The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-25

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 25

Durgesh Al Fajir Al Vaqār

It was dark out when I pulled into the driveway.
I staggered out of my car to the front door and rang the doorbell.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, answered the door.
When she saw me, she threw herself at me and gave me a big hug.
Her hands roamed my body as we hugged, but I didn’t think anything of it.

“Durgesh! We’ve missed you so much! Welcome home,” she said.

“Hi, Bhābhījān. I missed you guys too,” I replied as I pried her arms off me.

“Come on in. I’m cleaning up dinner, your Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān is watching the game on TV, and your ‘wife’, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, is away at summer camp until tomorrow,” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, said as she waved me in.

I followed her into the cozy house and into the kitchen.
In the light, her jaw-dropping tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was illuminated.
Long blonde hair draped over the back of her pink V-neck shirt, the fabric stretching over her hourglass figure.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s firm DD tits jutted out from her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
A short blue jean skirt hugged her round perfect Musalmān ass.
Her long, tan legs supported her 5’6″ build.
She had the body of a swimsuit model and worked hard to maintain it.

It wasn’t until around my second year with that family, I noticed how attractive Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was.
I thought about having sex with Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, myself!
Well, she was my friend’s Bhābhījān.
Despite she flirted with me every now and then, I still tolerated her advances.
I was already fucking almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady of this household except Ammījān, Āmnah Saåīd and Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, specifically.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān loved me more than even his real younger brother, Aslam Saåīd.

“Oh come on! These referees are blind!” Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān shouted from the den, making his presence known.

I peeked my head into the room and said,
“Hi Bhāījān.”

He turned the TV off, got up and gave me a strong handshake.
I could see that he had gained quite a few pounds since my departure.
He had grown a scruffy beard and looked grumpy.
Well, he was an ardent religious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Tired, but doing well.”

“Good to hear it. Sorry I can’t stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning. I have to go to bed.” Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān said.

Although I was slightly uncomfortable I couldn’t talk more with him, I said goodnight and he lumbered upstairs.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, looked saddened at the lack of communication between her husband and I.
She never appreciated Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s keeping such a distance with me.
She thought despite his ostensible love to me, actually Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān still thought I could stop what Al Farzānah Al Rashīd did so openly, so ceremoniously, to disgrace his younger brother, Al Aslam Al Saåīd.
Yes, I could not stop Al Farzānah Al Rashīd fucking me, she offered herself to me as my 64th birthday present, but the fuck party…
After a Moment of silence, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār said,
“It’s late. I think I’m going to go to bed as well. I put clean blankets and pillows on your bed for you. It’s great to have you home again, Durgesh. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Bhābhījān.”

I headed for bed myself after she brought my bags in and unpacked.
That night, I stayed up late recalling the rough history of my ever dominant sexual relationship with the entire Al Saåīd family.
It was a large family.
This entire sector of Ved Nagar actually belonged to Al Saåīd family.

Anybody could tell that Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was lonely in a failing marriage. Her normal, happy attitude changed into a sad, depressed one.
The love they shared was lost.
Their relationship seemed distant.
They lived their own separate worlds. Eventually, I dozed off.
I awoke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard moans coming from her room.
The door was cracked open just enough that I could peek in.
I wasn’t prepared to stumble upon them having sex.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was lying on her back on the bed.
I could only see her legs wrapped around Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s ass, pulling him into her as he fucked her.
As I secretly watched, my own Uncut Hindu Cock came to life, involuntarily, and tented in my shorts.
I quietly slipped my shorts off was about to control myself when Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān grunted and began to flop on Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, like a fish.
It had barely been a minute since I started watching.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān rolled off Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, and I could see the look of annoyance on her face.
She didn’t say a word even though I could tell she wanted to scream at him.

When I turned back, I realized my shorts were still around my ankles and my Uncut Hindu Cock was shrinking.
I pulled them up, went to the bathroom, and headed straight back to bed.
The minute I got back in my own room, I had the vision of Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I imagined fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and filling her with my potent Hindu seed.
The thrill of seeing Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, like that was like nothing I’d ever felt before; It was unreal.

