Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
Åāýeshah Muħammad béwaqūf nahīn thī.
Mukammil chhah saal tak kħoob sochné samajhné ké båd usné yah faislah kiyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī béŧī kī tamām zimmédāryān apné oopar lé chukī thī.
Iskā matlab yah nahīn thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad kħuddār nahīn thī aur usko yah pasand thā ki uskī béŧī Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī charity par pale.
Uskā husband marné ké pahlé apnī béŧī ké naam par itnā paisa chhođkar gayā thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad ko na apné guzāré ké liyé kuchh karné kī zarūrat thī, aur na hī apnī béŧī ké liyé.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim sé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī mulāqāt investment ké silsilé mein huī thī.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī Private Secretary kā us vaqt nayā nayā nikāħ huā thā.
Usné job chhođ diyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim ko natījatan ék bharosémand qābil Secretary kī bahut sakħt zarūrat thī.
Usné Åāýeshah Muħammad ko yah job offer kiyā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad né ħairānī sé Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī taraf dékhā.
“Aré, mainé āpsé sirf yah kahā thā ki méré husband kī Private Secretary kā kām main kħud dékhā kartī thī. Iskā matlab yah thođé hī ho gayā ki main is kaam mein professionally expert bhī ho chukī hūn.”
Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī taraf dékhkar muskurāī,
“Your husband was a successful businessman, wasn’t he?”
“Hān, lékin voh itnā kāmyāb nahīn thā jitné kāmyāb uské dūsré sāthī thé.”
“Agar voh aur zindah rahtā, to ho bhī saktā thā.”
“Voh to hai.”
“Tum né jo investment kiyé hain yeh bahut jald tumhāré paisé ko bađhāné lag jāyéngé. Tum ék achchhī investor ho. Lékin phir bhī koī achchhā business shurū kar sakné mein tumhén kāfī vaqt lag jāyegā. Tumné apné husband ké business ko āgé na bađhākar jo chhah saal zāyå kiyé…”
Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah bīch mein hī nāmukammil chhođ diyā.
Kyon nahīn Mukammil kiyā thā Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah?
Chhah saal ké båd bhī Åāýeshah Muħammad wahīn thī jahān voh us vaqt thī, jab uské shauhar kā inteqāl huā thā.
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Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main
Woh mujhé ék room mein lé gayī.
Woh room sabsé oopar kī manzil par thā, lékin kāfī achchhā thā.
Khula huā thā.
Āgé kāfī jagah open bhī thī.
Unkā ghar āspās ké gharon mein sabsé bađā thā.
Unkī roof sé sabkā ghar dikhāī détā thā.
Mujhé jagah bahut pasand āyī.
Yahān sé main sab ké ghar mein dékh saktā thā.
shāyad kuchh aur mast Musalmān lađkīyan aur Musalmān åuraten dékhné ko mil jāyén.
Ākħir main ék naujawān thā.
Aur koī åurat parityāgvādī sādhu sanyāsī nahīn thā.
Maine apnā sāmān wahān rakh diyā.
“Tum fresh ho lo.”
“Āp ne apnā introduction nahīn diyā.”
Woh bhī muskurā dī,
“Main Zāhidah Anwar ki Buā hoon aur mérā nām Ħalīmah Sajjād hai.”
Phir woh muskurā kar wahān sé chalī gayī.
Main bhī bathroom mein jā ker fresh huā aur apné kapđé change kar liyé.
Thođī der mein Zāhidah Anwar oopar āyī aur bolī,
“ Chalo nāshtah kar lo. Ammī bula rahī hain.”
Main uské sāth nīché chal diyā.
Woh méré āgé chal rahī thī.
Is vaqt usné red t-shirt aur blue jeans pahnī huī thī.*
T-shirt itnī tight thī ki uskī Muslim chūchiyān bahut kasī huī aur āgé ki taraf tanī huī thin, aur itnī zyādah tight ho rahī thīn ki bilkul bhī nahīn hil rahī thīn, jāisé zyādahtar Musalmān lađkīyon kī Muslim Chūchiyān hiltī rahtī hain.
Aur jeans mein kasī huī uskī Muslim gānđ to bahut hī ghazab kī thī.
Bahut moŧī moŧī, mast; aur jeans ékdum tight fit thī.
Uskī Muslim gānđ kī darār bhī kuchh kuchh jhalak rahī thī.
Bahut hī mast chudakkađ lag rahī thī woh is vaqt.
Main nīché āté hué uské mast gudāz sudaul Muslim koolhon kā nazārā dékhtā rahā.
Nahīn, mujhé ismein koī sharm nahīn ā rahī thī ki Zāhidah Anwar méré māmūzād cousin, Åbdul Rashīd, kī honé wālī bīwī thī, aur main uskā is taraħ kā nazārah kar rahā thā.
Yah to us kambakħt ko kħud sochnā chāhiyé thā na!
Kyā voh Sālī nahīn jāntī thī ki main kaun hūn?
Phir voh kħud kyon āī thī méré sāmné is taraħ kī intehāī béhūdah revealing dress pahan kar?
Aur jab kħud Zāhidah Anwar ko is baat par koī åétrāz nahīn thā ki main usko is taraħ dékhūn, to aur koī sālā hotā kaun thā is par åétrāz karné wālā?
Kyā yah two adults ké bīch kī baat nahīn thī jismein dakħalandāzī karnā kħud apné āp mein ék bahut bađī badtamīzī thī.
Mazā ā gayā thā.
Jāb uské Muslim Koolhé maŧakté thé, idhar udhar, moŧé moŧé; merā Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ tan jātā thā.
Uskā jism dékh ker lagttā thā ki woh ghazab kī chudakkađ hai.
Mujhé Åbdul Rashīd par taras āné lagā.
Aesī mast ultramodern sexy Musalmān lađkī ko sambhāl saknā Åbdul Rashīd jaisé sīdhé sādé logon ké vash kī baat nahīn thī.
Aesī lađkiyān family oriented nahīn hotī thien, self oriented hotī thien.
Åbdul Rashīd ék family oriented lađkā thā, aur usko apné jaisī hī koī family oriented Musalmān lađkī chāhiyé thī.
Nīché ā kar hum hall mein ā gayé.
Wahān par uskī Buā pahlé sé hi thī.
Woh ék sofé par ārām sé léŧī huī thī aur is vaqt uskā pallū thođā sā nīché ho rahā thā.
Uskī Muslim choochiyon ki darār zarā sī nazar ā rahī thī.
Mérā naujawān Hindu man ab bahut hī kħush thā.
Ab méré har taraf zabardast mast Muslim jāwani sé bharī huī Muslim Chootén thīn.
Tabhī Kulsoom Ibrāhīm wahān par nāshtah lé ker ā gayī.*
Usné is vaqt blue rang kī sāđī pahnī huī thī, aur uskā blousé kāfī kasā huā thā, uskī Muslim choochiyon per; jisko dékh ker mujhé aur bhī mazā ā gayā.
Phir hum sabhī né baiŧh ker nāshtah kiyā, aur nikāħ ki shopping ké bāré mein bhī plan banāté rahé.
Zāhidah Anwar né apnī sārī list taiyar ker lī thī ki usko kyā kyā lénā hai.
Gahnon kī shopping ké liyé bhī list ban gayī thī, bas ab date decide karnī thī ki kis din kyā kām karnā hai.
Phir humné pūrā plan banā liyā.
“Durgesh! mujhé bhī kuchh apnī shopping karnī hai to tum mujhé bhī help kar doge na?”
“ Kyon nahīn? Āp sabhī kā kām karné hī to main yahān āya hoon.”
Ħalīmah Sajjād muskurā kar bolī,
“Durgesh! Ttum bahut achchhé ho. Dékho hum sab kā kām jāldi hī pūrā karwā dénā.”
Main muskurā diyā,
“Āp chinta mat karo. Main pūrā dhyān rakhoongā.”
Uské båd Kulsoom Ibrāhīm aur Ħaléemā Sajjād donon khana banwāné chalī gayīn.
Zāhidah Anwar mujhsé bāt karné lagī.
Woh apnī sasurāl ké bāré mein hī poochh rahī thī.
Phir mainé ussé ék bāt poochhī ki woh itnī modern hai to woh gāon mein rahné ké liyé kaisé rāzi ho gayī? Woh wahān per kaisé adjust karégī?
Woh muskurā dī,
“Nikāħ ké kuchh din båd hī hum yahān shahar mein hī shift ho jāyéngé. Woh yahān per kuchh kām shurū karné jā rahé hain, cement supply karné kā; isliyé zyādah problem nahīn hai.”
Ab mujhé samajh mein āyā ki Zāhidah Anwar jāisi mast lađkī né is nikāħ ké liyé kyon hān kah dī.
Tabhī call bell bajī to Kulsoom Ibrāhīm gayī aur darwāzā khol diyā.
Wahān koī āyā thā jiské sāth woh bāt karté hué andar ā gayī.
Mainé dékha woh koī lađkī thī.
“Private Secretary!” Zāhidah Anwar né batāyā aur bolī ki wo unkī Private Secretary hai, aur yahīn rah kér kām kartī hai. Teen din ké liyé gāon gayī thī apné ghar.
Uskā nām Åāýeshah Muħammad thā.
Wo mujhé ādāb karké chalī gayī.
Main aur Zāhidah Anwar punah bāt karné lagé.
Tab tak khana ban gayā thā to hum sab log khané lagé.
Sāmān lé kér Åāýeshah Muħammad ā rahī thī.
Ab mainé usko thođā dhyān sé dékha to mujhé lagā ki wo bahut hi sexy aur ultramodern hai.
Uskī ůmr zyādah sé zyādah 34 sāl rahī hogī, rang foreigner white thā, lékin face kāfī sexy aur ultramodern lagtā thā.
uskā jism bahut hi mast thā.
Usné skirt aur shirt pahnī huī thī.
Uskī moŧī moŧī Muslim Chūchiyān ék dum sāf patā chal rahī thīn.
Pīchhé sé uské Muslim Koolhon kā size bhī samajh mein ā rahā thā.
Dékhné sé lagtā thā ki bahut moŧé moŧé hongé par size kā patā dékhné mein nahīn lag pā rahā thā.
Hum sabné bātén karté hué khānā khāyā.
Kulsoom Ibrāhīm né kahā.
“Chalo ab jaldī so jāté hain. Kal sé kāfī kām karnā hai.”
Main oopar kamré mein ā gayā.
Par mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī thī.
Main wahīn chhat par ŧahalné lagā.*
Qareeb ādhā ghanŧé båd Åāýeshah Muħammad oopar āyī to usné mujhé dékhā.
wo muskurā kar bolī,
“Sir! soye nahīn?”
Mainé bhī muskurā kar kahā,
“ Hān! mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī hai.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,
“Mujhé bhī nahīn ā rahī hai, Sir! isliyé main yahān chalī āyī. Main aksar yahān āti hoon, jāb bhī nīnd nahīn āti hai.”
Mmain uské bāré me poochhné lagā to usné batāyā ki uskā ghar gāon me hai.
uské Abbu Kulsoom Ibrāhīm ké pati ké yahān naukar thé, to wo bhī yahīn kām karné lagī.
phir uskā nikāħ ho gayā to wo gāon chalī gayī.
Par nikāħ ké 6 sāl båd hī uskā pati mar gayā.
Uskī sirf ék hī lađkī hai aur wo uské Abbu ké pās gāon mein hai.
Wo yahān kām kartī hai.
Mālkin bahut achchhī hain.
Wo uskī lađkī kī pađhāī kā pūrā kħarchā détī hain.
Phir usné poochhā,
“Sir! Āpkī shādī ho gayī?”
“Nahīn, abhī nahīn huī.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad halké sé muskurā kar bolī,
“Āpkā man nahīn kartā shādī karné kā?”
“ kartā to hai,” mainé kahā, “Par abhī to koī aesī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah nazar mein nahīn hai.”
“Yåni, shādī kisī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah sé hī karéngé?”
“They are the most beautiful. Aren’t they?”
Åāýeshah Muħammad hans pađī.
“Sir! koī lađkī hai kyā, jis sé āp shādī karnā chāhte hon?”
“ nahīn! abhī to koī nahīn hai.” mainé kahā,
Åāýeshah Muħammad ħairān ho kar bolī,
“Āpki ůmr mein to yahān shahar mein sab Hindu lađké Musalmān lađkīyon ké sāth ghoomté hain. aur āpki koī Musalmān lađkī dost hī nahīn hai?”
Mainé muskurāté hué sharārat sé kahā,
“Hān, sach, koī nahīn hai.”
Mérī samajh mein nahīn ā rahā thā ki voh méré bāré mein itnī anjān kaisé ho saktī hai?
Zāhir thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé chhéđ rahī thī.
Kyon chhéđ rahī thī?
Raat mein is vaqt?
Jab Åāýeshah Muħammad aur main donon chat par akélé thé?
Wahān par halkī sī light thī.
Is vaqt main usko sāf dékh saktā thā.
Main bāt karté hué uské ħasīn Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism ko bhī dékh léta thā.
Especially uskī Muslim choochiyon ko main dhyān sé dékh rahā thā.
Ék bār Åāýeshah Muħammad né mujhé uskī Muslim choochiyon ko dékhté hué dkéh liyā par wo kuchh nahīn bolī.
Main samajh gayā ki yeh dilkash Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā bhī mujhé paŧāné ké chakkar mein hī yahān jān boojh kar āī hai is vaqt.
Ākħir widow hai.
Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein khujlī honé lagī hogī mujhé dékhkar.
Tajurbékār thā main is måmlé mein béħad.
Mérā béħad tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā is bāt kā aħsās hoté hī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad jāisi ħasīn qualified Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā kħud mujhko paŧāné ké chakkar mein hai.
Mainé man hi man Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā ko dhanyavād diyā.
Laundiyā bahut kađiyal naujāvān thī.
Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thī.
Aur ghazab ki ħasīn thī.
Abhī chudī bhī nahīn thī ŧhīk sé, ki uskā Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Shauhar mar gayā thā.
Kyā isliyé ki méré bhogchakr men ā gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad?
Bilkul ho saktā thā aesā.
Merā Uncut Hindu Lund mil sakné kī ummeed usé yahān kheench lāi thī méré pās, rāt ké iss vaqt.
Phir wo wahīn zameen par baiŧh gayī.
“ Kyā huā?” mainé poochhā.*
Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurā dī, bolī,
“Kuchh nahīn, bas thāk gayī hoon. Allah målūm kyon mérī jānghon mein ājkal kāfī dard hotā hai.”
Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton kā ék béħad iståmāl honé wālā standard tarīqah thā yah mujhé yah batāné kā ki main tumsé chudvānā chāhtī hūn, Durgesh. Agar tum bhī mujhé chodnā chāhté ho, to ā jāo maidān mein!
Mainé muskurākar kahā,
“To uskī mālish kyon nahīn kar létī ho?”
Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,
“Apné hāth sé achchhé sé nahīn ho pātī hai.”
“To kisī sé karwā lo.” Main muskurātā rahā.
“Sir!main sirf ék Private Secretary hoon. Bhalā main kahān sé karwā loon? Aur mérā husbnd bhī to nahīn hai jo kar dé.”
“Agar tum Burā na māno to main kar doon?”
“Kyon mazāq karté ho Sir!”
“Mazāq nahīn. Main sach kah rahā hūn. If you don’t take it otherwise.”
“Allah, I can’t believe it, Sir. Ŧhīk hai. kar do.”
Main samajh gayā ki apnī samajh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé paŧā rahī thī.
Mauqe kā fāydah voh uŧhāné par tulī huī thī.
“Ŧhīk hai .Tél lé āo.” mainé kahā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad jitnī jaldī jā kar tél lé āyī, ussé yah samajh saknā méré liyé zarā sā bhī kaŧhin nahīn thā kī usko mujhsé chudvāné kī adhik jaldī, béchainī aur zarūrat hai.
Åāýeshah Muħammad marī jā rahī hai jald sé jald mujh sé chudvāné ké liyé.
Voh ab bilkul sabr nahīn kar saktī.
Yeh svābhāvik bhī thā.
Mérī ħālat to yeh thī ki Musalmān Ħasīnāyén merā Uncut Hindu Lund kabhī apnī nashīlī rasīlī Muslim Chooton sé bāhar rahné hī nahīn détī theen.
yahān kħud Åāýeshah Muħammad chalī āī thī, mujhsé chudvāné.
Mérā bhogayāntrānk anant thā.
Adhiktar mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chooton ké andar hī yātrāyen kiyā kartā thā.
Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnāyén mujh par apnā pahlā ħaq mānti thīn, kyonki main ék Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mān kā putr thā.
Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Chūton sé jāb kabhī mérā Hindu Lund bāhar hotā thā, to båqī Årab Musalmān ħasīnāon ké ħuqooq shurū’ ho jāté thé.
Jāb båqī Årab Musalmān Chooton sé bāhar nikaltā thā mérā Hindu Lund, to båqī Musalmān Ħasīnāyén apnā ħaq māngné lagtī thīn.
Haméshā kisī na kisī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, aný Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, athvā aný Musalmān Ħasīnā ki mast Muslim Choot mein ghus ghus kar chalté rahnā hī is prakār méré Uncut Hindu Lund ké liyé normal bāt thī.
Bāhar rahnā ékdum abnormal bāt thī.
Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurāī.
Sālī beħad ħasīn thī.
“Sir!” Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī, “kamré mein chalén?”
Main usko vahīn khulé mein chodnā chāhtā thā.
“Nahīn!” main bolā, “ yahīn khulé mein ŧhīk hai. Waisé bhī aur gharon sé yahān kā kuchh nahīn dikhtā hai. kisī ko nahīn dikhégā ki main tumhārī mālish kar rahā hoon. Jāo. Andar sé jā kar bistar yahīn par lā kar dāl do.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad maree jā rahī thī mujhsé chudvāné ké liyé.
Ék Béŧī kī ammī thī.
Chudāī kyā hotī hai, aur usmein åurat ko kitnā mazā ātā hai, yeh voh Kħoob achchhī taraħ samajhtī thī.
Aesé hī to nahīn ban gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad ék Béŧī Kī ammī.
Voh fauran gayī aur bistar lé āyī.
“Koī pūrāni chādar lé āo.” Main bolā, “ nahīn to tél lag kar ye kħarāb ho jāyégī.”
Wo nīché sé jā kar ék chādar bhī lé āyī.
Åāýeshah Muħammad né chādar bistar par bichhā dī.
“Tum ab is par léŧ jāo.” Main bolā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad ulŧī ho kar léŧ gayī.
Mainé uskī ŧāngon kī mālish shurū kar di.
usko ārām mil rahā thā.
