As promised, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was indeed naked when I entered the bedroom.
She was at that moment sitting up with her beautiful Musalmān legs crossed in front of Lubnā Salīm.
Lubnā Salīm had also slipped out of her own dress and she was too as naked as her friend was.
Lubnā Salīm had just taken a big hit from a small pipe that I guessed was filled with hashish from the thick, tarry smell permeating the bedroom.
I hated drugs, but I hadn’t any right to stop Lubnā Salīm’s bad habits that were harmful to her.
That was the reason I’d actually started to fuck Lubnā Salīm.
As far as my perusal of Lubnā Salīm was concerned, she was the victim of her husband’s extreme carelessness.
Lubnā Salīm needed a capable husband actually that could take care of her optimum.
Her parents were foolish enough to think if they provide money to their children; the children never needed anything else to have a magnificent life.
It was tremendously wrong.
Yet, Lubnā Salīm’s parents were not alone who were tremendously mistaken in the matter.
In fact, most of the parents today were doing the same mistake knowingly or unknowingly.
They thought money is everything their children needed.
Yes, money was very important for everyone, but not everything.
The more important thing than money even is an optimum system of life that can guide a person how to use money in a manner not to be harmful ultimately for himself/herself.
It is more important than money because if it isn’t there, the money/other resources/assets could be more harmful to a person than if they aren’t there.
As I watched, the perky redhead leaned forward, put her lips fully on the lovely blonde’s lips and exhaled, blowing the pungent smoke deep into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s lungs as the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife inhaled the offering.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stifled a cough, smiled at me, while Lubnā Salīm lit a match and applied the flame once again to the small pipe.
She inhaled deeply.
Once again, she leaned forward and repeated the smoke transfer by putting her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to her friend’s lips and exhaling.
This time, the exchange transitioned into a passionate tongue kiss initiated by the redhead.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd responded to the overture, kissing Lubnā Salīm back passionately, grinding their lips together, while the redhead reached forward and caressed the sides of the blonde’s big Musalmān breasts.
As the kiss lengthened and deepened, Lubnā Salīm ran her fingertips lightly over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s already hardened nipples and the blonde leaned back to give her friend easier access.
Lubnā Salīm didn’t hesitate.
She was never trained properly how to save herself from such harmful things.
Neither her parents did it properly, nor her ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmān husband.
That was why not only Lubnā Salīm needed me immensely, but even Al Nādirah Al Waħīd too.
Only I was interested in saving both of them from themselves, from their ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands and even from their immensely stupid parents too.
Pseudo Musalmīn criticize me for it?
It’s better to save someone’s life even if the stupids and unsocial elements criticize you.
Let them criticize me and go to hell.
Isn’t saving a human life more beautiful?
She lowered her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s nipples and began to lick them with the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue, and then gently take first one and then the other between her teeth, nipping them lightly while she flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue rapidly over the tips.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned slightly, leaning back still further ’till she was holding herself upright on her elbows.
At the same time, she uncrossed her beautiful Musalmān legs and spread them wider on either side of the aggressing redhead.
Lubnā Salīm shifted to her knees so that she could run her hands down the blonde’s hips and across her taut belly, which twitched at the fingertip caress.
As I watched, Lubnā Salīm began nipping the blonde’s nipples and neck lightly while her right hand slipped lower and began to gently rub between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s legs.
At this, the blonde moaned a bit louder and I could hear a wet, liquid squelching as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot responded to the gentle assault.
Lubnā Salīm wasted no time in sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue lower, across her friend’s belly, until she had pressed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s outer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while at the same time cupping the blonde’s firm Musalmān butt in either hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, still reclining on her elbows, dropped her head back and hissed, “Yesssssssss, Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yessss!” as Lubnā Salīm’s mouth and tongue pressed home the attack while her friend moaned and gasped.
I furiously slipped out of my clothes as Lubnā Salīm continued to tongue fuck Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
I could see that the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was watching me from her half-open eyes, which widened in surprise when I slipped off my boxers and gave Al Nādirah Al Waħīd her first look at my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock that dangled between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm was tonguing Al Nādirah Al Waħīd aggressively now, bringing her friend to the edge of orgasm and backing off to make her slide back down the peak without reaching climax.
After she had done this several times and the blonde was moaning and grinding her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in eager frustration, Lubnā Salīm abruptly slid forward, straddling Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and lowering her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to her friend’s waiting mouth and lips, pressing down as she did so.
I slid onto the bed, taking Lubnā Salīm’s place between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s now sopping Musalmān thighs, and slid my long Uncut Hindu Lund deeply into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I could hear muffled grunts and gasps as I expertly brought the young blonde back to the edge of orgasm, then let her slide back down without achieving climax, teasing her just as Lubnā Salīm had done.
Meanwhile, I could hear squelching noises from between the redhead’s legs are her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juices started soaking the blonde’s lips and face.
Lubnā Salīm suddenly put her hands around the back of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and pressed the blonde’s face to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she ground her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks down and humped across her friend’s open mouth and lips, now slick with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice.
She moaned loudly and grunted as she jerked her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks back and forth harder and harder.
“Mmmmm, so good, so good,” she exclaimed. “Gonna fucking cum on your face. Fuck my hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, you little bitch! Suck all that hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice down your throat!”
With a series of guttural cries and grunts, the Musalmān redhead used her friend’s face as a fuck toy and finally collapsed forward, her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks shaking and spasming from the intensity of the orgasm.
