Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Chapter 16

Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn

He was still young.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled to himself.
No, even Vedic Monotheist Hindus are not as ultramodern as Ǻlī Al Wahāb himself and his friends were.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan thinks she is using Ǻlī Al Wahāb.
Well, let her.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still fucking Ǻlī Al Wahāb in his utmost feminine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Life is still stretched before Ǻlī Al Wahāb as a vast unchartered field, even its horizon lost in the distance.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had been in Ved Nagar for ten years now.
The time had passed expediently.
Long Live Imām Muħammad Ħasan that dreamed of Ved Nagar.
The life anywhere else would have been immense problematic.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr was confident they would succeed eventually ultimately.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had faith in Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.
Muħammad Ůsmān’s ass was not as feminine before as it was now.
The ten years that passed have brought a miraculous change in their bodies.
None believed Muħammad Åbdullah when he told them that Assalāt, Salwāt, converted even a masculine body into a superb female body.
“It’s an anti-Islamic propaganda from the anti Musalmīn.” Imām Ůmar Fārūq had said, “For more than thirteen hundred years of Ummat-e-Muslimah we Musalmīn offered Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Assalāt, Salwāt, yet our masculine bodies were never converted into female bodies.”
“How do you know?” Ǻlī Al Wahāb smiled bitterly.
“What do you mean?” all the three, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān thundered at Ǻlī Al Wahāb simultaneously.*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was prudent enough not to indulge in a harmful discussion with Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān ever.
He knew better.
Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr, Imām Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad Ůsmān were not basically females in their male bodies, but Ǻlī Al Wahāb was.
He never enjoyed his male duties to his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.
He was very glad when his wife cuckolded him.
He always thought it was his actual dream life.
He loved his third position in the Triple of his wife, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, Durgesh and himself.
He bubbled with pride when Durgesh fucked his wife Al Fātimah Al Wahāb keeping her on his nude Hindu lap, sitting on a chair.
His wife proudly used Ǻlī Al Wahāb as her pedestal, her footrest.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb loved it.
He himself too was proud of it.
Suddenly a sound penetrated Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s consciousness.
“To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah… To hell with Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…We oppose Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah…”
It was rather soft and distant, but it brought him back to the present.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s legs involuntarily swerved and brought him over the low rise to the University Field.
It was used for ashvinātam sex calisthenics, sports and student oratory.
Despite immense oppositions and demonstrations from Pseudo Musalmīn, Muħammad Åbdullah had gradually, eventually, ultimately had cooperated with Ǻlī Al Wahāb in establishing a Triple University in Ved Nagar too.
He had ultimately managed to get the permission from the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
In the middle of the Field was a moderate sized crowd of students.*

They were chanting enthusiastically.
On a platform was someone, Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t recognize.
He was someone with a loud voice and a swaying rhythm.
It wasn’t Muħammad Yazdānī however.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb had never met Muħammad Yazdānī in person.
Yet, he had seen Muħammad Yazdānī on holovision a number of times here at Ved Nagar.
Ved Nagar was really a Dream City.
It had so many scientific gadgets there the rest of the utmost ultramodern cities too couldn’t afford to have.
Ved Nagar was a city of multi-millionaires at least.
There were too many billionaires, trillionaires, and zillionaires even.
The other cities didn’t have them in so many numbers.
They said Muħammad Yazdānī might destroy what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had achieved with so nonstop tremendous efforts.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb never believed it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated.
That’s she had such a tremendous nonstop success.
An ordinary Musalmān Beauty couldn’t achieve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, had done.

After all, how many such accomplished Musalmān Beauties Ummat-e-Muslimah had in its entire history, entire Al Tārīkħ Al Islam?
Yet, Ǻlī Al Wahāb paid close attention to Muħammad Yazdānī whenever Muħammad Yazdānī was on holovision.
Muħammad Yazdānī was large and smiled with vicious camaraderie, vicious comradeship.
He had thick sandy hair and light blue eyes.
His father was a South African Hindu and his mother was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty.

This speaker was however small, if anything─ thin, wide mouthed, dark haired and loud.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb wasn’t listening to the words, though he did hear the phrase ‘power from the females to males’ and many voiced shout in response.
Fine, thought Ǻlī Al Wahāb, but just how does Muħammad Yazdānī intend to win the great Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated?
Is Muħammad Yazdānī serious?*

Ǻlī Al Wahāb was at the outskirts of the crowd now.
He looked around to find out if there was someone, he knew.
He spotted Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Ǻlī Al Wahāb’s fan.
“Imrān,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb called out.
“Sir, Ǻlī Al Wahāb,” Imrān Hāshmī stared at him for a moment and recognized him with some effort.
Imrān Hāshmī had almost never seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb not being fucked in his ass by either Shankar Mahāpralayankar or Rājesh Rājpūt.
One or two times even while Ǻlī Al Wahāb was not enjoying either Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock in his ass or Rājesh Rājpūt’s, he was licking his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Houseladies’ Musalmān Cunts while Durgesh was still fucking them or had just fucked.
Imrān Hāshmī couldn’t remember, when in the recent past he had seen Ǻlī Al Wahāb alone, in this way.
He trotted over.
“Did you come to listen to this Pseudo Musalmān?”
There was immense hatred in Imrān Hāshmī’s voice for the Pseudo Musalmīn.
Despite the strict laws of never interference in other communities’ life, in Ved Nagar, the Dream City, the Muslim denominations had never stopped it altogether.
Every now and then, they were being punished by the Ved Nagar Administration, severely, for it.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb responded even more scornfully.
“Nonsense, I didn’t come here for any purpose but to find out what the noise was. Who the hell is he?”
Imrān Hāshmī smiled cheerfully, yet somewhat astringently too.
“Muħammad bin Qāsim. He is speaking for Muħammad Yazdānī.”
“I hear that,” Ǻlī Al Wahāb said bitterly as he listened to the chant again.
It began each time Muħammad bin Qāsim made a telling point, apparently.
Ǻlī Al Wahāb kept asking,
“But who the hell is this Muħammad bin Qāsim? I don’t recognize his name. What department is he in?”
“Because he’s not a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā Triple University, sir. Muħammad bin Qāsim is one of Imām Muħammad Yazdānī’s mujāhidīn.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb was more furious now.
The Couple bastards were always adamant to interfere with the Triples.
Why?
Did the Triples ever interfere in the life of the Couple bastards?
Never.
The Triples were always law abiding.
That’s why even Muħammad Åbdullah, the Commissioner of Police here at Ved Nagar, supported them in the Ārsh Sadan of HVSI.
The Triples were not only gays now.
They included the Bisexuals, gays, Cuckolds and Lesbians as well.
Now even the nudists and feminists were also joining the Triples.
“He isn’t a member of the Durgesh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā University? Then who the hell has permitted him to speak here? He hasn’t any damn right to speak here without a permit. Does he have one, do you suppose, Imrān Hāshmī?”
“I wouldn’t know, sir, Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, Amīrul Mominīn.”
“Well then, let’s find out.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb started into the crowd.
Imrān Hāshmī caught his sleeve.
“Don’t start anything, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“What do you mean?”
“He’s got goons with him.”
“Goons?”
“For rough stuff, in case anyone tries anything funny.”
“That’s the main problem with these Pseudo Musalmīn bastards.”
“I beg your pardon, Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn.”
“The Pseudo Musalmīn bastards have never understood it’s not the reality of 1400 years ago anymore. The violence was effective only then. Not now any more. The humankind is living now in a far more advanced Multiverse.”
“That’s right.” Imrān Hāshmī chuckled, “But Kħātimul Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrzn is forgetting that’s why Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself, reincarnated, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has succeeded on the bastards Pseudo Musalmīn and still succeeding.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb calmed down.
“That’s right. But it doesn’t mean we should keep them ignorant still now.”
“We can’t change them until and unless they don’t want to change themselves. We have Democracy here, ultimately, after all.”
Ǻlī Al Wahāb didn’t pay any attention to what Imrān Hāshmī said.
He was too irritated.
There were seven young men more behind Muħammad bin Qāsim, the speaker.
They were spaced rather widely, legs apart, arms folded, scowling.*

Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

5. Commentary on Ved

KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 10

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Chapter 10

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Durgesh Maymūnah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah took out her mobile.

Now Durgesh is needed.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cannot be defeated now without Durgesh’s help.

Only Durgesh can defeat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is One Man Woman.

And that man in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s life is Durgesh.

She had gone to the extent to seduce Durgesh herself.

She was one of Durgesh’s those countless Musalmān stepdaughters who never accepted Durgesh their stepfather.

They wanted Durgesh as their own Hindu lover despite the fact that their own Ammīs were Durgesh’s Live in Relationship Partners.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has forgotten the fact that Durgesh was not her exclusive property.

Any Musalmān Beauty can have Durgesh as her lifelong Hindu lover if she wanted to.

Durgesh was the man who was never accepted as any woman’s stepson, stepbrother or stepfather.

No woman was crazy enough to accept such a platonic relationship with Durgesh ever.

In countless cases Durgesh has tried to be a platonic faithful stepson, stepbrother and stepfather to different countless Musalmān Beauties.

Yet, it was the cold and hard fact that Durgesh never succeeded in it.

No Musalmān Beauty, irrespective of her age difference or religious differences, was crazy enough to accept such platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Sooner or later either Durgesh had to surrender to her sexual needs or Durgesh was raped by her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled once more ironically.

The more Durgesh tried to establish a platonic relationship with a woman, the more Durgesh was desired by her sexually.

There were so many Musalmān stepsisters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

There were so many Musalmān stepdaughters of Durgesh who were even married to some ardent Musalmīn husbands.

But it was proved ultimately that even they were not faithful to their ardent Musalmān husbands.

Sooner or later either they themselves seduced Durgesh to fuck them or they even went to the extent that they fucked Durgesh themselves.

Some of them even rapped Durgesh when Durgesh was adamant to keep his platonic relationship with them.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t know even a single woman who had her platonic relationship with Durgesh.

Perhaps Durgesh’s own Ammī Ħuzūr was the only woman.

She was Durgesh’s real Ammī.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah found that it was not easy to make an appointment with Durgesh on even a matter of impotent business.

Durgesh’s appointment secretary was actually Durgesh’s feminist nudist lover, Kħadījah Muħammad.

“Call Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, please.” Kħadījah Muħammad replied, “Nowadays Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan handles these matters. I am a history now, my dear. Stop living in my glorious past.”

“Bājī,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah complained, “the great Kħadījah Muħammad can never be a history only, for Durgesh, ever. You are the woman Durgesh loved to marry with. Saiyadah Fātimah PhD Bājī is his wife only because Durgesh’s Pitr’shrī wanted it.”

Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.

“Well, thank you. Nevertheless I’m not lucky enough to be Durgesh’s wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD is. It’s a fact. And I have accepted it.”

“Bājī, I can’t get appointment from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to see Durgesh.”

“Why?”

“I have complaint against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself.”

Kħadījah Muħammad laughed.

“Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is never against any Musalmān Beauty. Her friends say she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā herself.”

“Nonsense, Bājī. don’t tell me you also believe it.”*

It felt strange going back to the beginning after everything that’s happened since.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a different person now than Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was back then.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was such a goody-goody!

She remembered really thinking that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah loved Al Fātimah Al Zohrah.

I told her so!

I was Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first real boyfriend.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 18 years old, a senior in University, but Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was ready to believe anything.

I looked deep into Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes and told Al Fātimah Al Zohrah that I would never leave her.

She sighed wistfully and thought Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was in Heaven.

Little did she know that he just wanted to cop a feel; not that it bugged her or anything, but when things looked like they were going to get purely physical, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wanted to see how far Ålī ibn Abī Tālib would go for her first?

And lo and behold, the spineless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī cut Musalmān nūnī didn’t even try to fuck her once she put on the slightest hard-to-get act.

To be honest, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not sure if Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would have let him or not.

However Ålī ibn Abī Tālib wouldn’t have been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s first.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’d let one of the neighboring Hindus, me, up at the cottage the previous summer use and abuse her for a few weeks.

But Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still a real prick-tease when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was with me.

Now that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah thinks of it, though, she probably would have at least given me a hand-job if I had only asked for it.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was 5’8″, 120 lbs., and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was already 18 years old she know for a fact that she looked quite young for Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s age.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah also knew that she’d certainly turned some heads.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was a petite little hottie.

Most Hindus would do Al Fātimah Al Zohrah without a second thought.

They liked Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s face; high cheekbones, blue eyes, and blonde hair tied back in a bouncy ponytail.

And Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had what she called ” Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blowjob lips”—nice full ones, made extra sensuous by the glistening cherry-red lipstick Al Fātimah Al Zohrah often wore.

In University one would have thought of Al Fātimah Al Zohrah as the “all-Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl”.

No one—no one—would have thought that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would become the University Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Sex goddess.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah used to wear long—long—skirts.

Big, baggy blouses and sometimes—when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was feeling particularly studious—thick horned-rimmed glasses.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty back then, don’t get her wrong.

This isn’t some “She’s So Fine” ugly-duckling-becomes-a-swan story.

No, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was hot even with all that extra clothing on.

But things certainly got a bit more interesting when Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to show Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s self off a bit.

The week after Ålī ibn Abī Tālib broke up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was miserable.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had never been dumped before.

It happened on a Monday morning and all through the week Al Fātimah Al Zohrah just felt depressed.

By Friday the depression had begun to fade and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was just feeling angry.

Who the hell did he think Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was?

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could have given the snotty little bastard so much, but because Al Fātimah Al Zohrah wouldn’t shove his cut Musalmān nūnī in Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mouth the moment he asked for it, he decided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was no good?

Fuck him!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would make a real effort to show him exactly what he had given up.

The Friday after he had broken up with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah she stayed late at University, working in the library on a paper.

Outside, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could hear the debate team doing squats, but inside the University was almost completely deserted.

By 5:00, when the library finally kicked her out, the halls were dark and the field outside was quiet.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah went to Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker, on the second floor, across from the boys’ locker room.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah could still hear the shower running and one or two voices coming from within, so she knew that Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was not the last one in the University.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah opened Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s locker and slowly began putting her books away.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s mind was still racing and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was still fuming at the way Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had been treated earlier in the week.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was thinking about the way in which Al Fātimah Al Zohrah would really show Ålī ibn Abī Tālib how big a mistake he had made, when fate provided Al Fātimah Al Zohrah with a perfect chance.

All of the sudden Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a high-pitched laugh from within the locker room.

The door slammed open and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah heard a loud “thwack!” split the air.