Wo dhīré dhīré āhein lé rahī thī.
Phir wo bolī, “Sir!”
“Agar āp burā na Mānén to thođā aur ghutano sé oopar mālish karo na.”
“ Uské liyé to tumhārā skirt oopar uŧhānā hogā.”
“Jaisā āpko ŧhīk lagé, waisā kar lén, Sir! mujhé to bađā ārām mil rahā hai.”
Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt oopar uŧhā kar ghutano sé oopar kar dī.
Thođī der båd wo bolī,
“Sir! thođā aur oopar karo na.”
Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt ab pūrī hī haŧā kar uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon sé oopar kar dī.
Åāýeshah Muħammad né palaŧ kar dékhā aur muskurāté hué bolī,
“Kyon Sir! méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kī bhī mālish karné wālé ho kyā?”
Mainé bhī muskurākar poori besharmī sé kahā,
“Hān mérī jān! Abhī kas kar masal kar achchhé sé mālish kartā hoon.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad nashīlī āvāz mein bolī,
“ Ŧhīk hai. Jaisā chāho, kar lo.”
Ab mainé dhyān sé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé dékhé.
Kyā hī ghazab ké moŧé thé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Musalmān koolhé.
Usné panty nahīn pahnī thī.
Bahut hī mast chudāsé lag rahé thé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé.
Dékhté hī méré Uncut Hindu lund né kas kar jhaŧkā mārā aur tan gayā.
Mainé tél hāth mein lé kar uské Muslim Koolhon par lagāyā aur kas kar uské Muslim Koolhon ko masalné lagā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad bhī halké halké sisakné lagī.
Main samajh chukā thā, āj rāt ye achchhé sé mujhsé chudwāyégī.
Main bhī khoob zor zor sé masal rahā thā.
Phir mainé apné hoŧhon sé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon ko choomnā shurū kar diyā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad zor zor sé siskané lagī.
Uské sisakné ki āvāz sun kar mujhé aur bhī josh ā rahā thā.
Mainé āvésh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad ké ék Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā, halké sé.
Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,
“Sir! kyā khā hī jāoge?”
“ Sālī! khāoongā nahīn. Abhī apnā moŧā Uncut Hindu Lund térī is kasī huī Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ mein ghusā kér, térī gānđ mār kar, téré jism kā sārā dard nikāl doongā. Samjhī, Sālī, Åāýeshah Muħammad!”
Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,
“Sir! āp to bađī pyārī achchhī bātén karté ho. Aisā to mainé āj tak kabhī nahīn kiyā.”
“ Sālī! chintā mat kar. Tujhé rāt bhar chod chod kar mérī taraħ poorī chudakkađ, méré haméshā chodné lāyāq, banā doongā. Samjhī? Bas, tum ab mazé létī jāo, méré Uncut Hindu lund ké.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad téz téz sānson ké beeh bolī,
“Hān Sir! Bas, aisé hī bātéin karté hué mujhé zindagī bhar chodné kā mood banā lījiyé. Shādī karné kī bhī koī zarūrat nahīn hai. Live in relationship bhī chalégī. Tum bhī free, main bhī free. Kisī kī kisī par koī zimmédārī nahīn. Kab sé taras rahī hoon. mérā hubnd bhī jaldī mar gayā. Main ŧhīk sé mazé bhī nahīn lé pāyī. Ab tum hī mérī pyās bujhā do. Chod lo mujhé. aur lé lo is Saůūdī Årab Muslim Choot aur Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ kā mazā. hiiiiiii kāsh roz jam ké chudātī main āpké Uncut Hindu lund sé. Kħoob mazé lé lé kar. siiiiiiii uiiiiiiii Ammī āāāa. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! aur kas ké maslo méré Muslim Koolhon ko. hi rajjjjjjjjjjā lé lo mazā méré Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism kā.”
“Sālī! agar sach me tujhko mérā Uncut Hindu lund chāhiyé, to batā. Main tujhé daily chodnā shuroo kar doongā.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad lalak kar bolī,
“Sach, méré Hindu rājā! main tumhārā aħsān kabhī nahīn bhoolongī, agar tum mujhko vāqaåī daily chodnā shuroo kar do.”
Mainé uské Muslim Koolhon ko aur kas kar masal kar kahā,
“Shuroo kar doongā, mérī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Malikā! pure mazé doongā.”
Aur kas ké Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā mainé.
Åāýeshah Muħammad aur tézi sé sisak pađī,
“Hiiiiiiiiiiii siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii marrrrrrrrrr gayī Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! hiiiii Ammī! māāarrrrr dāāāāla. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! kyā mazā lé rahé ho tum méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kā. hiiiiiii aur kasssssss ké masalo na! Phāđ dālo in ko. Bahut machalté hain ye. Uiiiiiiiiii!Ammī! āāāāa mazāāāā ā gayāāāāa. kāŧ dālo. hiiiiii siiiiiii choom lo. pél do. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! hiiiiiii reeeeeee aur kasssssssss kéeeeeeee rājāāāāāāa! Durgesh! ”
Ab main dhīré dhīré uské Muslim Koolhon sé oopar ki taraf bađhné lagā, aur uské oopar léŧ gayā.
Phir mainé kahā,
“Sālī! Åāýeshah Muħammad! chodné lāyāq ab zarā palaŧ jāo. dékhoon to sahī ki térī ye Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chūchiyān kitnī moŧī hain. Shām ko to bahut kasī huī moŧī lag rahī thīn. zarā inkā asli size to dékh loon.”
Åāýeshah Muħammad palaŧ gayī.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I’m not defeated even yet
My wife, my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, daughter and I were tired.
We had hiked all afternoon up the mountain, then set-up camp for the night.
My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I made us a nice camp, well organized, as my wife and daughter prepared dinner.
It might’ve been freeze-dried and instant food, but we all knew it was going to taste like manna from heaven after the long, hard 16-mile trek.
And it did.
We had just finished eating.
We were relaxing in the relatively warm night air around the fire, feeling the ache in our muscles, when the rain came.
It was a cloudburst and forced us to scramble getting our perishables into the large family-sized tent.
The hard rain only lasted for ten minutes or so, but it was enough to soak us all to the bone.
By the time, we were in the tent and buttoned-up against the elements, the rain had died down to a soft pitter-pat on the tent.
It was too late, though, to suit us.
We were all cold, wet, and miserable.
“We need to get out of these wet things as soon as possible,” my wife said, “or we’re all going to catch our death of cold.”
“No argument from me,” I said and my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and daughter chimed-in with their agreement.
“Then let’s get started.” my wife said.
“Sure,” I agreed. “Let me help you put up the divider.”
My wife Almas Durrānī and I unraveled the fabric divider and hung it across the middle of the tent.
My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh collected his ‘Ammī in law’ and ‘wife’’s backpacks, put them on the other side and spread out the sleeping bags while we worked.
My daughter Åāýéshah Muħammad, pretty much, just stood around and shivered while dripping a puddle on the floor near the door of the tent.
Durgesh couldn’t help but notice how her nipples stuck out underneath her wet T-shirt and bra.
It was written all over his handsome, yet full of his open Hindu lust for my extremely beautiful daughter, face.
These Hindus can never improve.
They want to fuck Musalmān Beauties always, irrespective of even the presence of their Ammī and Abbū.
However, I knew my daughter too.
She was a real looker: long blonde hair like silk, nicely rounded grown-up Musalmān breasts, a tiny waist, and a tight perky round Musalmān butt that just ached to be patted by Durgesh.
Once we had the divider up, the girls went underneath to their side.
They started to change, while Durgesh and I stayed on our side and did the same.
“Do you mind if we have the lantern, guys?” my wife asked, “It’s too dark over here to see what we’re doing.”
I picked it up and hoisted it over the divider and my wife took it.
She set it down, but it must’ve been against the far wall of the tent because the girls’ shadows fell across the divider.
I didn’t notice at first.
My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and I started to change out of our wet clothes.
I did notice, though, that when we both got down to our underwear, he turned away from me.
He wasn’t normally shy in front of me and I wasn’t shy in front of him either.
Then I noticed the shadows on the divider and saw the outline of my wife and daughter.
They were two naked Musalmān beauties.
It was like a soft-core porno flick of silhouettes just three feet from my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and me.
As I stared, I felt Durgesh starting to get hard and I hurriedly turned my back to my daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh as he had done to me.
These Hindus can never improve, I told myself.
They haven’t any taqvā in the matter at all.
I knew Durgesh very well.
He had no morals in the matter.
Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was my own real sister.
Durgesh was her adopted son.
Yet, they were fucking each other now, openly, ever unashamed.
Imāmzādī Al Tauħīd Al Muħammad was one more so.
Rābiyah Altamash was one more so.
Al Waħīdah Al Waħāb was one more so.
One can easily understand how many ‘one more sos’ were there.
Apparently, Durgesh was their son, and they were his Ammīs.
Yet, he was fucking all of them, some of them secretly, but some of them even openly, entirely not ashamed of it, even the least.
It was his routine.
It was a normal relationship Durgesh had with his Ammīs (?).
Allah, mérī taubah!
Allah, mérī taubah!
And my own daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, had chosen Durgesh her own boyfriend.
He had a vast record, with no repentance at all.
I quickly put it out of my mind, as it was not good for my own relations with my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.
I peeled my wet underwear off, and then put on my jogging pants and a T-shirt.
The dry clothing made me feel instantly warmer, but a chill was still deep in my bones.
“Hey, hon? Did you pack any liquor?”
Usually, we would take along some brandy or whiskey.
Liquid was difficult to haul in a pack, due to the weight, so we’d opt for the hard stuff…more punch for less weight.
It was handy to have if we needed it for first aid, but usually it served as a nightcap and a little touch of civilization on our backpacking trips.
“Yeah, you read my mind.” my wife replied, “It’s in the outside pocket of your pack.”
“Oh, thanks! Make me carry it, huh?”
“The only way to travel, my dear, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī!”
While I was chagrined at having been duped, I was grateful to my wife, Almas Durrānī, when I found four pints of whiskey tucked in around my socks and underwear.
“Wow. You weren’t fooling around. Planning a party or something?” I asked when I found it.
“Well, they forecasted this rain and I thought it’d be nice if we got caught in it. Help warm us up a bit, you know?”
“Us? You mean the kids, too?”
My daughter’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh, just pulling his T-shirt on over his head, looked at me with eyes as big as quarters.
“Well, I guess a little wouldn’t hurt,” my wife, Almas Durrānī, said. “Do you think?”
“Sure, Dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī quickly added, “Durgesh and I are just as cold as you and Ammī. It’s only fair.”
I looked at my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh and smiled, “OK. I guess we all deserve a little. It’s been kind of a tough hike so far. But you two be careful,” I said looking at Durgesh “I don’t want to be responsible for getting my own kids drunk. And I especially don’t wanting anyone getting sick.”
“We won’t dad,” Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzīwhined from the other side of the divider.
I got a bottle out and buttoned up my pack.
As Durgesh turned around, he saw the silhouette of my naked daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī.
She was sticking out her chest and arching her back as she pulled her nightgown on over her head.
Durgesh glanced over at me and noticed I was staring too, but at my own wife, Almas Durrānī’s shadow.
Then I noticed Almas Durrānī’s image bent over her backpack, her large, naked Musalmān breasts shaking as she stuffed clothing down toward the bottom.
Durgesh was staring at her too.
Allah, I couldn’t blame Durgesh this time.
Only an impotent could control him.
Then why blame Durgesh?
This must be torture.
Then I became aware of my own growing erection and sat down before he noticed.
My movement must’ve distracted him because he quickly looked at me and smiled confidently, as he sat down across from me.
“Quite a show, huh?” I whispered.
“No kidding.” Durgesh smiled immediately without any hesitation at all.
I was astonished at his Hindu daring.
He was commenting to a Musalmān husband and Musalmān father that his Musalmān wife and Musalmān daughter were quite a show with their extremely enticing, extremely beautiful, Musalmān nudity.
He even didn’t try to be modest about it.
Why they are so horny?
Why they are so bold?
I just patted him on the arm and opened the bottle of whiskey.
“Here,” I told him, “You look like you need it, but just a little tiny sip.”
“Sorry, I never use wine.”
“What? Are you mad?” I looked at Durgesh incredulously.
“No.” Durgesh was still smiling, “Actually, I don’t want to be.”
“Wow. That burns.”
“Warms your insides, doesn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Durgesh said smiling.
Then, I took the bottle and swallowed deeply.
Allah, it felt good.
The chill seemed to disappear and it was replaced with a warm, cozy feeling.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī, my daughter, came from underneath the divider to sit with us on our sleeping bags.
I handed her the bottle and admonished her not to take too much.
She, too, felt warmed, but didn’t quite like the taste.
Soon, Almas Durrānī, my wife, took down the divider and we had more room to spread out.
We were warmer now and fairly tired, so we took the opportunity to lay across our bags and talk as we drank our whiskey…enjoying the feel of our warm bed clothes and soft sleeping bags.
The kids seemed pretty chatty, an extremely rare occurrence for teenagers, and Almas Durrānī and I were loving it.
I could tell just by looking in her eyes that we were kind of re-discovering our children…or perhaps getting to know them for the first time as the adults they were so quickly becoming.
Either way, it was great and we were both enjoying their company.
Before we knew it, the bottle was empty and I relented to pleadings from everyone to break out another one.
I think we were all enjoying the time and didn’t want it to end.
We were also just starting to get warm enough to forget how cold we were earlier.
Then it seemed like no time when I got out the third bottle.
We were all having a great time passing the whiskey around and talking about everything and anything.
It was obvious the kids felt like adults and they seemed to be coming out of their shells.
I also wondered if maybe they were getting drunk.
Either way, though, it was great to have them be so open with us, a nice and welcome change, so neither Almas Durrānī nor I wanted it to end.
I guess that’s why I don’t even remember getting out the last bottle.
Then again, I guess Almas Durrānī and I were getting kind of lit too.
I eventually concluded that “lit” wasn’t the word for it.
The whiskey seemed to hit me all at once and I realized suddenly that I was three sheets to the wind, practically knockdown drunk.
As I watched Almas Durrānī talking, I realized she was close to blitzed, but doing pretty good hiding it from the kids.
Amazingly, though, I couldn’t tell if our kids were drunk.
Durgesh just jabbered away about college and Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī talked non-stop about her girlfriends and the latest trends they were into.
Then something Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī said caught my attention.
“No Ammī, I’m not that kind of pretty, I mean, the kind boys are really interested in. Durgesh is more than enough for me. He is a thousand, or even more, men, alone. I’m not enough to satisfy him. I always fail. And therefore, I always surrender and love him very much. I suggest you to try him.”
I was suddenly all-alert, despite my immense intoxication.
What was it happening?
My daughter was suggesting her Ammī, to try her Hindu boyfriend.
No fear that I’d slap her.
I couldn’t believe it was my own daughter.
“Of course you are.” Almas Durrānī, my wife, replied, “You’re a gorgeous Musalmān girl. I’m sure all the Hindu boys find you attractive. You have beautiful blue eyes, lovely hair, and a terrific figure. Don’t you think so, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī?”
Thankfully, I was listening.
“Yeah!” I said a little too quickly, “Jeez, Åāýéshah Muħammad. Get a clue. You’ve turned into a very sexy Musalmān girl and any Hindu boy that has you, should be damn grateful.”
“Oh, Abbū. You’re drunk.”
“That may be.” Everyone laughed as I laid down on my back and folded my hands underneath my head, “But I still think You’re one hell of a hot Musalmān babe.”
There was an awkward silence as Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī blushed and looked away.
I couldn’t help but notice her large, round Musalmān breasts heaving underneath her cotton nightgown as she breathed heavily.
I was right, Allah, damn it.
She was hot and there was no doubt about it.
Durgesh was lucky that he fucked her.
What if she was my daughter?
She had a Musalmān Cunt too, nevertheless.
My daughter should always get what she wanted.
After all, she was my daughter, Al Muħammad Al Qāzī’s.
“What about me?” Durgesh asked, “Musalmeen don’t like that Musalmān girls like me, do they?” he whined.
Yeah, my daughter, Åāýéshah Muħammad Qāzī’s Hindu boyfriend Durgesh was kinda drunk.
He was intoxicated with the nudity of two Musalmān Beauties.
But you gotta hand it to him.
He was not gonna be left out of the conversation.
He’d make his own way…even if he had to appeal to female pity.
“No baby,” his Ammī in law, my wife, Almas Durrānī, cooed, “Come here. Sit next to me you handsome Hindu devil. You need some lovings.”
Durgesh scooted over next to his Ammī in law and leaned into her outstretched arms.
I couldn’t help but notice he rested his Hindu face right on her nightgown-covered Musalmān breasts.
If I weren’t so drunk, I’d almost swear he smiled at me.
Perhaps telling me,
“Sālé, Musalmān, térī béŧī ko to main chod chukā. Ab aaj térī bīvī ko bhī chodkar dikha doonga, térī apnī ānkhon ké sāmné. Agar Vāqaī apnī Musalmān Ammī kā doodh piya hai, to mujhé rok kar dikha. I challenge you, impotent!”
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
116. HVS law internationals : 4
117. HVS law internationals : 5
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
36. Saamved: Mantr 1
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4. Casteism is NOT an intgral part of Hinduism:’Samaanee prapaa sah vonnabhaagah’ ”Same drinking same share of food.’
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“You hate me?”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh commanded Kħadījah to suck his Uncut Hindu Cock.
She had a hard time to take it inside her mouth due to its thickness and size.
After 5 to 6 strokes, Durgesh told her,
“Kħadījah, you need to learn the art of sucking.”
She gave me a strange look and said,
“This is how I do it to Muhammad and he enjoys it a lot.”
Durgesh laughed & replied,
“How do you guys fuck I need to check that as well, you both need to learn a lot.”
To which Kħadījah again laughed and looked at me.
Durgesh told Kħadījah to suck it completely till the bottom of the Uncut Hindu Cock, and when it’s inside her Sunni Musalmān mouth put a little pressure on it by pressing it by her lips and take inside till her throat.
Durgesh could not stop moaning,
“Ahhh, hmmm, harder, more, more.”
I said, Kħadījah be careful as it can choke you, to which she did not respond as she was enjoying a lot and now wanted to be controlled by Durgesh, because the kind of tips and pleasure she was experiencing that I could not provide in the last couple of years.
I just stood there with a movie camera looking like a big looser.
After Kħadījah’s sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock for like 10 minutes, Durgesh said,
“Kħadījah, it’s time now.”
She was totally wet.
Durgesh was continuously fingering her and I was sucking her juices.
Kħadījah immediately jumped with joy and asked how.
“Let me start with missionary.”
Kħadījah immediately opened her legs wide and said,
“I love the size of your Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh. I think for the first time I felt satisfied, when you fucked me first.”
It was like around 7 to 8 inches short and even in-terms of thickness his was far more thicker too.
Before Durgesh could insert his Uncut Hindu Cock inside, Kħadījah said,
I was shocked to hear this and she never agreed to taste my cum.
I didn’t mind, but I always wanted her to drink mine.
So I thought let this be the starting and in future, she would drink mine as well.
“Yes darling, I would do that.”
Then he turned toward me and said,
Kħadījah hugged Durgesh and said,
“Don’t ask him. I’m with you for next 7 months 24/7. Just fuck me all the time. Let’s stay nude for all these 7 months. Muħammad, you too join us and learn from Durgesh how to fuck your Sunni Musalmān wives, idiot!”
I smiled, thrilled and agreed.
Kħadījah responded by moaning.
Suddenly Durgesh started to insert it inside slowly.
Kħadījah started to moan little loudly hmmm and said,
“Durgesh, I love you, I really love you, please keep fucking me for next 7 months and don’t let it stop for a second. I love it with you always.”
Durgesh pushed it harder.
Kħadījah moaned loudly, and said,
“Durgesh, it’s your Sunni Musalmān Cunt, fuck it harder. I want you… fuck me. Hmmmmm aaah.”
I completely lost myself in the scene and took some time to regain myself.
It was the time, when I was supposed to fulfill my desire of licking her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, while she is enjoying Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
I immediately adjusted the camera and kept over the TV rack so that I could get the recording done.
I jumped on the bed, got hold of a pillow, asked Kħadījah to put it under her waist, went down, asked Durgesh to pull his waist up to give me space to reach Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I could clearly see the penetration of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock in Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Both of them were moaning loud.
I started to lick Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and could also feel Durgesh Uncut Hindu Cock movements into it.
Suddenly Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock went in my own mouth and he gave me some 4 to 5 nice strokes with Kħadījah’s juice around it.
Then I licked her Sunni Musalmān Cunt for around 10 seconds and got up my desire was successful.
I really enjoyed it well.
Durgesh was busy in squeezing her boob’s.
Kħadījah was still moaning.
I asked Durgesh not waste any more time…
Durgesh inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock back again… and started to stroke as hard as he could..
Durgesh was kissing her hard on her neck, lips, boobs.
Kħadījah was responding and biting Durgesh continuously.
I could see both of their necks were red by now, due to biting…
Kħadījah did that.
As soon as Durgesh inserted his Uncut Hindu Cock, Kħadījah shouted,
Durgesh kept fucking Kħadījah.
I couldn’t believe that she took his full Uncut Hindu Cock inside and still wanted more…
Durgesh kept fucking her in that position for 2 hours and then Kħadījah shouted,
Durgesh increased his speed of stroking.
“ahhhhhhh..Allaaaah. Yā Allaaaaaaah!”
Kħadījah’s body jumped with joy and she moaned loudly…
Within seconds, Durgesh gave his final stroke and shouted,
“Kħadījah, my darling, all my Hindu juice is for you.” and came inside her.
After few seconds, she took his Uncut Hindu Cock out.
It was still erect and I could see Kħadījah’s and his cum all around it.
Durgesh fell on the bed and gave easy access to Kħadījah.
Kħadījah went down and sucked it like an ice cream.
Kħadījah kept on sucking it till it was cleaned like it was washed.
Kħadījah immediately collected as much as she could with her fingers, licked it well, applied some cum back on Durgesh Uncut Hindu Cock and started to lick it.
It seemed, as Kħadījah didn’t want to leave his Uncut Hindu Cock even after cleaning him and her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as well.
Kħadījah went back up and Durgesh and Kħadījah started kissing each other as they were supposed to start the whole thing again.
They both were so tired and satisfied, Kħadījah looked at me and said,
“Thanks a lot, hubby! Muħammad, you really made me experience the real pleasure of sex. I owe you everything.”
“I need a quick fuck, Kħadījah.”
Durgesh laughed and said,
I laughed and said,
“That is what I myself wanted to her to do.”
They both hugged each other, kissed and then Kħadījah asked Durgesh,
“Durgesh, may I satisfy my hubby too? Please!”
Durgesh agreed and said,
“Go ahead, Kħadījah darling, but make sure you join me in bath tub.”
It was already 1 am.
I asked Kħadījah to wash her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as it was already so wet and I may not feel anything.
Kħadījah went and washed it.
I fucked her for another 15 minutes or so.
Kħadījah was least interested at that point of time as Durgesh was waiting for her in bathtub.
After I was finished with her, both Durgesh and Kħadījah had a nice bath with each other in tub for around 45 minutes and I took a shower.
Durgesh kept on penising her, squeezing her boobs, kissing each other.
That night we all slept nude.
Actually, it was my own proposal.
“What do you mean?”
“I may be impotent, but—“
“There are other reasons.”
“Durgesh, please, I don’t want my other wives raped as Åāýéshah was. Let me face the cold and hard facts. In comparison to you, I’m really impotent.” Muħammad smiled gravely, “Fuck all my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wives and oblige me. Will you please fuck all my extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān wives and oblige me?”
Kħadījah was in between Durgesh and me.
We kept on discussing.
Kħadījah and Durgesh kept on kissing, hugging, till late night.
I was tired so I went to sleep.
At around 5 AM, I again heard Kħadījah moaning.
In the morning, I was amazed to see them sleeping tight in each other arms.
Both of them had something like 10 to 15 love marks on each other necks.
For next 7 months, it was hell of an experience for both Kħadījah and me.
Durgesh visited us regularly and stayed all night after his working hours and sometime’s in between while I was on work for a quick blowjob.
Then we always reversed the position.
Cum facials, blowjobs, I licking Kħadījah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt, licking her Sunni Musalmān Cunt while Durgesh is fucking her and a lot things which we never imagined.
Kħadījah made sure whatever we do together, she always had one to one session with Durgesh after such an experience.
I think 3 some or sharing wife has its own positives and negatives.
It really enhanced our sexual life, wherein I learned infinite new tricks from Durgesh to please my wife.
My wife is not ashamed anymore to have sex anywhere with me… like in car, fingering herself, drinking my cum etc.
But it has really increased her expectation of sex, like big Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh.
Kħadījah now discusses about size and kind of sex a man may offer her.
When she sees a handsome Hindu guy around she discusses about having 3 some experience again, compares my cut Cock size with Durgesh and kind of sex she had in those 7 months.
Kħadījah sometimes goes nude on webcam with Durgesh and have ball of a time etc. as it was my desire to get her into this so, now I need to be very polite, passionate.
I need to keep my man-ego-level down, just to keep our life happy.
We both are happy with the experiences that we had and made sure that we clear our heart and mind with each other & no complaints & no guilt.
The only advice to everyone is to have faith and affection with each other even after you share your spouse with anyone.
The best part with us with the partner is that we got Durgesh.
She is petite, about 5’3” and 110 lbs.
The B-cup Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits sat nicely on her chest and bounced in a rhythm as she walked around the house like a free spirit.
I thought it was natural.
Yes, she was my sālā, Muħammad’s wife.
Yes, I’m 61 now and Kħadījah Muħammad is only 28.
She was young, attractive, and full of energy.
Despite my extreme Hindu horniness, I obviously never could get myself even to think about letting her know what I thought.
But I can swear that whenever I kised a Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān girl or made love to one, Kħadījah Muhammad was the person who I was thinking of.
My partner’s lips became Kħadījah Muhammad’s.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits became my Kħadījah Muhammad’s B-sized mounds of love, and her ass became the shape of my Kħadījah Muhammad’s ass.
This was just part of my fantasies.
Never had I thought I was ever going to touch her sexually or see her naked and those types of things.
The only difference is, now I can say I lived through some of the stuff I used to think about, and I am not sure how it has affected our relationship.
Muhammad was never home during the day.
I used to be home almost all the time.
In between my research breaks, I went out to see my women friends or just stayed home working at my computer.
I guess a Musalmān Beauty knows what her Hindu man is up to.
She either went out to get grocery or went and visited a friend or just hung out in the other corner of the house.
I don’t know what she thought and what went on in her mind.
One day as I came home, I heard she was in the bathroom and the shower was on.
Kħadījah Muhammad always took long showers and I knew she probably just went in.
I had heard the shower turn on just as I passed the bathroom.
I just went about my business.
I went into the other bathroom, took a shower and came out.
I had my research project on my mind but I didn’t want to hit the computer quite yet.
This was October, and I wanted to watch a little TV.
So I turned it on and just lounged on the couch, flipping channels.
Kħadījah Muhammad was going to come out of the shower and give me some food.
I intended to start studying after I had lunch with Kħadījah Muhammad.
I was just thinking about this when I heard her call my name: Doolhā Bhāī
“Durgesh … Doolhā Bhāī…aap aa gaye?” she yelled in Hindi from the bathroom.
“Yeah Kħadījah Muhammad. Khana chāhiyé.” I yelled back from the living room.
“Raja, yeh bulb fuse ho gayā hai bathroom ka. Bulb change karnā hoga!” she called out.
Sālī, she used to call me ‘Raja’ just to tease me.
“Ok! I will change it right now….” I yelled and walked towards the kitchen, without thinking much; my mind was still focused on the TV announcer.
I grabbed a light bulb and obediently walked toward the bathroom, all the while listening to the TV and just paying attention to what was going on there.
But when I reached the bathroom door, I realized Kħadījah Muhammad was still in the shower.
The bathroom door was now quarter open for me, as she had peeked out to let some light in.
She didn’t want to stumble in the dark I guess.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, here is the bulb…”
“Doolhā Bhāī, aap lagā do, mérā haath nahīn jāyegā.”
The light fixture was on the ceiling and she was not tall enough.
I probably needed to stand on the edge of the tub too to reach the ceiling.
“Ok then come out.” I said, a little vexed.
“Kaise aaon? Sābun lagā hai!” she replied.
“Dho lo na!” I said hurriedly.
I knew this was going to be just a painful encounter as I was talking to my Kħadījah Muhammad naked in the shower, and I was just going to be left out jacking myself off dry all alone, all turned on by this situation!
And I had no interest in this.
“Kaise andhere mein dho loon? Aur geelī bāhar aa jaoon? Bīmār nahīn honā! Pāgal!”
Bool gaī, kisé pangā lé rahī hai.
“Uf Kħadījah Muhammad! Phir towel bāndh lo.”
“Sābun pe kaise towel bāndh loon, buddhu? she laughed.
“Uf!!! kaise bulb fuse hua ék dum?”
“Change karo na jaldi sé. Andhere mein kuchh dikh nahīn made! Aur sardi lag rahī hai.” Kħadījah Muhammad said forcefully.
“Tum kahan ho?”
“Darwaje ke peechey.”
“Tum tub mein jāo to mein andar aaon…” I said, still feeling bothered.
I just wanted to stay on the couch and watch TV, and now I was forced to be so close to my naked Kħadījah Muhammad and change a stupid light bulb!
As I was thinking this, she came out from behind the door and walked to the tub.
From the little opening, she kept to let some light into the bathroom.
And this is when I realized how sexual this situation was!
Kħadījah Muhammad had her long beautiful hair wrapped on top of her head in a towel and had soap all over her lower body.
As she lifted one leg to step in, my heart skipped a beat.
I also saw the silhouette of her luscious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits with the quarter-size right nipple standing upright from the cold!
What a sight!
And what lay at the end of it.
Kħadījah Muhammad stepped into the tub and pulled the curtain shut.
“Chalo, Raja, aa jao.”
“Achchhā, Kħadījah Muhammad…” I said and opened the door wide to let as much light in as I could.
The door opened with a creak.
Our big enormous house was falling apart I thought.
Thinking this, I flipped the light switch to the off position and held the bulb in my left hand.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was semi-hard by now.
All images contained one common purpose.
Eishān Pārām Brahm Pārāmātmā knows I had been lusting after this for so long.
Trying to ignore these thoughts, I looked up at the burned out light bulb.
“Uf… Tub pe chađhnā pađégā.” I groaned as I tried to stand on the side of the tub.
“Doolhā Bhāī, dekh ke dekh ke!”, Kħadījah Muhammad said plainly.
I was now sporting a full and complete Hindu hard on which I am sure was sticking out of my lose pājāmās.
I was not too concerned about that as I was sure Kħadījah Muhammad couldn’t notice it from behind the shower curtain.
And it was dark anyway.
I am very close to being six feet tall but this freaking ceiling was quite high.
I slowly stepped on the ledge and exhaled loudly as I tried to reach up.
“Kyā huā?”, Kħadījah Muhammad asked.
“Haath nahīn jaa made!” I exclaimed.
It was just now that I realized my head level was above the shower curtain pole!
If I wanted, I could peek over the curtain and into the tub where Kħadījah Muhammad was standing naked.
This blew my trained and experienced Hindu mind of 61.
My heartbeat must have raced all the way to about one thousand!
I think the question was could I?
Or could I not?
I struggled with the idea.
All of these thoughts were just coming in and whizzing out of my mind.
I was still trying to reach the ceiling.
“Doolhā Bhāī, Raja, koī stool le aao.” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
“Nahīn nahīn…” I insisted as I kept panting and trying to reach up.
Now I just couldn’t help it.
This was it.
I had to see her!
I just had to!
“Aray aray Doolhā Bhāī Kħayāl sé… achchhā?” As Kħadījah Muhammad was saying the OK, and looking up to see where my hand was, my eyes met hers.
Her beautiful black eyes were shining in the dark, looking dead straight at mine!
The long eyelashes batted up and down several times as Kħadījah Muhammad noticed me staring at her for about 2 seconds.
If you look a person straight in the eye, you can see their entire body, and that’s exactly what happened.
“Ūpar dékho…” Kħadījah Muhammad said sheepishly and then looked down herself.
“Sālī,”I winked at her, “what’s there, up, to see for me? You are there, down.”
“Doolhā Bhāī!” Kħadījah Muħammad said huskily.
“Sālī, drop ‘Bhāī’ too. Call me ‘Doolhā’ only.”
“Please see up.”
“You are down there, idiot. I’m not your impotent husband who’d obey you and see ‘up’.”
“Allah, you are 61.”
“Yet, you call me ‘Raja’. Don’t you?”
“Only to tease you, Doolhā Bhāī!”
“I’m teased. Now, let me tease you.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad was immensely horrified.
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad almost cried now.
“I didn’t know you were offering sooo much to me.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Kħadījah Muħammad shouted almost, “Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! please!”
“You are extremely beautiful in nude, my darling!”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo! please! Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
I winked at her and she blushed.
“Now, look at what I too have for you.” I said and indicated to my rocketing hard Uncut Hindu Uncut Hindu Penis.
For a second Kħadījah Muħammad blushed away, but my gigantic Hindu hard on immediately forced her to look at it again.
Kħadījah Muħammad watched at my gigantic Uncut Hindu Uncut Hindu Penis shamelessly, without even flickering her eyes,
“I—”Kħadījah Muħammad whispered in trance, “I’ve already seen it.”
“That’s very good. When?”
“You watched it?”
“I always watch it.” Kħadījah Muħammad was still speaking in trance.
She had forgotten that she was stark naked.
I never moved my eyes away for even a second.
My heart skipped a beat as I was now trying to absorb what I was seeing.
Kħadījah Muhammad was so cute!
The way Kħadījah Muhammad had asked me to “look up” just made me fall in love with her.
Kħadījah Muhammad was so vulnerable there, so dependent.
Kħadījah Muhammad needed my help and her loving Hindu was there to help her.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t seem angry, I thought to myself.
After all, I was there helping her.
And Kħadījah Muhammad had called me in herself.
I smiled and winked at her,
“Kħadījah Muħammad, haath nahīn jaa rahā. Main phisal na jaaoon?” I said in a steady voice.
I was not scoffing at all.
My hesitation, if there was any, had vanished.
And any thoughts I had about the TV were long gone.
I just wanted to stay right here, in the bathroom, with her.
I wanted to delay this bulb replacement process as much as I could, so I could stay in there.
It gave me a weird kind of pleasure, even though I was delaying this in the name of help.
Now I was looking down at her again.
Her arms were still covering her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs and Kħadījah Muhammad was looking up at me, trying to get comfortable with the situation.
Kħadījah Muhammad did not have a hint of hair on her upper body.
I couldn’t see her crotch though.
It was too dark down below and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy was covered with pubic hair.
Her legs were still crossed and her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs covered with her forearms, as Kħadījah Muhammad was now replying to me.
She had come out of trance now,
“Main tumhari ŧaang pakađ loon? Phir tum try karo…” Kħadījah Muħammad said mustering all her courage.
“Haan.” I affirmed in a hoarse voice.
To hold my leg now, Kħadījah Muhammad had to move her arms away from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān breasts.
Her cheeks were flushed as Kħadījah Muhammad looked white as a ghost.
We both knew there were better alternatives to this.
Kħadījah Muhammad could have said the heck with it, and wrapped the towel around her soapy body and walked out covered.
I could have gone back out and gotten a step ladder from the yard.
But there was something else at work here and it was too subliminal to be put into words.
“Oye Raja! Main tumhari ŧaang pakađtī hoon. phir tum upper dekho, achchhā?” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a hoarse voice, and kind of loudly to snap me out of the trance I was in, looking at her naked extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body from the top.
Kħadījah Muhammad was asking me to look up so I didn’t look at her body!
But how could I have obliged?
How could a normal human being just turn away from the sight of Jannat-e-Firdaus, heaven?
As I was staring intently, and Kħadījah Muhammad was looking straight into my eyes, Kħadījah Muhammad moved one of her arms away from her chest so Kħadījah Muhammad could grab the shower curtain.
Now Kħadījah Muhammad had only one arm to cover her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
As Kħadījah Muhammad switched arms, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits hung free in the air for about a split second and that was enough to rejuvenate my Hindu hard on.
They were erect, all twisted upward and staring at me, just as her eyes were.
I let out a sigh.
Kħadījah Muhammad then looked down and moved forward, towards my leg so Kħadījah Muhammad could shift the shower curtain a little to the side and took out her arm to hold my leg.
“Aray, Kħadījah Muhammad nangī hai bésharm …” Kħadījah Muhammad laughed.
I laughed in response.
I couldn’t say anything substantial.
The word “nangī” was stuck in my mind.
It echoed, “Nangī… nangī…” over and over.
I was losing it!
Her head was now sticking out from one side of the shower curtain and her left hand was holding my right leg in a tight grip.
It was so prominent!
I looked down now into her eyes, peeking out from the side of the shower curtain.
I could tell Kħadījah Muhammad was really embarrassed as her cheeks were totally red now.
Her eyes had a static look, as if to tell me Kħadījah Muhammad was only objecting to me looking at her just for the sake of saying it.
And Kħadījah Muhammad really didn’t mind it.
At least I hope that’s what her eyes were saying to me.
“Uf!”, I groaned as I turned my head away from her eyes, and reached up again.
My leg slipped a little, but Kħadījah Muhammad was holding it tight,
“Dékh ké, Raja…”
Sālī, still calling me ‘Raja’, in this situation!
I looked back down at her and found her locked staring at the enormous Hindu pole sticking out of my pants.
Now it was my turn to be embarrassed?
Why should I?
She wanted it.
She was having it.
As horny as I was, this was really an awkward Moment for her.
She was naked in front of me and Kħadījah Muhammad could stare at my erect Uncut Hindu Penis Making a tent in my pājāmās.
There was not much left to say!
Kħadījah Muhammad knew why it was hard and I knew that Kħadījah Muhammad knew it.
But Kħadījah Muhammad looked calm.
Kħadījah Muhammad looked away, pretending as if she hadn’t even noticed it.
I was expecting her to say something about it any second now.
Part of me wanted to bury myself into her!
Even the other part – well, it just wanted pleasure.
Even though Kħadījah Muhammad was Kħadījah Muhammad.
My very own salhaj.
I was still pretending to reach up for the bulb, with my Uncut Hindu Cock inside the pājāmās rocking up and down with my movements.
I was peeking down from the corner of my right eye, waiting to see how long Kħadījah Muhammad could stare at it intently without saying anything.
My embarrassment had long gone away, even if it was there ever.
I just wanted to see what happened now.
“Raja, ladder le aao. Kħadījah Muhammad kitnī dér se nangī khađī hai dékho! Sardī lag rahī hai ab. Darvāzā bhi khulā hai. Hawā aa rahī hai.” Kħadījah Muhammad wanted me to go get a step ladder?
Was this it?
“Ok Kħadījah Muhammad. Ŧheek hai…” I said, giving up and letting out a long sigh.
I didn’t know how this would go.
I had seen her naked all over, Kħadījah Muhammad had noticed my Hindu hard on in my pājāmās and hadn’t said a word about it yet.
Of course, I hadn’t Made any effort to hide me either, which I am sure, was giving her ideas too.
Kħadījah Muhammad had encouraged my every move until now.
Now Kħadījah Muhammad was telling me to get it over with soon?
I kept thinking these things as I stepped off the side of the tub and started to walk out.
“Darvāzā khulā chhođ do, Raja…” Kħadījah Muhammad said moving her body behind the shower curtain.
“Achchhā Kħadījah Muħammad!” I said as I walked out.
I went to the yard and brought a stepladder back.
Kħadījah Muhammad was still behind the shower curtain but the shower was now on!
There had been enough light in the bathroom coming from the open door for her to wash the soap off before, wrap and towel and come out.
But Kħadījah Muhammad hadn’t done it before I climbed the tub and tried to change the bulb.
Instead, now Kħadījah Muhammad was showering!
I now had real hopes Kħadījah Muhammad wanted to do something.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, tum ne pani kaise chala diyā?” I had to yell so Kħadījah Muhammad could hear me, “Pahle to nahīn chala rahī theīn?”
“Aray, sābun lagā thā jism pe, khujli aa rahī thī.”. Kħadījah Muhammad yelled back from the shower. She said as Kħadījah Muhammad continued to wash.
“Achchhā…” I was going to continue as Kħadījah Muhammad cut me off:
“Haan, lékin ŧheek taraħ se dhula nahīn…”
Why had Kħadījah Muhammad thrown that in? I ignored the comment and went ahead with the task at hand:
“Kħadījah Muħammad, main ladder pe chađh ke try karta hoon.” I said.
“Haan ŧheek hai. “ Kħadījah Muhammad replied.
So I climbed the stepladder, changed the light bulb and flicked the switch on.
The new bulb was all right.
I could now clearly see her silhouette through the semi-translucent shower curtain.
Her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs were sticking out like two melons on her chest, and Kħadījah Muhammad was rubbing her hands on her nipples, pretending to wash them.
“Ŧheek hai? Ho gayā?” I asked plainly and started to move the ladder out, when Kħadījah Muhammad exclaimed:
“Aray aray, Raja, Doolhā Bhāī!”
“Haan Kħadījah Muhammad?”
“Mérī kamar pe sābun lagā dogé?”
“Achchhā? lékin …” I stuttered.
Kħadījah Muhammad was naked!
How could I have?
And Kħadījah Muhammad understood.
“Lékin kyā?” Kħadījah Muhammad teased me.
“Sābun to lagā tha abhi!”
“Batāyā to hai. Sookh gayā thā. Khujli aa rahī thī, isliyé dho diyā!!”
“Pahlé kaise lagātī thīn phir?” I also teased her. I knew she was horny now, “Pahlé to tum ne mujh sé kabhī nahīn kahā.”
“Aray, Doolhā Bhāī… Mein kabhī nahīn kahtī, lékin aaj mérī kamar mein dard hai, main haath pīchhé nahīn le ja saktī.” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a down voice.
“Achchhā lékin… tum khađī rahogī?” I smiled significantly.
“Jao! Nahīn lagānā to Mat lagāo…Main aise hi rahoongī gandī.” Kħadījah Muhammad said, frustrated.
“Nahīn nahīn…” I smiled.
“Main baiŧh jaoongī. Ŧheek hai?” Kħadījah Muhammad said calmly, turning the shower off so I could hear her clearly.
“Haan haan! Main kaise lagāoon? mérā haath dard kartā hai.”
“Achchhā!” I gave up and gestured with my hand, pointing away.
“Durgesh méré pyāré!” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
then I heard her turn around in the tub and sit down.
“Ab curtain khol lo.”
I slid the shower curtain sideways and there Kħadījah Muhammad was, sitting inside the tub on her extremely gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān butt, with her back towards me.
There was no way Kħadījah Muhammad could have covered that.
I didn’t mind a bit.
“Yeh lo sābun.” Kħadījah Muhammad said, raising her arm behind her to hand me the soap.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t look back at me.
Kħadījah Muhammad was probably pretending she didn’t want me to see her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
I took the soap from her and held it in my right hand without saying a word.
Then I rubbed it with both hands and touched her back with the soap bar.
A cold shiver went down my Hindu spine.
Kħadījah Muhammad liked the touch.
Neither of us said anything.
I kept rubbing the soap bar around her back and spreading the soap with my left hand.
I was standing outside the tub, hunched over, while Kħadījah Muhammad was sitting down.
Slowly, my back began to hurt.
“Kħadījah Muhammad mérī kamar dukh gaī.”
“Hāyé mérī jaan. Tub ké side pe baiŧh jaao … tsk tsk!” Kħadījah Muhammad said these words affectionately, but in a hoarse voice.
Kħadījah Muhammad was thoroughly enjoying the back rub.
I could feel her back move in a rhythm with my hands.
I moved my hands all over her back and her shoulders.
I went down near the ass crack but didn’t touch it deliberately.
Let the Sālī make every move.
I went towards the base of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs from the back but didn’t go where the flesh got soft.
“Doolhā Bhāī, side mein bhī lagā do.” Kħadījah Muhammad said.
I knew exactly what Kħadījah Muhammad meant.
Now my hands were touching her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the sides.
“Haan haan! Ŧheek hai, achchhī taraħ phailāo.” Kħadījah Muhammad approved, purring.
I got a little more aggressive.
Now my fingers were feeling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the sides and slowly flicking them up, in the name of rubbing the soap.
Kħadījah Muhammad giggled :
“Ārām sé Hindu shaitaan.”
I laughed back.
There was nothing else I could have said.
I was now repeatedly nudging her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits from the side.
I had almost three quarters of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits covered by now, but I hadn’t gone up front or near the nipples.
Until now, Kħadījah Muhammad hadn’t helped me a bit.
But soon Kħadījah Muhammad said:
“Doolhā Bhāī, ārām se ho na? Yeh lo side se achchhī taraħ lagā do.”
Saying this, Kħadījah Muhammad moved in the tub, turning herself sideways to the left.
I could see her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit now from the side!
I almost gasped.
Kħadījah Muhammad heard me swallow hard.
Kħadījah Muhammad then slowly touched the side of my ass as if to help me sit on the tub edge straight.
Kħadījah Muhammad was making it feel like this was normal for us!
But it was mind boggling for me.
“Haan main ārām se hoon.” This was all I said.
My heart went racing.
Her eyes were now closed and I was rubbing her back, but my eyes were focused on the dark brown nipple that was standing straight up in the air.
Slowly, pretending to help me put soap on, Kħadījah Muhammad started to rub the side of her back.
When her hands got soapy, Kħadījah Muhammad moved them up to the back of her neck and muttered:
“Haan Haan rub karo achchhī taraħ…” I now had the hardest erection that I think I had ever had in my life.
Kħadījah Muhammad continued to rub her neck and soon her hands moved to her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān boobs.
Kħadījah Muhammad was now rubbing soap on her chest, paying special attention to her nipples!
My hands continued to flick the soft sides of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits too.
This had gone too far!
How was Kħadījah Muhammad having me do this without thinking of the implications?
Yet, I was not stunned!
But I was probably hornier now.
Or Maybe I was thinking with my Uncut Hindu Dick and not with my head.
It’s not as if I cared.
This was the most exciting sexual situation I had been in my life and I wasn’t about to throw mud on it.
I wanted to continue and see how far Kħadījah Muhammad would take it.
As I flicked her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits sides and Kħadījah Muhammad rubbed her nipples with her eyes closed, Kħadījah Muhammad started to breathe heavily.
“Mmmmm,” Kħadījah Muhammad muttered.
What had I just heard?
Yes. It was a moan.
Kħadījah Muhammad was all sexed up now.
No reason to fear.
No reason to be alert.
If Kħadījah Muhammad doesn’t mind, why should I?
But what would Kħadījah Muhammad say if I Made the first move?
Because so far Kħadījah Muhammad had made it all look like an accident, then a call for help and now, just a relaxation session for her.
But helped out who here?
It was worth noting that throughout this encounter, I hadn’t raised my voice to her once!
Except in the beginning when I didn’t realize this would get sexual.
My usual disdain for family, the house, including herself was nowhere to be found.
I was loving it!
And I knew Kħadījah Muhammad realized it.
Kħadījah Muhammad sensed it.
Was it because Kħadījah Muhammad really didn’t want me to leave town and move out?
Nah! Couldn’t be.
Would Kħadījah Muhammad go this far as to stop me from moving out?
“Crazy Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman Kħadījah Muhammad is.” I thought to myself.
It is a great boost for self esteem.
Sex and intimate encounters lead to inevitable closeness and attachment.
But this wasn’t time to think about those things.
I just wanted to see how long it lasted.
I was in heaven and I wasn’t about to leave just yet.
While thinking all that, my hands were steadily roaming her back, stopping just above her ass crack.
Kħadījah Muhammad continued to let out moans,
“Mmmmm………” This was the longest one.
And then Kħadījah Muhammad started to twitch!
I guess her nipple rubbing had gotten to her.
Kħadījah Muhammad was slowly moving her legs in the tub as Kħadījah Muhammad let out her moans.
And then came the shock:
“Raja!” Kħadījah Muhammad opened her eyes and turned her face to me.
Doing this, Kħadījah Muhammad took my hands and placed them on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
“HUH?” I gasped!
“Raja, tum mujhe chhođ ke to nahīn jāogé na? bolo bolo!” Kħadījah Muhammad was pleading.
“Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! my God!” I exclaimed.
So it is about me staying.
I squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tits.
I had responded positively!
“Haan Kħadījah Muhammad, kabhī nahīn.”
I wasn’t about to refuse sex.
Even if it was with any one not prohibited to me!
I had lusted after her all my life and as much as I hated the family, this was a dream come true.
But was it going to be sex?
Or was this going to be it?
A Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit rub wasn’t going to satisfy me.
I wanted more.
“Ouiieee”, Kħadījah Muhammad laughed. And kissed me back on my Hindu lips.
“Oueiiii Hindu shaytaann!” Kħadījah Muhammad screamed delightfully and squirmed lovingly.
Kħadījah Muhammad didn’t move my hand away from her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
In fact, Kħadījah Muhammad pushed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy into the palm of my Hindu hand.
I could feel her wet and soft Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips getting harder.
I continued to kiss her neck as Kħadījah Muhammad tried to turn her face around and kiss my lips again.
My one hand was rubbing her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit and the right hand was cupping her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy from behind.
I kept rubbing it up and down.
Considering how long we had been playing the bulb game in the bathroom, I was extremely horny now and wanted immediate relief!
No taboos remained anymore anyway.
I just wanted to see how far Kħadījah Muhammad could go though.
I was in a strong position.
I felt like I could do whatever I want.
If Kħadījah Muhammad refused, I would have gotten pissed.
And that was something Kħadījah Muhammad couldn’t afford.
The Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman was offering me sex just to have me stick around at home!
And this Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān woman was Kħadījah Muhammad.
I knew Kħadījah Muhammad won’t stop me today.
Not a chance.
Kħadījah Muhammad hesitates, I walk out!
I had decided to take it all the way.
My Hindu lust had taken over.
I was now thinking with my Uncut Hindu Penis, and not with my brain!
“Mmmmmm….” Kħadījah Muhammad kept moaning as she turned around and kissed me on the lips.
My right hand was moving up and down her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy hole.
Rub up, rub down.
I fingered her for a little while as I squeezed her left Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān tit.
I pinched her left nipple with my fingers.
“Aray bésharm Hindu.” Kħadījah Muhammad giggled.
“Kħadījah Muħammad, achchhī taraħ sābun lagā doon pooré jism pe?” I asked.
“Haan haan. Lékin, tumhāré kapđé kħarāb ho jāyéngé.”
“Haan to phir?…I smiled.
“Tum kapđé utaar do.” Kħadījah Muhammad said in a reassuring way.
“Haan, lékin…” I said as I looked into her eyes.
I laughed back,
As Kħadījah Muhammad said it, Kħadījah Muhammad spread her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and put my hand over it.
“Ahhhh…okay now?” Kħadījah Muhammad moaned.
Then Kħadījah Muhammad brought my hand back up and licked my Uncut Hindu Penis with her lips, and squeezed it in.
Then Kħadījah Muhammad moaned again as Kħadījah Muhammad licked her own Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy juice.
This was it!
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Durgesh’s faded jeans dropped to the floor and he kicked them carelessly away.
He had the biggest Uncut Hindu Cock I, Muħammad, had ever seen in my life.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was as long as thick as my forearm.
My first thought was that he would hurt Åāýéshah…but I saw the opposite on her face…and could have sworn a glint of pleasure was in her big eyes!
Durgesh took his huge Uncut Hindu Cock in his hands and slowly pull on it, smiling, as he turned his attention away from Åāýéshah for a moment.
He ordered Ålī to make Ålī show me my stuff.
Ålī joined in the laughter as he pointed the gun at my crotch and told me to get my fucking pants off quick.
I did as I was told.
I was humiliated… When my medium sized Cock about 2″ long was displayed with an erection.
They laughed hard at my shame and Durgesh grinned, shaking his head as if he were sorry for me.
I wished him dead a thousand ways…as he turned back to my wife, Åāýéshah; and told the boys to lay her out for him.
Åāýéshah was suddenly stretched out on the floor.
My erection hurt me…and I had to force myself not to reach for it.
I gritted my teeth as one of them pulled her shapely arms back behind her head as he gripped both her wrists.
Yards of her straight black hair dripped and tangled around her wrists and arms, played peek-a-boo with her taut nipples.
Åāýéshah was moaning making frightened little sounds, and also what sounded suspiciously like her pleasure sounds.
Durgesh, with his immense Uncut Hindu Cock in his hands, knelt between her legs.
He was breathing hard as he brushed his tangled mane of hairs from his handsome Hindu face.
He let his breath slowly…and groaned in and exaggerated way…making the others laugh as he opened Åāýéshah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips again…with his big, dirty fingers, while he lovingly stroked his thick, long Uncut Hindu Cock.
Åāýéshah was spread wide open, like an invitation to a picnic…that I wasn’t invited to.
She was wet, dripping for that Hindu animal.
Worst, Durgesh knew it!
A pain in my loins made me shamefully aware of my own meager Musalmān hard-on.
I was also aware of the cold barrel of the gun touching my temples from time to time.
Durgesh’s fingers parted her, moved inside her and turned to me, lifting those big fingers to the light, showing me the dripping of my wife’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
He said she was the juiciest…rape victim he had ever seen.
He said that Åāýéshah was wet enough to be passed around a good five times.
When Åāýéshah heard that, she began to cry hard, spluttering, as she begged Durgesh not to let the others have her.
Durgesh’s fingers turned cruel as he jammed up her hole, biting his words off.
As he told her that, she was beautiful whore Sunni Musalmān Cunt!
He said their ‘club’ shared everything!
She was just a thing…he added.
Durgesh was done playing games.
His fingers raked her Sunni Musalmān Cunt…and Åāýéshah was crying, calling for help.
Durgesh’s hand left his Uncut Hindu Cock in order to slap Åāýéshah viciously.
I winced from the sound of that blow; it hurt enough to shut Åāýéshah up.
She was really afraid then…and I took a certain kind of satisfaction in that!
I saw the head push hard against her furry black Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips before it began to shove its way inside, without any further playing rituals.
It was time for him to get down to business.
I looked around quickly and saw the hunger on the other four Hindu male faces.
I was sure…that everyone was going to get their turn!
My own burning hard-on was insignificant looking…but I ached all the same as I was forced to look on Durgesh’s huge piece of Hindu meat forced its way inside of my wife’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
His hands spread themselves flush against the bulging mounds of her tits… And she leaned against them with all his hard packed Hindu weight.
Åāýéshah gave a muffled scream.
I knew it had to be hurting.
I could see Åāýéshah’s body heaving as the two boys maning her ankles pulled her thighs further apart, permitting Durgesh an easier entry.
Åāýéshah was crying, trying to move beneath his hard Hindu body.
At first, I tried to tell myself that she wanted to get away…but changed my mind when Durgesh slowly pulled his Uncut Hindu Cock from her, until just the thick, round head balanced on the rim of her Sunni Musalmān Cunt hole.
She actually cried for more…and I felt my guts rip with pain.
I have to admit that my hard-on didn’t deflate.
If anything…as my wife begged for more, groaning, under Durgesh’s Hindu weight and teasing Uncut Hindu Cock, I was more aroused than ever.
I had never been so horny in my life.
I couldn’t understand it!
Durgesh let her beg for what seemed like eternity, but it was a few seconds.
He wanted to be inside her Sunni Musalmān Cunt as much Åāýéshah wanted Durgesh there!
I hated both of them…but I was so hot I could hardly breath.
I felt for my prick, no longer caring what anyone thought…and began to pull on it.
No one even noticed!
All eyes were on the main attraction.
When Durgesh was satisfied with my wife’s, Åāýéshah’s, begging…he told her that he would give her all the Uncut Hindu Cock she could handle and more!
He did just that, shoving his enormous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her Sunni Musalmān Cunt so hard, I could hear their bones crash together…and Åāýéshah screamed as his Uncut Hindu Cock’s thick head hit her Sunni Musalmān cervix…pushing it, I’m sure concave, with brute Hindu force.
I was almost gratified when Durgesh began to fuck Åāýéshah with merciless abandon.
His Hindu body rose and fell, hard and quick.
Åāýéshah was crying, sobbing and begging all at once.
She sounded like a mad woman…and everything took on a shade of craziness.
I saw her tightly held, imprisoned body try to move, wanting to meet Durgesh’s Hindu body as it came crashing down on hers.
I couldn’t believe it…
She stared in fascination as that massive Uncut Hindu Cock filled her over and over.
Durgesh had to be hurting her…but Åāýéshah loved it.
That was obvious to everyone.
I saw Åāýéshah’s stomach muscles ripple and heard her long, mewling cry…and knew she was coming.
Durgesh fucked Åāýéshah even harder and meaner as she came.
My hands jerked my Cock up and down and I, Muħammad, her husband, was making sounds of greedy pleasure, just like the other Hindu and Musalmeen men in the room.
Yes, there were more Musalmeen than Hindus.
They had brought the Hindus to disgrace me and my wife.
Only because I opposed them for their Un-Islamic attitude.
They were punishing me for my Islamic attitude.
Allah, were they really Musalmeen?
Durgesh and his friends were given option either to rape my wife, or watch her to be gang raped by all the more than fifty Musalmeen present there.
We begged Durgesh and his Hindu friends to rape my wife kindly.
Durgesh agreed after a long argument.
For that brief moment, we were no longer separated into antagonists and victims…but were one.
We were all male animals!
With one final jerk of my hands over my Cock, I came spurting cum onto the floor.
The guy holding the gun had forgotten all about me, but I knew it was useless to try anything.
Durgesh’s Hindu body was beating Åāýéshah into the floor and I watched the slippery wet Uncut Hindu Cock slip deepest into Åāýéshah as his hand rushed over her breasts.
His palm opened and closed around Åāýéshah’s stiff nipple and she screamed.
I knew he must have crushed her, was still crushing her as he growled…and his Hindu body lay still, his ass jerking in a long spasm.
I caught my breath and looked at the little puddle of white sperm on the floor.
There was come all down the pants leg of the dark haired gun-slinger.
I felt sick.
Durgesh pulled himself from my wife and slowly stood up.
He nodded at me, his eyes looking at the mess I had made on the floor.
The other men were watching him like faithful dogs…and he laughed, telling them to enjoy themselves.
I felt bad for Åāýéshah then, but she deserved it…for enjoying Durgesh, very much, far more than she enjoyed even me, ever.
Allah, Durgesh had fucked her the whole night continuously, constantly ramming her tight Sunni Musalman Cunt.
My wife was looking at Durgesh, gratefully, in great indebtedness.
And why shouldn’t she?
Durgesh had saved her from dirty, furious, foolish Musalmeen, raping her.
Durgesh had given her the best Hindu fuck of her life, even I, her husband, could not provide her, for whole night, I couldn’t even imagine of.
I felt as if I were about to get even with her…and tried to hide my pleasure when Durgesh took the gun from the big, dark haired guy who had been watching me.
Durgesh crossed his legs as he sat down near me.
Even in repose, his Uncut Hindu Cock was huge.
The other Hindus undressed in a hurry, joking among themselves.
No one had to hold Åāýéshah because she was exhausted and beaten.
There was no fight left in her.
I felt kind of detached as they stood her up and the dark haired Hindu pushed her tangled ropes of hair from her face with his paws.
His Uncut Hindu Cock was erect again…and he had just jerked off!
I wondered what those Hindu guys were made off!
I had wanted to, many times, but Åāýéshah always told me no.
I felt the spark of a nasty smile being, but quickly hid it!
Åāýéshah begged in hysteria,
“Not him, Durgesh! Please, do yourself. Please!”
The animals laughed,
“Oblige her, Durgesh! the bitch wants to enjoy you there too.”
Durgesh smiled and went to her again.
I began to get excited as I, Muħammad, watched Durgesh jerk his long, heavy Uncut Hindu Cock, priming it for the pump!
He reached into Åāýéshah’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt and used hers and his own body juices to lubricate his Uncut Hindu Cock.
She realized what was going on and began to cry…her body finally fighting back.
It was too late, I thought to myself.
She should have fought back when Durgesh was ramming into her…but she liked his huge Uncut Hindu Cock too much.
I was filled with lust and hate.
My hands were hot and intense on my own cut Muslim Cock as my tongue tried to wet my dry mouth.
The room was charged with Ashvinātam sexual excitement.
I remembered Rājesh Rājpoot was sitting next to me and saw his Uncut Hindu Cock still limp and as big as my now hard cut Cock.
Suddenly I, Muħammad, myself, had an urge to hold it and see how big it feels in my hands, as I had never held any Uncut Hindu Cock than my own cut cock.
I went closer to Rājesh Rājpoot and with a sense of fear started fondling his Uncut Hindu Cock.
Rājesh Rājpoot turned, saw me and gave a wide grin saying me to go ahead and have the taste of the Uncut Hindu Cock that has just ripped apart my other wife’s Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I took it in my hands as a plaything and felt it grow in my hands.
It was so thick and long that I was filled full of lust to have that Uncut Hindu Cock for myself!
Well I couldn’t have it and had to live with my own meager cut Cock for this whole life!
And saw it grow bigger and bigger and bent down to lick around it.
I started sucking it with much frenzy and was not able to take in more than a quarter of it inside my mouth.
I was jerking his Uncut Hindu Cock as well sucking it at the same time.
My other hand went to my own cut Cock and I started pumping it up and down.
Rājesh Rājpoot just then commented that both Khadijah and I was one hot couple whom they can’t get often as rape victims and laughed.
I came out of my trance suddenly and our eyes met.
He looked beamingly at my mouth and busy hands and nodded his understanding.
He was making as if we were pals…and I had to control myself.
I hated him.
Åāýéshah had loved fucking Durgesh and I am now lovingly sucking his friend’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was weird.
He was the object of hate…like a rival…and his Hindu friends were getting even for me.
They were punishing Åāýéshah for me!
I turned back to the excitement and saw Åāýéshah’s mouth open yelling with all her might.
The sounds annoyed Musalmeen as much as me, because they told one of the other Hindu men, Vikram, to shut her up.
I was hot as I watched Durgesh, holding onto her cheeks as he bent over her, an expression of complete pleasure on his broad Hindu face.
She would never refuse me the right to fuck her there again!
I would handle it the way these Hindu guys were handling it…if she tried to tell me no!
I pulled my own and Rājesh Rājpoot‘s Uncut Hindu Cock in both hands, one after the other.
Åāýéshah was filled to capacity and one Hindu guy was still waiting.
The guy in front, Shankar, was wasting no time, his hands moved down her back as he jerked her to his sweating chest.
His Uncut Hindu Cock moved quickly in and out of her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, sliding on a wave of juice and cum.
I saw him close his eyes and push hard into Åāýéshah.
Her neck was straining upwards.
Her mouth bulging with the Uncut Hindu Cock in it.
It too, was sliding in and out of her throat as she made strangled sounds.
The Hindu man had her by a handful of her long hair…and was using her hair to jerk head in the directions he wanted.
The Hindu guy in her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, Shankar, came and the fourth Hindu man, Niranjan, who had been waiting, literally holding his Uncut Hindu Cock, just pushed Shankar aside and knelt to slide his Uncut Hindu Cock in place of Shankar who had just left.
It was like taking a ticket into a theater, I thought.
Durgesh was again the only one not in a hurry it seemed.
He had fucked her whole night, now he was enjoying her whole day, in her gorgeous Sunni Musalman ass.
Durgesh in her Sunni Musalman ass, Niranjan in her Sunni Musalman Cunt, Vikram in her Sunni Musalman mouth.
I felt myself coming, so excited by the action that I couldn’t swallow.
I left Rājesh Rājpoot‘s Uncut Hindu Cock, held my own cut Cock with both hands and shot cum all over.
It felt as if it were bucking in my lap.
I just kept coming.
Rājesh Rājpoot pulled my mouth towards his Uncut Hindu Cock and forced his Uncut Hindu Cock into it.
I gagged as Rājesh Rājpoot was shoving it hard and deep.
Almost half of his Uncut Hindu Cock was in my, Muħammad’s, mouth and my eyes bulged out.
He held my hairs with both hands and moved my head to and fro from his Uncut Hindu Cock.
He had the gun…and there was nothing I could do about him!
And moreover it was me who warranted this!
He pulled out his Uncut Hindu Cock still hard and sprayed some Hindu cum over my lips.
I licked it clean.
I greedily mouthed his Uncut Hindu Cock again and started licking and sucking for more of his Hindu cum and he was not anymore in mood as he had spent more than he could.
But I was still sucking his Uncut Hindu Cock while turning away from him and seeing my wife getting the same treatment.
He came hard into her and fucked her crazily until he finished.
Durgesh too, gave one long, slow and gripped Åāýéshah with his gargantuan Hindu paws…his deep voice grunting loudly as his hard ass shook with the quaking force of Hindu ejaculation filling her Sunni Musalman ass deepest with his Hindu semen once again.
I myself was dumbstruck as I dropped Rājesh Rājpoot‘s now limp Uncut Hindu Cock from my mouth.
She felt miserable for me, I could sense from her eyes.
I felt guilty too!
Durgesh stood up and pocketed the gun.
He took a long, slow look at me and smiled.
It was as if he was inside my head…and knew what I was feeling.
He nodded at me his eyes full of street-wisdom.
They all dressed and departed.
I listened to the car rev up and leave, listened to them fade away as I watched Åāýéshah weeping on the floor.
After a long while, I went to her and reluctantly took her in my arms.
Our eyes met, warily searching each other for an answer.
We both knew that nothing would ever be the same for us.
I began to stroke her hair, telling her that it was all over now…they were gone.
Åāýéshah blushed and told me she was sorry.
She has enjoyed Durgesh very much, shamelessly.
She confessed that being raped by Hindus had always been a fantasy for her.
I tried to comfort her and had to tell her how I jerked off, how I started sucking Rājesh Rājpoot‘s large Uncut Hindu Cock filled with jealousy and how I hated both him and her when Åāýéshah fucked Durgesh back.
Åāýéshah had, I reminded her, begged Durgesh for more and more repeatedly!
We had both been guilty!
We sat there for a long time coming to terms with each other and ourselves.
I moved slowly towards her and inserted my fingers inside her Sunni Musalmān Cunt, which she always love me to do for her.
But now it was very different.
Earlier I can get up only two full fingers inside her now I was able to put in all four fingers inside while my thumb rubbed at her clit.
I said with fear that her Sunni Musalmān Cunt has become bigger with her getting raped by big Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock and now she will never be able to feel my cut Cock anywhere there.
Åāýéshah smiled back at me and said sure it won’t be the same for her anymore, and she would always lust for Durgesh’s big Uncut Hindu Cock, far more bigger than mine, now that she has got her Sunni Musalmān Cunt stretched up.
I felt bad for letting this happen.
Yet I promised her that she’d get Durgesh as much as she needs, now.
She thanked asked me not to worry that we have our mouths to satisfy ourselves and pushed my head towards her Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
I asked her to let me lick her to take the soreness away as I always do.
She bent over, came down my cut Cock and started sucking it while I licked her Sunni Musalmān Cunt feeling for all those Hindu cum of those Hindu men and as well as her Sunni Musalmān juices flowing freely now.
We both shuddered as I came hard in her mouth at the same instant when she came came too….
We lay there completely exhausted for a long time coming to terms with each other and ourselves.
Durgesh was the best man for her, I agreed.
She’d get Durgesh, I promised once again.
We packed up, knowing we couldn’t stay there.
They might come back again.
As we drove away, we talked some more.
I was feeling real bad then, remembering how I had jerked myself and sucked Rājesh Rājpoot‘s Uncut Hindu Cock, watching her being gang-raped by Hindus…even though I had been mad at her.
It wasn’t her fault we were invaded by a gang of Hindus!
We made up slowly…and weeks later, talked about how excited we had both become in different ways, by the even.
We decided to try some sexual books in our lives.
Åāýéshah also confessed to having quickly learned to like being fucked in the asshole…and wanted to try it with me after Durgesh.
I was more than willing to oblige.
I still love my wife…and although the gang-rape episode was terrifying, some good did come of it.
It may have been a horror-story…but in some strange way, it was responsible for our sexual awakening…the new kind of awakening made our love life far richer and erotic.
We started to have tri-sexual and multi sexual sessions/Group Sex, with Durgesh and my other similarly extremely beautiful Sunni Musalman wives, that added up spice to our otherwise boring monotonous sex life.
We no longer needed weekends at any remote place.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
1: Of my Musalmān friends
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, though I’m fascinated about your navel, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs and ass, I wanted to see your navel only. Already you showed me your navel. This is enough for me. But still I feel horny when I talk with you about your sexual life.”
“I am also feeling hot Durgesh.”Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how many times your husband fucks you in a day?” I asked her an extreme question.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t show her shock on her face now, smiled at me naughtily and asked,
“Do you really require to know it, Durgesh?”
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to know how many times my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting fucked, in a day.”
“Twice in a day Durgesh, twice in a day. He will fuck me, until I get satisfied.” she closed her eyes.
I laid her on the bed, opened her saree from her hips, and teased her navel by my finger.
I inserted my finger in her deep navel and asked her,
“Will he lick your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?”
“Yes, sometimes, Durgesh.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in heaven when she talked like this, and I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, all the youngsters in our colony are eying on you, you know?”
“Hey, what are you saying? I am not that much beautiful.”
“But they are mad on your ass. They want to see your navel at least once.” I added.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is still uncomfortable now and she was shy to get all this comments from her Hindu Nandoī.
Her cheeks became red.
“Yes, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, they love to see your ass shake, when you walk in saree. They count it too.” I increased her horniness, deliberately.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me with unbelievable eyes.
Because she was waiting for this complement for long years, but she is highly satisfied now and felt hot really.
“They opened my eyes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. I am squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis on you for last 10 years thinking about your sexy moon hip and your huge round buttocks.” I made circle around her deep navel with my finger.
She moaned and enjoyed this.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love to lick your navel.”
She didn’t reply me.
She was lying in closed eyes.
I kissed her navel, licked and sucked it for 45 minutes.
She moaned heavily, shook her hip in sexy way, and I caressed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
“Durgesh, it’s enough. Durgesh, leave my navel.” She moaned with pleasure.
“I want to see you nude, your up and downs Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I squeezed her navel.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked by this and told me,
“No, Durgesh, I should not be nude in front of you.”
“Promise. I will not fuck you Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I asked once again.
She was surprised of my strange questions.
Without expecting her reply, I pulled her saree away from her waist.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah felt everything is going out of her control, as I trapped her one by one.
First saree, then blouse, then bra.
Finally, I came to her panty.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t stop me.
But she turned back, when I removed her panty.
Her ass was up.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is completely nude in front of me with her naked great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
She didn’t expect I would make her nude.
She felt shy and closed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy,
“Durgesh, don’t look at your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I should not show to you. Please.”
She deplored and begged me not to see her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
She stood from the bed and was ready to run away from me.
But I knew how to take off her hand.
I also became nude and kept my rod in 90 degrees.
Then I went back to her and saw her huge mountain Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes and requested me not do anything in her ass.
But I didn’t listen to her.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is really nice. When you walk, your ass makes me mad. So I like to see how your bare ass shakes when you walk. Today you should not wear any dress Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. We are alone here. Only you and me, none else. You should be completely nude. I am going to enjoy the shakes of your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, hip and huge round extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. See, I’m not fucking you, neither in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, nor in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass. I’m keeping my promise. The only thing I want to is, to appreciate your outstanding Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty. Can’t you do only that for me? For your Hindu Nandoī? You’ve to do nothing more what you haven’t already done for me. Let’s stay nude, darling.”
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me to leave her,
“Durgesh, I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and some other man’s wife. I should not show my nude body particularly my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and ass to you. Since you want to see me nude all over the day, It is impossible. If anyone knows this, my life will be miserable. Please Durgesh; Leave your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. Please!” She deplored.
I respected her feelings and after that I didn’t force her.
Then I took her to movie and beach.
She was very happy all over the day and she thanked me.
As our parents returned from the marriage in the night, I didn’t get any chances of teasing my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sexy assets.
Everyone should be proud of having such homely sexy hot ladies.
I am proud of my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, because she doesn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was trying to fuck her but she didn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was sad after this incident and the Next day morning-
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready to go ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
She was in a fantastic saree looking gorgeous.
But again, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told she is still hot and her stomach makes trouble.
So I wanted to use this opportunity. I went to her and told her “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, unless you apply oil in your cute ass hole, you can’t get relief.”
“Allah, Durgesh , tell some other treatment.”
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there is one more treatment, I tell you.”
Then I saw her, she was looking like an angel, holding books on her breast.
We were standing in the kitchen.
I suddenly bent down and lifted her saree.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked when her saree is suddenly lifted by me.
before she realized the things, I lifted her saree above her waist, and within a second I slide her red panty down to her knee.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this sudden attack on her ass hole.
She felt current flow in her ass hole.
She became mad and she loved the pleasure, Spread over her ass hole.
So, it was this way.
I still separated her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks further and saw her open ass hole.
Then madly I started touching her glory hole with my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Penis head.
When I touched her hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deeply moaned with pleasure, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaah,aa,aa,ahhh,mmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa.”
She was not able to stand.
We forgot about everything.
I touched her ass hole with it for 35 minutes.
She moaned heavily, and I found some sound near kitchen.
I left her saree down and stopped the touching session.
Yes, my Pitr’shrī came to kitchen.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was breathing heavily and I told him,
“Pitr’shrī, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is not feeling well. Let her go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ in the afternoon.”
He told her to take rest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah immediately ran to her room.
After some time, I went to her room.
She was sitting on the bed.