Then she groaned loudly and rolled to her side.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s entire face was glistening and slick with Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot secretions, and she lay dazed by the intensity of her experience.
Lubnā Salīm stretched and smiled at her friend.
“I cannot believe you’ve never eaten Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot before, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. If not, you’re the most natural bottom I’ve ever fucked. If you ever want to go lesbian, I know a couple of dyke tops that would kill just to have you for themselves,” she said.
At that, she looked at me, then back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Well, baby, I think it’s time you turn Åbdul Ħamīd into a cuckold to Hindu bull dick. Are you ready for the main event?”
The blonde nodded, weakly.
Lubnā Salīm smiled.
“I’m going to get your cucky boy. I’ll be right back,” she said, and, still naked, padded out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
While Lubnā Salīm went to fetch me, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached for the small pipe and fired it up again, taking first one and then a second deep hit.
“Dunno what this is, but it sure makes me feel really good,” the blonde said, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes now reddened and her pupils dilated.
I stood at the end of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd sat of the bed, with my Uncut Hindu Lund dangling just in front of her face.
She leaned forward and tentatively flicked the tip of the wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock, then licked the head.
Finally, she opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth as wide as she could and worked her lips around the glans, letting her saliva moisten the big head as best she could.
She pushed the Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, then swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over the head.
As I slowly started to become erect, she gently held the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and ran her open Musalmān mouth and tongue up and down each side, trying her best to get the whole thing wet with saliva.
It was slow going at first, but as she worked up and down the shaft and then popped the head back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, she gradually succeeded in lubricating me.
Then she took the big Hindu shaft in both hands and started stroking me while she bobbed her head up and down on the bulging Hindu head.
She was aided by the fact that I starting leaking clear pre-cum fluid, which when mingled with her saliva provided an increasing effective lubricant. It was still a struggle.
I was pretty big, but she knew that she could close her fingers around my Hindu shaft when I was fully erect.
I was still stiffening and getting thicker as my Uncut Hindu Cock engorged with blood, and she could no longer close her fingers around the monstrous Hindu shaft until they touched.
She also discovered that she could put one hand down around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other right on top of it and still have some of the shaft and my Uncut Hindu Cockhead extend above the top hand.
I filled her hands but was completely covered when fully erect.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was mesmerized by the incredible Uncut Hindu Cock she was sucking.
As she worked it, she relaxed her jaws and throat subconsciously, allowing me to slide one inch after another into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and gently down her throat.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd found that by breathing through her nose and not forcing me too abruptly, she was having an easier time of swallowing the Hindu dick.
She had perhaps 7 inches of the thick Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat when the bedroom door opened and Lubnā Salīm, Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq entered.
Åbdul Ħamīd was stunned at the sight that greeted him.
There was his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blonde newlywed sitting naked on the edge of the bed with her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes closed and her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth engulfing the biggest, Hindu Uncut Hindu Cock Åbdul Ħamīd had ever seen.
I stood with one leg on the bed, every inch the specimen of former college football player I had once been, ripped from head to toe and rippling with muscle.
I smirked at Åbdul Ħamīd and eased another inch of my massive Uncut Hindu Cock into Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s mouth.
From the “mmmmmm” noises she was making in the back of her throat, it appeared as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was enjoying herself very much, tremendously.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the fUCK is going on here?” Åbdul Ħamīd said loudly, when he had recovered from his initial shock. “I didn’t tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd it was okay to do this!”
Lubnā Salīm’s eyes blazed.
“What the hell does it look like, idiot?” she retorted. “Your pretty blonde Musalmān bride is trying her best to swallow the hindu monster Uncut Hindu Cock that’s about to stretch her hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and the only one who is going to tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd what to do is the Hindu bull who’s going to own both of you. Welcome to the world of big Hindu bulls and hot Musalmān wives, cucky boy. Now shut the hell up, sit the hell down, and watch Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot get totally owned by her new Hindu master. If you’re polite, I might let you suck Durgesh’s Hindu cum load out of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s cunt when he’s done fucking her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd opened his mouth to protest, but instead held his peace and sat down in stunned silence on the club chair near the foot of the bed.
He was too furious to protest even, now.
Åbdul Ħamīd watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife sucking me greedily ravenously, scornfully.
Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq sat side by side on a nearby loveseat.
With a start, Åbdul Ħamīd realized that Muħammad Ashfāq had removed his clothes, and Lubnā Salīm was slowly stroking her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s stiffening cut Musalmān nūnī while they watched Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and me.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s head was spinning.
Not only was his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife going to fuck a huge hung Hindu man in front of Åbdul Ħamīd, but also she was doing it in front of another Musalmān couple.
Another cuckold Musalmān couple, in fact.
Worse, Lubnā Salīm was clearly enjoying Åbdul Ħamīd’s humiliation and seemed to be leading his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife down into depravity.
It was almost as though she was the instigator rather than simply a facilitator.
Åbdul Ħamīd wondered if I was using the Musalmān redhead to recruit and seduce other Musalmān wives.
Muħammad Ashfāq, meanwhile, was lost in thoughts of my own.
When we’d first discussed the idea of leading other young newbie Musalmān couples into the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband community, he’d finally appreciated what a devious and nasty hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife Lubnā Salīm had become.
He had to admit that watching Åbdul Ħamīd and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd getting turned out was proving to be a huge turn on.
The twisted little surprise they’d cooked up for the end of the evening got him hard as a rock just thinking about it.
He had appreciated Lubnā Salīm’s inventiveness when she’d outlined her idea the night before, and had readily agreed to the proposal.
Now it was just a matter of the bull’s consummation of the cute blonde teaching assistant, who at that moment was struggling to get still more of my huge Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān throat.
As if in answer to his thought, Lubnā Salīm called out to him.
“Time to stretch out that sweet blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and ruin it for her Psuedo Musalmān husband,” she said.
I slowly drew my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s mouth.
The young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān blonde took a deep breath and smiled up at me.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“Ask me,” I smiled teasingly.
“Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said to me in a whisper. “Please fuck me now, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
“Tell your ever aggressive Musalmān husband too to ask me,” I smiled more teasingly now.*
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and looked right into his eyes.
“Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to ask Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, to fuck me too with his Uncut Hindu Lund and fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of his ever creative wonderful Hindu cum.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw dropped and he sputtered.
“Just do it, Durgesh,” he finally croaked out loud.
“No, honey, you need to ask Durgesh politely to do exactly what I said,” his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife told him.
Åbdul Ħamīd flushed bright red.
H2 struggled for the words.
“Please,” Åbdul Ħamīd started, “please, Durgesh, fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bride with your huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and please fill her up with your wonderful Hindu sperm.”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd got on her hands and knees with her tight Musalmān ass pointed at my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I took lined up with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to mount her, she looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Wait,” she said, and turned to her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to come here, take Durgesh’s unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in your hand and put yourself him in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I want you to give my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to Durgesh yourself. No argument now whatsoever. Do it now,” she instructed Åbdul Ħamīd rather curtly.
Åbdul Ħamīd stood and walked over to the bed as a zombie called up from the grave.
He reached down, gingerly took my massive Uncut Hindu Lund in one hand, spread his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s wet labia open, and pushed slipping my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lundhead into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As if in a trance, Åbdul Ħamīd heard himself speaking.
“Please claim my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fill her with your wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund and Hindu cum.”
Then extremely exhausted, Åbdul Ħamīd went back and sat down in the chair.
I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock forward slowly into the pretty Musalmān blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
The first few inches went easily enough, but then I ran into some resistance.
I slowly drew back out and reentered, allowing my Uncut Hindu Cock to become better lubricated with Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s juices and giving her time to relax to accommodate my Hindu length and particularly my Hindu girth.
I repeated the slow out and back in maneuver several times before I felt the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot relax a bit to allow me to enter deeper.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached between her beautiful Musalmān legs and slowly rubbed her Musalmān clitoris with her right hand, increasing her arousal in the process, pushing back against the invading Uncut Hindu Cock as she did so.
Slowly, bit by bit, the huge Hindu King Cobra worked its way deeper and deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, which was stretching more and more as I fucked in and out of her.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd felt an electric tingle starting at the base of her spine and spreading from her Musalmān clitoris to her brain.
She started panting and moaning as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, so full, so big,” she moaned. “Allaaaaaah! Oh my God, I’ve never been so full of Uncut Hindu Cock in my life, it’s incredible! I, I, I, oh hell, yes I’m cumming,” she shrieked as wave after wave of orgasm rolled up and down her spine and her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt squeezed my huge Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly, she felt something give inside her and I slid the entire length of my Hindu erection into her until my big Hindu balls slapped her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh good lord,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gasped and turned to look at her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, you’ve never ever been this deep inside me, and you’ve never stretched my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot walls like this,” she said, her voice thick with her ravenous Musalmān lust. “Durgesh is just amazing, incredible!”
Åbdul Ħamīd simply stared at his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, too stunned by what he was witnessing to say anything in response.
I gave the mn blonde barely a moment to recover from her orgasm before I started to fuck in and out of her again, taking advantage of her now much looser, yet still tight, beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
I kept up a steady rhythm, slowly drawing all but the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock out and then smoothly sliding it back in as deep as it could go.
The pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife fucked me back with abandon, and it was not long before I was rewarded with her groans and screams as her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot again squeezed me as she climaxed.
This time, I did not pause at all but simply kept right on fucking Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, pumping in and out a bit faster.
I turned to Lubnā Salīm and motioned to the redhead.
Lubnā Salīm quickly crossed the room and lay down on the bed with her head near me.
The Hindu athlete took Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s arms and pulled her up against me, allowing Lubnā Salīm to slip underneath so her face was even with the blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, now engorged with my thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
I lowered Al Nādirah Al Waħīd back down and gently pressed her head towards Lubnā Salīm’s tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Not needing more encouragement, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd eagerly started licking the redhead’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while Lubnā Salīm’s tongue darted between her own lips and flicked over her Musalmān clitoris.
I resumed pistoning in and out of the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s rapidly loosening her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt while Al Nādirah Al Waħīd started grunting rhythmically as I bottomed out deep inside her.
For what seemed like an eternity the three ashvinātam lovers remained locked in our embrace, the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women licking and sucking each other’s Musalmān pussies while I drove in and out of the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s sopping tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s moans, muffled by the fact that her face was buried in Lubnā Salīm’s Musalmān crotch, were nearly continuous.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reared her head back and started a keening wail as she climaxed again.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, I’m cumming so hard. I’ve never cum so hard in my life, oh, oh, oh, Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, your huge Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing!” she cried out.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Fuck my married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. Fuck it ’til I can’t walk and then fill my muqaddas Musalmān womb with your hot Hindu seed,”
The slender Musalmān blonde wailed, and then lowered her face back down below until she was licking Lubnā Salīm’s wetness again.
I picked up my pace, holding onto Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s heavy beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks while I drove myself in and out of her, pounding her as hard as I could.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s arrogance had ignited something primitive in me, and I wanted to take Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband down a few notches by fucking the pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife into complete submission and making it completely clear to her Pseudo Musalmān husband that Åbdul Ħamīd would never again be her only bed partner.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was moaning and grunting continuously and incoherently as her Hindu lover pounded myself into her.
She no longer cared about anything except my sexual satisfaction, giving herself and her extremely beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body totally over to my Hindu lust and her own Musalmān pleasure.
After this, she knew she would never again be fully satisfied with her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī, no matter how hard Åbdul Ħamīd might try to please her.
The thought stoked her arousal still further, and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized she was beginning to climax yet again, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot once again clamping hard against my invading Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt the tell-tale constricting of the blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was starting to orgasm.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock, it seemed to pull me in even deeper, and at last, I felt my own climax beginning to build.
By now, I was pounding my partner relentlessly as she pushed back against me and started to squirm and shake, driving myself toward my own satiation.
A guttural grunt escaped me, followed by another as I began to reach the point of no return.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could tell that I was reaching orgasm, and the realization triggered her own release.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot started rhythmically milking my huge Uncut Hindu Lund buried so deeply inside her, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned louder and louder, finally giving voice to her own pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Durgesh, baby, fuck my hot tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, my hot married tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Give me your Hindu cum, fill me up right now, it’s incredible!”
Then Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was screaming incoherently as she felt me pour stream after stream of my hot Hindu cum into her open Musalmān womb.
My orgasm seemed to go on and on, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled to overflowing as my Hindu cum started leaking out of her and running down her smooth Musalmān thighs.
At last, I stopped thrusting into her and slowly withdrew my still-turgid Uncut Hindu Cock from Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, leaving it gaping open attractively as my Hindu seed pooled down towards her opening.
Lubnā Salīm raised her head up and fastened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over the blonde’s outer lips, licking and sucking my Hindu cum that ran out.
At the same time, I moved to the opposite end, lowering my cum- and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice-covered Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head.
The blonde opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund into it, swallowing the Hindu sperm that coated me until she had licked me clean.
Finished, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized that Lubnā Salīm was no longer doing the same to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and she rolled gratefully onto her back.
A moment later, Lubnā Salīm leaned over and kissed Al Nādirah Al Waħīd full on the lips.
As their tongues met, Lubnā Salīm opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and released the large load of My Hindu cum that she had sucked out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while the young blonde licked and swallowed what ran into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Exhausted, soaked in sweat, and dripping with cum and my Hindu semen, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd put her head back down on the bed.
“We’re not done, yet, you little Musalmān slut,” Lubnā Salīm smiled. Durgesh needs to use my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot too so I can get off, too.”
Before Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could respond, I was between Lubnā Salīm’s beautiful Musalmān legs and had buried my hard Uncut Hindu Cock in a single thrust as I started to vigorously fuck Lubnā Salīm.
Åbdul Waħīd was too shell-shocked to object and was startled to see his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife wrap her beautiful Musalmān legs around me and start fucking me back.
Åbdul Waħīd was even more startled when Lubnā Salīm moaned a few minutes later and began to climax on the much bigger Uncut Hindu Cock as I buried myself deeply in her and shot my own Hindu semen into her Musalmān womb.
Åbdul Ħamīd was astounded.
Not only had he watched his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, get the fucking of her life from a Hindu man, but now he had been even more humiliated as Åbdul Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Lubnā Salīm, had too cum hard on the Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
They both had let me dump my Hindu cum into their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As Åbdul Ħamīd watched, Lubnā Salīm grabbed a handful of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s short blonde hair and lifted her head off the bed.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was so fucked out she could barely keep her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes open.
“Well, you slut, tell your Pseudo Musalmān husband if you enjoyed cuckolding him with a huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
“Oh baby, Åbdul Ħamīd,” the Musalmān blonde, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, sighed, “I loved it. You’ve never ever fucked me as Durgesh did. I hope you enjoyed watching the show, because there’s going to be a lot more big Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from now on.” She paused. “Oh, yeah, one other thing. I think I liked cucking you with Muħammad Ashfāq too. I can have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, too. Now get over here and suck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clean.”
Åbdul Ħamīd didn’t say a word, but knelt at the end of the bed and started eating his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s gaping and cum coated tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
It had been quite a night.
Wasn’t it really?
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I drank my morning coffee while sitting in the comfortable club chair in my living room.
I had an unobstructed view of the city, but I wasn’t focused on the scenery.
Instead, I was worried about my recent entry into a world of young white Musalmān wives and their cuckold Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.
I’d been seeing Lubnā Salīm, the tiny redheaded Musalmān extrovert, for nearly a month.
At first, we had only been intimate when Lubnā Salīm’s husband Muħammad Ashfāq was present and therefore able to watch.
Lately, however, Lubnā Salīm had started seeing me alone.
She’d assured me that Muħammad Ashfāq actually enjoyed waiting for her to return and fill him in on the details of her dalliances with me.