I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon.
I tossed on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed downstairs.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān sat in his usual chair at the end of the dining table, sipping hot coffee and reading the newspaper.
He was already dressed in his suit for work and his briefcase rested on the ground next to him.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was in front of the stove, cooking sizzling bacon and making scrambled eggs.
She was wearing another one of her skimpy little outfits; I’ve taken a notice to them in the past few years.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was wearing a white low cut top that exposed a lot of cleavage and a pink skirt that was so short that when she bent over the stove, I could see her yellow panties.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān didn’t even notice her sexy outfit.
He was a good man.
He was a gentleman.
And no good man, no gentleman, was required to notice these dirty things.
It harmed his gentle manhood.
I said good morning to them both and sat down at the table.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, served me breakfast and sat down between Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān and I.
She kept looking at me with thirsty-eyes, but I disregarded it.
We all silently ate our breakfast.
After ten minutes or so, Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān glanced up at the clock and began to panic.

“Shit! I’m going to be late. I have to go. Bye!” he shouted as he scooped up his briefcase and ran out the door.

“Have a good day!” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, shouted out, but he was long gone.

She turned her head back towards me and asked,
“What do you want to do today, Chhoŧé Miyān?”

I thought for a minute and replied,
“I’m not sure. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Let’s watch a movie,” she suggested, “My choice which one we watch though.”

“Alright. That’s fine.”

We went into the den and Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, said,
“Sit while I find the movie to watch.”

I smiled, nodded my approval, and took a seat on the couch.
I watched Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, walk over to the rack we kept our DVDs in.
She leisurely bent over, reading the titles.
Each time she reached down for another case, she dropped her shapely Musalmān ass lower.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, ended up squatting as she searched for a DVD.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, didn’t find the movie she was looking for in the rack so she sauntered over to a bin of discs we put our other DVDs in.
As she stood there, she began to sway her big heavy perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks slowly from side to side as she sifted through the numerous movies we owned.
I was mesmerized by the sight of her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The image of her from last night popped into my head and I pictured her totally naked.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir.

Finally, she plucked out a movie and tossed the disc in the DVD player.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, moved her big heavy perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks seductively as she strolled back to the couch.
She plopped down right next to me and reached across my body for the remote control on the other side of the couch.
Her arms were not long enough to reach it, so she stretched across my body even more.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s low-cut shirt gave me a perfect view of her tits.
The view did nothing to stop the growth of the swell in my shorts.
I was slightly let down when she finally reached the remote and sat back up.*

The movie was decent.
It was about some guy who was trying to rescue his kidnapped girlfriend from savage guerilla fighters.
Around halfway through the movie, my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, put her head on my shoulder and draped her arm over my chiseled chest.
Taking the opportunity to touch her, I wrapped my arm around her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body , holding her against me.
She smiled and seemed to like that.

I could feel the side of her breast move alongside my body with her every breath.
She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could clearly see her dark areolas and nipples poking through her tight, white shirt.
Every few seconds I’d sneak a peek at her breasts.
A huge bulge had formed in my pants and was hard to the extent that it ached.
I was gazing upon her incredible body when I heard moaning. I
looked up in horror to see that the movie had a sex scene in it.

The girl in the movie was blowing the guy.
I held my breath in hopes that the scene would just end before the couple went any further.
It didn’t.
They both stripped down and the guy began to eat the girl out.
I felt my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, fidget a little and out of my peripheral vision, I saw her hand sneak between her thighs.
The sight of everything around me was too much.
I was above and beyond aroused.
I was trying to stay as still as possible, praying that my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, didn’t see the huge swell in my groin.