She was silent and was thinking something seriously
Seeing me, she stood up and told me,
“Durgesh, please don’t touch my ass hole with your Uncut Hindu Penis head. dont make me your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān slut, Durgesh,please. I may ask you to fuck me. Allah, it’s enough. Please, dont do anything further.” she begged me.
I saw my frightened Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there are only two options. You have to allow me to fuck you. Otherwise, allow me to apply oil in your ass. Otherwise, you can’t get permanent relief. As you are a married Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, it’s your choice to choose the remedy or do nothing and keep suffering from pain.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes.
“If you need me, you are most welcome in my room.” I said gravely and marched out of her room.
She ran behind me to stop me.
I stopped, and controlled myself.
She held my arm and brought me back to her room, almost forcibly.
“It’s—it’s constantly twitching there and becoming more and more unbearable.” She told me.
She showed her ass to me.
It was looking in great shape in saree.
I touched her ass, squeezed it for some time, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this with closed eyes, then I did that.
Yes, I slapped her ass.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain in her ass.
She shook her ass twice because of my slap,
“Durgesh, Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa, Durgesh, why are you slapping? Aaaaa it is paining Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed.
Again, I slapped her ass heavily.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass cheeks were vibrating because of my spank.
Her saree became hot because of my slaps.
This time Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept her hands on her ass and begged me to not to slap more.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have other way.
She needed to surrender to my treatment.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me,
“Durgesh, don’t do anything more than that. We will be in trouble Durgesh. Allah, What I will do?” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deplored.
Then I assured her I would not do anything without her permission.
Then I took coconut oil bottle and saw her.
My sexy homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kneeled down and stood in doggy style.
Now her ass was up.
I enjoyed this scene and told her to keep her face on the bed.
She was wearing a green flowered thin saree.
She was looking very sexy in this posture.
Her pallu was apparently out of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and I saw her hanging huge round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs over her jacket now.
I understood she is not wearing bra.
She was waiting for the treatment.
I thanked Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, and did that.
Yes, I held the border of her down saree.
I slowly lifted up with lot of my Hindu lust for her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah closed her eyes as air was passing on her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.
I slowly lifted her saree over her ass and finally kept her saree on her jacket.
Now, my beautiful Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was showing her just before ‘touhed’ ass to me.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, It was unbelievable.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass in front of me, my Uncut Hindu Cock is about to cum.
I slide down her red panty again and threw it out.
Now fresh air touched her ass.
I am in heaven.
I made myself nude and I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She didn’t know this and she was eagerly waiting for my treatment.
I slide her ass cheeks and saw her cute shivering ass hole.
As I kept my hands on her ass, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass hole was shivering.
It was a marvelous sight of seeing my own sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s long awaited sweet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
Without wasting any time, I kept my Uncut Hindu Penis on her butt hole and fastly ‘touched’ it again.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her ass for a minute with sudden pleasure and started moaning aaaaaah mmmmmmmmm.
I loved her moaning and touched her ass hole violently.
Now her secret butt hole was on my Uncut Hindu Penis for second time.
I took her complete ass hole on my Uncut Hindu Penis and ‘touched’ it for 30 minutes.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and shook her ass to and fro with the pleasurable pain.
After touching her hole for 30 minutes, I poured oil in her ass hole.
When I inserted my Uncut Hindu Penis inside her ass hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and saw me with frightened eyes.
I consoled her and asked her not to worry. She’d be cured. It’s sex therapy and I’m a successful Sex Therapist.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock there, became hot hotter hottest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain.
It was a great sight to see my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah showing her secret Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me for filling oil in her hole.
Then I removed my Uncut Hindu Penis from her hole.
Now her ass hole got closed.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept on moaning aaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Ammīiiiiiiiii Yā Allaaaaaaah!
I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how do you feel now?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with lots of pleasure.
I feel cool in my ass hole Durgesh, Aaaaa it’s very cold, Aaaaa.
I told her to keep her ass hole exposed to air for an hour.
She agreed for that.
Then I came in front of her with my erect Uncut Hindu Cock.
After seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got shocked by seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock’s form without taking her eyes from it.
Then what she thought I don’t know she deplored not to do anything more, please Durgesh,
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I need air for my Uncut Hindu Cock. That is why I am nude now, don’t be afraid.”
I sat on the bed and started enjoying the view of my precious Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass for an hour.
Then I told her to lie on the bed as her ass was facing upwards for an hour.
I left to my room because my father may get doubt if I spent more time in Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
After one hour, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was very bright and she told to my Ammī Ħuzoor,
“I am alright.”
She thanked me and smiled at me.
“Is your ass hole ok?” I enquired her.
“It is fine.”
She dressed up well in a brown designer saree and was looking gorgeous.
I told her,
“ Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are really superb and hot. If still you feel hot, put some ice cubes in your ass hole.”
She smiled and asked me to do it in the night.
Then she left to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
I was waiting for the night.
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah called me within one hour.
I was surprised.
I was jumping, and attended the call.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was talking in sexy voice, “Hī, Durgesh, how are you?”
I asked her what Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, why suddenly?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was silent in opposite end and after some time she told with shyness,
Wow, I jumped with happiness.
My uncut Hindu rod became hot
Finally, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah has surrendered her great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I also was thinking about your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass only. I’ve cured you, darling. But now I too need you very much.”
“Durgesh, I am coming there. Durgesh, I can’t be here for a minute. I want your Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole, in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, wherever, Allah, your Hindu sex penetrations make me mad, forgive me Allah. Durgesh, fuck me Durgesh, please. Will you fuck me?”
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am always ready to bang you. You are most welcome to my Uncut Hindu Penis, my darling.”
“Forever, Durgesh? Forever?”
“Yes, my dearest, till we both exist.” I smiled, “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am ready to drill your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I will fuck you till you cry. I will make your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole wild.” I deplored.
I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund, my greatest tool in my sex therapy, the other Sex Therapists didn’t and couldn’t own.
Within next 30 minutes, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in my bed.
She was completely nude and begged me to fuck immediately.
I saw the Uncut-Hindu-Cock-starved homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and widened her legs.
Kissed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Fucked her with great pleasure.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, screamed.
Her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body was in vibration.
I squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, squeezed and kissed her nipples, and fucked her 3 times within the night.
No one had any doubt on us.
After dinner, I went to her room.
She asked me to fuck her in her ass.
I fucked in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole like a horse.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was crying because of pain and pleasure inside her ass Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole, but still she was keeping her ass up.
I fucked her violently.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was completely satisfied with my strong Hindu fuck and she kissed me all over.
She thanked me for the pleasures I gave to her.
“My husband never touched my ass hole, but I was expecting the day of my ass hole’s inauguration, when you ‘touched’ my ass hole. I lost everything to you. I became slut for you, Durgesh, my Hindu Nandoī, Fuck me all over the years Durgesh, and bang my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole daily.”
She moaned, deplored and finally I fucked in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth too.
When we slept, we don’t know.
My parents thought my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is teaching something to me.
But the real thing is I was teaching her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
There onwards, we started enjoying the sex in our house whenever we get chance.
I was continuously fucking her, keeping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes engaged.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah loved my Uncut Hindu Cock’s length and its speed.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was lying nude in front of me all days when others go out.
I fucked her like a slut.
Now she is addicted to my ass fuck.
Every day morning, after wearing saree she will come to me, show her ass hole and get ass fucked.
Then only, she will go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ for her speech.
I will throat fuck her at anytime.
She enjoyed it.
And she is enjoying it.
One day she told me about her long fantasy.
First I was stunned.
I didn’t accept it.
It was highly perverted and dangerous.
Yet, she didn’t understand and was quarreling with me.
“Well, I’m not your wife. I’m wife of your sala. Never try to act my husband. We are lovers and lovers only. Never husband and wife. I don’t need a Hindu husband. They are tremendously possessive. Now, once free, I want to enjoy my life my own way. Do you cooperate with me, as I’ve cooperated with you?”
“Okay, Saali, have your own way and suffer, as you please!” I had to surrender ultimately.
We planned to go to a shopping mall.
She smiled naughtily, and strictly told me, we should go in bus only.
I looked at her angrily.
She was immensely perverted now.
After dressing, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came to me and told,
“Durgesh darling, I am ready.”
After seeing her, I opened my mouth.
Oh Eīshān, what a beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch she is.
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān shape was still killing me, though I’m fucking her now almost 24×7 on this or that pretext.
She was in a double color saree with maroon and brown combination, with matching blouse, looking hot.
As she told me, she had not worn bra.
So her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs were bulging out from her blouse that can be clearly visible from one side.
Those single huge round hanging boob is enough to make my Hindu tool hot.
I smiled at her and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful in this saree.”
We both came out from our house and walked towards the bus stand.
I know by this time many of my Hindu friends will be there in the street.
So let them celebrate my winning today.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was walking like my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bride.
Her head was looking down.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is killing me still now, my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān darling. Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , why are you shaking your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass like this?”
“Durgesh, you Hindu rascal, don’t make me wet. Stop it.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah scolded me, but she could not control her smile on my comment.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks became red.
Yes, we entered into the street that I expected.
After seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah with me, everyone became steady and they made all their friends steady.
They all were checking her.
I was going behind her.
Slowly Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah to reveal her navel, despite my repeated objections.
She insisted to display her cute deep round navel.
It was her perverted fantasy she was dying to see coming true.
Apparently, with lots of shyness, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, finally flaunted her navel to sun light.
Yes, She displayed her navel openly to everyone.
Yet, she was walking innocently.
Her head was down.
As she kept her mid riff just above her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, the saree came through her hip made the mid riff in such V like shape, it was deep down from her round yummy deep navel.
She gave a real feast to those saree lovers.
They saw her thoppul.
They were very tensed.
All of their eyes were pointing in the same place, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s big Saåūdī Årab Musalmān navel.
Some of them were touching and shaking their Uncut Hindu Penis.
How perverted her fantasy was.
I was controlling myself with hard effort.
After all, it was her treasure, how could I stop her from its display?
I remembered Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
Even my father could not stop her.
The Hindus were talking with each other about her navel, without taking away their eyes from her.
I became very hot and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your thoppul made them crazy. They all are enjoying your navel.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying the things happening.
She was in complete shyness apparently though.
We reached the bus stop.
All those guys were following us and they were just behind her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Some were checking her ass, some on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and some on her navel.
She was looking like a hot Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch that day.
I know it was always crowded.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was standing and she was surrounded by those hunks.
I was watching her near the door.
She was seeing me with NOT frightened eyes.
I cooled her, nevertheless, and even told her not to worry.
It was her fantasy after all she insisted on.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah lifted her both hands to hold the steel bar for balance.
And this was what everyone needed.
Now her thoppul was exposed to everyone.
Her thoppul was shivering.
She was in a position to close her eyes.
I can’t express the perverted scene.
Her navel was completely abused by them.
They squeezed her navel, squeezed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and they made her ass collide.
They were bonding Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass as they do with chapatti pindi.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in her extremely perverted heaven.
She never experienced this pleasure.
No sane girl has, neither wanted ever to have.
Yet, she loved it.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became wet now.
Soon we got down from the bus and went inside the famous crowded shopping mall.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah adjusted her saree and we went fast.
And finally disappeared from the hunks who abused Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Then what about her hanging breasts?
Yes, Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs got squeezed by many Hindu hands when she was checking the sarees.
There were so many saree lovers.
They understood Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel is deep and round.
And her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is extremely wild and D shaped.
Seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hanging Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, they easily understood this bitch needs to be squeezed and abused.
They did their maximum.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got aroused by this and she was completely wet.
I saw her horny face and she was ready to a good fuck now.
As her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, navel and ass got continuously squeezed, she was not able to control herself, begged me,
”Durgesh, take me somewhere. fuck me Durgesh, Allah, fuck me right now.”
I expected this also.
But I thought of fucking her in home.
But at any time she may lost her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy to anyone who was handling her ass and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
So I just took her to a last ladies bathroom, lifted her saree and fucked her for ten hours nonstop in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
At this continuous fuck, she had orgasm 16 times, and enjoyed this heavy Hindu fuck followed by the abusing.
Her husband, Muħammad Åbdullah returned after 6 months only.
What a caring and loving husband he was!
Until that time, I fucked her at least thrice in a day and made her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes big.
We really enjoyed our life.
She loves me a lot.
She is caring on my Uncut Hindu Cock and me.
I promised her I will fuck at least once in a day even, when I fuck someone else too.
She also promised me, she will give her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hole to me, even when her Musalmān husband is present in home.
Till now, we are enjoying the hard fucking and we will.
There was no differentiation of any kind. We all noticed that Fātimah Muħammad was completely growing by the mother’s looks.
What a mother, you know now,very well.
She looked exactly like Åāýéshah Muħammad did in her younger days.
Of course, I had always found Åāýéshah Muħammad very sexy.
Although I had maintained a very pure relation with Åāýéshah Muħammad, inspite of my great attraction towards her sexiness, the purity couldn’t survive long.
I could not bear it any longer with Fātimah Muħammad who looked none different and who was now growing sexier as she was entering her adolescence.
Sexier than even Åāýéshah Muħammad?
I must admit that I had been cheating on my friend Muħammad by fondling on Fātimah Muħammad’s private parts right since she was 8 years old.
But I did not want her to be another Åāýéshah Muħammad.
So, it was necessary to quench her abnormal lust for sex ab initio.
Her other Ammis were supporting her real Ammi Åāýéshah Muħammad, not her, knowingly or unknowingly.
Khadijah Muħammad was Muħammad Åbdullah’s second wife, was very beautiful, A mind flowing hotty.
She married my close friend Muħammad Åbdullah three years back.
It was love marriage, and she belonged to a well-settled family.
Nevertheless, she was working as an airhostess at that time.
As both the families were wealthy, they happily got married.
Sālī Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, called me to fire,
“Durgesh, is it right, Muħammad Åbdullah is bringing a second wife for him?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, they love each other, and it’s their life.”
“Promise me, if she needs extra marital sex, you’d provide her.”
“You’d control her control her sex life too, as you are controlling the sex life of my 16 beauties without brain daughters, and my daughter in law Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah can control the sex life of his wives.”
“Please, don’t punish that damn fool for his anti Hindu outrageous views.”
“Ammī Ħazrat, Muħammad Åbdullah is my friend and sālā, both. He planned that I should have sex with his all the 16 extremely beautiful real sisters.”
“Don’t give him credit for it. He used you.”
“He is a great, extremely responsible brother for his nudist sisters, but he is a hell of a friend. He cheated you. He is too selfish when it comes to his love for his sisters.”
“The Muslims were always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!”
Ammī Ħazrat Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah looked up at me at once.
She was sitting on a chair and I was standing in front of her, obediently.
Yes, I was attracted to her sexually but she was a great mother for her entire seventeen children.
Muħammad Åbdullah was a great brother, a great friend, a great Musalmān, a great human being even if he was not a great husband.
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was all-alert all of a sudden, “What did you say?”
“The Muslims were, and still are, always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!” I repeated gravely, “Never forget, Rānī Karmvatī/Karuñāvatī sent Raxā Bandhan to Humayu, not to some Hindu king.”
“Why had she chosen Humayu as her brother, instead of some Hindu king?”
Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was looking at me gravely, even somewhat surprised now.
“Yes,” She smiled, “please, continue. You are doing very well. Whenever you are in this mood, I understand why Muħammad Åbdullah can’t hate you as a Hindu, while he hates other Hindus very much, even to the extent that he becomes irrational and impossible. I find even the worst communal Muslims, respect you, Durgesh, and even love you more than their own sons.”
“You’d have been a great human being, Durgesh, if Kħadījah, your Ammī Ħuzoor, hadn’t brought you up nude among her countless nude nieces, and Vishvās Shakr Mānav, your Pitr’shrī, wasn’t so mad for your Ammī Ħuzoor, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.”
“Well, Ammī Ħazrat, my services are needed more as a Sex Therapist than as a moral thinker. I acknowledged already, we Hindus are better in sex, but the Muslim were, and still are, always better in morals.”
“Suraiyah Jamāl also agrees with you, my son.”
“I’m sorry about Suraiyah Jamāl, Ammī Ħazrat.”
“Oh, are you?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, she needed sex very much for her healthy survival.”
“So you raped her?”
“Her husband himself requested me.”
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat almost jumped. She looked at me incredulously, “I—I can’t believe you.”
“You have his mobile number. You were interested in his welfare. Talk him yourself.”
“Now?”She looked at me incredulously.
“If you call him later, you may suspect me that I blackmailed him to state to you, as I wanted.”
“I—I’d really call him. Don’t bluff me.”
“By all means. Go ahead. Call him before I’ve an opportunity to prepare him.”
She sucked my Hindu Penis even at that age, as she had seen her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; sucking her father’s penis.
Fātimah Muħammad played Abbū Ammī with me, me being Abbū and she being Ammī, of course.
I was horrified when she sucked my Hindu Penis first time.
I was instantaneously awake.
“Fātimah!” horrified I, asked her, “What are you doing? What are you doing?”
“Playing Ammī with you.” Fātimah Muħammad went on sucking me, “You play Abbū.”
“No darling, you should not do it. Leave my organ.”
“Hihihi. It’s not organ. It’s your lund.”
“Ammī calls it lund when she sucks Abbū’s.”
“Fātimah! Leave it.”
“No, kiss my Musalmān Choot.”
“Fātimah! You are”
“Kiss my Musalmān Choot. Otherwise I’ll bite on your Hindu Lund.”
It went on to the extent that even now when she grew up she could not still feel any difference in doing the same.
I was unable not to doubt her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; that she did it knowingly.
Muħammad was so devoted to Islam that he always refused to understand how sexiest his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad was.
She always grabbed and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis on this or that pretext.
She always kissed me on my lips whenever she could get the opportunity.
Her trick had worked well.
She was so innocent to the evils of the world that she never knew if anyone was seducing her due to her sex appeal. She would go and sit in anyone’s lap and let that person do anything with her.
Her parents had noticed this and grounded her within the four walls of the house.
The only person Fātimah Muħammad was allowed to meet was me.
Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad never would have imagined that I am Fātimah Muħammad’s biggest victim.
Muħammad used to go early in the morning to work and return home late in the evenings.
Åāýéshah Muħammad entrusted Fātimah Muħammad so much to me that often Åāýéshah Muħammad even went to her own mother’s house that is a couple of miles away from our house and stayed there for some days sometimes.
Fātimah Muħammad used to love coming to my side of the house and watch TV or play video games etc.
We are typical middle class people. Hence as the usual tradition in such homes, Fātimah Muħammad always wore a frock and a petticoat inside it.
These kinds of petticoats are more like sleeveless frocks only, just a little shorter in length, i.e. above the knees. Fātimah Muħammad as per tradition stayed only in the petticoat while at home.
Of course, as her Muslim breasts started blossoming she had learnt to wear bras also.
But with me, she was still like a child.
She used to come and just land in my laps and force me to cuddle and cajole her as I did when she was a child.
This is just what Åāýéshah Muħammad had expected, that she should continue to want to be cajoled in the same way as I always did.
Right from her childhood, I was compelled even to stroke her thighs and stomach and the chest at that time when it had not blossomed.
Over the last two years, even I enjoyed feeling the developing size of her tits.
They had grown to be 36B.
Now her actual figure was around 36-26-38.
I had also got her used to being felt in the Muslim Pussy area so that when the right time comes she will have nothing to fuss about.
Very soon, it was announced that Åāýéshah Muħammad is expecting the second child.
It was Åāýéshah Muħammad’s second month of pregnancy.
Since that time, Åāýéshah Muħammad went to her mother’s place to be looked after and Muħammad also spent much of his time there.
Fātimah Muħammad used to visit them once in a while, but preferred to stay more with me.
She was perfectly trained for it till now by her own Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad.
Fātimah Muħammad said she got bored with all of them there.
Now most of the time Fātimah Muħammad and I were alone at home.
I had always been feeling Fātimah Muħammad’s every part secretly whether she realised the purpose of it or not.
She forced me to do it, impelled by her Ammī.
But she couldn’t wait any longer to actually show her parts bared and naked and to have sex with me.
Her sexiest Ammī had her own planning to catch her red handed with me and blackmail me to fuck herself too.
There couldn’t have been a better time than this.
She didn’t want to lose this golden opportunity of getting to fuck me by her sweet darling baby Fātimah Muħammad. One day as she usually came and landed in my laps, I again placed my hands on her silky thighs.
She insisted on it.
She was in her usual type of old white soiled petticoat.
It was nothing new for her even when my hands advanced towards her panty and then up her stomach leading to the bra and tits.
For the first time I pushed my hands under the bra and felt the tenderness of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
She didn’t react to that.
Then I raised her petticoat all the way upto the neck and then tried to push it off over her head.
It got stuck in the head as she was moving her arms trying to keep the petticoat on.
With the petticoat still stuck in her neck, she sweetly asked me,
“Uncle, why did Ammī ask me to make you remove my petticoat?”
It was an innocent question.
She did not understand the vulgarity behind this act.
Her Ammī had explained to her,
“My sweet child, I’ve heard there is a very dangerous disease in town. If anyone has yellow colour spots in the skin that person can die. That’s why ask your uncle just to check if there are any such marks on your body. It will only take a few minutes”.
She got scared and said,
“Ok Uncle, please check my skin quickly. I hope I don’t get any such disease because I want to see Ammī’s new baby. I wonder if it will be a brother or sister for me”. Saying this she herself took off the petticoat and again got busy watching the TV allowing me full liberty to scan her entire irresistibly hot body. After that, she didn’t at all interrupt any actions of mine.
Her Ammī had engineered the events adeptly to the extent.
She knew my psychology very well.
Her body was also getting terribly hot and sweating thoroughly.
Her armpits were soaking wet in sweat.
I unleashed the bra and in a very graceful way slid the bra straps away from her shoulders.
In her typical innocent style, she helped me remove the bra from her arms, put it on the floor and got back to watching TV.
She was watching some cartoon serial on Cartoon Network channel. That could keep her involved all 24 hours because it’s her favourite channel.
Her whole upper portion was bare naked sitting ignorantly on my lap.
I was dying to see her tits from the front.
But decided to eradicate the panty as well and then feast on her 100% nudity.
Then my hands went to the front towards the Muslim Pussy.
But instead of fingering her Muslim Pussy, I expanded the elastic band of the panty wide enough for her to pass through easily and pulled the whole panty all the way down her satin legs.
Co-operatingly she stood while I was dragging the panty down and then sat back on my lap childishly.
Now that she had again settled on my lap, I took all the time surveying her neck back and buttocks closely and even kissing and licking at times.
Once again she asked why I was kissing and licking.
I told her that this was the only cure for the yellow spot disease in case it is not visible.
I assured her that I had better do it all over her body just to avoid any risk. She agreed fully with me and didn’t bother again.
A lot of all this preparation to seduce her seemed to be going well so far.
But I needed her finally to stop watching the TV and enjoy the sex.
So I told her that it is also important that the patient should not get distracted when the healer is using this technique.
The patient should concentrate fully.
She looked at me sadly and turned off the TV.
Then I requested her to let me survey her frontal parts.
Smilingly she stood upfront before me with her belly sticking in my face.
I slowly raised my head to get the first erotic view of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
They were sticking out firmly in perfectly round shape topped with the most delicate light pink nipples that had hardened with the sensations I had been giving her all this time.
I was quite shocked but came to terms with myself that a sixteen-year-old girl can’t be all that ignorant in these matters.
I simply winked at her and said,
“Hmmm, so you knew it all the time?”
I laughed and said,
“Who are the ‘they’?” I smiled.
“My Ammī, my Buās, my Kħālās, my cousins, my friends all of them.”
After that, I didn’t want to waste any more time talking, neither did she.
The latter was all in utter silence with mutual understanding.
She was lying flat on the floor with her face up, hands thrown away and legs spread wide.
I brought my face to her feet and started kissing on her soles and toes.
This was the first closest possible view I ever had of her Muslim Pussy.
It was also so delicate and tender, absolutely smooth and clean with not a single hair on it.
My finger dug hungrily into the opening of Fātimah Muħammad’s Muslim Cunt.
She never had sex before, in her life; but seemed to know all about it.
Her sexiest Ammī had already graduated her for the well-arranged occasion with me.
So she moaned greedily asking for more pushing the Muslim Pussy upwards to help my finger get in deeper.
She cried a little in pain but adjusted well to the circumstances.
She grabbed my hands and persuaded me to squeeze her fleshy Muslim boobs.
My hands got busy enjoying the soft flesh of the Muslim boobs while I brought my head up to her face, kissed, and licked her whole face like a big mushroom.
We fucked and fucked untiringly the whole day long till nightfall.
This was just the beginning.
After that, the next couple of weeks we tried out new experiments by collecting new styles from sex magazines etc.
Two months later her mother Åāýéshah Muħammad was still in the fourth month of pregnancy when it was discovered that Fātimah Muħammad is also pregnant of two months bearing my baby!
The news spread the whole town like wild fire.
Quite obviously, Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad were most ashamed of me taking advantage of their daughter but they were also worried of her future.
They knew that with such a reputation Fātimah Muħammad would never find a proper groom to marry her.
So instead of getting angry with me, Muħammad begged and asked me if I would marry her.
I saw him in a very emotionally weak position.
So I tried to explain to him that actually I was always attracted to his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad but since I never could have sex with her, I did this with Fātimah Muħammad.
Now I put a condition to Muħammad that if he wants to secure his daughter’s future by me marrying her, then he should also make Åāýéshah Muħammad have sex with me.
Muħammad got angry but thought over it.
Deep inside, he was also getting tired of Åāýéshah Muħammad, as she was getting older and secretly he was attracted to his own daughter Fātimah Muħammad’s developing sexy body.
I could not imagine that Muħammad was so rotten, so wicked.
It was beyond my imagination.
Nevertheless, he proposed to me a deal, saying that he will convince Åāýéshah Muħammad to have sex with me.
And I after marrying Fātimah Muħammad, should make Fātimah Muħammad have sex with Muħammad.
I slapped him.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad and I did it knowingly.”
I was dumb founded.
So, I was deliberately victimized by the wicked couple?
“Jeejū! Durgesh! You don’t have another alternative.” Muħammad laughed cunningly.
“What can you do to your daughter? You could not satisfy your wife even.”
“Okay. My penis is not competent, but my tongue can do wonders not even your Uncut Hindu Penis can.”
I was startled,
“You must, Jeejū! Let’s my wife Åāýéshah Muħammad, you, my daughter Fātimah Muħammad and I form a sex family. You fuck them both. I lick them both.”
We joined hands on this agreement, ultimately.
What was wrong in this proposal?
The culprit was himself suggesting the punishment for him.
I have to fuck his beautiful daughter and wife, both; forever.
I had to marry Fātimah Muħammad instantly, as she was already pregnant with my child.
Muħammad and I waited till Åāýéshah Muħammad and Fātimah Muħammad delivered their babies.
After that, Muħammad and I successfully managed to convince our wives to share partners.
Fātimah Muħammad had given birth to our first son whom we named Nabhesh.
And Åāýéshah Muħammad had born a girl they named Raħīmah.
Later Åāýéshah Muħammad gave birth to four consecutive daughters more, named Samīnah, Lubnā, Kulsoom, and Jamāl.
I fucked all my four Sālīs too.
After about twenty years of all of us enjoying total hardcore sex together, as it was arranged, none of us ever married the other but all the six Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girls gave birth to my sons in multiples and the tradition continued.
Fātimah Muħammad divorced me to make room for Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
However, practically she continued to remain my wife.
She was also a ONE MAN WOMAN as Saiyadā Fātimah PhD and Kħadeejah Muħammad were.
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6. On Hinduism
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More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
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30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Muħammad and I had grown up together.
He and his family were our very next-door neighbors.
Muħammad was 5 years older to me and had got married very early.
It was a child marriage actually.
His wife Åāýéshah Muħammad was very sexy but I always maintained a very pure and good relationship with both of them.
They had only one daughter Fātimah Muħammad who was born to Åāýéshah Muħammad when she was 16 and Muħammad was 18 then.
I was 13 then, 3 years younger than Åāýéshah Muħammad .
Yes, I compared myself to Åāýéshah Muħammad.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was my darling and I wanted to fuck her to my heart’s content.
What I did not know, neither could understand, was, that Åāýéshah Muħammad herself loved me, even more than I loved Åāýéshah Muħammad.
She herself wanted to fuck me very much.
Muħammad was unable to quench her extra ordinary lust for sex.
Yet, neither she expressed to me her hidden ambition, neither, being 13 only, I could understand what Åāýéshah Muħammad actually did want.
So, Fātimah Muħammad was only 13 years younger to me, but she always called me ‘Uncle’, because I was her father’s friend.
We all lived like one family.
I did not like Muħammad very much for his somewhat unsocial and even communal activities to some extent.
He hated Hindus very much.
It was not a great surprise why he didn’t hate me.
He was one of my numerous maternal cousins too.
His views were outrageous,
“Whenever there are Hindu Muslim riots, Muslims kill Hindus, but Hindus don’t kill us, they fuck Muslimahs.”
“What?” Åāýéshah Muħammad was surprised very much, “You mean Hindus must also kill Muslims, in return, instead of fucking us Muslimahs?”
“I know, I know.” he was furious, “You want Hindus to continue fucking you Muslimahs. You love that.”
“Nonsense!” Åāýéshah Muħammad laughed, “but I’ve seen the Muslimahs continuing their sexual relations with the Hindus who fuck them in riots, either on this pretext or that. I know them very well and I admire their bravery to revolt against this rotten social system of our days. It still provides everything to men but nothing to women. Why our sexual morals are so male oriented, my dear husband? And if so, why must not we women revolt against it for our self respect and honor?”
“I wish Durgesh fuck you in riots.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad was suddenly all sweetness,
“Why wait for riots, mere sartaj? If you love seeing that, I invite Durgesh to fuck me now and here.”
With that, she practically kissed me on my lips and grabbed my Penis, right in front of her husband.
Muħammad invited her ironically,
“Squeeze it, play with it, lick it, suck it. They all say it’s very tasty.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad laughed,
“Your sisters? Yes, I’ve heard them too.”
I was stunned and dumb founded.
Åāýéshah Muħammad did all that practically, boldly.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis, played with it boldly, licked it, and even sucked it right in front of her husband.
Muħammad was never humiliated to the extent ever before,
“Fuck him,you slut!
“Okay, as you love to see me doing with Durgesh, my dear husband. It’s my duty to obey you.”
I could not believe it was the same Åāýéshah Muħammad.
She was a very beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was a sexy shaped woman.
She was very simple, humble and helping nature.
She was very fair and looked like Bollywood movie heroine.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was a sexy structured Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady with all beauties at right places.
It is no doubt in that; she was dream girl when I was 13 only.
No, she was not aged.
She was too 16 only.
Yet married, and even the mother of an equally beautiful daughter, Fātimah Muħammad.
She always wore saree especially silk cotton sarees.
She used to cover her up and downs completely by her saree but still she will look damn sexy.
Her shape is like that.
Her size….. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! 36-30-44.
36 boobs, 44 ass.
From this itself, you can understand how huge her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is.
She always wore saree deep below her navel.
But she will not expose her deep navel to anyone and she will hide it properly by her saree.
Her breasts were very big, round and stiff.
She always wore perfectly stitched jackets and with low cut in the back.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs will stand like two proud minarets inside her blouse. Her saree will cover her breast and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass completely and tightly so that they can be looked best at any time.
As her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is 44D, she has broad hip that looks very very sexy as it broadly expanded from her lean waist.
As she wears low hip saree, the one who see her hip itself will get erected.
Allah had given Åāýéshah Muħammad the shape, and she was killing me with it.
No one will miss to see her bouncing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass whenever she walks in the street.
They became mad of her ass shake.
Muħammad was very worried about his extremely beautiful 16-year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad.
He had two more wives, Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah.
One more wife he had, Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah.
But she had already deserted him.
Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah ran away with—
Great Rājesh Rājpoot, not less than him.
Muħammad Åbdullah had snatched his hair in humiliation and frustration he suffered,
“Sālī,” Muħammad Åbdullah cried, “Why didn’t you fuck her Durgesh?”
“Me?”I was stunned, “You never asked me to.”
“If you had fucked Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah, she never needed to run away with that Muslim ass-fucker Hindu Commander of Indian Army.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah, both, laughed,
“Fuck us, Durgesh! Otherwise he’d complain you again.”
“Nonsense!”I scolded them, “Shame on you.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Muħammad Åbdullah shouted with allat top of his lungs, “They both are quite right. Fuck them. Fuck both of them, damn you!”
Åāýéshah Muħammad’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass shake could even kill me.
I’d myself commented to Muħammad Åbdullah, many times,
“Your Åāýéshah Muħammad’s ass is superb!”
“Fuck her Sālī, before she too runs away with that Hindu beast, Rājesh Rājpoot, always interested in sodomizing us Musalmān males of any recognition.”
Whenever Muħammad Åbdullah hear such comments he was very angry.
Some Hindu friends of Muħammad Åbdullah, yes, he has so many of them—
Because they were interested in his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah, NOT in Muħammad Åbdullah.
Some of them were so crazy that they even counted how many times Åāýéshah Muħammad’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass gone up and down while she walks.
They rated her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, hip and ass daily.
But always her ass will score more marks and they will tell the marks to me and laugh.
I will not tolerate these things and leave from their place immediately, scolding them.
As this happened regularly, I turned on myself to Åāýéshah Muħammad, more and more, the sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady of us.
Day by day, I became mad of her and I was willing to see her nude at least once.
I was even fucking my other Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beloveds daily, thinking as if I am fucking Åāýéshah Muħammad, not them.
She is 28 yrs of age now.
I’m 25, and was married to Saiyadā Fātimah PhD now.
For the past ten years, I fantasized about her and fucked others thinking about her round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, sexy hip and her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass mounds.
By Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā’s grace, I was the brother in law of the hot Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.
All the sixteen nudist sisters of Muħammad Åbdullah were still living nude with me.
I enjoyed every moment with her.
I always stared at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass and boobs, without her awareness.
Whenever she did kitchen works, I used to stare her left boob.
Sometimes I used to see her sharp nipple also, which is pointing through her jacket.
It will be the great sight for me.
But during those ten years, I failed to see her deep navel that was a great disappointment for me.
She was such a perfect behavioral Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, she never showed her navel to anyone.
Then how will I see her nude?
Muħammad Åbdullah always teased his wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad, especially in her hips.
He pinched her hips; whenever he gets the chance that many times, I watched it.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was enjoying that but not allowing him to tease her hips further.
Evening 6.30 it again they went to their bedroom, locked it and started fucking.
I was not able to control myself.
Purposefully, I sat near the door on the chair.
I myself didn’t know what I wanted doing it.
It was certainly an insane obsession.
But I was driven to it to such an extent that I could not control myself.
She was his wife after all.
At 7.30 itself I heard my sexy homely Åāýéshah Muħammad’s loud moaning aaaaaaaaaaaahaa aaaa mmmmmmmmmm aa sssshhhsh uffffffffffffff aaaaaaaaaa ssssssssssssh mmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa.
My Uncut Hindu Cock became hot and erected.
I enjoyed her moaning.
Eīshān! What an obsession!
I was certainly insane.
Her husband was fucking her.
It was perfectly natural.
Yet, I was furious at Muħammad Åbdullah, to the extent that I wanted to beat him for fucking his own wife.
He must have requested me to replace him.
Can one ever expect it from any husband, to request someone, to fuck his wife, instead of himself?
Yet, I was furious at Muħammad Åbdullah, why didn’t he do it.
What an insanity of mine for his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Her moaning continued for 10 to 15 minutes, and then there was a silence.
Then again, she started moaning…. Screaming with pleasure.
I thought Muħammad Åbdullah was fucking his wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad, in a nice way.
By this time, my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, called me for dinner, and then I had to go to my room for sleeping.
Next day, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Åbdullah, left to Bangalore where Muħammad Åbdullah had some work to do.
I thought me fucking my Åāýéshah Muħammad was impossible.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā helped me, ultimately.
Soon the next month, when I entered my home… I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, in the hall, sitting with my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, and talking.
It was unbelievable for me.
I was wondering what was happening here…
As I entered the hall, they both Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, not PhD then however, both, saw me and smiled at me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad…. I called her and marched towards her.
She too came towards me, held my hands and asked about my health, and studies.
Then she asked smiling,
My wife Saiyadā Fātimah laughed and kicked her,
I felt very happy seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah back.
I boldly saw her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān shapes completely, without taking my eyes off.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs became little big now.
Remaining parts were the same as they were previously.
We were talking long time.
She told that they had finished their work at Bangalore.
Now, they hadn’t to go anywhere, more.
Now, onwards, she will stay here only.
I was filled with happiness hearing this.
I thanked Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā for giving again such a wonderful opportunity to me.
I felt very happy that day.
Even my wives felt very happy having their eldest Bhāījān returned here.
Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad was also not less than my wife was, though she was not legally married to me.
She sacrificed her legal position to please my Pitr’shrī.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are looking so beautiful than earlier.”
She smiled at me and accepted the compliment.
“This saree is making you so sexy.” I added.
She smiled and left.
This time I didn’t want to miss the chance and I stared at her ass shake without fail.
But I didn’t think Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would turn ever towards me…
She turned to ask something… but I was staring at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass….
She got shocked, and with little doubt, she asked,
“Durgesh…. What are you doing…..?”
I gravely and honestly told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… your ass is extremely sexy…. So I was just staring at it…”
She didn’t expect such a comment from me…
She was stunned for a minute.
And then her eyes expanded…
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips were trying to smile for the compliment…
But she controlled herself and left without telling anything.
I was not able to control myself.
I was addicted to her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
I kept on staring at her back, hips and ass.
I kept on staring at her back, hips and ass, shamelessly, boldly.
Why shouldn’t I, yār?
I’m already fucking my countless salhajs.
Lord Vishñu fucked his salhajs Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
If it was right for him, why it isn’t right for me?
Don’t try to preach me double standards.
I hate double standards, and every one should.
At the time of dinner also, I was constantly staring at her big milk containers…
She watched this…. And hid her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs with pallu.
Thereafter she didn’t talk with me properly.
She was in confusion of my strange acts.
After dinner, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told to my Ammī Ħuzoor that her body was very hot due to travel.
Therefore, she is not feeling well and her stomach made problems.
Muħammad Åbdullah was not feeling at ease,
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was all astonishment personified,
“Muħammad, don’t act communal, please!”
“I hate Hindus.” Muħammad Åbdullah blurted out.
“No, you don’t.”Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah said furiously, “You love Durgesh more than anything, more than your own life, more than your own self pride and honor. You planned that your all the sixteen nudist real sisters must lose their Saåūdī Årab Musalmān virginity to a Hindu, Durgesh, and live nude forever, with nude Durgesh, a Hindu. And still you claim that you hate Hindus? I’m surprised, Muħammad!”
“Oh, come on, Muħammad. Maimoonah is not a minor. She needs more sex than you could provide her.”
“You all the Muslimahs need more sex than we Musalmeen can provide you?”
“I’m sorry to say, ‘YES’.” Åāýéshah replied gravely, “that’s why we welcome Hindus even disgracing us in riots. At least, we get sex to the extent we need, even if not respectfully.”
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned and horrified,
“I’m sorry to say ‘YES’, Muħammad.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No. I’m only brave enough to accept the cold and hard facts.”
“I— I can’t believe it.”Muħammad Åbdullah said incredulously.
“That’s the problem with you Musalmeen. You can’t accept even the cold and hard facts of life. That’s why your women are replacing you with Hindus in their sex life. You haven’t left another option to them. What could Maimoonah do except to run away with Rājesh Rājpoot? She needed sex more than her Musalmān husband could provide. She told you that repeatedly, but you could not satisfy her even then. Rājesh Rājpoot satisfied her—”
“That Muslim ass fucker Hindu always disgracing us Musalmeen—”
“Whoever he is, but he can quench Maimoonah’s lust for sex. Won’t you say that?”
“You had made Maimoonah so ravenous that she could not see anything except that Rājesh Rājpoot could fuck her to her heart’s content that her Musalmān husband couldn’t. She opted for her physical needs over us Musalmeen’s self respect and honor. What else could she do?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked my Ammī Ħuzoor,
“Do you have any medicine, Ammī Ħuzoor?”
Ammī Ħuzoor smiled,
“Well, Bahoo Bégum, it will be cured within two or three days, but we don’t have any immediate remedy.”
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“I have to attend the function at ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ without fail. What to do?”
I observed all these things and finally made a plan.
I have one medicine…. I told them.
My Ammī Ħuzoor looked at me and told Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah,
“See, your Hindu Nandoī have some medicines it seems. Try it.”
Ammī Ħuzoor told and left.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, with frightened eyes, looked at me.
I looked at her huge Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, if you want to go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ tomorrow, come with me.” I told her and walked into her bedroom.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked me the medicine.
I told her,
“ Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, this problem is due to heat….so we need to reduce heat from your body. For that, we have one excellent treatment… but no one is telling to others because they may take it in other way. But as you are my salhajs. I hope you will not take it in wrong way.”
I told her that without any slightest hesitation.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t understand.
And looking at me, she found that I was hesitating to tell about the medicine.
Then she took the decision and told me,
“No problem, Durgesh. I will not think anything. Tell the medicine.”
“Oil. Oil is the medicine, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I told her, “But you need to apply it in your ass. I mean, in your asshole, sorry, I didn’t want to tell you that, but you were so desperate that I thought I must at least, suggest it to you. Now, it’s your choice you use the remedy or don’t.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked hearing this.
She didn’t expect from me such type of talk… that too about her ass hole.
Her head started rotating and she was stunned.
With frightened eyes, she looked at me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am sure if you do this, your problem is solved. Otherwise, it’s your wish.”
I smiled myself, looked at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass,
“Now, if you don’t mind, I don’t think it’s fair that I stay here anymore. Please, excuse me.”
With that, I marched to my room.
After half an hour, my sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came to my bedroom, and knocked the door.
When I opened the door, seeing her, I looked at her gravely.
I knew she would come.
She came inside and slowly asked me,
“Durgesh, I heard people apply oil in the navel to reduce heat. But you are telling something else.”
She told it innocently.
I understood, my loyal Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want to show her ass hole to me.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, Applying oil in navel is common way. But it will not cure the problem immediately. If still you want that treatment, it is difficult to sleep. Because You need to hold the oil in your navel for two or three hours. And your navel should be deep to hold so much of oil. Is it….”
I slowly stared her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass with grave eyes.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was looking down.
She adjusted her saree on her ass, was standing for some time, turned towards the door and walked.
While she walked, I stared her extremely beautiful ass mounds and asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, do you need any help from me?”
She stopped her walk, turned her head and told me,
“Yes….Durgesh, please, come to my room.”
“Ok.” I said.
I was flying.
Yes, I was going to see my hot Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel today.
I laid her in the bed, and took the coconut oil bottle.
Now her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs were upwards and her ass was taking rest on the bed.
I gave her two lemons and asked her to hold it by each hand.
I requested her to keep her hands upwards so that I can see the best view of her hips and hidden navel.
She obeyed my orders.
She wore a light blue color saree with nice design works.
I saw her hip… Low….hip…
My Uncut Hindu Cock became hot and got erect.
Her hip… saree was rolling here and there over her hip because of heavy air produced by the fan.
As her saree was thin, the air lifted her saree a little from her buttocks.
My heart stopped to beat.
I saw it.
My sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s deep round navel!
As her saree was completely out of her navel, I saw the big navel of her.
I became mad.
I held my rock hard Uncut Hindu Dick over my lungi.
It was ready to fuck her.
I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. She was looking other side, with lots of shyness.
She knew, I was staring at her navel, without closing my mouth.
I never expected Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would have this much big deep navel.
We can hide an apple inside her navel.
Vow… what a great sight of Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s secret navel.
I was not able to control myself.
I wanted to squeeze it and kiss it till morning.
But I could not.
As my dream of seeing her sexy navel came true, with great pleasure I poured oil inside her navel.
As oil was getting filled in her navel…..Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in a sexy way,
She tried to shake her buttocks with this sudden attack.
But it made her saree further slide down from her buttocks.
Now her both the buttocks were open for me entirely nude.
As her mid riff was very low from her navel, her bare belly was a feast for me.
I gradually filled her navel by the oil.
By my other hand, I stretched my Uncut Hindu Dick in a fast way.
I lost my control now.
I forgot Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in front of me, with the great pleasure I removed my lungi and took my thick 9” Uncut Hindu Cock out.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect I would take my Hindu rod out…
she shouted with fear…
“Durgesh…. What are you doing…..?Durgesh…..”
“I am not able to control Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah….your thoppul is very deep…. aaaaaaaaaaaahaa…… your thoppul is round and big….ayyoaaaaaaaaaaahhhh….”
I moaned and shook my Uncut Hindu Cock front and back by great strokes.
She was watching my erect Uncut Hindu Cock and its vibrations….
She was staring my Uncut Hindu Cock without taking her eyes.
…. Finally, I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis .
Yes… I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis in front of Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…near to her lovely navel.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
After 5 minutes, I opened my eyes and saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was completely afraid of my act and she didn’t know what to do.
I realized the situation slowly and I immediately said sorry to Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah for my behavior.
“Sorry Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, after seeing your thoppul I became hot and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis. Please forgive me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I begged her.
She was still lying with oil-filled navel as per my order.
“Then why did you see my navel?” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah shouted at me and asked me to clean my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I had ejaculated.
Still my Hindu sperms were leaking from the head of it.
I was searching for the cloth to clean… then she gave her pallu to me.
I rolled her pallu over my Uncut Hindu Dick and completely cleaned.
Then I came to lungi and said her again sorry.
She asked me to go for sleep…
I told her to keep her navel in the same position for at least another one hour and with complete satisfaction, I left.***
Next day morning-
I woke up by 8.00 am… by this time, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready to go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’… she was praying in the Stavan/Salat room.
She did not want to lose her contribution.
Yes, she was married to a Musalmān.
I washed my face and casually went inside the Stavan/Salat room.
Oh, Eīshān … Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was looking gorgeous in the maroon color designer saree with sky blue border and sky blue blouse.
She was looking like an angel with jasmines in her hair.
I stared at every inch of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty.
After seeing me in the room, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Durgesh, wish me. I am going to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’”
She smiled at me.
“Before I wish you, tell me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, are you ok now…?” I questioned her.
She flaunted her sweet smile at me and told me,
“I am almost ok Durgesh. Hope I will not face any problem in my speech hours.”
I saw beautiful Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and told her let me pray for you Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
I prayed for 10 minutes…
She was watching me.
after prayer I took kunkumam from a pooja kinni my south Indian and other Brāhmañ ‘wives’ used, and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, apply this kunkumam in your navel. You will be completely cured.”
Before Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah talks anything, I suddenly removed her saree from her hip, and saw her shivering navel.
Before she stops my hand, I put kunkumam powders inside her navel.
Now half of her navel was filled with kunkumam.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this and shouted at me,
“Durgesh, what did you do? If anyone sees my navel what will they think? Take it out.”
She was very angry with me.
I cooled her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, Anyway, you are not going to show your navel to anyone. Then why are you worrying? Now Allah’s grace will be in your navel. Enjoy the speech.” I wished her and left.
After coming to my room, I became nude and I enjoyed the moment I put kunkumam inside her navel.
Thinking her navel, I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis with pleasure.
I was waiting for the evening.
That is … arrival of my sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came and everyone was asking her about the day.
She was happily explaining everything.
Everyone was happy.
But I didn’t go there and I was sitting on my room.
One hour later, I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah in my door.
“Hī, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I smiled at her.
She didn’t respond me and came inside fast.
I understood, she was angry with me because I didn’t welcome her along with others.
“Durgesh, don’t you want to ask about the day of your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah?” she asked me in angry voice.
“Sorry Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah! I am not feeling well. That is why I didn’t come there.”
Hearing this, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came close to me and asked with care,
“What did happen Durgesh?” she kept her hand on my forehead.
I felt her sexy fragrance, stared at her bulgy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs for a moment and I told her,
Hearing this she compelled me,
“Tell me Durgesh….are you ok?”
I turned other side and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. As you are my salhaj friend… I tell you… but don’t tell to anyone…”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was frightened hearing this, and asked me,
“What Durgesh… any problem….?”
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…..today I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis again thinking about your navel. I feel heavy pain in my Uncut Hindu Cock… I don’t know what to do…”
I told it to her slowly… sadly,
“The pain is simply turning into an unbearable one.”
She was not speaking for some time.
Maybe didn’t know what to tell.
Then she told,
“Durgesh, why you are squeezing your Uncut Hindu Penis such heavily thinking about my navel? I am your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. Anyway… show your Uncut Hindu Dick.”
I expected this only.
I removed my clothes and became nude.
My 9” thick Uncut Hindu Cock is now in 90 degrees.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah closed the door.
I watched her huge Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass while she locked the door.
My Uncut Hindu Dick still hardened.
She came near to me and held my Uncut Hindu Dick in her hands.
I felt very hot now because of her magical Saåūdī Årab Musalmān touch.
No, it was not the first time she touched it.
She held it, squeezed it and even pumped it somewhat almost daily, coming and going, every now and then, impishly.
Yet, I never imagined Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would hold my bare Uncut Hindu Dick at anytime, while I’m nude completely.
“Where is it paining Durgesh?” she was asking me with innocent face.
I became mad of her act and I was not able to control myself.
As my Uncut Hindu Cock became hard and hard, I loudly moaned,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah!”
Then within a fraction of a second, I inserted my thick and long Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked and dumb founded.
She didn’t expect her mouth will be flogged by my erect hot Uncut Hindu Cock, ever.
She tried to say something…
She shook her head left and right….
She was trying to take her mouth away from Uncut Hindu Cock…
But I held her head with my hand, inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside her mouth and released my hot Hindu load of cum with heavy moaning.
But I was closing my eyes and enjoying the feel….
Hardly after 20 minutes, I took my Uncut Hindu Cock, out of her mouth.
By this time, she had swallowed maximum of my Hindu cum… because she didn’t have other way…
She had to swallow it.
I fell down on my bed with pleasure.
I know Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s status was miserable now.
She stood there immensely angry and with that she shouted at me forgetting everything that others will hear it,
“You Hindu Rascal… what are you doing? You are so bad…? cheeeey….. Yā Allaaaaaaah! I had to gulp all of it.” And immediately she left the place.
The night ended with that….
From that incident… Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t speak with me properly and she took extra care in covering her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs and hip whenever I was near her.
I begged to forgive me for many days but it didn’t work.
I was happy in a corner because she didn’t tell anything to my Ammī Ħuzoor or to anyone.
It was still strictly between her and me.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā helped me again.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā wanted our ultimate sexual union.
She did not seem to have it, but human proposes, God disposes!
My Bhogyantrānk was tremendous.
After 4 days… her birthday came. Luckily, everyone left for our relative’s marriage except my hotty Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and me. Busy in marriage, no one remembered Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s birthday.
That day morning at 6.00 A.M, I knocked Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah opened the room and was shocked.
“Happy birthday Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I wished her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this because everyone forgot her birthday.
I saw the happiness on Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, as she herself forgot the day.
I gave her my gift parcel. With big smile, she collected the gift,
“Durgesh, how do you know….? You surprised me….well…..thanks Durgesh… thanks…..”she smiled.
I asked her to take bath so that we can celebrate her birthday by cake cutting.
She obeyed me, had bath, changed to my gifted saree and came to hall.
I wished her again and told her,
“You are looking so beautiful, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Thanks…” she told.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, please, forgive me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah….” I begged now.
“Hey…Durgesh….I forgot everything… cool….”she offered a big smile.
Then she cut the cake and told,
“I am very happy today.”
We became close now and we were talking about many things.
I was very close to Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and started talking freely.
She also didn’t take it serious and moved freely. I reminded her the incident.
I said sorry to her….
She offered a lovely smile and told me…
“I would have not touched your Uncut Hindu Cock…”
As she was happy on my behavior, she liked my way of teasing her.
Then I slowly started describing her excellent Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your hubby made your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs really big…” I smiled.
She looked at me and told me,
“This is not the way to talk with your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, As you are married… There is no harm to talk like this.”
And further, I asked her how many times your hubby handle your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs in a day?
She saw me with angry eyes and told me,
“You Hindu rascal…. You are really bad nowadays…”
She avoided my questions.
I compelled her to tell about her boob squeezes.
Finally, with reddish cheeks she told me,
“4 times in a day….”
I didn’t stop with this.
Neither I wanted to.
Further, I enquired about one thing…
She was shocked hearing this.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, do you have hairs in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was really shocked, and her face became red.
She stood and started moving from the room without telling anything.
I followed her and told,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am asking this for your well wish only.”
Then she stopped and told me,
“Durgesh, you are my Hindu Nandoī. How will I tell you about my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?”
I looked at her and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. I read in a survey about ladies having hairs in their Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. That is the reason I asked.”
She looked at me, came close to me and told,
“Durgesh… you are really become a bad person… how you dare ask me I have hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy or not…anyway I tell you…. I have lots of hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy… I love to keep hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy…”
She told me it with lots of shyness.
“Wow.. it’s good Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… in which shape you are maintaining your hairs…?”I asked further.
She felt utter shame of my questions and told me,
“ I don’t make it any shape…. It is growing its own…” she replied.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah … the shape of Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hair decides the joy of a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady. Let me explain about this…..”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah may felt hot of my questions and looked at me helplessly,
“What are you talking Durgesh…? I never made my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hairs in any shape. I don’t have time also.” She told and tried to avoid the conversation on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy,
“You also are growing hairs above your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh…” she smiled naughtily.
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. I love hairs surrounded my Uncut Hindu Cock and on my balls…. I told her.
I felt happy about the conversation that was going.
I felt hot and enjoyed this.
She too became horny by this conversation and she was standing with lustful eyes.
“How often you squeeze your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh? Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked me.
“Hearing this word from my sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… I felt happy and I took her to her bedroom.
I sat near her, held her waist firmly, and rubbed her lean hip.
“Twice in a day, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…if I think about you.” I told her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked hearing this…
I looked in her eyes….
“Twice….?” she opened her mouth, “But your Uncut Hindu Cock is very big Durgesh….”she slowly told with shyness.
“Really…..?” I smiled.
“Yes…Durgesh….Your Uncut Hindu Cock is too long and thick. Your wife is really a lucky Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.” She told me with shyness.
Then she asked,
“Durgesh, are we ok? is it right what we are talking now?”
I looked at her and told,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there is no harm if a Hindu Nandoī and a Musalmān Salhaj talk about their sexual desires. Many Hindus are fucking their own Musalmān Salhajs and the Musalmān Salhajs want to be banged by their Hindu Nandoīs. Their Musalmān husbands are not good at sex, you know. They are more religious than sexy.”
After hearing this, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah immediately refused,
“No Durgesh,no…it is not correct. Hindu Nandoī and Musalmān Salhaj should not have sex. I never heard this anywhere. You are wrong Durgesh, Don’t think to behave with me in that manner. I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. If anyone comes to know this, our family’s honor will be spoiled. You have touched my navel, yes. I’ve had your Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth, yes. But this is our destiny. We should not fuck, Durgesh, as I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, NOT your wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah . “But, as you’ve fascinated on me for long years, now I understand what you need from me. Tease me whatever you want, but don’t think about fuck. please, Durgesh, listen to my words.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deplored.
I liked her frank speaking.
At the same time, I knew how to make her , to beg to me herself , for fuck.
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