I had been extraordinary cautious at first, but Muħammad Ashfāq had personally confirmed that he was entirely comfortable waiting as well as watching, and I had been only too happy to oblige.
The truth was, I was really enjoying Lubnā Salīm’s near-obsession with my big Uncut Hindu Lund.
The fact that she was getting kinkier by the week didn’t hurt at all, either.
The last time we’d fucked in front of Muħammad Ashfāq, Lubnā Salīm had insisted that her husband lie on his back while she straddled his face and I drove into her from behind.
Muħammad Ashfāq had obligingly spread his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open so that I could easily ram my Uncut Hindu Cock into her, and then begun licking her Musalmān clitoris.
When I had finally pumped Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of cum, she’d lowered herself down on Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and climaxed one last time while her Pseudo Musalmān husband licked and sucked her clean.
We’d been in a post-coital haze when Lubnā Salīm spoke up.
“I almost feel guilty keeping your incredible Uncut Hindu Cock to myself.”
I chuckled, but Lubnā Salīm persisted.
“Seriously, Muħammad Ashfāq and I know at least three other Musalmān couples we could pretty well guarantee would love to go Hindu. They are young marrieds like us. One couple just got back from their honeymoon last week. If you’re interested, we could make introductions.”
I smiled affably.
“Tell me more about the newlyweds,” I said.
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Thought that might get your attention. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s only 21 and just started as a teaching assistant at my University. Åbdul Ħamīd ― her husband ― is older, around 30 I think. He manages an electronics store.”
“And what makes you think they’d be interested?” I smiled, meaningfully.
“We went out for drinks the other night and I got a little talkative about what Muħammad Ashfāq and I were into,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was very curious ― she asked a lot of questions, so many in fact, that I started teasing her about wanting to try some Uncut Hindu Lund herself. She got very flustered and didn’t exactly deny it, so I flat out asked her if she was interested. She said she was, but wasn’t sure how Åbdul Ħamīd would react.”
“So you don’t really know?” I asked, smiling, teasing her actually.
Lubnā Salīm frowned.
“I didn’t say that, did I? I told her if she was serious to talk to Åbdul Ħamīd and see what he had to say,” she explained. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd pulled me aside at our lunch break today and told me Åbdul Ħamīd was willing to meet you. We’re coming over for drinks tomorrow evening.”
“How likely is this?” I asked.
Lubnā Salīm paused for a minute.
“That’s a really tough question to answer. To be completely honest, Åbdul Ħamīd’s kind of an arrogant ass. He thinks he’s Allah’s gift to Musalmān women. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd tells me that he’s quite well hung and absolutely convinced that she would never, ever, consider another man after him. He’s so confident that he gets her to dress provocatively and takes her to a local club frequented by Hindu men. He sits at the bar and makes her flirt and dance with the Hindu customers even, but she never delivers anything. Åbdul Ħamīd likes showing that he controls her and the Hindu guys can look but not have her. Then he takes her home and fucks her.”
I was cautious.
I had to.
My Uncut Hindu Lund belonged to my infinite Musalmān Live In Relationship Partners actually.
Their happiness and life of their children even was dependent on me.
I didn’t have any right to risk their happiness and life of their children even.
“Sounds like a weird dynamic. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd likes it?”
“She likes flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, but she hates feeling like a pawn in Åbdul Ħamīd’s dominance games,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Åbdul Ħamīd will try to pull the same crap with you, no doubt, but Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wants to teach the bastard, Åbdul Ħamīd, a lesson. Or should I say, to have you teach Åbdul Ħamīd a lesson Åbdul Ħamīd won’t ever forget.”
“How should I play this, then?” I asked, testing herself actually.
“Åbdul Ħamīd will have her tease you, but this time Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not going to leave when he tells her to,” Lubnā Salīm explained. “You need to control the dynamic, take charge, and fuck the hell out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. She’ll take care of cutting Åbdul Ħamīd down to size.” Lubnā Salīm paused. “I should tell you that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd thinks she’ll run the show. You need to dominate her too and make it clear that she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut and they’re both your cuck couple.”
I found myself drinking my coffee and thinking on my own increasing involvement in the interfaith cuckolding lifestyle.
I hadn’t originally wanted to reinforce Musalmān couples’ fantasies about Hindu bedroom dominance and Uncut Hindu Lund “superiority.”
Yet this was clearly where Musalmān couples were coming from and, I had to admit, lately I’d found the power dynamics increasingly arousing.
Taking control of a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife like Lubnā Salīm and giving her the fucking of her life while her Pseudo Musalmān husband watched was like Viagra, and the more I did it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the deeper into dominance I found myself descending. In addition, with Lubnā Salīm’s suggestions about Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd, it seemed like I was about to explore the scenario even more.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd were already at Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq’s condo when I arrived.
I ignored the new couple momentarily, nodded to Muħammad Ashfāq, and, walking up to the petite redhead, gave Lubnā Salīm a long tongue kiss, running my right hand down her gorgeous magnificent Musalmān back and squeezing her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Lubnā Salīm made a little humming noise in her throat and melted against me.
I knew the newlyweds were watching my display of open dominance closely.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get me a bourbon and branch for your lovely wife, will you?” I made it sound like an instruction to a waiter rather than a request.
Muħammad Ashfāq headed to the kitchen to get the drink, while Lubnā Salīm made the introductions.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was a willowy blonde.
Like Lubnā Salīm, her hair was cut quite short, which called attention to her enormous blue eyes.
The effect was stunning.
She was perhaps 5 feet 7 inches tall, and radiated good health.
As I had anticipated, her Pseudo Musalmān husband had dressed her for display.
She was wearing a light and semi-opaque sun dress that tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back bare and showing clearly that she was not wearing a bra.
Her big Musalmān breasts were outlined clearly against the fabric.
The dress ended two inches above her knees, showing off her long, firm legs to advantage.
She smiled radiantly when I took her hand in mine, holding it far longer than necessary as I deliberately made a show of looking at Al Nādirah Al Waħīd from head to toe.
Only then did I release her hand and turn to her Pseudo Musalmān husband, acknowledging him with a slight tip of my head and ignoring Åbdul Ħamīd’s proffered handshake.
Muħammad Ashfāq returned with the drink, which I took without acknowledgement, and then turned my full attention back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Tell me about yourself, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd,” I said, smiling at the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bride, offering my hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd took my hand in hers and I led her away from her Pseudo Musalmān husband toward the balcony.
“What brings you to me?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled back.
“Lubnā Salīm’s been singing your praises,” she said. “I guess I’ve always found Hindu men attractive, but have never had an opportunity to act on it. Åbdul Ħamīd and I met while I was a sophomore, started dating, got engaged and got married, so I’ve never been in a position where I felt I could date Hindu men.”
I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes until she blushed and broke the contact.
“So you’re a newlywed and a Uncut Hindu Lund virgin and you already want to cuckold your new Pseudo Musalmān husband with a Hindu man? That’s jumping in the deep end of the pool,” I said. “Is Åbdul Ħamīd failing to satisfy you?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd blushed again.
“He’s . . . fine.”
“But?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to explain it,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said. “Åbdul Ħamīd’s focused on himself. It never occurs to him that he could be a better lover, or that I might have other interests. Moreover, it really upsets me that he makes me play the Uncut Hindu Cock-tease with Hindu guys for his amusement. I guess you could say that I want to just shock the hell out of Åbdul Ħamīd and show him that he doesn’t own me, if that makes sense, and that he’s not the be-all to end-all lover that he’s convinced he is.”
“Do you get turned on when Åbdul Ħamīd has you Uncut Hindu Cock-tease?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“I like dancing and flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, that’s for sure, but it never amounts to anything. As soon as they start trying to feel me up, Åbdul Ħamīd cuts it off and we go home. It’s frustrating to get turned on and then have to stop.”
“I know I can help you with that problem.”
Then I leaned in and kissed the lovely young Musalmān blonde full on the lips, putting one hand on her waist and pulling her toward me.
The action was so smooth that it caught Al Nādirah Al Waħīd by surprise, and I felt her stiffen momentarily, but then relax, Her lips parted and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue darted between them and into my mouth as she pressed against me.
I felt her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her dress, and slid my hand down to caress her excellent Musalmān butt, squeezing her as I did so, and pushing her groin forward until it pressed against my Hindu crotch.
I held the kiss and felt her respond more passionately, finally breaking it off and leaving her gasping as I ran my hand down the front of her dress and over her now hard nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and crossed the room back to the kitchen, knowing full well that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Pseudo Musalmān husband had witnessed the entire event.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stood, stunned by the suddenness of the development.
I approached Lubnā Salīm as the petite redhead smiled a welcome. “That was pretty impressive,” she said. “Looks like she’s practically putty in your ever competent Hindu hands.”
“Maybe,” I replied, “but I need you to help get her ready and relaxed. That is, if you can think of a way to help out.”
Lubnā Salīm gave me a wicked grin. “I have just what she needs.” She bounced across the living room, put her head close to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s and whispered something in the Musalmān blonde’s ear.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded and the two young Musalmān wives headed down the hall to the master bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them when they reached their destination.
I turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq, acknowledging Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband directly for the first time that evening.
At thirty, Åbdul Ħamīd was in decent shape, perhaps 6 feet tall and trim, with close-cropped black hair, brown eyes, and decent muscle tone.
I surmised that Åbdul Ħamīd worked out enough to stave off the pudginess that often came with middle-management responsibilities.
Despite the air of confidence that Åbdul Ħamīd tried to project, I sensed that the man was uncertain and a bit uncomfortable about what he had just seen transpire.
“So, Åbdul Ħamīd, are you ready to join the ranks of Musalmān cuckolds?” I asked casually, almost as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband and I were talking about the latest standings in the NFL.
Åbdul Ħamīd nearly choked on his drink. “I, uh, well I don’t know that anything like that’s going to happen right now,” he spluttered. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wanted to just meet you, and I agreed to let her.”
“Oh, I think she’s ready to do way more than just meet me, judging from the way she just stuck her sweet little tongue halfway down my throat in the living room. I’d say she’s already made up her mind that the two of you aren’t leaving until she’s had a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot-full of big Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Åbdul Ħamīd scowled.
“I think you’ve got it all wrong. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not doing anything until and unless I tell her that I want her to do it.”
I gave Åbdul Ħamīd a long look.
“I don’t think so, my friend. The first lesson to be learned is that cuck Musalmān husbands don’t make the rules anymore. You’re here to help Al Nādirah Al Waħīd get what she really wants, which is to have you watch her fuck me. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be the most intense sexual experience of your life.”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded vigorously. “My right, Åbdul Ħamīd. It really is the most amazing thing you’ll ever see.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw clenched and he closed my hands into fists.
“I think this evening’s over. Muħammad Ashfāq, where’s Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gone to? It’s time for us to leave,” I said.
I smiled at the attempted assertiveness Åbdul Ħamīd was putting on display.
I drew myself up to my full height and leaned forward into the Pseudo Musalmān husband’s personal space, forcing Åbdul Ħamīd to look up at me.
“The only place you’re going is where I tell you to sit while you watch your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife get the kind of fucking she wants but you could never give her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd blanched and took a step back.
At that moment, Lubnā Salīm bounced into the kitchen.
“My goodness, boys, the testosterone is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” she said merrily. “Maybe you should just all put your dicks on the table and see who the real man is. On second thought, never mind. We all know who’d win that contest pretty easily.”
Åbdul Ħamīd shrugged. “I was telling Muħammad Ashfāq and Durgesh that we were just leaving.”
“Oh really?” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Might want to talk to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd about that. When I left the bedroom, she was lying on the bed stark naked. She sent me to tell Durgesh she was waiting for him.” With that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān redhead turned and walked back down the hallway to the bedroom.
I couldn’t help smirking at Åbdul Ħamīd.
“You two Pseudo Musalmīn cucks wait here,” I said, and followed Lubnā Salīm.*
It was the same bed I’d gained comfort from when I was here before.
Yet, now it was also something more.
It dawned on me that my thoughts described Al Furqān Al Firdaus as well.
She was the same Al Furqān Al Firdaus I knew and loved, but now she was something more.
“Hey Durgesh,” Ħabībah said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I groaned as I sat up. “This couch sucks! I’m exhausted.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your Bahoo Bégum’s room?” her boyfriend Vijay Vikram Pratāp asked.
“That was the plan,” I sighed. “Until Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home early.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum’s home?” Ħabībah asked, no longer smiling.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stood and stretched.
“Damn it!” Vijay Vikram Pratāp cried. “She hates me as it is, and this isn’t going to help!”
I fought off a smile.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t hate Vijay Vikram Pratāp.
She didn’t hate anyone, but then again he wasn’t her favorite person.
Mine either for that matter.
“Does she know about the party?” he asked.
“Of course she does,” Ħabībah said, answering for me. “She’s Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister. “I told her it was all Vijay Vikram Pratāp’s idea. You should be okay.” I then turned to Vijay Vikram Pratāp and added, “Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning.”
“What?” he asked nervously.
“Relax,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister sighed. “Durgesh is just joking.”
“Very funny man!” he said angrily.
“Vijay Vikram Pratāp, I think you’d better be going,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s an early riser and I don’t think you want to be here when she gets up.”
“I’m gone,” he said, giving Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, a quick kiss and making for the door.
Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music?
“Think we should wake up Shaguftah Jamīl and Ashok?” Ħabībah asked.
“Probably,” I answered, forgetting about Vijay Vikram Pratāp for the Moment. “It will give them a chance to prepare.”
“As you can prepare for one of Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s lectures,” Ħabībah sighed, but then added, “On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There’s no reason for everyone to have to face the music.”
“I’ll wake them,” I said.
I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head.
I was also exhausted.
Had it happened?
Did I really sleep with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)?
Moreover, what did it mean for us today?
The last question was the one that concerned me the most.
I had no idea how to react, but I figured I’d work through it eventually.
On the other hand, I was seriously worried about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
I was cautious that there was a good chance she wouldn’t handle it at all.
And then what?
I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before, out of my head, for the Moment.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, and her boyfriend Shankar were asleep in the bed.
She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles.
Shaguftah Jamīl took after her Ammī’s side.
Shankar wasn’t much taller with blond hair and a wrestler’s built.
They made a nice couple.
They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.
“Wake up you two!” I said, shaking the bed.
Shankar didn’t budge, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, opened her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Lillah, For God’s sake, why?” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s home,” I replied.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus? Oh no!” Shaguftah Jamīl cried, and then started shaking Shankar.
I left the room and moved on to my bedroom.
I pulled my shirt off as I went.
I needed something to get me going.
A shower was just the thing.
I’d grab some clothes while I woke Ashok and his Musalmān girl up.
Maybe it would help.
I threw open the door to find Sabīħah Åbbās riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, on my bed.
The room smelled of sex.
Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me and smiled.
I shook my head.
She didn’t even pause in what she was doing.
“You two better hurry,” I said. “Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus is home and she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“Damn!” Ashok cried and pushed his Musalmān girl off him.
Sabīħah Åbbās clearly wanted to finish.
I shook my head and went to my dresser.
Ashok’s hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built.
Sabīħah Åbbās‘s hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it.
You wouldn’t know it based on the way she dressed, but her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body was amazing.
I’d gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
It was Friday.
I loved Fridays.
Fridays were the days when most of Musalmān houseladies who couldn’t let me fuck them in the knowledge of their mankind, successfully used to manage it as their mankind attended Assalāt-e-Jumå’.
It was the best time for them to let me fuck them freely to our heart’s confent.
I had the house to myself.
It was about the only time.
My friend Åbdul Ħamīd’s sister’s bed spread was some kind of fabric that was very soft and silky smooth.
It felt fantastic to fuck one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends and their Ammīs even, there.
I piled up a few pillows under my present sex partner’s waist and increased my pace fucking her delightedly.
She put her nude legs on my shoulders, and winked at me, swallowing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick into her tight beautiful Musalmān Cunt.
Eīshān! it was a good day.
“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING, Durgesh??!!!!” yelled Nādirah Ůsmān.
It was exactly as I had anticipated.
She was home early!!
It was exactly as I had planned it.
Åbdul Ħamīd would never knew it was all pre planned by me.
Even if he knew anything about it, he would suspect Nādirah Ůsmān instead.
He was already suspecting Nādirah Ůsmān that she was ravenous to fuck me herself.
Well, Åbdul Ħamīd sympathized with his sister.
Nādirah Ůsmān’s husband was in jail facing the charge that he was a terrorist.
Nādirah Ůsmān that hated Hindus once very much, now hated the Musalmīn immensely.
“Why the hell every Musalmān is a terrorist nowadays?”
Åbdul Ħamīd had patted her.
“Not every Musalmān, Nādirah Ůsmān, not every Musalmān.”
“But even then, most of us Musalmīn.” Nādirah Ůsmān shouted.
“Nope!” Åbdul Ħamīd said curtly, “Only some of us who don’t have proper education.”
“Muħammad Ikħlāq is a PhD.” Nādirah Ůsmān shouted, “I wasn’t foolish enough to marry an uneducated/under educated Musalmān scoundrel.”
“Uh, um…” I murmured as cum shooted out of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her friend’s Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I was scrambling to get away, but cum was shooting out.
It hit on the bed…
Nādirah Ůsmān was hollering something at me.
She got hit with a spurt…
I acted as if I was truly embarrassed.
But actually being a tough guy… I really wanted to fuck her right there.
Well, I was acting a sensitive guy now, as if this was not my friend’s sister, my own sister instead , and this really embarrassed me very much.
I run into my room with her friend’s beautiful Ammī, still in nude, still penetrating her, cuming into her, and tried to shut the door.
Nādirah Ůsmān was right there calling me “Filthy Hindu pervert” and stuff and threw the magazine at me.
She wanted to know more about this.
“I’m sorry. I was just… I was…”
“I know what you were “just” doing. Don’t do it in my fucking room! And what are you doing with my bathing suit? You fucking Hindu pervert! And my foolish brother Åbdul Ħamīd thinks you are his real friend, despite my every warning to him…”
She yelled at me some more, I don’t know what about.
Slamming the door, she stomped off yelling “Wait till Ammī comes home.”
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī?
She will make my life a living hell if she heard about this.
Eīshān, she was already blackmailing me to fuck almost her every beautiful Musalmān ladyfriend, whether I wanted to fuck her or not.*
Later, Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī was supervising the making of dinner.
Nādirah Ůsmān knocked on the door and said to me to come.
The table had been set.
I told her I was not coming.
I’ve some important work to do.
She said I better, or else.
Plus, it was meatloaf.
For all of her Ammī’s faults, she made a killer meatloaf.
I dragged myself out to the kitchen, and made nice with her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī.
Nādirah Ůsmān hip-checked me into the cabinets.
Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī asked if I was alright.
Yeah, just tripped.
She was prattling on about her stupid day at work.
Nādirah Ůsmān was behind her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī was at the stove.
Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī couldn’t see her.
Nādirah Ůsmān made the international sign for fucking off, thumb and fingers in a circle, stroking up and down, and pointed to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī.
She was hinting that I fuck her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī.
I made an exaggerated face, as if I was disgusted, which I was definitely not.
That was fucking gross.
Nādirah Ůsmān nodded her head at me, as if “yes you do”.
She held her hands in front of her, as if she was holding enormous boobs, pointed to me as if I wanted Her Ammī, Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī’s boobs.
I shook my head, No!! Nādirah Ůsmān then made a peace-sign, puts it up to her mouth, and sticked her tongue in, as if I was “Eating at the Y” and points at Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī as if that’s what I want to do.
I VIOLENTLY shook my head no.
I was also about dying as I was trying not to laugh.
Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī kept talking while Nādirah Ůsmān repeated a few of these motions, all the while mouthing the word ‘Pervert” to me.
“Hey Ammī,” Nādirah Ůsmān said. “Guess what I caught Durgesh doing today?”
Gulp. the fun just left the building.
“Oh, what was that, dear?”
“I came home early from office”, Nādirah Ůsmān continued. “And I found Durgesh in my room!”
I smiled at her.
“Your ex friend, Noor Islam Kħālājān, was also with him.”
“Well, Noor Islam is not exactly my ex friend, Nādirah Ůsmān. And what if Durgesh was making love to Noor Islam in your room? If Durgesh can make love to your Ammī there why can’t he do the same to Noor Islam?”
Nādirah Ůsmān was angry now.
“Well, he refused to be the eighteenth birthday present to my friend’s younger sister, Nāsirah Imāmuddīn.”
“He is already sixty four, baby.”
“Sixty four?” Nādirah Ůsmān thundered, “the hell he is. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan says he is thirty four only. And even if he is sixty four his Uncut Hindu Lund is still more erect for us Musalmān Beauties than the rest of the entire mankind. What the hell more we need anything else from him?”
Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī was stunned at Nādirah Ůsmān’s foul language.
“Nādirah Ůsmān, watch your language. You are a highly educated sophisticated young Musalmān woman. Aren’t you?”
“His Uncut Hindu Lund.” Nādirah Ůsmān shouted in exasperation, “Your Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund of which he is immensely proud of.”
“Shut uppppppp.” Nafīsah Salāħddīn Ayyūbī shouted.*
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