Clutching a loose towel up against his groin area, Durgesh crashed into the hallway, the tip of another wet, rolled-up towel cracking like a whip behind me.

I was a nice guy.

The University had invited me to deliver some lectures on perfect scientific life today.

I had been Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s lab instructor in Chemistry class the previous semester.

Surprising.

Chemistry was not my subject even in graduation.

I was a Pure Mathematics-Applied Mathematics-Physics student even in my graduation.

Yet, I was requested to instruct them in Chemistry too with the help of their lady Chemistry Professor.

There was a rumor that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had her clandestine sexual relations with me, to the extent that their lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, had even cuckolded her otherwise very respected husband, Professor Åbdul Raħmān Hāshmī.

“Nonsense,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had scolded her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, “Shame on you. Durgesh is your Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner. Isn’t he?”

“So what? He can’t fuck our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, too, as he fucks my Ammī?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chuckled.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled.

She couldn’t imagine a girl talking of her own real Ammī in such a sexy manner.

“Watch your language, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” At length, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah said ultimately.

Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.

“What’s wrong with my language?”

“Try to say anything about your Ammī in somewhat more descent words.”

“Sālī, every woman fucks a man.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed, “That’s how we come into this world. My Ammī fucked my Abbū and gave birth to me. Similarly your Ammī fucked your Abbū and gave birth to you.”

“And our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, fucked Durgesh and gave birth to Shubhésh?”

“Tell me another reason why she named her son Shubhésh? Isn’t Shubhésh a Hindu name?”

“You want to say Shubhésh is our lady Chemistry Professor, Ůzrah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s son from Durgesh?”

“Everyone knows it, you idiot.”*

The raspy Hindu male voice on the other end told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“I’m coming for you…”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up the phone.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting used to the prank calls by this time since they had been happening for at least a month or longer.

Nothing ever came of it.

Some nights Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get the calls.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, wasn’t concerned either.

He just figured it was Hindu teens making prank calls.

Unfortunately neither of them knew at the time how wrong they were.

Another month had passed another month of more prank calls, only they were getting worse.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was starting to get frightened.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah about his upcoming business trip Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged him to either take her with him or not to go at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah. “You are going to be fine.”

“But the calls.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah stammered.

“It’s just a bunch of kids trying to scare you. Nothing more. Now will you be grown up about this? Allah, yā Allah! My God, woman, you are 26 years old plenty old enough to stay home a few days by yourself.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just looked at him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah just wished she could be as calm about it as he was.

A few days later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah asked Muħammad once again to take her with him as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah helped him pack.

“We’ve been over this!!” Muħammad shouted at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.” Sometimes I feel like I am babysitting a kid instead of married to a grown woman.”

Quietly Kħadījah Al Tāhirah left the bedroom and let him finish packing.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t shake the fear growing inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

If anything Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated being scared the most.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was angry at herself for feeling this way and angry at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, for not giving a damn.

That night they went to bed both of them their own sides and neither of them was touching the other one.

But that seemed to be the way it went for them anymore.

The alarm went off at 5:30 am.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened her eyes to watch as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband dressed.

Even if they were having problems Kħadījah Al Tāhirah still found him very unconcerned.

“Would you like me to make you breakfast before you leave?”

“Just go back to bed. I can get something on the way.”

“I really don’t mind.”

“I said no!”

‘Sad that after only two years of marriage they were at this point.’

Maybe when he gets back they can go to marriage counselling.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said to herself as she fell back asleep.

Waking up later Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed he had left no note of goodbye and that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t even get a kiss before he left.

“Oh well maybe he’ll miss me and when he gets home we’ll have a great night of sex.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah said with a laugh to the empty house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t bother to dress.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t see the use.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was home alone and lived in a nice neighborhood.

It was daylight and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah doubted if anyone could see inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s house.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was wrong.

Soon after 10:30 am the calls started coming.

At first they were just the same old calls as before.

But soon they changed and became much more terrifying.

It seemed they came every twenty minutes or so.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was getting angry by the time the calls had continued throughout the day and most of the night.

“Just stop fucking calling me you piece of shit! Why don’t you just go to hell!!!!!”

“Oh I plan on it, but I am going to take you with me.”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hung up again and stared at the phone as it rang as soon as it was on the receiver.

“Leave me ALONE!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah yelled.

“We can’t now. Not after watching your husband leave this morning, KĦADĪJAH AL TĀHIRAH, JĀNUM! We know you are home all by yourself.” He laughed into the phone,” And we’ve loved the show you’ve been putting on all day for us, you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut!!”
Panicked now, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ripped the phone from the wall.

Shaking Kħadījah Al Tāhirah walked to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom and it was then that Kħadījah Al Tāhirah noticed Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom window was opened.

She knew Kħadījah Al Tāhirah didn’t open it because Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was running the A/C.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah thought about getting out of the house right then, but quickly realized Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was still naked and ran to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s closet for some clothes.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah should’ve just run outside nude, because when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah opened the closet door Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw him.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt a hard blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s head then nothing…..

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty.” The voice called to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah struggled and finally got her eyes opened.

“Did you have a nice nap?”

She tried to move her arms but they were held tight by ropes, as were Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet.

“Please just let me go.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah begged.

“Not until we’re done with you.”

At the mention of the word WE’RE Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to panic and pull against the rope.

When Kħadījah Al Tāhirah looked around Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bedroom Kħadījah Al Tāhirah seen them.

There were six of them.

All of them seemed ready with their pants off and Uncut Hindu Cocks in hand.

None of their Uncut Hindu Cocks seemed to be under seven inches the biggest at least had to ten inches and three inches thick.

She got even more afraid.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, was quite small.

Even fully erect MAYBE two inches only.

They were going to kill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah with their Uncut Hindu Pricks I kept thinking to herself.

“See we could’ve already had our fun with you. Only we wanted to wait until you were awake to be able to see, hear and feel what we are going to do to you. Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, I assure you, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, we won’t leave one hole untouched by our Uncut Hindu Cock. We are going to rape your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy first. When that begins to stretch out and get too filled with our Hindu cum, we are going to fuck your Musalmān asshole too. Ever had it in your asshole, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum?”

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah shook her head, “No”.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wouldn’t let Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fuck her there.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a Hindu boyfriend back in high school who tried it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hated it.

It hurt so bad Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying and told him to pull it out after only the head was inside.

So needless to say hearing them tell Kħadījah Al Tāhirah they were going to fuck Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole and that there was nothing Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could do to stop it this time.

It scared Kħadījah Al Tāhirah worse than them raping Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Don’t forget her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān mouth, Rāmmohan.” Someone from the group said.

“Never. I would never forget her beautiful, sexy Musalmān mouth. Before tonight is over, you will have six Uncut Hindu Cocks in every Musalmān hole you have at least once. But knowing my group, probably you would have them a lot more than once.”

The group laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started crying even louder.

He bent down and took one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipples in his mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was ashamed to admit that if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah closed her eyes and imagined he was someone else it felt really good.

But then he bit down hard on it.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed and Rām Mohan laughed.

“You didn’t think this was going to be gentle, did you??” Rām Mohan laughed a vicious laugh as he started kneading Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s breasts hard and pinching the nipples even harder.

He took his Uncut Hindu Lund and rubbed it on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s left tit leaving a trail of precum all over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s nipple.

“Yeah baby we are gonna have fun with you. A lot of fun.” Rām Mohan then got up on the bed with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and positioned himself between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful bare Musalmān legs.

He felt Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Oh no we can’t have fun with a dry extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. Can we, Hindus??”

A chorus of “No’s” came from all the Hindus.

Rām Mohan started to open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips with his fingers and stared at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had a smaller clit than most Musalmān Beauties making it easy to spot.

Rām Mohan started to pinch and rub Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān clit as he worked the fingers of his other hand inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān slit.

Finding Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole he started to finger fuck her with first two fingers, then moved up to three.

The combination of him rubbing and pinching and even biting on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s clit and finger fucking her was making Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wet.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the wetness seep out from between his fingers.

“That’s a good little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.” Rām Mohan told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was horrified that he was able to make her wet!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why every Hindu is such an expert in fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?

Rām Mohan repositioned himself back between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him starting to push inside her with his Uncut Hindu Lund head.

“You ready for some real major Hindu penetration, baby?”

“No please don’t do this.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s plea fell on deaf ears as Rām Mohan rammed his Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah screamed.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was so much bigger than Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband; Muħammad’s that his Uncut Hindu Lund hurt!

Rām Mohan pounded in and out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy several times.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was screaming so loud that one of his buddies had to cover Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

“Yeah Whore, how does this feel?? Either your husband is really small or he doesn’t fuck you very often because your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is tight as hell!”

The other Hindu men started stroking on their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

All of them were getting more turned on by the sight of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah spread on the bed with this Hindu man’s Uncut Hindu Lund ramming inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Please get out of me!!” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah tried to beg but with the hand over Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth it just sounded mumbled.

“Shut her up, Muħammad.” Ram Mohan, who Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could tell was their leader, told the man who was covering Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah watched an evil smile spread across his face as he straddled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s chest.

So, a Musalmān is also with them?

What an irony.

He was also named Muħammad, as her Musalmān husband was.

“Here, Bitch.” Muħammad held his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s now firmly closed mouth.

A strong punch to the side of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face made her cry out in pain and Muħammad used that opportunity to slide his friend, Shiv Shankar’s, Uncut Hindu Lund deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never had two Uncut Hindu Lunds inside her simultaneously.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel like a cheap Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum.

Muħammad continued to rape Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face with Shiv Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund as Muħammad raped Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a vengeance.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was having trouble breathing between Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s grunts and the Uncut Hindu Lund that was now wedged deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s throat.

After a time of them tag teaming her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started to feel Rām Mohan’s balls tighten as they hit Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew Rām Mohan was close to cumming.

Since Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad was Musalmān he didn’t believe in birth control and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to beg him not to cum inside her.

But with the huge Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth, it just sounded like more grunts.

After a few more strokes Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Rām Mohan’s Hindu seed pouring into Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s battered extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu warmth fill her.

Not long after his Uncut Hindu Lund shrank up and fell out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Shiv Shankar started filling Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth with his Hindu cum too.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had no choice but to shallow his Hindu spunk since his Uncut Hindu Lund was still deep in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth.

It was either swallow it or choke.

“Nice ride baby.” Rām Mohan was saying to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah as he wiped his Uncut Hindu Lund on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole and squeezing his penis so that the last bit of his Hindu cum was lubricating the Musalmān hole.

Then Kħadījah Al Tāhirah saw three more of his Hindu men advanced towards the bed.

One of them, Prabhu Dayāl, untied Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s feet and turned her over.

“Up on all fours, Bitch.” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah hesitated and was rewarded with another blow to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face from the man standing closest to her.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah lifted her lower body up as far as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could since there were still roped tying down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands.

But that was soon to be corrected.

Once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s hands were free from one of the ropes, one man got under Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body and lined his Uncut Hindu Lund up with Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hole.

With one hard upward thrust Prabhu Dayāl was inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She grunted as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt Prabhu Dayāl’s big Uncut Hindu Lund fill Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then Harihar Sharmā got in front of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Once again Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was filled both in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and mouth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel Shiv Shankar rubbing something on Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s asshole.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah started trying to move away as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt his Uncut Hindu Lund tearing open Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

The burning pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān ass obliterated the pain Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt inside Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and throat.

At once Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew this was the owner of the ten inch Uncut Hindu Lund.

“I gotta break you in, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum. How do you like being fucked like the bitch you are?” Shiv Shankar laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah controlled herself.

She stopped the tears from running down her face.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s controlled her nose also from beginning to run as it always did whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cried making it even harder to breathe.

It was a sheer foolishness to accept before these sex obsessed Hindus that she was being humiliated and disgraced.

Let them understand they were actually serving her, instead of humiliating her.

Let the six rascals understand Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is enjoying their Uncut Hindu Lund in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān holes.

It was the only way to win over the devils.

They are prepared for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s noncooperation.

Why not cooperate with them?

Her noncooperation with them can’t change the facts even a bit.

The fact is now Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is not a One Man Woman anymore.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā , Rām Mohan, Prabhu Dayāl, Harihar Sharmā, Niranjan Pandit and Nārāyañ Tripāŧhī are now her new Hindu lovers.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah is now their woman whether she liked it or not.

She can’t undo what has been done.

So, why not enjoy it now?

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never agreed with the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But does it make any difference now?

She has recognized now all the six Hindu scoundrels.

They belong to Shiv Senā.

But actually Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā is a Congressman.

He has put his five men in Shiv Senā and BJP.

She knew it very well.

So, these are the five men Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā has in Shiv Senā and BJP?

Why not adopt the philosophy of Sidrah Aħmad and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now?*

Before long Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s body was covered in sweat and Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was making sounds Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had never made before.

“Yeah that’s right Cum Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, take this big Uncut Hindu Lund deep in your lovely Musalmān asshole.” Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā laughed.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel him deep deep in her bowels.

The burning intense pain almost made her pass out again, but the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund was in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth slapped her across Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s face.

“None of that now, baby. I need this Uncut Hindu Lund sucked….Dry!!” Prabhu Dayāl told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

The three fucked her for what seemed an eternity.

Finally the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy started to cum and watching this the one in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s mouth soon followed.

But the strong Hindu Congressman, Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s constantly quivering Musalmān asshole, still continued with his savage Hindu thrusts in Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s bowels.

He finally, after another ten hours at least, Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ten long hours? Kħadījah Al Tāhirah couldn’t believe herself she was being fucked now for ten hours continuously nonstop by these Hindu scoundrels.

Shiv Shankar Bachhalyā filled Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole with his sticky Hindu cum.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt him then pull out.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah sighed a relief when he was finally out of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān asshole completely.

Throughout the rest of the night and most of the early morning hours too, not one of Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s Musalmān holes was that wasn’t filled by an Uncut Hindu Lund.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could feel the Hindu cum flowing out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī, ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like a sink faucet and even Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s distended and open Musalmān asshole couldn’t hold the Hindu cum in, as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah felt it continuously flowing down Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s legs.

The Hindu men took pictures and even made a movie of her while after all this torment Kħadījah Al Tāhirah actually had an orgasm.

They threatened to show them to Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, if Kħadījah Al Tāhirah ever said anything.

They don’t have to worry Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never would.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah never could after Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cummed for these savage Hindu men as many times as Kħadījah Al Tāhirah could.