My heart stopped for a second when she moved again, this time sliding her hand from my chest down to my thigh.
I was absolutely startled.
She was bound to notice my Hindu erection by now.
My doubts became reality when she moved her hand a bit and touched the edge of my hard-on through the fabric.
We both froze for a second.
To my complete surprise, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, began a rubbing motion on my Hindu crotch with her delicate Musalmān hand.
My Uncut Hindu Lund ached even more when she did this.

I glanced back up at the TV.
The two in the movie were humping away at each other.
Suddenly, I felt my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hand leave my thigh.
I looked down to see what she was doing when I saw her face gleaming up at me with a smile I’d never seen before.
Her eyes gazed deep into mine.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s face slowly leaned towards mine and I naturally leaned into her.
Our lips parted instinctively then collided in a lustful kiss.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s lips were warm and her breath was minty fresh.
Her tongue darted into my mouth.
Our tongues found each other and intertwined.
That kiss was much different from the love pecks on the cheek we gave each other before.

Using the hand she rubbed me with, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, expertly pulled off her skirt, never missing a beat in our passionate kiss.
My hands roamed over her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body , feeling her stunning figure.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, abruptly parted her lips from mine and effortlessly yanked off her T-shirt.
A few strands of silky blonde hair fell in front of her face.
Her heavy breasts hung free and her perky nipples pressed against my torso.
Beside me, my gorgeous Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, wore nothing but her sopping yellow panties.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, pressed her tits together and asked.
“Do you like what you see?”
I smiled.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, too smiled mischievously, then leaned into my ear and whispered,
“Better than the view from last night?”
I exerted my full strength not to be froze in embarrassment and guilt.
Yet, my face got hot.
She caught me!
Still stunned, I nodded yes.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, once again smiled the way I hadn’t seen before.
It was a face filled with passion and lust.
Staring into my eyes the whole time, she got up from the couch and knelt in front of my crotch.
I wondered.
Is this really happening?
I’d wanted Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, for so long but in that Moment it seemed so unreal, so wrong.
But why was it wrong?
She needed sex.
She married Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān for it.
What the hell else could she do, instead of going to some other competent man for it, if her husband could not provide it to her optimum.
Yes, it was wrong.
But who was wrong?
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār?
How?
Why not Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān was wrong?
And if Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān was wrong, why the hell Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, should suffer for Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s mistake?
It’s incest!
How?
She’s my real Bhābhījān.
She was my friend’s Bhābhījān, not mine.
I only called her ‘Bhābhījān’, because she was related with my friend so.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār loved me though.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, somehow sensed my uncertainty and said,
“Allah, God, Durgesh, I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s been hell keeping my hands off you because you’re a friend of my brother in law. I can’t take it anymore! I have to have you.”
I was taken aback by her statement.
Before I could reply, she was already tugging on the waistband of my shorts.
I lifted myself up for her to pull them off.
As she pulled them over my crotch, my fully erect Uncut Hindu Lund sprung from its cage nearly hitting her in the face.
Unfazed, she continued to tug them right off my feet.
I ripped off my shirt and threw it aside.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s face returned to my lap.
Her eyes grew wide in awe at the size of my eight inch Uncut Hindu Lund.
She smiled as she spoke softly, “Is this big dick for me?”
“Uhhhh….umm,” I smiled.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, giggled playfully at my attempt to answer.
“I can’t wait to feel this giant Uncut Hindu Lund in my mouth,” she teased.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s fingers wrapped around the tip of my hard-on and she ran her hand down to the base, and then back up to my Uncut Hindu Lundhead again.
Pre-cum oozed out from the tip.
Her fingers clenched around my Uncut Hindu Lund and stroked it a couple more times, coating the shaft in my pre-cum before she eagerly lowered her head to it.
Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s lips moved even closer and kissed its purple head, sending a wave of pleasure through my Hindu body.

Her bright blue eyes looked up at me as into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, without warning, engulfed my throbbing Hindu manhood.
She consumed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm Musalmān mouth like a pro.
Her tongue swirled around my Hindu shaft as she tasted me, for the first time.
Into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth seemed bottomless until my Uncut Hindu Lund hit the back of her throat.
“Ooooooooooohhhhh Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār,! That feels so good,” I moaned.
She hummed on my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Mmmmmmmmmmm!”

