah loan it to you?”
“Of course, she loaned me a gun.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled charmingly.
“Where is it?”
“In the drawer, in my bedroom.”
“Let’s go get it.”
“All right. I’ll bring it to you.”
“That’s why I wanted your attorney to be present here.”
“It’s a murder case. You need a witness to be with you whenever you deal with such weapons that maybe involved in the murder case.”
“Call your attorney now.”
“Can’t you yourself be a witness for the time being?”
“In that case, I’ve to accompany you into your bedroom.” I smiled, “Better call your own attorney.”
“I’d be jealous of her if she disturbs our privacy.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled suggestively, “A woman never wants her rival in her bedroom.”
“Well, well, I didn’t know your attorney was a lady.”
“A brilliant young Musalmān Beauty she is too.”
“So, you can see now why I didn’t call her despite your advice to the effect.”
“I think you want to watch my expressions while I handle that gun under the pretext that I need a witness.”
“Nonsense! Then I haven’t suggested you ever to call your attorney.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me cunningly.
“Okay, bring the gun yourself.”
“Not now. Come into my bedroom.”
“Fātimah Rasūlullāh, isn’t your bedroom a dangerous place if we both are there together?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled challengingly.
“Let’s see how dangerous a place my bedroom is, if we both are there together.”
“Do you really mean it?”
“I’ve nothing to hide.”
“I thought every woman has so many things to hide from a man that—”
“I didn’t mean that.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh interrupted me.
“I mean I haven’t to hide my expressions you are after to watch. Come on.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh led the way down a passageway.
She opened the door of a classically ultramodern feminine room, walked over to a dresser by the bed, triumphantly opened the drawer and then with her hand suddenly on her breast, she recoiled.
“The…the gun isn’t there.”
“I never thought it was there.”
“What do you mean?” Fātimah Rasūlullāh whirled at me.
“I think the gun is used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”
“Tell the police that what they think is nonsense.”
“But… but how could it happen?”
“It’s the one thing the police would be interested to ask you.”
“Why not? It was a gun in your possession. You have to account for how it was used in killing Åbdul Raħmān.”
“How can I do it? I left it there. And I thought it was still there.”
I didn’t tell her that I’d come there already prepared for it.
I had an ultramodern video camera in the form of a button of my shirt.
It was recording everything she was doing and telling me with each her minutest expression.
She couldn’t change her testimony afterward even if she wanted to.
I always used this equipment whenever I met some witness in a case I was fighting.
I believed in mechanical and documentary proof more than on ever-changing individuals, for their own vested interests.
“Someone took it.” Fātimah Rasūlullāh said at length.
“Of course! That’s the only logical conclusion if the gun was really there.”
“I swear the gun was there.”
“Would you be honest enough to swear so in the court too?”
“Why not? Mr. Durgesh, I never tell a lie.”
“That’s nice. Do you know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”
“Yes. I’m a member of the club. Why did you ask?”
“It’s a women’s club?”
“Yes. But we can take our male friends there too as our guests.”
“I see. Did you, by any chance, go out Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club the night of the murder?”
“You are a member of the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club?”
“Of course! I’ve already told you that.”
“As a member you have a key?”
“Yes. Of course! Here it is. I had it in the drawer with the gun.”
“Oh, don’t be silly. I mean I have it.”
“Let’s take a look.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh rummaged through the back of the drawer and produced a key ironically to me.
“Thank you.” I didn’t take the key from her hand, only watched it, “Now then, can you assure me that you didn’t take that key last night, and the gun, went out to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Country Club, met Åbdul Raħmān on the seventh tee, had an argument with him over blackmail and shot him?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh smiled.
“Of course I assure you that. I never murder anyone. I know better ways to deal with any bloody blackmailer.”
“What are the better ways?”
“Tut tut, Durgesh darling, a woman must be allowed to keep her secrets to herself.”
“There’s a pretty good chance that the Åbdul Raħmān murder was committed with Åāýéshah Abu Bakr’s gun. Now then, as far as you know, the gun was here, in this drawer, until the day of the murder?”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh watched me smiling,
Her smile was impish.
It stood up immediately.
“Thank you.”Fātimah Rasūlullāh winked at me, “It is ready for me.”
I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh immediately.
Her arms went around my neck.
She kissed me passionately.
My palms cupped her heavy buttocks.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh looked into my eyes.
“I’m still virgin. I’m a one-man woman. Once you have me, you can’t get rid of me ever.”
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.
“Then what the hell I’m waiting for?”
She undressed me herself as quickly as it was possible for her.
I undressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh too in the meantime.
Her greedy eyes on my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed her ravenous thirst for me.
It was written in her very eyes that she loved my Uncut Hindu Cock very much.
It was a miracle that Fātimah Rasūlullāh hadn’t approached me herself till now.
I told her so.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh laughed.
“I was not sure my move would have been appreciated. I was waiting for the right opportunity.”
“And it paid?”
“And it paid.”
What made me special was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was huge.
It was massive.
Almost ten inches long and as “thick as a brick”, as she would describe it, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was intimidated and awed by it the first time she saw it.
She had to have it and she had in time ultimately.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was standing upright.
Her eyes locked onto my Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment before looking up at me.
I walked over and, placing my hands on her shoulders, guided her up to stand in front of me.
We embraced in nude, my hardening Uncut Hindu Cock oozing pre-cum.
I kissed Fātimah Rasūlullāh once more on the mouth. After a few seconds, she pulled back.
Licking my shaft, she looked up at me.
Our eyes locked.
She could see in my face, the determination and control, knowing that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was going to suck me off in her own house.
Her eyes also showed control, and hunger.
She knew who was in charge.
Her left hand cupped my balls while her right hand gently stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She couldn’t get her hand around it so she used her saliva and my pre-cum to lubricate the shaft while she pushed gently on the sensitive front of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her thumb.
Knowing what could happen and thinking about our court appearance later, she stopped, wiped her hands.
Looking at me one more time, she dove down on my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, losing herself to the Hindu member in her hand and mouth.
Expertly, Fātimah Rasūlullāh worked the head, shaft and balls with her hands and her mouth.
There was nothing else in the world right now but her and that Uncut Hindu Cock.
Only one thing left now, to make me explode.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh picked up the tempo, increasing the pressure on my shaft and shortening the strokes.
My hands, pressing down on her shoulders and occasionally her head, now cupped her ears.
I was thrusting quickly in and out of her mouth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching and my ass tightened.
“Soon” she thought.
I moaned and shouted with pleasure.
When my Uncut Hindu Cock stopped throbbing, Fātimah Rasūlullāh licked me clean and excused herself to wash up and reapply her makeup.
I dropped down onto the sofa, exhausted for the moment.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh returned from bathroom clean and fresh.
“Fuck me verbally, Durgesh. I’ve waited too long for you. Didn’t I?” she was abundantly blunt now.
“Yes, darling.” I agreed with her, “I want you to feel warm. I need you to feel wanted. You desire my intimacy just as much as I desire yours. Simply looking at you is enough of a treat. I notice the little things. The tiny smile playing about your lips betraying in part your nervousness as well as your fully understandable Sunni Musalmān pride in your birthright. It promotes also just a hint of flirtatious tease. I know it, you know it! The small lock of hair you keep unconsciously flicking away from your forehead, as if it matters! Your pretty feet, one shuffling atop the other now that you have felt sufficiently relaxed to give those shoes a miss. This is tonight.”
With me, Fātimah Rasūlullāh was breathless, incontrovertibly pure virgin she always was and in my experience always will be.
Her pupils dilated slightly as I knelt in front of Fātimah Rasūlullāh and took her hands in my own.
There were so many things I could say, but words are superfluous.
“You know how I feel; Fātimah, you can see that in my own pupils.”
My eyes caressed Fātimah Rasūlullāh – from the curve of her Sunni Musalmān breasts, a hint of which she quite deliberately permitted by her choice of top, to the flair of her hips and the hidden recesses between her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān thighs.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was not offended by my gaze as there was nothing to be offended by.
Some of what I feel, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed and instinctively her hand rose to her own breasts before she realized what she was doing.
Swiftly Fātimah Rasūlullāh dropped her hand back in her lap.
Even as the blush rose in her cheeks, I gently took a hold of her hand.
And raising it with fixed deliberation, replaced it beneath her right breast.
I encouraged her once again to cup herself and in fact cover her hand with my own.
Together we began to caress the softness that Allah has given to Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh let slip the slightest gasp.
Watching as Fātimah Rasūlullāh rubbed herself softly at the behest of my own hand I was totally aroused myself.
More than anything, I wanted now to kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh and to pinch her nipples between my own tips of finger and thumb.
How easy it would be.
And how well timed.
Edging closer, I lay Fātimah Rasūlullāh gently back in the chair and very gently took a hold of both her legs some six inches or so below the knee.
I felt, rather than heard the sharp intake of breath and the momentary expression of concern that fluttered across her pretty face.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh either made no move to sit-up or stop me however and I was happy for the trust I know Fātimah Rasūlullāh felt.
Inclining my head, I kissed her knees and was aware immediately of her pleasured wriggling.
Making deliberate eye contact, I pulled apart her knees but the slightest angle.
Sitting there, Fātimah Rasūlullāh could hardly believe the moisture that was gathering in the main assembly area.
Casting a momentary glance down her breasts Fātimah Rasūlullāh was stunned additionally by the quite visible effect the escalating arousal factor was having on her nipples.
This of course was an opportune moment to take a gentle hold of them herself now and to further stimulate them.
Parting her legs ever wider, I could see now the silky-smooth skin of both Sunni Musalmān thighs and the event horizon at which they disappeared beneath the rather tasteful little pair of knickers curving down with such promise in my direct line of vision.
I kissed the inside of her thigh as her increasing angle of incidence caused the hemline to ride ever higher.
One could readily forget the square on the hypotenuse.
It was the sum of the angles on the other two sides that interested me.
I slipped one hand up to the limit of my vision.
So inherently sexy is the feel of a Sunni Musalmān girl’s cunt, knowing the prize it contained, that for a moment I was lost in my own little world although I do not fail to hear that delightful little gasp as Fātimah Rasūlullāh shuffled in the chair, instinctively wanting to push down between her legs herself.
Visually, this action was as stimulating as it must be welcomingly tactile from her viewpoint.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was quite unable to prevent the embryonic moan that now found its way to the surface.
It was the right moment to tell Fātimah Rasūlullāh how much I love being with her and despite my seemingly non-interested actions, I held Fātimah Rasūlullāh in incorruptible respect.
I knew Fātimah Rasūlullāh believed me.
It differed of course from occasion to occasion but there came an instant during any sort of foreplay that signified the point of no return has been reached.
It may be the very first kiss, the first fumble in the back of a car – something as innocuous as being kissed tenderly on the neck just below the hairline.
In our case, it was simply meeting.
No way back from that eventuality.
The chair had seen-out its usefulness.
I stood and offering my hand, took hers gently.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew where I must lead her.
Inviting Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lay down on the bed with me, I directed Fātimah Rasūlullāh to lie on her tummy.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh knew exactly how vulnerable she now appeared in that position and it excited Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh wriggled slightly – nature at play – merely ensuring a continued biological interest.
Patting her bottom merely kick-starts the hormonal flow – for both of us! Before Fātimah Rasūlullāh could even think “I wish he’d stop being so damn genteel about this,” I began to kiss that inviting little body once more.
So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh look.
So hot did Fātimah Rasūlullāh feel!
Playfully, I sat astride Fātimah Rasūlullāh near the base of her spine and then slipped my hands beneath her shoulders until I was able to cup both her breasts.
No physiotherapy ever devised was ever thus so jointly therapeutic.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh murmured as she held her arms outstretched.
“Ohhh that is so nice Durgesh!”
Considering this possibly one of the greatest understatements of modern times, I nuzzled her lovely neck.
And just whispered how much I had always wanted Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned her head slightly – enough for me to be able to lean across and kiss Fātimah Rasūlullāh soundly on her lips.
I hugged Fātimah Rasūlullāh and kissed her as she needed.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh turned over and cradled me suddenly.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh asked me if everything was all right.
I assured Fātimah Rasūlullāh I have never felt happier.
It was the truth.
I had a pressing need to fuck her and for some reason Fātimah Rasūlullāh sensed my urgency.
The sheer beauty of her breasts stunned me.
I was now the master of her sexual destiny, not rather a student lover in awe of his beautiful teacher.
As my lips latched upon her nipple, Fātimah Rasūlullāh sighed and lay back.
I kissed deeper and felt Fātimah Rasūlullāh pulling me to her.
Kissing Fātimah Rasūlullāh became a desperate need and I whispered words that no literate scriptwriter would ever be likely to had penned.
One hand followed the southern freeway, past her belly button, across the flatlands and clear beneath the elastic border.
There was no toll to pay.
The odd gorse bush was no deterrent and my fingers reach the fringes of Masjid-e-ħarām.
I sensed I was a welcome visitor and not waiting for an announcement, slipped inside where it was so warm and accommodating.
Beneath me, her hips thrust noticeably upwards, meeting my own downward and gently invasive penetrations.
I needed to see that which I could feel.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh needed to show that which no longer demanded to be hidden.
I was presented with that supreme architectural accomplishment that I had seen and thrilled-to so many times before.
Yet it was uniquely different – it was Fātimah Rasūlullāh.
Her emotions peeled back upon themselves and as Fātimah Rasūlullāh lay there now, a vulnerable and dependent little Sunni Musalmān girl once again, I was Columbus, Lord Kr’shñ, Thomas Edison, Euclid – on the verge of a new discovery.
It was simply the unfamiliarity not embarrassment that impeded my actions.
Fātimah Rasūlullāh was equally naked.
And we both were physically and mentally prepared for what was to follow.
I was still kneeling there between her legs when I realized Fātimah Rasūlullāh had gently taken a hold of my Hindu erection.
And even now, she was lovingly caressing it along its length.
Distracted to the point of feverish need, I managed to stave off my blindly motivated procreational urges, preferring instead to let Fātimah Rasūlullāh suffer the indignity of having to make the first move.
As if sensing the impasse, we lay now facing each other side by side – neither with any sexual advantage.
From this fully neutral viewpoint it took but the simplest of shared impulses to set in motion all that we both wanted.
All that we ever wanted.
We kissed once more.
Those millions of nerve endings suddenly hot-wired and sending frantic messages to all points of the compass were but one aspect of kissing.
The instantly opened-up two way passage of emotional feedback, the taste of desire, the starter’s pistol – all this and so much more.
Did I place my erection at those beautiful lower lips?
Did Fātimah Rasūlullāh?
Does it matter?
Fātimah Rasūlullāh did it.
I was honored once more.
As I pushed gently up inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh…..nothing mattered, simply being there!
I studied her lovely expression as Fātimah Rasūlullāh opened her mouth in silent ecstasy – feeling everything I was doing to her.
I took a hold of her hips and thrust up..harder now.
Her eyes began to cloud over and the moans gained volume.
I kissed her breasts as Fātimah Rasūlullāh now arched backwards providing me with complete access to her wholly erect nipples.
It was like making love to a furnace.
I was in control as I must be and between the kisses Fātimah Rasūlullāh so desperately sought I whispered words of a language that offered no grammatical perfection, no right or incorrect phraseography, simply an open-ended dialog of impassioned communicative Ashvinātam bliss.
With her knees as wide as Fātimah Rasūlullāh could comfortably spread them, I was afforded such penetrable latitude that already I felt the onset of rampant seminal marshalling deep down between my own legs.
Her condition had deteriorated.
If this continued Fātimah Rasūlullāh may well be on life support pre-orgasm!
I was taking Fātimah Rasūlullāh now so deep and with such relish, that Fātimah Rasūlullāh had almost passed-out.
Only the wonderful smile on her face betrayed that Fātimah Rasūlullāh was still aware of her surroundings.
Even as I inclined my head and once again kissed those ultimately desirable lips, I cum inside Fātimah Rasūlullāh with the force of water cannon.
I did not withdraw.
What was perhaps the closest and most binding of emotions, right now, was the realization that I loved Fātimah Rasūlullāh too very much.
We fucked and fucked and fucked.
Sālā Ålī was nowhere there now.
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