After this experience, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knew now that she was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, Jānum, for these six powerful Hindus.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah belong to these Hindu men that visit her regularly now when Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, is out of town or even sometimes while he’s at work.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah can’t even honestly call it rape anymore.

It has turned now into something Kħadījah Al Tāhirah crave.

She is also now somewhat a Sidrah Aħmad an Al Fātimah Al Wahāb actually.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows she needs help.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah knows that it isn’t right.

But it’s the truth.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s own dark truth.

To make it worse as if it could get worse, now whenever Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad, fucks her, Kħadījah Al Tāhirah have to closes her eyes and pretends she is being gang raped by the group of Hindu men who still visits her often.

And only then can Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cum for Kħadījah Al Tāhirah’s husband, Muħammad.

Not without it.*

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was on the debate team, but was not a mindless athlete.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was pretty smart, actually, and although Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was somewhat popular I didn’t let it get to my head.

The moment I saw her, I fumbled into the hallway, gave a cute little smile, and promptly dropped my towel.

Well!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was startled about the incredible situation Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had just been placed in.

Here Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was, newly single, and one of the hottest guys in the University stood before her, naked as the day Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was born.

I winked at her softly before Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s eyes travelled from my, down the length of my torso before they came to rest on the long, thick Hindu mass that was erect now between my legs.

In one moment Al Fātimah Al Zohrah recovered.

“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah whimpered softly. “You’re erect like a rhinoceros.” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had meant it to sound like a joke, but it only sounded as how she really felt—in total awe.

I stared back in self pride for a few seconds, before my face erupted into an enormous grin.

“Yo, Shankar!” I called over my shoulder. “Come out here and look what I got us!”

My words sent a shiver through Al Fātimah Al Zohrah’s spine.

There was something proprietary, something dangerous about them.

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah didn’t know Shankar, the leaner boy who appeared behind me with the twisted-up towel swung over my shoulder and not a stitch anywhere else on my body.

But he looked familiar; Al Fātimah Al Zohrah was sure Al Fātimah Al Zohrah had seen him around somewhere.

His short buzz cut was unmistakable and was a sharp contrast to my hair.

But my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah Subħān Allah my Uncut Hindu Lund!

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah couldn’t stop staring at it, and I caught it on pretty fast.

“Whatcha doing here so late, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah?” I asked, establishing eye contact with Al Fātimah Al Zohrah. I started to walk forward. “A girl could get into a lot of trouble alone here.”

Al Fātimah Al Zohrah decided to play along.

“Oh I know,” she said, feigning innocence. “I hadn’t been the smartest tonight. Why, do you think there might be some

sort of trouble?”*

Nāzimah Yåqūb was straddling on Mahéshvar.

When they gangbanged her first, Nāzimah Yåqūb had sucked Mahéshvar most.

His Uncut Hindu Lund was the tastiest in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth than the Uncut Hindu Lund of Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā both.

Nāzimah Yåqūb had smiled at both Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā when they complained.

“What do you want to say? I prefer Mahéshvar Bachhalyā more on both of you?”

“Isn’t it a fact?” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý was concerned now somewhat.

“Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý,” Brahmdév Sharmā said to him curtly, “Mahéshvar is a Bachhalyā. Don’t forget Musalmān Beauties were always after Bachhalyās. The entire human history stands to evidence for it.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled.

She was shamelessly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was lying on his back on her bed.

His Bachhalyā Uncut Hindu Lund was standing perpendicular and Nāzimah Yåqūb was enjoying it very much going constantly up and down on it.

“Jealous of Mahéshvar Bachhalyā, my dears?” she smiled patronizingly at Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā.

“Nāzimah Yåqūb,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý smiled too, “You are forgetting the fact that Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is actually married to Brahmdév Sharmā’s sisters, Vipr Mohinī Sharmā, Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā.”

“All the three of them?” Nāzimah Yåqūb watched them with a smirk on her extremely beautiful face.

“Well,” Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý adjusted his body in a different manner on the sofa chair, “Vipr Mohinī Sharmā is actually Mahéshvar Bachhalyā’s duly married wife. But both Brahm Mahādévī Sharmā and Brahmvijayā Sharmā are also his Live in Relationship Partners. You know it very well.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb laughed.

“I know everything of you all very well, Dr. Vishñu Dév Mahāmr’tyunjaý and Brahmdév Sharmā. Brahmdév Sharmā, your wife, Jāhnavī Dīxit has also fucked Mahéshvar Bachhalyā. Hasn’t she?”

Brahmdév Sharmā felt himself tremendously humiliated.

His wife Jāhnavī Dīxit had demanded Durgesh from him.

“How dare you?” Brahmdév Sharmā thundered at his wife, “You want me to cuckold to Durgesh?”

Jāhnavī Dīxit smiled.

“If you don’t bring Durgesh to me, I would fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.”

“Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is your nandoī.” Brahmdév Sharmā gritted his teeth.

“Lord Vishñu were also Vr’ndā’s and Tulsī’s nandoī.” Jāhnavī Dīxit winked at her Brāhmañ husband, “yet, he fucked both Vr’ndā and Tulsī. Didn’t he?”

Brahmdév Sharmā looked at his beautiful wife helplessly.

“Jāhnavī Dīxit, am I not enough for you?”

“You Brāhmañs lack manly vigor for us Brahmkanyās. Only Bachhalyās can provide us that.”

“You are crazy.”

“I want to suck you, Brahmdév Sharmā.” Jāhnavī Dīxit told her Brāhmañ husband bluntly, “would you allow me?”

“Neverrrrrrrrrrrrrr.” Brahmdév Sharmā shouted, “Sālī, you are a Brahmkanyā. Never forget it.”

“How foolish and stupid you Brāhmañs are, my dear Brāhmañ husband.” Jāhnavī Dīxit laughed ironically, “You allow Musalmān Beauties to suck you, but not your own Brāhmañ wives. You Brāhmañs are also sick of your religion as the Musalmīn are.”

“Shut up! You bitch.”

“Bring Durgesh for me. Otherwise I’d fuck Mahéshvar Bachhalyā myself.” Jāhnavī Dīxit had threatened Brahmdév Sharmā.*

Muħammad Yåqūb entered there.

“Hello everybody, Nāzimah, some Kħadījah Al Tāhirah wants to see you.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at her husband.

“Kħadījah Al Tāhirah?”

“Don’t you know her?”

“I know so many Kħadījah Al Tāhirahs. I don’t know who this one is out of them.”*

Chapter 11

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5. Commentary on Ved

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

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Midterm 2012

volume 2

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Index

Volume 2: Ved Nagar

Volume 3: The Yacht

Midterm 2012: 13

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Midterm 2012

Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad

Chapter 13

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

The Campaign

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now had her back to Pramod Tantresh and had his Uncut Hindu Lund up her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

The other Hindu was lining himself up to her gaping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr were getting undressed and already they were sporting mighty stiffness.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr held Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s legs apart as Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ slammed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Ohh I love two Uncut Hindu Lunds fucking me,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb cried out, “Fuck me, Hindus. Fuck Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. Enjoy,”

“You naughty little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut,” Sidrah Aħmad laughed as she entered the room, “How dare you get started without me?”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb popped Narottam Chauhān’s Uncut Hindu Lund from her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“It was only meant to be two of them,”

“Well, you’ll have to share” Sidrah Aħmad said and then quickly pulled her top off, revealing her pert, hard nippled Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You two over here,” she said to Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb complained, “But I want an Uncut Hindu Lund to suck on too,”

“Here, get this hard again,” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ said as he stood up.

“Ah well better than nothing,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ fed his semi hard Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad had taken her mini and panties off and she was sitting on the bench seat with her legs spread wide open.

Narottam Chauhān and Gajānan Yogvipr were on either side of her and she was wanking on each Uncut Hindu Lund.

Narottam Chauhān moved forward and slapped his Uncut Hindu Lund against her beautiful Sunni Musalmān face.

Sidrah Aħmad licked the Hindu precum of the knob and then slipped the Uncut Hindu Lund into her ever-ravenous Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Muhammad found the golden opportunity.

He got down on his knees and began to work on Sidrah Aħmad’s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He licked all over her hairy gash and slipped his tongue as far as he could into her moist Musalmān hole.

“Yeah suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, Sālī, Wahābī Musalmān Choot, make it hard,” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ yelled.

“Ahh fuck I’m gonna cum,” yelled out Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ who was pumping Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“Cum in my Sunni Musalmān Choot,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb cried inviting Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ as an orgasm shook her almost ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb loved the feeling very much when the hot Hindu Vīrý filled her Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest.

She had intense hatred for the Musalmīn as far as the sex was concerned.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could never forget how her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī begged for sex from her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī and her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī preached her minimum sophisticated sex instead.

Yes, her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī did not call her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī, Imāmzādī Ůzrah Muhammad Hāshmī a slut ever but he never satisfied her also.

“Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,” his friend, Manmohan Vikram Pratāp told him, “It’s not the proper way to deal with an extremely sexy ravenous Musalmān woman.”

Her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at his friend,

“Manmohan Vikram Pratāp, she is so sexy and ravenous that no single man can satisfy her.”

“I don’t think so. Let me try if you don’t mind.”

Her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī laughed,

“I can’t blame you, Manmohan Vikram Pratāp. My wife Imāmzādī Ůzrah Muhammad is too beautiful to be resisted. Okay, go ahead. Fuck her if you want to.”

Manmohan Vikram Pratāp smiled at her Abbū, Qāzī Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī,

“Sure? You won’t regret the permission afterwards?”

“Nonsense. I am a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān. I’m not a Hindu as you are. Our ideals are exactly opposite. Your ideal is your Lord Kr’shñ who had 16,108 queens, and countless beloveds even then. My ideal is Ħazrat Yusuf ålayhissalām.”***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb learned her lesson from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī.

“Ahh fuck yeah” was all Shiv Shankar Nārāyañ could say as he shot Hindu load after Hindu load into her hot Sunni Musalmān Choot.

His body shook and then stiffened as he pumped the last few milliliters of his Hindu sperm into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Sunni Musalmān Choot and as Sidrah Aħmad watched the cum drip down onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Pramod Tantresh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

Sidrah Aħmad had a huge orgasm into Muhammad’s mouth.

Gajānan Yogvipr was so excited seeing it that he pulled Sidrah Aħmad forward and then slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ moved his now hard Uncut Hindu Lund down to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb s cum dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole and plunged it in.

“Take that you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut,” he said. “Shove your Uncut Hindu Lund in her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth, Ajaý Shankar.”

Ajaý Shankar, the other Hindu, planked his Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s willing Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad wasn’t happy with the position she was in so she moved Gajānan Yogvipr onto his back and then mounted his Uncut Hindu Lund herself.

She slid down on his Uncut Hindu Lund and then looked back at Narottam Chauhān who was beating his meat watching the show.

“Well, Narottam Chauhān,” Sidrah Aħmad invited Narottam Chauhān, “Come on. If she can have two Uncut Hindu Lunds in her so can I.,” she said.

Narottam Chauhān smiled in thanks, took his Uncut Hindu Lund in his hand proudly and moved in behind Sidrah Aħmad.

Gently, Narottam Chauhān slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass.

The sensation was one of Sidrah Aħmad’s favorites and she came again.

Ajaý Shankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was going to town on it when Nārāyañ Kr’shñ proclaimed to everyone that he was going to cum again.

“Here cop this,” he said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb as he pumped his Hindu load into her sopping cum filled Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came again as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ emptied his Hindu balls into her.

Her nipples were nearly bursting as Ajaý Shankar squeezed them.

He wanted another go in her Sunni Musalmān Choot so he moved Nārāyañ Kr’shñ away and once again filled her Sunni Musalmān Choot with his still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ was well and truly over it for a while.

He sat on the bench seat offering his Ābhār Stavan and getting more sexual-energy in this way.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled.

She knew Hindus very well.

They always offered their Ābhār Stavans whenever they fucked a Musalmān Beauty.

Sidrah Aħmad was in a zone as the two Hindus alternately pumped into her Sunni Musalmān Choot and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass.

Narottam Chauhān was the first to shoot his load and he filled her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass with his Hindu cum.

Gajānan Yogvipr was soon to follow and he sent a load into her cavernous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān hole.

Hindu Cum dripped out of her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass and onto her Sunni Musalmān Choot mixing with Gajānan Yogvipr’s cum and her Sunni Musalmān juice.

She slid of the Uncut Hindu Lund and slid down Gajānan Yogvipr’s body to lick his Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb hopped off Pramod Tantresh and was now on her knees with Pramod Tantresh.

Ajaý Shankar was poking his Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth now.

Her Sunni Musalmān Choot was wide open and globs of cum were hitting the floor.

The two Hindus almost came in unison with Pramod Tantresh shooting a huge load into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ajaý Shankar also fully emptied his Hindu balls.

Sidrah Aħmad was now crawling over to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and they both kissed exchanging the Hindu cum that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had in her Wahābī Musalmān holes.

The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls stood up and hopped into the shower.

They began to wash away the morning’s activities.

They had to keep clean they had only been on the road for one hour.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Sidrah Aħmad hopped back into their new car the Hindus gifted to them and pulled back onto the Hume Highway.

“Well that was interesting,” Sidrah Aħmad smiled as she spread her legs and rubbed her red swollen Sunni Musalmān Choot lips.

“I meant to have them all, you bitch,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed.

“Sucked in,”

“Did we pay for the fuel?” asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Fuck yeah!” exclaimed Sidrah Aħmad, “Allah, we have given them more than the cost of the fuel and car both.”

“Maybe on the way back?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb chuckled.

Sidrah Aħmad racked the seat back and grabbed a pillow from the back seat.

“Time for a kindy nap” she said. “I might give the old girl a bit of an airing too,”

She lifted up her skirt and spread her legs as far as she could in the small space in the front of the car.

She lay there with her Sunni Musalmān Choot open for all to see as they trundled down the Hume.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb decided to have a bit of fun so whenever they passed a semi or van she would slow down so that the driver could cop a look.

The best one was when they passed a bus full of Hindu saints on a Dharmsantānam bus trip.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shook at the thought of all those Hindu saints fucking them through the night.

Sidrah Aħmad was oblivious to what was happening around her.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb would occasionally move her hand over and rub Sidrah Aħmad’s Sunni Musalmān Clit as she slept.

As the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls approached Gundagai, they pulled into the ‘Dog on the Tucker box’ to fuel up and stretch their legs at the same time.

“Sidrah Aħmad, ” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said, “Wake up, time for a feed.”

“Oh fuck off,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she sat up to look. “Are we here already?”

“Yes dearest you’ve been asleep for ages,”

“Allah Allah, Bloody hell,” Sidrah Aħmad exclaimed.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls hopped out of the car and wandered into the shop to get some tucker.

Sidrah Aħmad had neglected to put her knickers back on so that when she went into the shop she could feel some of the Hindus’ cum still oozing out of her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

“I’ll have a hamburger and some chips,” said Sidrah Aħmad, “I need to go clean up,” she whispered to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“OK” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she waited in line.

Sidrah Aħmad entered the cubicle and grabbed a handful of toilet paper, had a piss, and dabbed at her Sunni Musalmān Choot with the paper.

She rubbed at her Sunni Musalmān Clit as she sat back on the toilet.

She knew by the tingling sensation that she would be a horny Sunni Musalmān bitch that night.

She exited the toilets and saw Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sitting at a table with the bags open about her.

“What are the hamburgers like?” She asked.

“Good,” answered Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, “They have beetroot, lettuce, tomato, onion… everything,”

“Tops,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she grabbed a handful of hot chips. “Beats Macca’s,”

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sat in the sun and completed the meal.

They wandered back to the car when Sidrah Aħmad noticed some water under the car.

“Was that there before?” she asked Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Not sure,” she answered.

“She’ll be right,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she hopped into the driver’s seat.

They hopped back onto the Hume and headed once more to Sydney.

The car was chugging along quite nicely until Sidrah Aħmad noticed the temperature was rising in the engine.

“I think that water was from this car,” she said to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Oh fuck no,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb. “You’d better pull over,”

“Are you in the NRMA?” Sidrah Aħmad asked.

“Um…..no,”

“Oh now we’re fucked,” Sidrah Aħmad said.

They pulled into a roadside shelter and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb pulled out her mobile phone.

“We can always ask,” She said, “They usually just charge for non-members,”

She called the 13 number and spoke to someone on the other end.

She had spoken to the local repairer and they said it was no problem for them to come out and fix it up.

“See.” said Sidrah Aħmad, “no problem,”

“But we have no money,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Remember the auto electricians?” Sidrah Aħmad asked, “I never had to pay that Nārāyañ Kr’shñ. The Hindus always prefer our Musalmān Cunts on our money. Let them get what they want from us more.”
“Ah yes that’s right,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed, “But after you fucked the three of them you were sore for a week.”

“Well this time there will be only one and you will be helping me.” She laughed. “Now get your knickers off and get ready,”

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls whipped their panties off, sat back and watched as the NRMA Mitsubishi Triton drove into the truck rest.

Luckily for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls the Hindu mechanic was in his 30’s and not too shabby.

“Remember he has to fix the car before we offer him our wares.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls hopped out of the car and met the Hindu mechanic as he got his gear out of the back of his cab.

“Hello ladies, I’m Shankar Mahādévan,” he said, “Having a few problems, are you?”

“Nothing that you can’t fix I’m sure,” Sidrah Aħmad giggled.

Shankar Mahādévan looked the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls over and smiled. “Could I see your membership card please?”

“Umm it’s in the car I’ll get it,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

She wandered over to the car and made a point of leaning over so that her skirt rose up her backside.

Shankar Mahādévan had a good long glance and then moved over to the car.

He had a quick look about and as Sidrah Aħmad leant over the engine allowing Shankar Mahādévan a view of her firm tits he announced.

“You need a new back water hose, I’ll cut you one now,”

“Thank you,” cooed Sidrah Aħmad.

“Have you found that membership yet?” Shankar Mahādévan called out to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Still looking,” she yelled.

Shankar Mahādévan pulled a long piece of hose out from the back of his cab and cut about 10 inches off.

He grabbed two clips and returned to the vehicle to finish the job.

In a matter of minutes, he had the hose attached and the car was ready to go.

“I’ll just get some water for you,” he said as he went around to the side of the car. “Holy fuck” is all he could muster as two completely naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls sat in the back seat of the car rubbing each other’s Musalmān Cunts.

“We don’t have membership,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she climbed out of the car. “I’m sure you won’t say anything,”

“Not a fucking word,” Shankar Mahādévan smiled as she rubbed the growing mound in his pants.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came around squatted down before him and quickly pulled down his shorts.

Sidrah Aħmad started undoing his shirt as Shankar Mahādévan winked at them, “You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls certainly don’t fuck about,”

“No point in that,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she sucked on his left nipple. Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had his fat Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and she was licking the end of it as it grew in size.

Shankar Mahādévan grabbed Sidrah Aħmad’s tits and began kneading them.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb began sucking Shankar Mahādévan’s Uncut Hindu Lund in earnest and Shankar Mahādévan began groaning as she swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān tongue over the Hindu head.

Sidrah Aħmad dropped down as well and Shankar Mahādévan, for the first time in his life, had two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls swallowing his Uncut Hindu Lund.

He was immensely happy naturally.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb held it and wanked it as she passed it to Sidrah Aħmad who simply swallowed it whole.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb reached over and rubbed Sidrah Aħmad’s gaping wet box.

“Up you get girl.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said, “Time to fill that Sunni Musalmān Choot of yours with this great Uncut Hindu Lund,”

“Thank you, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb darling.” Shankar Mahādévan was really glad.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had termed his Uncut Hindu Lund a great Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hindus always feel pride when a Musalmān Beauty praises their Uncut Hindu Lund.” She had heard from all of her extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends.

As Sidrah Aħmad stood up, she traced a line up his stomach and chest with her tongue before flicking her tongue at him.

She spun around, lifted her right leg up on to the front wheel, and bent over.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb leant over Sidrah Aħmad and pulled Sidrah Aħmad’s gorgeous Sunni Musalmān buttocks apart revealing to Shankar Mahādévan her wet Sunni Musalmān labia.

Shankar Mahādévan squatted slightly down and rubbed his purple Hindu knob over her Sunni Musalmān slit before slipping it into her.

“Allah, Oh fuck that’s good,” Sidrah Aħmad said as Shankar Mahādévan quickened the pace.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund as it slid in and out before she walked behind Shankar Mahādévan, grabbed and kneaded his Hindu balls as Shankar Mahādévan pistoned into Sidrah Aħmad.

She slipped her hand down, rubbed Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Wahābī Musalmān Clit and smeared Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s juice all over the base of Shankar Mahādévan’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

“My turn,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she sat up on the boot of the car and spread her legs.

Shankar Mahādévan pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out and moved over to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb who parted the way for him with her fingers.

Shankar Mahādévan again rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund all over her Wahābī Musalmān snatch before he slipped it straight in.

Sidrah Aħmad came over and began sucking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s right tit.

Sidrah Aħmad used her right hand to rub Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Sidrah Aħmad slowly moved down Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s torso and began licking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Shankar Mahādévan was over the top at the sensation of Sidrah Aħmad’s head on his Uncut Hindu Lund.

He pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and fed it into Sidrah Aħmad’s willing extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān mouth.

“Yeah suck my Uncut Hindu Lund,” Shankar Mahādévan ordered. “Ahh fuck it I’m going to cum.”

Sidrah Aħmad grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund, gave it a few pumps and Shankar Mahādévan shot a huge Hindu load up into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and it landed on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s welcoming open Wahābī Musalmān mouth too.

A few more Hindu shots hit Sidrah Aħmad in her Sunni Musalmān throat and the remainder landed into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Shankar Mahādévan almost lost the use of his legs as his orgasm shook his Hindu body.

Sidrah Aħmad moved up to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and they kissed each other as they smeared cum over each other’s face.

Shankar Mahādévan began filling his Hindu cum all over into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Wahābī Musalmān Choot and sliding his Uncut Hindu Lund into her.

“Well you Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls certainly know how to settle a Hindu ,” Shankar Mahādévan said as he left Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and pulled his shorts up. “Don’t forget to put some water in that before you leave, there’s a tank just over there.”

“Why thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

“And thanks for the fuck,” Sidrah Aħmad smiled to Shankar Mahādévan as he climbed into his car.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb drove the car over near the tank and topped up the radiator using an empty drink container.

It seemed to take forever to top up the tank and afterwards Al Fātimah Al Wahāb poured some of the water over herself to clean up.

Sidrah Aħmad was already dressed but she threw some water over her as well.

“You need to look after your hygiene better.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said, “Here wash your face,”

Sidrah Aħmad gave herself a quick wash and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls dressed completely before hopping in the car to drive off.

The car worked perfectly as it cruised down the highway towards their final destination.***

At about 7.00, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls pulled into the crowded street in Newtown where the party was to be held.

They had to park about three blocks away from the house and they grabbed a few bottles of champagne at the local bottle shop before they knocked on the door.

The gentle rumble of music from within the house exploded as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened the door.

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb!!” yelled Durgesh her younger sisters’ Hindu lover .

I was stark naked and my Uncut Hindu Lund was semi hard and shiny.

“Hello Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! “Said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb, as she gave me a peck on my Hindu lips.

Sidrah Aħmad moved into the house and wasn’t at all surprised to see that most of the guests were completely naked.

She gave me a kiss on the lips and gave my Uncut Hindu Lund an appreciative squeeze.

“The most successful and most popular Uncut Hindu Lund in entire Musalmān Cunts.” Sidrah Aħmad winked at me with absolutely genuine appreciation.

“Thank you.” I poked my Uncut Hindu Lund into Sidrah Aħmad’s dripping Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Sidrah Aħmad swallowed it there entirely.

“I see you’ve already started,” she said nodding to a tall skinny Musalmān blonde who was squatting between two Hindu men and alternately sucking their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

The Wahābī Musalmān girl was wearing nothing more than a silver mini skirt and her Wahābī Musalmān Choot was shaved clean.

“I was the third until you two showed up. Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad has being hanging out for it all day,”

“I’m sure I can fix you up later,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she pulled her top off.

“No doubt you will,” I smiled.

Sidrah Aħmad went over to the threesome, sat, and watched.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad stood up, spun around to one of the Hindus, and lifted her left leg up to me.

I slipped my slippery Uncut Hindu Lund into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s sopping Wahābī Musalmān Choot and began pumping away.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad then leant forward and took the other Uncut Hindu Lund in her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Ramésh Trivikram came to her with a glass of champagne and offered it to Sidrah Aħmad.

“Where’s Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” I asked fucking Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad passionately.

“Dunno” Sidrah Aħmad said as she grabbed the glass of champagne in her left hand and Ramésh Trivikram’s Uncut Hindu Lund in her right.

“Happy birthday,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she dipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into the glass and then licked it off. “Great party.”

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad literally fell to the floor and landed in a doggy position as I who was drilling her Wahābī Musalmān Choot slipped underneath her and Jamīl Qāzī began licking at her Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

My Uncut Hindu Lund stood proudly into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

The other guy dropped to his knees and continued receiving her excellent blowjob.***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb went wandering through the house and counted about 30 people.

That is she counted 10 Musalmān Beauties and about 20 Hindu studs.

She spotted one young Wahābī Musalmān Beauty with large tits and a tiny waist bouncing up and down on a huge Uncut Hindu Lund as she caught a mouth full of Hindu cum from a ravenous Hindu with a huge Hindu dick.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb grabbed a glass of champagne and went outside to say hello to someone she had seen earlier.

Sidrah Aħmad’s Ammījān.

“Hi Nafīsah Ibrāhīm,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she wandered into the BBQ area.

“Al Fātimah Al Wahāb !!” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm cried out enthusiastically, “How are you darling?”

“Good thanks. What’s happening?”

“I’m just enjoying the company of these handsome and lovely Hindus .” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm said. “Have you met Vikram Naréndr my new Hindu man and Shiv Trivikram his friend?”

“Hello,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could not forget the time that she went to Sidrah Aħmad’s house one day unannounced and caught Nafīsah Ibrāhīm in bed with two Hindus.

Winking at Nafīsah Ibrāhīm, she said,

“I’m glad you came prepared.”***

My Uncut Hindu Lund was as hard as steel as it plunged into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Sidrah Aħmad had firmed me up with a good hard blowjob.

When Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad mounted one of the Hindus and proffered her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass to any Hindu who was willing.

I, of course, did the noble thing and filled her hole.

The other fellow who was getting the blowjob sat next to Sidrah Aħmad and began wanking at his Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hi,” he said to Sidrah Aħmad, “I’m Akhil Nārāyañan ”

“Hi Akhil Nārāyañan.”

“Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad is one real hot piece,” he said.

“Well you have quite a nice Uncut Hindu Lund there, Akhil Nārāyañan,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she grabbed a hold of it, “My Sunni Musalmān Choot needs filling. Let’s not fuck about any longer,” She stood up and whipped her skirt and panties off.

Her willowy frame spun around so that she could watch Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad, me, and the other fellow continue the double penetration.

She rubbed her Sunni Musalmān slit a little to spread the copious juice and then squatted down onto Akhil Nārāyañan’s Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh fuck yeah,” Sidrah Aħmad called out, “Fuck me hard, Akhil Nārāyañan, fuck me hard, please!”

Akhil Nārāyañan reached around, grabbed one tit with his left hand and rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit with his right.

The juice flowing from her Sunni Musalmān Choot was seeping down onto his Hindu balls.

Sidrah Aħmad reached down, grabbed his balls and took over the rubbing of her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

I was pumping hard into Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad’s gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass just before I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out.

I quickly moved to her face and pumped a load into her open Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

This was too much for Akhil Nārāyañan and with Sidrah Aħmad squeezing his ball bag he unloaded a huge dump of his Hindu cum into her Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest.

Sidrah Aħmad also began to shake as her first orgasm of the night shook her exquisite Sunni Musalmān body.

The fellow under Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad had pushed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her Sunni Musalmān Choot deepest and had shot his Hindu cum all over into her Sunni Musalmān Choot and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass too.

Zubaydah Wasīm Aħmad just lay there in a daze.

Sidrah Aħmad rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit with the Hindu cum that was oozing from within her.***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had a nice long chat with Nafīsah Ibrāhīm and although Nafīsah Ibrāhīm wore nothing more than 2 nipple-rings and at 42 was the oldest person at the party, she was still incredibly sexy.

Her body was slender and her high cheekbones kept her looking sensational.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm was sitting between Vikram Naréndr and Shiv Trivikram.

As she began stroking their Uncut Hindu Lunds Al Fātimah Al Wahāb excused herself and went back into the party.

She walked past Sidrah Aħmad who was kneeling before Akhil Nārāyañan and licking his Uncut Hindu Lund clean.

She went upstairs to see what was happening.

There was only three other rooms plus the bathroom and she could hear some noise from the main bedroom.

Not being shy, she opened the door and peeked in.

On the bed were two Pakistani Sunni Musalmān girls in a 69 position licking each other’s Sunni Musalmān Clits as they plunged Uncut Hindu Lund of their Indian Hindu sex partners into their Pakistani Musalmān Choots.

Surrounding the bed were four Hindu men all stroking their hard Uncut Hindu Lunds.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was quick to lose her clothes.

She went over to the Hindus.

They were all staring with crazed lust at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Fancy inviting two Lesbians to an orgy,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said.

She grabbed an Uncut Hindu Lund in her each hand,

“My brother, Jamīl Qāzī, has no idea.”

“Hey we aren’t Musalmīn,” said Vijaý Pratāp.

“We are just putting on a show,” Kamal Nayan Mr’tyunjaý added, “And if I’m right and you are Al Fātimah Al Wahāb you don’t mind a good tongue lashing either,”

“I sure do,” she said as she hopped onto the bed and lay on her back.

Kamal Nayan Mr’tyunjaý and Vijaý Pratāp went to either side of her and each one suckled a nipple.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ, one of my friends, spread her legs and went down on her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

One fellow called Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar lay across Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s face and fed his Uncut Hindu Lund into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Another fellow called Shiv Vikram Harihar plugged Nāzimah Shaharyār from behind whilst Trivikram Bachhalyā did the same to Lubnā Åzīm.

The room was alive with the sound of wet, wild sex.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund and rubbed it up and down the length of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot before plunging it home.

Vikās Shankar moved down to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Wahābī Musalmān snatch and began kissing at her pubes.

Kr’shñ Nārāyañ , never missing an opportunity, pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and let Nāzimah Shaharyār lick his Uncut Hindu Lund .

“Oh fuck this is too much,” cried Shiv Vikram Harihar as he quickened the pace into Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nāzimah Shaharyār reached under and grabbed his Hindu balls, which sent him right over the edge and he pumped a huge load of Hindu cum into Nāzimah Shaharyār’s tight Sunni Musalmān Choot.

He seemed to pump for minutes before collapsing onto the bed.

Nāzimah Shaharyār was rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Choot before deciding to get Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to clean her out.

Nāzimah Shaharyār moved Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar out of the way and squatted down onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s open mouth.

The sight of Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Hindu cum filled Sunni Musalmān Choot being licked out was all it took for Nārāyañ Shiv Shankar to lose the plot.

He bent Nāzimah Shaharyār over the bed head and rubbing her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass whilst pumping his Uncut Hindu Lund he sprayed an immense Hindu load all over into her Sunni Musalmān Choot , gorgeous smart ultra-modern Sunni Musalmān ass and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Not to be outdone, Kr’shñ Nārāyañ grabbed Lubnā Åzīm by the back of the head and pumped his Uncut Hindu Lund a few Times before spraying into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb ‘s Sunni Musalmān Choot .

Lubnā Åzīm did the right thing, licked, and sucked at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s fucked and wet Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Trivikram Bachhalyā was lucky last and he pulled out of Lubnā Åzīm, moved to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s mouth and Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Lubnā Åzīm, seeing what was going to happen, spun around, grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked it off.

The remaining Hindus sat back, still with hard ons, and watched as Trivikram Bachhalyā jizzed all over into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Lubnā Åzīm’s mouths and Nāzimah Shaharyār’s Sunni Musalmān Choot.***

Sidrah Aħmad didn’t know the name of the man whose Uncut Hindu Lund was in her Sunni Musalmān Choot , nor did she know the origins of the cum she could taste in the shaved Sunni Musalmān Choot she was licking.

She did know that the girl was a bit of a Katrina Kaif look-a-like, that is she was a bit skanky.

She did, however know Shankar and Hariharan the two fellows feeding their meaty Uncut Hindu Lunds into Katrina Kaif’s mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad had cleaned off Akhil Nārāyañan’s Uncut Hindu Lund when the stranger had simply knelt behind her and started in earnest to fuck her.

Akhil Nārāyañan had moved away when he saw Sidrah Aħmad’s Ammījān outside being doubled on the lawn.

The Katrina Kaif look-a-like, who opened her legs for Sidrah Aħmad and said, “Lick me”, replaced him.

Shankar and Hariharan hopped up onto the lounge soon after.

The fellow ploughing into Sidrah Aħmad came as soon as Hariharan squirted a load down onto Katrina Kaif’s fine, pert tits.

His cum was still oozing out when he was replaced by another Hindu pole.

This fellow pumped into Sidrah Aħmad for only a short while before pulling out and squirting down into her back.

Shankar knelt down and after pumping his Uncut Hindu Lund, he blew into Sidrah Aħmad’s mouth and Katrina Kaif’s shaven Sunni Musalmān Choot.***

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm was in full flight as Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr fucked her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Yeah fuck my Wahābī Musalmān Choot , fuck my gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass , fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm cried out.

“Here suck my Uncut Hindu Lund and be quiet,” said Akhil Nārāyañan as he held her head.

“Oh fuck yeah another Uncut Hindu Lund,” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm called out in joy.

A small crowd of about 10 had surrounded the moaning quartet on the lawn and were cheering them on.

“Fuck the old Wahābī Musalmān slut,” came a call, “cum all over into all her three Wahābī Musalmān holes. Fill them with Hindu Vīrý.”

Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr scooped it down onto Nafīsah Ibrāhīm’s Wahābī Musalmān Choot and gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and resumed fucking her with a renewed frenzy.

Two other Hindus got closer and began wanking their Uncut Hindu Lunds.

“You Hindus want to fuck my gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?” Nafīsah Ibrāhīm asked.

“Fuck yeah,” one said.

“Ok, you two hop off,” she said to Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr, “You can fuck me anywhere.”

The two pulled out and Akhil Nārāyañan moved away as Nafīsah Ibrāhīm stood up and said to the shortest one, “Lie down.”

He lay on the grass.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm turned her back to him and squatted down on him.

His Uncut Hindu Lund slipped easily into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She leant back and with her right hand rubbed her Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

“Now fuck my Wahābī Musalmān Choot ,” she said, “fuck it good and hard,”

He squatted down and began his assault on her slippery, oily Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

Shiv Trivikram and Vikram Naréndr were now standing on either side of her face and Akhil Nārāyañan was at the top of her head.

The fucking continued to the sounds of the lewd yells from the crowd.

“Cum all over into her,” was a familiar call that came true when the young Hindu in her Sunni Musalmān Choot pulled out and blew a sensationally huge Hindu load all over into her Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Shiv Trivikram then followed suit by shooting straight into her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm almost gagged but swallowed it all like the true professional she is.

Akhil Nārāyañan shot a watery load all over into her gorgeous Wahābī Musalmān ass whilst Vikram Naréndr blew all over into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The young Hindu fucking her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass had reached around and was now rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Clit and Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Nafīsah Ibrāhīm grabbed his Hindu balls and as he exploded into her gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass, she too squirmed with orgasmic ecstasy.***

As Al Fātimah Al Wahāb left the room she looked back in as the four Hindus were fucking Lubnā Åzīm and Nāzimah Shaharyār in the gorgeous smart ultra-modern Wahābī Musalmān ass and Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

She went downstairs to see Sidrah Aħmad still licking Katrina Kaif’s hairless snatch.

She knelt down beside her and rubbed the cum of the previous Hindu shagger around on her back.

“Let’s go upstairs,” she said “just for a while.”

They went up into the bathroom and Sidrah Aħmad turned on the bath.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb sat on the toilet, opened her legs wide and began rubbing her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Sidrah Aħmad put one leg up on the bath and began rubbing hers.

The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls continued in silence simply massaging their own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Clit s and fingering their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān twats.

They looked into each other’s eyes and slowly built themselves into an orgasmic frenzy.

After they came down and got a grip of their senses, they both embraced, kissing and fondling each other.

“Do you know something, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb?” Sidrah Aħmad asked.

“No, what?”

“I fucking love you.” Sidrah Aħmad said.

“I love you too you silly Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said laughing.

And with that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls hopped into the bath and cleaned themselves off before returning to the party below.

Chapter 14

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5. Commentary on Ved

Midterm 2012: 12

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Midterm 2012

Chapter 12

Durgesh Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī

Shankar Mahāpralayankar

Durgesh Sidrah Aħmad

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

Shortly after moving into her new home in a new apartment block, one of those trendy places that had all mod cons, including pool, spa and sauna, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī decided to try the sauna.

As it was well after midnight, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī found a towel large enough to cover her boobs and pubes and strolled down to the sauna.

Imagine her surprise to find it occupied at this time of night.

Inside there were two young Hindus whom Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had seen around the units but had not previously spoken to, sitting around naked on their towels.

Clutching their towels and covering themselves, they self-consciously welcomed her when Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī entered.

After introducing themselves, it transpired that they shared one of the larger units and, while definitely not gay, were quite accustomed to seeing each other naked.

As far as Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew, it was not possible for Hindus generally until they didn’t fuck Musalmān Beauties simultaneously together.

Well, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled, actually Hindus only thought to be proud of themselves that they fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The fact was that Hindus never fucked Musalmān Beauties.

The Musalmān Beauties themselves fucked Hindus always.

It was perhaps the ever-old Time Cycle of ancient Arabia when the Årabs didn’t have anything in abundance except their own incredibly beautiful womankind.

Perhaps the History was repeating itself more and more endlessly.

Perhaps the Musalmān Beauties were victims of this nonstop Time Cycle unknowingly, innocently even.

Why otherwise even the richest Musalmān Beauties fuck poorest Hindus?

Why otherwise even the richest Hindus fuck poorest Musalmān Beauties?

Take the present case even.

Her friend Nādirah Ħabīb was planning to manage even the poorest Musalmān Beauties to sleep with Durgesh.

They were especially cultivated for it.

Nādirah Ħabīb’s election secretary, Zamurrad Sultānah was working on exquisitely lovely Musalmān Beauties who were immensely poor.

They had to be loyal to Nādirah Ħabīb even in these worst days for Congress.

They needed money more than they needed justice.

When the heat of the sauna started to affect her, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī asked them where to cool down and I advised the pool.

Realizing that Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too was naked beneath her towel, Shankar Mahāpralayankar impishly suggested skinny-dipping was acceptable at this time of night.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was now starting to feel very hot and needed to get out of the sauna quickly, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī headed for the pool.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī surfaced after diving in, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī looked around and saw that the Hindus had followed her out.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī watched, we casually dropped our towels on the poolside bench and ambled toward the pool.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could see clearly that we were both well-endowed and quite comfortable with being exposed to her entirely unashamed brave Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān gaze.

As we jumped into the pool, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel a tingle of excitement pass through her at the thought that all three of us were naked together in the pool.

Being a successful politician of Congress Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew she needed Hindu support very much.

Nādirah Ħabīb was already enjoying it.

Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī was already enjoying it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was already enjoying it.

Why shouldn’t Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī too?

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lazed in the shallow end of the pool, feeling the water cool her body, we joined her and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī noticed that our attention was drawn to the sight of her breasts floating there, with her erect nipples just breaking the surface.

After some minutes of idle chatter, we were all cooled down sufficiently to return to the sauna.

We climbed from the water and towelled ourselves dry.

Our nakedness was now seeming quite natural.

When we returned to the sauna, I placed my towel along one of the lower seats and lay down on it.

Not wishing to appear prudish, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī followed my example and lay down on the upper seat opposite.

When Shankar Mahāpralayankar saw this, he also lay on his towel, on the bench beside me.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī next looked over at the two of us, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī noticed that our Uncut Hindu Cocks had returned to a more normal size.

We continued our discussion of earlier and while making a point, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī sat up on the edge of her bench, unwittingly giving both of us Hindu men an excellent view of her shaved excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

We soon also sat up as our attention shifted from the persuasions of her argument to the attractions of her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could not fail to notice that it was not only our attention that was being attracted by her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body; our Uncut Hindu Cocks were also noticing and growing slightly in her direction.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now either cover up and run away or admit that she, too, was becoming aroused by the proximity of our slim, young Hindu bodies.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī hate to run away, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī allowed her natural reactions to take over.

Her nipples became erect again and her legs parted slightly giving us an even better view of her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān labia.

By now, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was quite hot, both physically and emotionally, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī suggested we go swimming again to cool down.

We assisted her from her bench and when Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī attempted to wrap her towel around herself, I held it and shook my head smiling graciously at her.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī understood and together we strolled naked to the pool with each of us pointing the way.

Once in the pool and the cooling effect of the water, we congregated at the deep end with the fellows quite close on either side of her.

After a couple of what passed for accidental brushings against Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, I placed an arm around her shoulders and drew her to me.

I placed my other hand on her splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān breast and allowed it innocently to cup her.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock against her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thigh and it seemed to be bigger than it had in the sauna.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī then felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s hand slide between our bodies and cup her other splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān breast.

It was now too late to call this thing off, so Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī dropped both her hands and, taking hold of an Uncut Hindu Cock in each, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gently squeezed our Uncut Hindu Cocks.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar gasped and immediately grew hard, while I swelled somewhat but maintained sufficient control to suggest we adjourn inside.

Agreeing, we dried ourselves.

Moreover, with towels barely hiding our excitement, we went in.

As our apartment was closer, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī followed us into it.

As soon as the door was shut, I removed my towel and then tore her towel too from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī next saw Shankar Mahāpralayankar his towel was also gone. Shankar Mahāpralayankar was still hard and as Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī watched; my Uncut Hindu Prick quivered and grew until it too stood tall and proud.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now see us both clearly and noticed that we were both of slightly above average length, with my being longer, fatter, and stronger.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī smiled at me invitingly with immense appreciation.

I took her hand and led her directly to my bedroom with Shankar Mahāpralayankar following us.

In the middle of this room was a king size waterbed and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew that here it was where we needed to be.

As Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī lay down in the middle of the bed, I went to one side of her and Shankar Mahāpralayankar moved to her feet.

Immediately, I began to kiss the nearest breast and shortly my mouth had found her nipple.

I began kissing it too.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar began kissing her feet and shortly after his lips started to move up her legs.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī took My Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand and manoeuvred it toward her mouth. When he was close enough, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began licking along the length of it and sucking his balls into her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth one at a time.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had now reached the top of her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs and he opened and raised her knees without once stopping his kissing of her legs.

His kisses proceeded up from them until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel his hot Hindu breath over her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.

Releasing her knees, his hands gently opened her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān labia and Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt him move his head back slightly as he examined her now fully exposed sex with its separated lips and clitoris standing up like a toy soldier.

He then moved closer and his tongue began to circle slowly around that sensitive part.

His lips descended until they had taken in her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clit.

He started to suck on Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

That Hindu young man had a very educated Hindu mouth, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel her first orgasm begin to rise as he alternately sucked and licked at her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clit.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī now licked up My Uncut Hindu Shaft until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

After Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had kissed around my helmet, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī opened her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and slowly took my Uncut Hindu Lund into it.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could tell my appreciation of this, because my kissing on her nipple suddenly took on a new intensity.

This extra feeling was sufficient to trigger her ever first orgasm into full bloom.

Almost as if her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body knew that this was but the first of many, this orgasm was relatively gentle.

It started as heightened feelings in her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, tits and mouth and when we drew together deep in her gut, her whole body shook.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had regained her equilibrium, we changed places with me now between her smooth splendid wonderful Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs and Shankar Mahāpralayankar between her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān lips.

I had a different technique to Shankar Mahāpralayankar and spent much time kissing at her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I had parted by taking her inner labia in thumb and finger of each hand and pulled apart almost to the point of discomfort.

With her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt wide open Shankar Mahāpralayankar had buried his face in it and pushed his tongue deeper still into her love canal as though he was trying to fuck Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī with it.

Once his tongue was as deep as possible, he would remove it slowly and then lick all the way to her love button, which he would suckle on for a short time before returning his tongue deep inside her.

This had brought on her second climax of the night, even much stronger than the first.

When her climax subsided, Shankar Mahāpralayankar removed his face from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I, now moving up the bed, positioned the head of my now raging hard-on against the lips of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī stopped sucking on Shankar Mahāpralayankar and let out a small gasp around his Uncut Hindu Shaft as I began to apply pressure to the opening of her love canal and my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped smoothly into her extremely beautiful splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had momentarily stopped his suckling on her nipple and must have been watching as I penetrated Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī, because Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt a spasm pass through his Uncut Hindu Cock at the moment of my powerful ashvinātam entry.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and I somehow rolled us all around until we had positioned Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī so that Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī was squatting above me and Shankar Mahāpralayankar was kneeling in front of her.

We achieved this without once allowing My Uncut Hindu Cock to slip from her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy or Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock to leave her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

It was not new to us.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and I together had fucked so many Musalmān Beauties right from our childhood.

We were habitual of it now.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar used to tell everyone that I was his role model in almost everything.

The only exception was his games with the law of the land that I disapproved very much.

As the pressure of My hands on her shoulders compelled Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī to lie on me, Shankar Mahāpralayankar slipped his tool from her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth .

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī then felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar kissing her back and moving his lips closer to her legs.

When he reached her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass, Shankar Mahāpralayankar kissed Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī there and began to lick around her sphincter, eventually forcing a finger inside.

When, shortly after, he withdrew his finger and mouth from there they were replaced by a new pressure on her nub.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī knew that this was no finger, but his Uncut Hindu Cock.

As I became aware of what Shankar Mahāpralayankar intended, I stopped my movement and remained still, my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried deep inside her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Twat.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar slowly increased the pressure on her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass until Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel her sphincter stretching and the head of his Uncut Hindu Penis passed through that narrow opening.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar began slowly to pump in and out of her and when I felt this, I smiled and resumed pumping in her other marvellous tantalizing Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān orifice.

Although Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s initial penetration of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass was mildly painful, any discomfort was immediately replaced by the awesome feeling of those two Uncut Hindu Cocks pleasuring Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī from both sides.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had tried anal sex before, but Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī always preferred entry in the front.

The feeling of Shankar Mahāpralayankar pumping slowly in and out of her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass while I did the same to her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy sent Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī over the top yet again.

This was the strongest orgasm Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī had had all night, the force of it was so strong and her bucking and gyrating so physical that we Hindus had to stop our pumping actions and hold ourselves inside Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī as best as we could.

When Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī began to come down from the top of this incredible climax and acquired some control over her excellent exquisite Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Body, we began to fuck her in earnest.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could now feel Shankar Mahāpralayankar driving his Hindu tool into her Musalmān bowels with his balls slapping her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks at the top of each thrust, while Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel my every ridged Hindu vein as I was slamming my fat Hindu tool deepest into her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with each push of my loins.

When our motions coincided, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel both Uncut Hindu Cock heads driving together through the thin tissues separating her twin fabulous subtle Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān holes.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī felt Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock swell and stiffen as his Hindu climax neared and then with a final deep push Shankar Mahāpralayankar came inside her splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.

His hot Hindu juices were bathing her Musalmān bowels.

This triggered me too and I too lunged further into her red crimson quivering splendid delicate Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and emptied ball sac in Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.

I pumped and pumped an incredible amount of my white hot Hindu semen deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb until I too finally stopped moving and just lay under Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī recovering my breath.

All too soon, our Uncut Hindu Cocks hardened again and entered deepest once again with more Hindutv.

Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī could feel our Hindu juices now leaking from both of her recently violated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān orifices as her orgasm finally subsided.

With the sure knowledge that we were to fuck her again once more, Tahajjud Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī gathered up our Hindu male bodies and returned to her own violent eager and blissful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān responses.***

Sidrah Aħmad layback on her bed fingering her cum soaked Sunni Musalmān Choot as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb mounted the Uncut Hindu Lund of one of the Hindus they picked up at the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.

The Musalmān girls had been at the end of year presentations and they had brought home four of the lucky Hindu players for a private party.

Sidrah Aħmad had already fucked three of the Hindus and they had all shot their Hindu loads into her tight Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb now had her back to the Hindu she was riding and her nicely hairy Sunni Musalmān Choot was soaked in her Sunni Musalmān Choot juice.

The other three Hindus were sitting on the lounge and only one of them had a revived Uncut Hindu Lund.

The other two needed rest somewhat.

The Sunni Musalmān cuties were even sexier than they both had thought.

Eīshāno Vishvvédasah, how Durgesh rules on these extraordinary sexy and horniest Musalmān Beauties.

Sidrah Aħmad beckoned Vikram over to her.

He stood and walked over.

“Fuck Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s mouth” Sidrah Aħmad said to him.

Vikram went over to the other side of the bed and slipped his Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s extremely beautiful waiting Sunni Musalmān mouth.

Sidrah Aħmad crawled over to the Uncut Hindu Lund that was pounding into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot and she began licking at his balls.

Sidrah Aħmad pulled the Uncut Hindu Lund out and sucked it down her throat.

Pratāp smiled at Sidrah Aħmad,

“Thank you Sidrah darling.”

“My pleasure, Pratāp.” Sidrah Aħmad laughed playing with Pratāp’s Uncut Hindu Lund, “Only never try to dominate us Musalmān Beauties. Enjoy us and let us enjoy yourself. We are not husband and wife. Remember?”

She put Pratāp’s Uncut Hindu Lund back into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān Choot and then began sucking on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s clit.

This of course sent Al Fātimah Al Wahāb crazy and a huge orgasm racked her tiny petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Sidrah Aħmad grabbed the Uncut Hindu Lund that had fallen out of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and began sucking it again.

Pratāp was too happy to say anything.

Yes, he loved Sidrah Aħmad very much.

But he knew now Sidrah Aħmad was lady Durgesh actually.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not as horny as Sidrah Aħmad was but they had the mutual difference of nineteen and twenty only.

Sidrah Aħmad was the twenty and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was the nineteen.

Sidrah Aħmad could sense that Pratāp was going to explode so she aimed the Uncut Hindu Lund at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Sunni Musalmān snatch and gave it a few pumps.

Sure enough, it exploded.

Great loads of creamy Hindu cum sprayed up onto Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s stomach and dribbled onto her pierced belly button.

Ramesh Brahmdév in her Sunni Musalmān mouth pulled his Uncut Hindu Lund out, sprayed another load onto her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face and down onto her boobs.

Sidrah Aħmad began licking at the Hindu cum that lay on Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s well fucked by Hindus Sunni Musalmān torso.

“I hope you Hindus have had enough for tonight,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she slid of the Hindu below her. “We need to get some sleep.”

The Hindus all got up.

They began to get dressed and the two Sunni Musalmān girls just lay there playing with the Hindu cum that was drying on their Sunni Musalmān bodies.

The Musalmān girls could have been mistaken for sisters they were so alike.

They were both very slim and petite with nicely formed Sunni Musalmān tits.

They both had pierced belly buttons and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had a tattoo on her right buttock.

Brunettes both of them, however Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s hair was shoulder length whilst Sidrah Aħmad’s was down below her shoulder blade.

Neither of them shaved or waxed their Sunni Musalmān pussies nowadays for a change.

They enjoyed doing a bit of muff diving when the Hindus were scarce.

It was rare, of course.

At 28 years of age, the Sunni Musalmān girls had already had a wealth of experience behind them.

“What time will we head off in the morning?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked

“Oh about 10, I reckon,” Sidrah Aħmad answered.

The girls were travelling from Albury in the South of New South Wales up to Sydney for a 21st party at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’ s younger brothers.

“We should get there at about 5.”

They both crashed out on the bed not bothering to have a shower.***

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb awoke to find Sidrah Aħmad was in the shower having a quick tub.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb threw the sheet off and slowly spread her legs wide apart opening her Sunni Musalmān Choot to the air.

She ran her hands down the side of her body until they reached her Sunni Musalmān Choot.

She slowly began to rub her sticky Sunni Musalmān fanny as she recalled the previous night’s events.

The juices began to flow as she rubbed her Sunni Musalmān Clit.

Sidrah Aħmad came out of the shower with her hair wrapped in a towel and her dressing gown on.

“Oh for fuck’s sake, girl, stop rubbing that and get dressed” she laughed.

“Oh Sidrah Aħmad you know how horny I get after I’ve had my period.”

“You had your period two weeks ago Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.”

“I know and I’m still horny,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said as she stuck a few fingers into her Sunni Musalmān Choot, “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Why Durgesh is not in fucking me as much as the Hindu scoundrel is interested in fucking another horny Musalmān Beauties?”

“Just get dressed,” Sidrah Aħmad said as she threw her a small singlet top mini dress, “Save yourself for tonight. We don’t actually belong to the sophisticated class, the other sophisticated Musalmān Beauties belong to who make and keep with their constant nonstop efforts Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund always throbbing for them.”

“Well, what do we lack actually in your bright opinion?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled provocatively.

“You know yourself.” Sidrah Aħmad laughed, “We are Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān playgirls. We love every Uncut Hindu Lund inside our secret Musalmān holes. Durgesh loves Musalmān Beauties exclusively devoted to him or at least mostly devoted to him.”

“Well, he doesn’t hate us too. He fucks us too whenever we request him to fuck us.”

“That’s right.” Sidrah Aħmad smiled suggestively.

“What do you mean?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was suddenly all-alert.

“Durgesh doesn’t hate us too. He fucks us too whenever we request him to fuck us.”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb begrudgingly threw the dress over her head and gathered a few essentials into a small bag.

“Do you think we will need this?” she said as she picked up her vibrator.

“We won’t need it tonight but the way you are acting you may need it on the trip,” Sidrah Aħmad answered with a chuckle.

“I’ll take it then,”

The Sunni Musalmān girls locked up the house and managed to get on the road just after 9.30.

The old Corolla had seen better days and the air conditioning was knackered.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had deliberately left her knickers off so that she could entertain herself as she cruised the Hume Highway.

Sidrah Aħmad was the first to take command of the wheel and she was keen to get to the party.

She had met a few of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s brothers’ Hindu friends before.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was lying back in the passenger seat looking bored even after only 20 minutes in the car.

Jokingly she said, “Are we there yet?”

“Fuck off,” replied Sidrah Aħmad.

“Do we need fuel?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb asked.

“Yeah we’ll get some at Cu cairn.”

The car bounced along the highway and as soon as they spotted the Caltex Truck stop, they pulled in.

As Sidrah Aħmad prepared to fill up the tank, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb noticed two Hindus with Om lockets in their necks and towels etc. going into the men’s shower/ toilet block.

“You fill up, Sidrah Aħmad. I’m going to have a piss.”

“Ok,” said Sidrah Aħmad oblivious to Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s real intentions.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb threw on her sandals and almost broke into a trot as she headed for the amenities block.

“I never did have a shower this morning,” she said as she wandered into the shower area.

She went around the door and stood in front of not two but three Hindus who were all standing about in various levels of nakedness.

One Hindu was naked and in the shower, the other two were down to their undies.

“Sorry love, wrong room,” one of them smiled at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“I don’t think so,” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb winked at him as she quickly pulled the dress off.

“Ohh fuck,” said the trucker with the tattoos.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb stood before them naked and with a determined walk; she opened the door to the shower cubicle where a young Hindu, of about 28 himself, was showering.

He had soap in his eyes and when he felt Al Fātimah Al Wahāb grab his Uncut Hindu Lund and press herself against him he nearly fucked her.

“What the fuck….” he smiled.

“Shoosh,” said Al Fātimah Al Wahāb as she dropped down and took his Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Holy fuck.” Mohan Dévésh laughed, enjoying the unexpected yet utmost pleasant surprise, sucking by an extremely beautiful young Musalmān lady.

The other two truckies were now naked and firmed up as Nārāyañ Kr’shñ, the older rougher one, grabbed Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and spun her beautiful Wahābī Musalmān head around.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ grabbed his Uncut Hindu Lund and forced it into Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s gracious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Suck it you little Musalmān tart,”

“With pleasure, this sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tart is only for Hindus.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb smiled looking Nārāyañ Kr’shñ in the eye.

“Midterm 2012 Campaign to win Hindus in the favor of you Musalmān Beauties?”

“Midterm 2012 Campaign to win Hindus in the favor of us Musalmān Beauties. No Vote Bank politics will succeed now ever. Let the dirty anti Hindus go to hell now and rot there forever.”

“Hey, Musalmān Chhammak Chhallo, you are really great. Let’s fuck.” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ laughed.

“Why else do you think I’ve come here, your idiosyncrasy?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb winked at Nārāyañ Kr’shñ.

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ laughed out of sheer sexual anticipations.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb took Nārāyañ Kr’shñ’s Uncut Hindu Lund, licked around the head, and then slid it down her Wahābī Musalmān throat.

She could taste his Hindu precum already and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb knew from experience that sometimes the most aggressive Hindu lovers always came early.

Not everyone is Durgesh, she sighed.

The brunette decided to show him up, she greased his Hindu pole with her oral Musalmān saliva and wanked on it furiously.

“Wanna cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth?” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said looking at Nārāyañ Kr’shñ “Cum into my pretty Wahābī Musalmān mouth,”

When she moved her hand down to rub her Sunni Musalmān Clit it was the last straw for him and Nārāyañ Kr’shñ let loose a huge stream of his Hindu cum into her extremely lovely Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Large Hindu globs hit her Musalmān throat and ran into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Hindu Cum shot into the air and landed in her open welcoming Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

It rained into her enormously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and she was gaged in by the stinging Hindu semen.

“Ohh fuck yes you little Musalmān slut.” Nārāyañ Kr’shñ said almost collapsing.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb rubbed his Uncut Hindu Lund on her face and sucked the Hindu cum out of it.

The other two Hindus were waiting nearby but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb needed to wash the cum first.

She stood up, entered the shower stream, and doused her face in the water.

The warm water washed the sting away and she gave herself a quick wash before proceeding.

As she washed her Sunni Musalmān Choot, she looked at the two remaining Hindus.

“I need something to fill this little hole,” she said “Lie down,”

Nārāyañ Kr’shñ had picked up his mobile phone and was calling someone when Pramod Tantresh lay down on a few towels on the floor.

Nude Al Fātimah Al Wahāb squatted over nude Pramod Tantresh and dropped down onto his Uncut Hindu Lund.

She leant forward and pulled the other truckies Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely lovely Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Meanwhile Sidrah Aħmad had filled the car and was inside the service station buying some lollies and chips etc. for the trip.

The attendant behind the counter was very cute.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb glanced quickly around the restaurant and noticed only one other truckie over by the coffee machine.

He was also young and muscly.

The attendant was about to serve Sidrah Aħmad when the phone rang.

He apologized to Sidrah Aħmad and picked up the phone.

“Hello Cu cairn Roadhouse Narottam Chauhān speaking.”

“G’ day Nārāyañ Kr’shñ. ”

“Who’s in the shower?”

When Sidrah Aħmad heard shower her ears pricked up.

“Sorry she’s what,” he said turning away from Sidrah Aħmad.

“I’ll lock up and be right over,” he said hanging up. “That is 34 dollars. Thanks luv,”

He took the money and gave Sidrah Aħmad her change.

He called out across the restaurant to the other truckie.

“Hey Gajānan Yogvipr, come with me, we need your help.”

“What’s going on?”

Narottam Chauhān snuck over to him but was still in the earshot of Sidrah Aħmad.

“We have a goer in the shower block.”

“Fair Dinkum?”

“Yep, let’s go.”

“Excuse me ma’am,” Narottam Chauhān said, “We have to lock up,”

“Why? What’s the problem?”

The two Hindus looked at each other and chuckled.

“We umm have a situation in the shower blocks which needs our urgent attention.” Narottam Chauhān said as he ushered her out the door.

Sidrah Aħmad watched them break into a trot as they jetted towards the showers.

Once she noticed that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was not back in the car her suspicions were confirmed.

She took a deep breath and headed towards the shower block.

There was no way that Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was going to have all the fun.

Chapter 13

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The extent

Chapter 15

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah

Ålī Al Wahāb saw doctors
and shrinks when Ålī Al Wahāb was younger.

The doctors told him there was nothing physically wrong.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew it.

The shrinks pondered, thought, and asked more questions.

One shrink even stated that it was likely Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings.

This Ålī Al Wahāb knew was possible, but not really the problem: As an adolescent, nothing got his cum boiling quicker than jacking off to a nice Musalmān blonde with her legs spread across the centre pages of Playboy.

Although Ålī Al Wahāb was not averse to seeing pictures of Uncut Hindu Cocks, and certainly was doing a thorough exploration of his own, Ålī Al Wahāb still preferred a nice Musalmān pussy!

The problem was, Ålī Al Wahāb realized as Ålī Al Wahāb passed through his teenage years, that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted women to dominate him.

Well, he was not alone.

Most of his Musalmān friends were similar.

But they never accepted the truth.

It was almost a relief when Ålī Al Wahāb finally discovered that this was what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted.

It meant that Ålī Al Wahāb no longer had to worry about what his problem was.

Now all Ålī Al Wahāb had to worry about was how to fulfill it!

His first couples of sexual experiences were far from memorable.

At high school, Ålī Al Wahāb was a slightly built lad; not keen on sports and stood only 5’7″ tall, but facially Ålī Al Wahāb was good looking and he had been told Ålī Al Wahāb had a good personality.

Ålī Al Wahāb was painfully shy and it seemed inevitable that the girl would have to make the first advance towards him.

Fātimah was the first.

She let him feel her small tits under her white school blouse and squealed in his ear as her tight pussy swallowed two of his fingers while they were parked one night in her Dad’s car.

But as soon as her fingers wrapped around his swollen shaft to return the favor – his passion died!

It was the main problem with Ålī Al Wahāb.

Well, not only with Ålī Al Wahāb.

But, it was no comfort.

At least he had the problem.

He was one of those most of the Årab Musalmān Sheikħs who were almost always dominant when it was any other problem than sex.

But almost always submissive when it came to sex.

So many royal authorized and unauthorized researches were made.

Some were open; some were even confidential, yet funded by the royal government itself, clandestinely.

Yet, no solution could be found that was actually effective.

It was a perplexity that most of the Årab Musalmān Sheikħs, and in fact most of the aggressive Musalmīn actually themselves wanted to be cuckolded in their own bedrooms and homes.

When what happened with Fātimah, the same thing happened with Laylah bint Masåūd and Umamah bint Zaynab, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that if Ålī Al Wahāb carried on like this, Ålī Al Wahāb would get the sort of reputation that a growing lad doesn’t need.

What he didn’t know was that the Årab World had female domination almost always before Ħuzūr^s.

Even in the period of Ħuzūr^s it could not be abolished absolutely.

It was only under process then.

Even Ħuzūr^s had to serve his wife, Kħadījah Al Kubrah before their marriage.

He was her business manager.

Moreover, the Counter Revolution was also the success of Female Domination in entire Ummat-e-Muslimah.

It was prevalent in Musalmīn.

He and his other similar friends were suffering from it.

They could not fight the mighty time cycle of female domination and cuckolding in Årab World and Ummat-e-Muslimah.

It was infinite in Param Vyom, the Absolute Space.

It wasn’t until about a year later that all the pieces finally fell into place.

One of the lads at school got hold of a porn film and invited some of them back to his house to watch it during the lunch break.

His parents were at work and his older sister would not be home for at least another two hours, he assured them.

They all grabbed cokes and snacks and planked themselves on the couch as Ůmar Fārūq fed the tape into the machine.

From the very first scene, Ålī Al Wahāb was hooked.

A young Musalmān, blindfolded and handcuffed was being forced to eat a Musalmān Beauty‘s pussy.

Her legs were over his shoulders as she sat and he kneeled between her thighs.

She wore long spiked heels and drummed them on her “slave’s” back as his tongue lapped and laved her towards a crashing orgasm.

As the film continued in the same vein, scene after scene, the other Musalmān lads in the room became restless and bored.

It seemed it was only Ålī Al Wahāb that had to keep crossing his legs in an attempt to hide an extremely powerful erection.

They hooted and chided the Musalmīn in the film as they submitted to their Musalmān mistress’ demands.

They laughed derisively as one after another, the Musalmīn were used as objects for the Musalmān Beauties’ amusement and comfort.

All through class that afternoon, Ålī Al Wahāb kept seeing the images from the film in his mind’s eye.

Ålī Al Wahāb was like a walking penis.

His erection was bursting through his pants and the first thing that Ålī Al Wahāb did after sprinting all the way home, was to dive into his bedroom, lock the door and jerk himself off as fast as possible.

Ålī Al Wahāb came and came that afternoon, his cum shooting from the end of his young cock in huge, never-ending spurts that splashed his school clothes and bedspread.

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t care though.

Ålī Al Wahāb had found the answer to his Musalmān problems!

The years rolled onwards but his feelings stayed the same.

As the rest of the Musalmīn, his Bhogyantrānk was continuously diminishing, converting itself into Āgamānk and Bhāvānk.

Ålī Al Wahāb went to singles bars and clubs, but never approached a Musalmān Beauty himself.

He found obsessed with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

But even then, he never dreamed to fuck her.

Ålī Al Wahāb always dreamed of eating her Musalmān Pussy and even to lick and tongue fuck her gorgeous Musalmān ass.

Night after night Ålī Al Wahāb waited at the bar alone, just hoping that a Musalmān Beauty would come up to him and take control — the very thought of it had his cock hardening instantly!

And then Ålī Al Wahāb met Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Better!

Ålī Al Wahāb could never dare to ask Al Fātimah Al Wahāb to dominate him.

She would make a joke of him.

Well, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah , at just over 6 feet tall, towered over Ålī Al Wahāb.

Her striking features, long legs and large, firm chest made her seem almost Amazonian.

Ålī Al Wahāb was captivated as soon as Ålī Al Wahāb saw her and when she wandered up to him and, without even asking what Ålī Al Wahāb wanted, ordered him a drink, Ålī Al Wahāb knew that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to spend the rest of his life with Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb could be proposed afterward.

They were married after two short months and have been together ever since.

In most parts of their lives, they were equal partners; except for their sex life.

This was her domain, a domain where she was in complete control.

His adoration for her body was unconditional: Ålī Al Wahāb worshiped it as if it were a Masjid of lust.

In the bedroom, she was his queen, his goddess.

Ålī Al Wahāb was alive purely for her pleasure and satisfaction and this suited them both perfectly.

Over the years, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had varied their sex lives tremendously, but being humiliated by her, had always been one of his favorites.

She had a huge appetite for sex, and Ålī Al Wahāb had lost count of the frequency of times that Ålī Al Wahāb had been forced to watch as I had sampled her ample charms in front of Ålī Al Wahāb.

For example, only last week she had Ålī Al Wahāb kneeling, naked in the corner of their bedroom, and I fucked her for over seven days and nights nonstop.

She sucked on my Uncut Hindu Cock and then allowed me to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and even her firm round perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before we were both satisfied.

When I was gone, Ålī Al Wahāb’s job, as usual, was to kneel between her thighs and lick her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clean with his tongue.

Ålī Al Wahāb found the mixture of her nectar combined with my salty Hindu male seed, completely irresistible.

When Ålī Al Wahāb had finished his task, bringing Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah to another powerful orgasm as Ålī Al Wahāb did, his sweet Musalmān wife allowed him to jerk himself off over her wonderful breasts.

Their sexual antics had been confined to this type of voyeuristic humiliation and degradation until just a few days ago.

It was a Saturday and Ålī Al Wahāb had been out shopping for a few provisions.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had packed him off with a deep loving kiss, promising Ålī Al Wahāb a surprise on his return.

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know what to expect as Ålī Al Wahāb returned to their house, but Ålī Al Wahāb was certainly not prepared for the sight that greeted him.

As Ålī Al Wahāb opened the lounge door Ålī Al Wahāb found Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, dressed in her leather gear and holding a riding crop.

As Ålī Al Wahāb expected, she was not alone.

Flanking her on either side were Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his one hundred fifteen Hindu commandos were also there.

Ålī Al Wahāb was at the same time shivering inside and yet pleased also very much.

So, these were the sophisticated Hindus who played the role of the dirty, uneducated/under educated Hindus he wanted to punish Al Fātimah Al Wahāb with?

Allah Allah!

Shankar Mahāpralayankar had fooled him absolutely.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb deliberately, knowingly returned there as if thoroughly dishonored.

Actually, she enjoyed every moment of her so-called punishment.

And when returned, she laughed at him when Ålī Al Wahāb announced her departure from there.

“First you have to lick the Hindu semen of one hundred fifteen Hindus from my body, Ålī Al Wahāb. Clean it with your expert tongue as you clean the Hindu semen of Durgesh, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.”

Ålī Al Wahāb whirled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

But Shankar Mahāpralayankar was smiling shrewdly.

Ålī Al Wahāb looked at Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

“Are you crazy? Haven’t you heard what I said? You have to leave. I’ve already married Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.”

“That’s all right.”Al Fātimah Al Wahāb said triumphantly, “Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah is my friend, Ålī Al Wahāb. I sent her to you myself. Sorry, I asked her not to tell you before.”

Ålī Al Wahāb was dumbfounded.

“What?”

“You Musalmīn depend on violence very much, Ålī Al Wahāb. Actually, violence is not the lost resort to you Musalmīn. It’s the first resort to you. Naturally, you Musalmīn could not develop your dead brain consequently. We Musalmān Beauties did it.”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed derisively.

Ålī Al Wahāb lost even the color of his face.

“You dead brain Musalmīn, therefore, are no match for us Musalmān Beauties, as it comes to comparison of our wits. Only Hindus can match wits with us. We Musalmān Beauties belong to Hindus, you moron, try to understand this cold and hard immortal universal fact. You dead brain Musalmīn don’t deserve us. Just clean us after the Hindus fuck us. Go ahead. Or should I have to request Shankar Mahāpralayankar to make you follow my wishes?”

Ålī Al Wahāb put the bag of shopping down and looked at all the one hundred eighteen of us.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that his wife and I had been lovers on several occasions; Ålī Al Wahāb had watched us many times, but, until now, Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t know that my Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was absolutely not with him.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was obviously in no mood to waste time and immediately ordered Ålī Al Wahāb into his usual, submissive kneeling position in front of her.

Ålī Al Wahāb obeyed without hesitation and lowered his eyes to the floor; a practiced action born out of respect for his wife and her Hindu lover, me.

Ålī Al Wahāb had noticed one hundred eighteen identical chairs behind us, and as Ålī Al Wahāb sank to the ground, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb took the two outside seats, while I seated myself between them.

Ålī Al Wahāb had noted that his wife was wearing a short leather mini skirt, leather boots and a black leather bodice.

His wife and I were dressed in our normal street clothes, but Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s skirt was also very short.

“You may look up now!” Ålī Al Wahāb heard Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah’s commanding tones.

His head slowly came up and Ålī Al Wahāb looked directly towards us.

All one hundred eighteen were smiling; almost smirking, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

Ålī Al Wahāb could now see the reason for the short length of the girls’ skirts.

Both Musalmān Beauties had their legs open as they sat and, without the benefit of panties, Ålī Al Wahāb was treated to an unobstructed view of two neatly trimmed Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mounds.

There was a bit of shuffling on chairs as both of the Musalmān Beauties wriggled the short skirts up to their waists and spread their legs wider while I unzipped my jeans and withdrew a large, slack Uncut Hindu Lund.

Yes, it was an Uncut Hindu Lund, not penis at all.

Something so large, so thick, and so stout cannot be called a penis.

It was definitely an Uncut Hindu Lund, Musalmān Beauties are so ravenous of.

“You may watch for a while until I tell you otherwise.,” continued Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah.

Ålī Al Wahāb did not even intend to do otherwise.

He watched me drop each of my hands between the Musalmān Beauties’ outstretched legs.

I begin to stroke their wet lips with my expert Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was beginning to twitch a little and show signs of life.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb let her hand encircle my Hindu shaft while his wife, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah cupped my Hindu balls and lovingly toyed with the heavy Hindu sac.

All one hundred eighteen were still looking and smirking at Ålī Al Wahāb as we masturbated each other.

After a few minutes, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb were starting to moan as My Uncut Hindu Lund flashed in and out of their gaping holes and flicked over their clits.

For his part, I was now fully erect, at least ten inches, Ålī Al Wahāb guessed, and Ålī Al Wahāb could see small beads of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the tip of my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock as the Musalmān Beauties squeezed and stroked me.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb came first.

A long, low groan escaped her lips and her fingers tightened around her Hindu lover’s shaft as the orgasm began.

Ålī Al Wahāb watched her legs tremble as her feet went up on her tiptoes and her thighs spread even further.

I continued to fuck her while the climax roared through her body, and only slowed when she felt Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, on my other side begin the same process.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more vocal and a little more animated.

Her hips bucked from the chair as if to try to get more of my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

She howled loudly and her juice practically spurted from her hole, soaking my entire Uncut Hindu Lund.

“We are ready to be cleansed now!” said Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah as she and Al Fātimah Al Wahāb relaxed slightly.

It seemed obvious that this had all been planned well in advance.

Like a theatre production, we all seemed to know exactly what to do.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew what was required of him.

Ålī Al Wahāb began to crawl on his hands and knees towards his wife’s spread legs.

Amazing, he was enjoying it too.

Why?

He didn’t know.

But the truth was that Ålī Al Wahāb was enjoying his humiliation even more than both the Musalmān Beauties were enjoying it.

However, Ålī Al Wahāb never allowed his body language to depict it.

“No! Visitors first.” Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah said as Ålī Al Wahāb approached, swatting him with the leather riding crop.

Ålī Al Wahāb changed direction instantly.

There was no way that Ålī Al Wahāb wanted to incur the wrath of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Mistress, especially with that riding crop.

Ålī Al Wahāb was not into pain, but the thought of it sent shivers down his spine and Ålī Al Wahāb could feel certain tightness in his pants caused by a throbbing erection.

Allah, he was enjoying his humiliation once more.

Is he really crazy now?

His face came up in a line with Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s naked, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ålī Al Wahāb could smell the sweet, musky fragrance.

“Clean her! Do it now, dirty Musalmān slave!” cried Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, “don’t keep my friend waiting!”

Ålī Al Wahāb felt the humiliation of her words excite him and strengthen his erection as Ålī Al Wahāb began the pleasant task of tongue-bathing Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān snatch.

Her fingers held her labia wide open exposing the twitching button of her clitoris as his tongue swept in long, practiced stokes up and down the length of her slit.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt hands on the back of his head dragging him even closer to the gaping hole as, once again, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb shook her way to a second orgasm and Ålī Al Wahāb had to begin the cleaning process all over again.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah had been watching and inspecting his work as Ålī Al Wahāb cleansed her friend.

Finally, she had seen enough and ordered Ålī Al Wahāb to start on her.

Quickly Ålī Al Wahāb changed position and knelt in between his wife’s spread thighs.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was more used to his cleaning process, but still felt the need to grind his face into her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Ålī Al Wahāb laved over her slit.

When Ålī Al Wahāb had finished, his entire face was streaked with a combination of the two Musalmān Beauties’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vaginal fluid.

Ålī Al Wahāb went to move back to his original position in front of all one hundred eighteen of them when his wife’s stern voice stopped him in his tracks.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she asked sarcastically, “You hadn’t finished yet!”

Ålī Al Wahāb followed her eyes towards my throbbing and erect tool.

Oh no! Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

She couldn’t mean that, surely not!

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah saw his hesitation and smirked again, her lips turning upwards in a cruel twist.

She brandished the crop.

“Unless you want to feel the kiss of the leather, you will do as you have been told!”

There was nothing Ålī Al Wahāb could do.

Neither had he himself wanted to do anything else.

He had lost not only his Bhogyantrānk.

He had lost his Bhāvānk immensely as well.

No Stavan!

No Mandr.

He had converted his entire Bhogchakr into his Āgamānk and Āgamānk only, unknowingly the perfect science working behind it.

He claimed it was a nonsense and gross superstition of Hindus.

Yet he never realized, nor even cared a damn, that it was working perfectly, irrespective of whether he believed it or not.

That was the only mistake of the Musalmīn, the Christians, the Jews, the atheists and of all the rest of the non-Hindus.

They always laughed at Hindus whenever they knew of anything of ancient Hindu sciences, appropriately and duly updated and modernized now by Durgesh and his dirty sexy friends and followers.

It was as if she owned him completely now.

Whatever physical strength Ålī Al Wahāb might have, he could not win the one hundred fifteen thoroughly trained Hindu commandos of Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Ålī Al Wahāb had never before even touched another man’s Uncut Hindu Lund, but as Ålī Al Wahāb crawled nearer towards it and saw again the beads of pre-cum forming at the tip, an excited flutter began in the pit of his stomach.

He smelt manly; a musky Hindu aroma that was not unpleasant.

Ålī Al Wahāb closed his eyes, his lips parting in a submissive “O” as his head lowered slowly.

Too slowly apparently.

Suddenly strong hands were behind his head pulling him insistently downwards.

Strong, muscular, male Hindu hands.

Ålī Al Wahāb submitted, as Ålī Al Wahāb knew Ålī Al Wahāb must.

The tip of my engorged Hindu weapon speared his lips and with a jerk, slid over his tongue.

Ålī Al Wahāb gagged as it hit his throat; an involuntary action that provoked a giggle from the two Musalmān Beauties as they watched.

As Ålī Al Wahāb began to get used to the sensation, Ålī Al Wahāb reflected back to his childhood and briefly thought about the psychiatrist who maintained that Ålī Al Wahāb was suppressing homosexual feelings — maybe he was right, Ålī Al Wahāb thought.

Why otherwise was he enjoying it too?

He was a gay actually.

And even if so, it was okay with him.

He didn’t care even a bit.

He was not all alone.

For four or five minutes, Shankar Mahāpralayankar used his mouth as a receptacle for my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was not as if Ålī Al Wahāb was sucking me off, I was just using his oral orifice like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy: just as a place to fuck my Uncut Hindu Cock into.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb insisted on it.

Ålī Al Wahāb could feel every bump and vein in my Hindu shaft as it ploughed his Musalmān mouth.

Ålī Al Wahāb began to enjoy the smooth texture of the Hindu head as it stroked over his Musalmān tongue and was disappointed when he suddenly stopped.

“Oh no you don’t, my little bitch!” I chided, “I got plans for my Hindu cum. You’re not going to get it in your mouth! I have two extraordinary Musalmān Beauties here to serve me.”

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah was on the floor beside me.

She whispered in his ear.

“That’s right, honey. You’re about to make the ultimate sacrifice for me and lose your cherry!”

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had joined her.

She spoke in his other ear.

“Don’t worry, Baby. My very good. He’s fucked me up the ass many times. You had to do this for Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, though – So you will belong to her completely. You would not be left alone however. When Durgesh fucks us two Musalmān Beauties, you would enjoy Shankar Mahāpralayankar and his one hundred fifteen Hindu commandos Al Fātimah Al Wahāb has already enjoyed, you know. Your impotent Musalmān ass is very lucky to get such experienced Uncut Hindu Lunds into it.”

Ålī Al Wahāb didn’t have much time to think.

Ålī Al Wahāb would not have argued, Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah knew that, but she or Al Fātimah Al Wahāb didn’t even give him the chance.

Both Musalmān Beauties were suddenly on top of Ålī Al Wahāb, pulling him to the centre of the room.

His jeans were quickly unbuckled, and, with his underwear, unceremoniously discarded on the floor in a heap.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that the girls were right.

This was the ultimate sacrifice and Ålī Al Wahāb did have to endure it.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah held Ålī Al Wahāb firmly in an “all fours” position on the carpet.

His cut Musalmān nūnī was hard and throbbed wildly between his legs.

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah rubbed it swiftly with her hand while Al Fātimah Al Wahāb opened her top and, scooping out one of her breasts, stuck her hard, pointed left nipple into his mouth.

“Suck your Ammī’s milk, sonny.” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb laughed.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was very hard on Musalmīn.

She never left any chance to disgrace them.

She loved Uncut Hindu Cocks exclusively.

She loved Uncut Hindu Cocks to the extent Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was obsessed with them, as Sidrah Aħmad was.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb was one more Sidrah Aħmad.

And in fact, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Clubs and Ashvinātam Gangbang Clubs had so many Sidrah Aħmads and Al Fātimah Al Wahābs.

The Ummat-e-Muslimah, as a whole even, could never fight with these Sidrah Aħmads and Al Fātimah Al Wahābs.

Their ever-irritating Panjvaqtah Namāz was so disgracing that even the entire Ummat-e-Muslimah had absolutely surrendered to them for a very long time.

Since the days of Yazīd malåūn even.

And perhaps even before that.

How could anyone stop anyone from performing salwāt five times a day?

Ålī Al Wahāb sucked on the stiff bud while his wife milked his cut Musalmān nūnī like a cow.

Ålī Al Wahāb could feel the tension rising in his loins and knew that Ålī Al Wahāb would cum sooner rather than later.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt a dildo cold with lubricant, enter his exposed back passage.

His cut Musalmān nūnī spasmed.

His balls contracted and a stream of thick white semen spilled onto the pile of the carpet beneath him.

As his climax subsided, Ålī Al Wahāb felt a second dildo join the first.

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

The dildos twisted and turned opening him, widening him for what Ålī Al Wahāb knew was about to happen.

Then Ålī Al Wahāb felt it.

The dildos from his ass withdrew and, for a brief second, Ålī Al Wahāb felt only emptiness.

But only for a second.

The next moment his whole world turned into a blinding white light that seemed to centre in his ass.

The pain was excruciating but at the same time exquisite and lasted for only a few seconds.

Ålī Al Wahāb felt his anal passage widen as it accepted the invading presence of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s large Uncut Hindu weapon with full force.

The dildos were used actually to make space for it.

The lubricant felt good but a little cold as Shankar Mahāpralayankar grunted behind Ålī Al Wahāb and thrust deeper.

Another stab of pain, but this time it vanished quickly and was replaced by a warm glowing sensation as Shankar Mahāpralayankar began to fuck Ålī Al Wahāb with long, slow Hindu strokes.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah were still at his head.

Now they both were topless.

And they were even whispering words of encouragement to him while they pressed their tits against his face.

“Oh, honey,” cooed his wife, “Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock feels so good, doesn’t it? I know. That big Uncut Hindu Dick had been up Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass on many an occasion!”

“She is right!” Al Fātimah Al Wahāb joined in “And when Shankar Mahāpralayankar cums, you’re gonna feel all that juice go right up inside you…..mmm….that’s good baby…..suck on his nipple….ooohhhh yes…bite it a little…mmmmm lovely!”

Shankar Mahāpralayankar continued to shaft Ålī Al Wahāb’s Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān butt for nearly one hour.

The pain had all but gone and, to be honest, Ålī Al Wahāb was completely enjoying himself.

Now, it was confirmed thus, that Ålī Al Wahāb and all his three Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn friends were gays actually.

They wanted it themselves.

They loved it themselves very much.

Yes, their wives were doing it to them to disgrace them, to punish them and to revenge them.

But none of them was really feeling disgraced.

On the contrary, they were enjoying it, even grateful and indebted to their Musalmān wives.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb had somewhat bigger tits than his wife did.

The nipples were small yet stiff.

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that they must had been incredibly sensitive, because she orgasmed again as Ålī Al Wahāb bit down on them gently.

Just as Al Fātimah Al Wahāb’s body shook, so Ålī Al Wahāb could feel Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock swell inside Ålī Al Wahāb .

Ålī Al Wahāb knew that this was it – Shankar Mahāpralayankar was going to cum in his Musalmān ass!

The head of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Cock expanded again and stretched Ålī Al Wahāb .

Shankar Mahāpralayankar gasped.

Ålī Al Wahāb gasped.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar grunted again.

Ålī Al Wahāb did likewise as Ålī Al Wahāb felt the first jet of Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu semen coat his Saůūdī Årab Musalmān insides.

Two, three more spurts,

Allah!

Yā Allaaaaah!

Endless?

And Shankar Mahāpralayankar wrenched his mighty Hindu shaft from Ålī Al Wahāb’s dilated Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hole after leaving the rest of his Hindu seed into his Musalmān ass.

The thick, white Hindu liquid pooling at the base of his spine and almost scorching his skin with its heat.

Yet, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was not the only one.

There were one hundred fifteen more.

Ålī Al Wahāb forgot he was also a male once.

He was only a gay now.

He enjoyed every Uncut Hindu Lund in his gay Musalmān gānđ.

Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and I am now a regular feature of their sex lives, as they are of ours.

Ålī Al Wahāb now maintains that he has homosexual tendencies and that any Hindu man that is interested in fucking him is always welcome, if he has approval of Al Fātimah Al Wahāb.

Or on request of Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah, Ålī Al Wahāb’s wife?!

Mistress, actually.

And she requests Al Fātimah Al Wahāb that quite regularly!

Kħawlah bint Jåfar al-Hanafiyyah makes Ålī Al Wahāb wear a wide butt plug a lot of the time so that Ålī Al Wahāb will widen and become more comfortable for Uncut Hindu Lunds.

Now that Ålī Al Wahāb was used to the feeling, Ålī Al Wahāb had to say that it is not at all unpleasant.

Instead, it’s very pleasant.

Ålī Al Wahāb now maintains his life may be degrading, but it is definitely perfect and more enjoyable even than it was before!

Chapter 16

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