I shuddered at the overwhelming feelings she was causing me.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, frantically bobbed into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up and down my Hindu shaft.
One hand massaged my Hindu balls while her other frigged her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot through her soaking wet panties.
I pulled the stands of hair out of her face and gently held it behind her head, guiding her movements.
Muffled moans escaped into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My pre-cum was pouring down her throat as she doused my Hindu shaft in saliva.
Her pink Musalmān cheeks were hollowed out sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund for all it was worth.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, brought her full, red lips off my Uncut Hindu Lund with a pop and turned her head to the side.
Her tongue ran down the sensitive underside of my Hindu manhood to my balls.
She clutched my Hindu shaft in both hands and furiously jerked me off as she sucked my delicate Hindu balls into her hungry Musalmān mouth.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I groaned as my head fell back into the couch cushion and my eyes rolled back.

She removed my hairy Hindu balls from her warm Musalmān mouth and in a hoarse voice said,
“Do you like it when Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, sucks your big, juicy Hindu balls? Talk sexy to me, Durgesh. Talk sexy to your Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, while she sucks your big, hot Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I’d never talked sexy with her ever before, despite she had even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund impishly every now and then under the disguise that she was flirting with me.
“Deepthroat my Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fajir Al Vaqār!”
“Ohhhhhh…that gets me so fucking wet!” she moaned.

Her hands dropped to my knees to hold her up.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s head moved back to the sensitive, purple tip and rapidly slid my throbbing Hindu manhood back into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue swirled around my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly.
Saliva ran down her face as she continued pleasuring my Hindu member.
I drove my hips forward, jamming my Uncut Hindu Lund down her throat.
The sheer girth of my Uncut Hindu Lund cut off her airways and choked her for air.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s nostrils flared while I held her face there for a few seconds before she pried herself loose, gasping for oxygen.

Before she could fully catch her breath, I separated Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s long, blonde hair down the middle and wrapped her hair around each of my wrists.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hair was like a horse’s bridle.
I had full control of her movements.
I pulled her face towards my crotch and launched my Uncut Hindu Lund forward into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I forced every inch of my Hindu manhood down her throat.
The tip of her nose pressed against my shaven pubic hair.
I held her head on me for another few seconds before releasing my grasp on her.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, struggled for air Momentarily.
When she caught her breathe, I started to violently fuck her mouth.
I lifted my hips from the couch with each thrust, plowing my raging Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm Musalmān mouth.

“You like sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, Al Fajir Al Vaqār?” I growled.

“Mhhmmmm” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, hummed on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sending jolts of pleasure through me.

Her hand was back to fiddling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I started to feel my impending orgasm, so I let go of her head and let her slow the pace down.
Her sparkling blue eyes stared up at me as she slid my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her slippery Musalmān mouth.
She skillfully pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her cheek while she sucked and she used her free hand to cradle my balls in her fingers.

I glanced up at the TV once more just in time to see the couple climaxing.
The credits began to roll as I felt the tingling sensation in my balls, building me up towards my own orgasm.

Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, shoved into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down on my Uncut Hindu Lund and pulled it back out making popping noises each time her lips left the purplish head.
In between deepthroats, she managed to say,
“Do you……want to…..blow your big load…..in Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s, my mouth?”
“Yeah! Sure, Sālī! Why not? If you are enjoying it, what the hell do you think, I don’t?” I laughed.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, groaned,
“Allah! What a damnfool I was.”
“What do you mean, Mérī Jān!?”
“Whenever I teased you by grabbing your Uncut Hindu Lund you pinched my boobs and buttocks. But I always thought you were only responding to my advances doing me a favor. You didn’t really mean it. I should have gone further and undressed you.”
I winked at her,
“Well, better late than never, darling.”

Chapter 26
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam