Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Durgesh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus
Shaguftah Jamīl

Chapter 38

I had just enough time for another couple of hours of sleep before I had to get up and get ready for my beautiful sex therapy patients.
They needed me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus had a way of totally exhausting me and thoughts of what might happen this weekend with Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, had me smiling in anticipation.
“See, I didn’t poison you after all,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said as we finished dinner.
“Nothing fast acting, anyway,” I teased.
“You liked what I made so don’t even try it! You ate two servings.”
“It was actually pretty good,” I admitted.
“Don’t sound so surprised.” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sounded annoyed, but she was fighting back a smile.
She had noticed my erection for her.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was proud of it.
The house was quiet and it was just the two of us.
We were both in a good mood.
“Did Al Furqān Al Firdaus call while I was with my beautiful sex therapy patients?” I asked, wondered how Al Furqān Al Firdaus was doing.
“Yes, she made it in fine,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied. “She told us to have fun and to keep the party down to a dull roar.”
“Eīshān! Has she changed?” I laughed.
“She was just kidding.” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus paused and had a thoughtful expression for a Moment. “On the other hand, it did sound like she was condoning us having a party. Do we disappoint her?”
“I don’t know. If we have people over, I might have to sleep alone tonight, and that doesn’t really interest me.”
A party did sound good, but spending time alone with Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sounded even better.
“Me neither,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, smiling at me sexily.
A Moment later she was in my arms and we were kissing.
I had Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, half out of her clothes right there in the kitchen when someone knocked on the side door.*

She froze and we frowned at each other.
“We could ignore whoever it is?” she offered, but she wasn’t hopeful.
Whoever it was, knew us, because they came to the side door.
“Hey!” we heard Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, cry. “Abbū told me Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus was going out of town. Let us in!”
“There goes that idea,” I sighed.
“You go get it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said as she reached for her clothes on the floor. “I’ll be right back.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus ran into the bathroom while I opened the door.
“Hey Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!” Shaguftah Jamīl grinned as she walked in.
“Hello, Shaguftah Jamīl, Shankar,” I said. “I supposed Ashok and Sabīħah Åbbās aren’t far behind you?”
“They had plans for tonight,” Shankar replied. “But when Shaguftah Jamīl heard that you two were alone, she insisted we visit.”
“That’s because your parents aren’t much better than my damn fool criminal Musalmān mankind,” Shaguftah Jamīl grinned. “We never get any time alone.”
“Sounds like someone’s horny,” I laughed.
“Would you believe the last time we were together was that night we slept over here?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked rhetorically.
Her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes shined.
“It also sounds like someone’s been drinking,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus added as she finally joined us.
“I might have had a little too much wine at dinner,” Shaguftah Jamīl laughed.
“Might?” Shankar grinned.
“Jerk!” Shaguftah Jamīl snapped, but then gave Shankar a kiss that had to make his toes curl.
“I take it you two want to borrow one of the bedrooms?” I asked.
“Please,” Shankar said.
I shook my head.
“Use the guest room,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “And make sure you clean up after you’re done.” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and I watched as the two made their way upstairs.
“You do know that this is exactly what Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t want to happen?” I asked when they were gone.
“Yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sighed. “But Shaguftah Jamīl is family. Are we supposed to kick her out?”
“We could call your brother, Anwar?” I offered.
“Yeah,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said sarcastically. “That’s a good idea!”

We looked at each other in silence.
I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and the feeling was mutual based on the way she was looking at me.
The intensity of our desire peaked momentarily, but instead of reaching for each other we both started laughing.
“You want to watch a movie?” I asked.
“Why not,” she said. “They can’t spend the night. Anwar Bhāījān knows Al Furqān Al Firdaus is out. I’m sure Shaguftah Jamīl will have to go home.”
“Eventually,” I sighed. “It’s still pretty early.”
“Eventually,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, agreed, but then she smiled sexily and added, “Although, I’m sure they won’t be down for a while.”
“What do you have in mind?” I asked, smiling now too.
“Nothing too crazy,” she replied. “We can’t take the chance of being caught.”
“True,” I said. “But if we do anything, I’m not sure I’ll be able to control myself.”
“Come on MuslimātRamañ,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus grinned. “You’re all about control.”
“Of others,” I laughed. “My self control only goes so far.”
“Let’s see if we can work on that,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, taking my hand and leading me to the couch in the living room. “You sit here.”
“Where are you sitting?” I frowned.
She obviously had something in mind.
“Over here,” she smiled, sitting on the recliner in the corner of the room.
It was Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s chair.
She liked to read on it.
You didn’t have a particularly good view of the television from it, but it was comfortable and you could see the stairway that led to the bedrooms.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus pulled a blanket over herself.
“Now what?” I asked.
“We watch television of course,” she said.
“Wouldn’t you have a better view from here?” I asked, patting the couch cushion next to mine.
“I like the view from here fine,” she replied.
I shrugged and put the television on.
I had no idea what she had in mind, but I figured I’d find out eventually.
I received a hint of what she was planning when she added, “Put on channel 70.”

I smiled and nodded in understanding.
Channel 70 wasn’t full-fledged porn or anything, but there was a lot of skin.
They used to sneak out of their rooms and watching it late at night some times as a kid.
“Bring back memories, MuslimātRamañ?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
Obviously, she knew what I used to do.
“Some,” I admitted.
“For me too,” she smiled. “You don’t think you’re the only one who used to watch this channel late at night for the thrill of it, do you?”
“Yeah, but you got to do it in your room.”
“You’re not still mad at that, are you?” she laughed.

The cable provider we used allowed for three televisions in the house with full access to all of the channels Al Furqān Al Firdaus paid for.
Any additional televisions would only get the basic channels unless Al Furqān Al Firdaus was willing to pay more.
She wasn’t.
“Let’s not go there,” I said, remembering how mad I was when Al Furqān Al Firdaus chose the living room, her bedroom and Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s for the full service televisions.
“I am the Judge,” she grinned.
“You don’t even watch much television!” I snapped, but then realized how I sounded and took a deep breath.
“Did you ever think that Al Furqān Al Firdaus gave me all the stations exactly because of that?” she asked. “You used to stay up late and watch television every chance you could. Imagine how bad it would have been if you had all the channels.”

“True,” I admitted thoughtfully, but then grinned and added, “This one alone would have exhausted me in my extremely beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends.”

“It did,” she laughed. “Every time you snuck out and watched it late at night.”

“I didn’t do it that often,” I said.

“Only when you were really horny,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, but then laughed again and added, “Which for a horniest Hindu meant every chance you got!”

“I wasn’t that bad!” I argued, but I was laughing now too.

“Sure you were,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus disagreed. “In fact, if I didn’t catch you and threaten to tell Al Furqān Al Firdaus you probably would have watched it every night and fucked Al Furqān Al Firdaus Bājī’s entire Musalmān ladyfriends eventually.”
“Don’t remind me,” I smiled.
We hadn’t talked about what happened in years.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, had caught me fucking her elder sister’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ladyfriends red handed so to speak.

It was definitely one of the most embarrassing things that had ever happened to her Musalmān ladyfriends.
Up until this Moment, they’d been able to block it from their mind.
“Oh relax,” she said. “You were a Hindu doing what Hindus do with us beautiful Musalmān houseladies. It’s too common now to notice even. Everyone has accepted now, taken it for granted actually that we Hindu males and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are bound to fuck whenever we get opportunity. The only reason why I threatened to tell Al Furqān Al Firdaus it was because I figured if I could catch you by accident, then so could she.”

“So, what exactly are we doing here?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Well,” she said, smiling sexily. “I was thinking that you could do what you were doing that night I caught you.”
“No way!” I smiled, teasing her despite how our relationship changed recently.
“Don’t worry,” she grinned. “After you’re done, I can masturbate at least.”
“Really?” I asked in surprise.
“We Musalmān girls too do it,” she laughed. “Don’t you think I took care of things by myself in my room some nights?” I never thought about it,” I frowned, realizing just how embarrassed the picture of Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus playing with herself got to me.
“I promise if you go first, you’ll be able to fuck your Musalmān ladyfriend you call more than think about it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, and then when I hesitated she added, “Come on, forget to call your Musalmān ladyfriend even now. I’ll do it with you, okay!”
“I thought I was the bossy one in this family,” I smiled.
“Sorry, you are when it comes to this type of stuff,” she laughed. “And Al Furqān Al Firdaus likes to be controlled. Me, I can go either way, but I wasn’t trying to boss you around. I just think this will be really hot. I’ve never enjoyed it in real life.”
“It’s too weird,” I sighed.
“Come on, for me? Please?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
I nodded slowly.

“I’ll let you give me a shot, but I don’t know,” I said. “Make sure to keep an eye out for Shaguftah Jamīl and Shankar.”
“Cool!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried excitedly. “Just remember, we have to stay over there keeping some distance between us. We can’t get near each other too much, except that I play with your Uncut Hindu Lund, or we’ll both lose control.”

I shook my head and focused on the television, or should I say I tried to focus on it.
It wasn’t easy with someone playing with me.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus began rubbing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund through my sweats when the first pair of boobs popped out on the screen.
I did harden slightly, but I was still too distracted trying to ignore Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus.
A few minutes later, I was ready to quit.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus…” I began, looking at her, but stopped when I saw her blanket moving. “Oh wow!”
“I’m sorry,” she sighed.
The blanket stopped moving.
“Just the thought of watching you is getting to me.”
“If playing with me is really what turns you on,” I grinned, finally knowing how to give her what she wanted. “Then keep doing what you were doing a Moment ago.”

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked at me and smiled slowly.
The blanket started moving again.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened considerably.
The television was forgotten.
I pushed my sweat down in the front and let my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pop free as I watched Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, play with herself.
I couldn’t really see anything, but just her expression was enough.

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus slowly started stroking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus licked her lips at the sight and moaned softly.
She picked up the pace.
So did Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s other hand, based on the movement of her blanket. I could tell we were both going to peak soon.
“Let me see!” I growled.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s eyes flashed before she glanced toward the stairwell.
I understood her concern yet she added,
“They can’t be done yet.”
I had no idea if she was right, but at the Moment Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus could care less.
I pretended I wanted to see what Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was doing under that blanket!

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, nodded in agreement and lifted the cover slightly.
It was my turn to moan.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had two fingers buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and was already working it hard.
It made my mouth water.
“I want to taste you around my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I growled, half standing.
“No!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried. “That wasn’t the deal. We finish like this! Later, after Shaguftah Jamīl and Shankar are gone, you can taste me there as long as you like.”
“I’m going to hold you to that,” I promised.
“Lucky me!” she moaned.

I could tell we were both fighting our orgasms.
We wanted this to last, but it was a losing battle.
The sight of Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, playing with herself was just too much for me.
Obviously, she was having the same problem.
I was only Moments away from release when it happened.
“Wow, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, don’t you have a room?”

It was Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl’s voice.
I couldn’t see Shaguftah Jamīl, but she was obviously coming down the stairs.
I was alert at how she would react once she realized what we were doing.
She already saw Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and seemed to be taking it in stride from her tone, but it was going to be a lot worse when she saw me too.
I had no idea what to do.
“Shh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus whispered loudly. “Durgesh is sleeping over there.”
She was pointing toward me.
‘Great idea!’ I grinned silently as I closed my eyes and shifted quietly.
I also took a Moment to pull my sweats over my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I was still hard, but the darkness and the way I was lying down would hide that.
“With your sister’s Hindu father in law in the same room?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked, but her voice was softer.
“I couldn’t help it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “Durgesh insisted we watch this stupid channel and it got to me. It sure didn’t help that I knew you and Shankar were upstairs.”
“And I guess it’s been a while for you since you broke up with Vijay Vikram Pratāp a couple of weeks ago,” Shaguftah Jamīl added in an understanding tone.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, remained silent.
The truth was that she had a lot more sex since she broke up with him, but she couldn’t tell Shaguftah Jamīl that.
“How come you came downstairs?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked, changing the subject. “I thought you two would be at it for quite a bit longer.”
“Oh, we will!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, laughed as she finally came into sight. “I was thirsty.”

I noticed that she was wearing one of Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s robes.
There wasn’t a tie and although Shaguftah Jamīl was holding it closed, there were gaps.
I kept catching a glimpse of her pink skin every so often.
‘So much for my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund calming down,’ I thought as it stiffened considerable.

Shaguftah Jamīl had red hair, pink skin and no freckles.
She was short and shapely.
I looked at her and wondered what she’d look like without the robe.

The truth was that I never consciously thought of Al Furqān Al Firdaus and her sister in a sexual way until after all this started.
I couldn’t say the same about Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl.

I’d had plenty of fantasies about Shaguftah Jamīl growing up. She was thirty seven years younger than me and we didn’t hang out much until these last couple of years when everyone of them became old enough to drive.
She was a very sexy Musalmān redhead now.
“I’m just glad I came down instead of Shankar,” Shaguftah Jamīl was saying as I refocused on the conversation. “One look at you and what you were doing and he would have been all over you, if Durgesh isn’t here!”
“Please,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, rolling her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes. “He’s too deeply in love with you to do something that stupid.”
“He is, isn’t he?” Shaguftah Jamīl laughed. “Of course, if he weren’t he’d have attacked you. You’re definitely his type.”
“And you’re not?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.
“Not really,” Shaguftah Jamīl replied. “We joke about it all the time. We love each other and we’ll be together forever, but it’s funny how neither one of us physically are each other’s type. Don’t get me wrong, we’re attracted to each other and our sex life is great. It’s just weird.”
“In that case you just be thankful I’m a good cousin,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Because I’m awfully horny these days and if he weren’t…”
“Shame, shame!” Shaguftah Jamīl interjected, laughing again.
“Sue me,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus shrugged. “By the way, if Shankar’s isn’t your type, then who is?”
“You remember your ex-boyfriend Vijay Vikram Pratāp?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, grinned.
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.
If I weren’t supposed to be asleep, I would have said more than that.
Vijay Vikram Pratāp, pftt!
“If we’re talking looks alone, definitely,” Shaguftah Jamīl responded. “My type is tall, dark and handsome and Vijay Vikram Pratāp was all those things. It’s too bad that’s all he was.”
“Tell me about it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sighed.
I saw her glance my way.
Her expression changed when she saw me.
I think she’d almost forgotten I was faking being asleep.
I didn’t mind.
The conversation was interesting and Shaguftah Jamīl was barely holding her robe closed now.
“Hmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “You know who else is not tall, yet medium dark and handsome?”
“Who?” Shaguftah Jamīl was frowning as she tried to guess who Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus meant.
“Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied.
“He’s your sister’s Hindu father in law!” Shaguftah Jamīl cried.

“What’s that have to do with it? I’m only saying that in the looks department Durgesh’s more your type.”
“He is kind of cute,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, admitted, which was always nice to know.
“He’s not as handsome as Vijay Vikram Pratāp,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus put in. “Then again, not a lot of guys are.”
‘I’ll get you for that!’ I promised, knowing she was saying it just to tease me.
“I don’t think you’re doing your sister’s Hindu father in law justice,” Shaguftah Jamīl said. “Vijay Vikram Pratāp is prettier than a guy is supposed to be. Our MuslimātRamañ had rugged good looks. I like that in a guy.”
“So, are you trying to tell me that if he weren’t Anant Muslimātchod Hindu you’d jump on Durgesh?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus! That’s terrible!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, cried.
“I noticed that you didn’t answer,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, grinned.
“He’s Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s father in law, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus!” Shaguftah Jamīl added.
“That didn’t stop you from kissing Durgesh all those years ago,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, surprising me.
I think Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, was even more shocked.
“I can’t believe you brought that up!” she cried. “I was Just Eighteen Just Adult.”
“True, but I am your cousin and it was your idea,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, teased. “And we’re not kids anymore.”

“And I never kissed Durgesh again,” Shaguftah Jamīl said defensively.
“Hmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said thoughtfully. “Do you want to?”
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, cried.
“Calm down,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “I’m a little drunk and I was just curious if it was as good as I remember.”
“Shankar is upstairs waiting for me,” Shaguftah Jamīl said nervously.
“Then you’d better go to him,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “And I’m sorry if I upset you.”
“I’m not upset,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, replied. “I’m just surprised.”
“So, do you want to?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked when Shaguftah Jamīl didn’t move toward the stairs. “Kiss Durgesh?”

Shaguftah Jamīl looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus in silence for a Moment.
I actually thought she was going to do it for a Moment, but she slowly shook her head and stepped back.
“I can’t. I’m sorry,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, said.
“No need to apologize,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “We’re family. It’s fine.”
“What’s fine?” I heard Shankar ask from the hallway.

Chapter 39
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Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Durgesh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus

Chapter 37

I teased.
“Come on. How does it feel to know that you’re every teenage Hindu boy’s fantasy?”
“What?” she asked.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you teach gym in high school,” I explained. “Not only that, but you’re beautiful. You’re the hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān gym teacher every Hindu boy thinks about late at night when he’s alone in his bed.”
“Oh Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said sarcastically. “That’s a picture I could do without. I couldn’t help it.
I laughed.
“You love it!” I teased.
She shook her head again and didn’t bother arguing.
“Durgesh, make sure to wake Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, up on time,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, changing the subject. “She’s got her third interview today.”

“I know,” I smiled. “Did you see how nervous she was last night?”
“She had a right to be,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “This job is perfect for her.”
“She deserves it,” I smiled. “I can’t believe how quickly it’s moving.”
“It was pretty cool when she got a call from her old company’s biggest competitor the Monday morning, after she quit,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said.
“Yeah,” I smiled. “She’ll do fine.”
“Fine? Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus frowned. “She’ll do great!”
“True,” I laughed. “I just wish she didn’t have to fly across the country and spend three days at their corporate office.”
“Don’t worry, MuslimātRamañ, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, smiled. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, will be home before you know it with a new job and a smile on her face. Besides, I’m still here. I’ll take care of you.”
“That’s what I’m afraid of!” I cried. “You can’t cook and your cleaning leaves something to be desired.”
“Jerk!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus laughed.
“On the other hand, there are some things you do very well,” I said, smiling slowly.
“Not if you keep being so mean to me,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said pointedly and moved past my doorway.

I smiled contently.
It was only two weeks since Al Furqān Al Firdaus quit her job and everything changed so drastically at home.
We were all happier now.
None of my Musalmān women kept me to herself exclusively.
As soon as they enjoyed me themselves they always boasted of it with their ladyfriends, sisters, lady cousins etcetera and gradually, eventually, ultimately, shared me in sex with them too.
As if I was their ultimate achievement they were so proud of, they wanted to show it to everyone.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus wasn’t alone in doing it.
I wasn’t sure it could last and Al Furqān Al Firdaus kept bringing up the fact that it couldn’t, but right now, I was enjoying myself immensely.

I heard Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, leave the bathroom and go into her bedroom.
She was done there surprisingly fast.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was one of those morning people. Ugh!
“I’m leaving, MuslimātRamañ,” she said as she stopped by my doorway on the way out. “Go wake Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, up.”
“Can’t you do it?” I asked, far too comfortably to move.
“Yes,” she said. “But Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, needs something to help relieve her anxiety about the interview and you’re it.”
“Are you crazy?” I laughed. “She’ll be wired! If I try and go near her…”
“That’s the point,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, interjected. “Do what you always do and don’t give her a choice. She’ll thank you afterward.”
“You could do it,” I offered hopefully.
“No I can’t,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “First, I don’t have the time.”
“And second, you’re still not ready,” I sighed, reading her expression. “I get it.”
“The thought of Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, and me together must really turn you on,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, looking at me thoughtfully. “You bring it up all the time.”
“Hmm,” I said. “Let me think. Al Furqān Al Firdaus and her sister in bed together. Two beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women driving each other crazy. Would that really turn me on? You bet!”
“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! You are never satisfied with us extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, laughed proudly.
“Takes one to know one!” I called as she disappeared down the hall.
I heard her leave a few minutes later.
“I guess I should wake Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).”

The trip to her room was short.
I didn’t bother putting any clothes on.
I opened the door and saw Al Furqān Al Firdaus sleeping in her bed.
The sight made me smile.

Instead of shaking Al Furqān Al Firdaus awake, I climbed into bed next to her and pulled her into my arms.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t wake up at first.
She snuggled closer instead.
I hugged her tight and then kissed her gently.
“Now that’s the way to wake your Musalmān wife up,” she moaned, returning my kiss.
“Only the beginning of it,” I replied, giving her another kiss before slipping under the covers.
“Durgesh, what are you doing?” she asked groggily.
I ignored the question.
The answer was obvious.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus slept in the nude these days as well.
We all did.
Frequently we ended up together on the weekends, but most weekdays we slept in our own beds because otherwise we’d all be too exhausted the next day.
“Durgesh, stop!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped when I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund between her beautiful Musalmān legs. “I have to get ready. I don’t have the time!”
“Sure you do,” I disagreed, running my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down the length of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“We shouldn’t!” she moaned, spreading her beautiful Musalmān legs and giving me better access.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus tasted on my Uncut Hindu Lund just as amazing as always.
She had plenty of time before she needed to leave for her flight and I planned on making it memorable.
It wasn’t long before my Uncut Hindu Lund was working her Musalmān clit just the way I knew she liked it.
“Oh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as her orgasm neared. “Durgesh, your big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so wicked!”
I thrust two times inside of her in response.
“Come for me, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)!” I demanded.
“No!” she cried, fighting the inevitable.
A few Moments later her orgasm took her.
I fucked and kissed her long, so long, until she was done.

She was smiling contently as I moved from under the covers to lie next to her.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still damp with her Musalmān juices, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t hesitate in kissing me.
She was obviously ready for more despite her orgasm.

Her hand found my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and she stroked it, not that I needed the stimulation.
I was already completely hard.
On the other hand, it did feel really good.
I enjoyed what Al Furqān Al Firdaus was doing for a few Moments before pulling her on top of me.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s gasp of surprise quickly turned into a moan when I took her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks in both hands and shifted her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body until my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was lined up with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
She was still soaked.
I pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up into her.
“This is new!” she cried, obviously enjoying the position as I held her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks steady and thrust into her a few times.
“It’s because you like to play hard to get,” I laughed. “I usually have to chase you and hold you down.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at me.
I thought she was going to pull off me.
I didn’t mind.
I would just do exactly what I said and chase her down if she tried to get away.
“You’ve corrupted me, Hindu beast!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus whispered lustfully as she started slowly moving up and down.
“So you like having sex with your Hindu father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu, now, ma’am?” I teased her.
“I’ve always liked it,” she answered in that same Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān lust filled tone. “It’s just so wrong!”
I reached up and cupped Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s full breasts.
“But that’s the part you love best, isn’t it?” I asked.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s eyes met mine.
Hers were lust filled, but there was something else there that I hadn’t seen before.
“Yes!” she admitted, squeezing down on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. “And that’s why I keep saying we have to stop. Durgesh, the last couple of weeks with you and my sister were completely wrong in so many ways, but the truth is that I’ve never been happier. I love you two with all my heart and the pleasure we share, sick and twisted as it is, is more than I could ever have hoped for, but it can’t last forever.”
“I don’t want to talk about that now,” I groaned. “Instead, why don’t you tell me how it feels to ride your father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu?”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked down at me and bit her bottom lip.

She looked ready to continue her argument, but I knew her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body was on my side.
It was mine and had been since our first night together.
I thrust up into her with more strength and pinched both of her nipples gently.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
I could feel her giving in slowly.
“Incredible!” she finally moaned, picking up the pace.
She was now bouncing on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund slowly.
“Focus on that and nothing else!” I demanded.
“Oh Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped, her argument forgotten. “Your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so big! It fills me completely!”

I reached up and pulled her toward me.
I kissed her passionately and then shifted her just enough for me to kiss her full tits.
“You like my Musalmān breasts?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, already knowing the answer, but wanting to hear me say it.
“They’re perfect!” I moaned.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled and leaned forward, propping herself up with her arms and dangling them in my face.
She swayed slowly, teasing me.
I enjoyed it for a few Moments, but could only take so much of that.

I knocked her arms out of the way and buried my face between her heavy Musalmān breasts as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān torso fell on me.
I held onto Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s buttocks tighter and started thrusting up into her with short fierce Hindu strokes.
“Yes!” she cried as our bodies slapped against each other.
It didn’t take long for Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s orgasm to build.
I rolled us around until I was on top and continued stroking in and out of her, only now my Hindu thrusts were much longer and deeper.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s nails racked across my back.
“Try not to draw blood this time,” I groaned.
“It’s not like I do it on purpose!” she gasped.

I grabbed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s hands and held them above her head, against the bed.
She looked up at me and smiled.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s expression was one of her extremely ravenous female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lust, but it was also of contentment and trust too.
She was mine and that’s the way we both wanted it.
I took her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty in and shook my head.

I held her like that while I thrust in and out of her over and over again, getting faster as time went by.
I watched her expression as her orgasm threatened.
There was nothing more beautiful to me then the passion that filled Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes at the Moment of release.
“Tell me!” I growled, close to losing it. “Tell me what you want!”
“Don’t make me say it! I’m a good Musalmān girl!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
I stopped stroking for a Moment.
“No! Don’t stop!”
“Tell me!” I demanded.
She gave in quickly.
I wasn’t surprised.
I knew Al Furqān Al Firdaus wanted to tell me.
“I want to feel my Hindu father in law’s big big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside of me!” she cried. “I want you to hold me down and fill me with your Hindu cum!”
I thrust deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Yes!” I grunted and came.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was right behind me.
We shivered and shook through our mutual orgasm for quite some time.
“Thanks,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said with a sigh afterward. “I needed that.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus thought you would,” I grinned, rolling off Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).

“Smart Musalmān girl,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled.
“You want her, don’t you?” I asked.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t quite lose her smile while she shrugged.
“I told you,” she said. “I’m a good Musalmān girl.”
“It’s going to be that way, is it?” I asked.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at my face.
“Durgesh! Don’t you dare,” she said. “I can’t miss my flight!”
“Then admit the truth,” I said. “Tell me how you really feel about Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus. For a Moment, forget about being a good Musalmān girl and tell me what you want. It’s either that or I’ll make you.” Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at the clock and then at my eyes.
She knew me well enough to know I wasn’t joking.
“I love my sister,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said carefully.
I reached for her, but she shifted away.
“Okay! I want her! Is that what you wanted to hear?”
“Yes,” I smiled, relaxing and lying back.
“But that doesn’t mean it will happen,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus continued as she got out of bed. “She had to want it too. Besides, what we’re doing is almost over.”
“Over?” I asked in surprised concern.
“Durgesh, you said until the mark you gave me disappeared,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “It’s almost gone.” Al Furqān Al Firdaus lifted her hair to show me her neck.
The hickey was still there, but it was fading.
The sight of it stunned me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus walked into her bathroom before I could say anything.*

I heard the water turn on as I lay there.
I sat and thought for a few minutes.
I had told Al Furqān Al Firdaus that she was mine until my mark was gone, but was I ready for it to end?
Was she?
I thought Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked sad as she went into the bathroom.
It didn’t take me long to decide what to do.
“Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as I walked in on her. “What are you doing in here?”

I didn’t bother responding.
I simply walked into the shower, spun her around and pushed her against the wall.
I pulled Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s hair into a ponytail and moved it out of the way.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried when she realized what I was doing, but by that time, it was too late.
My lips were latched onto the back of her neck.
She fought, but I held her tight as I kissed and sucked on her neck until the hickey was bright once more.
I let her go then and she turned to face me.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus I don’t want this to end,” I said. “Not yet.”
“Oh Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “You think I do? But…”
“I won’t let it end!” I interjected more strongly. “You’re mine until my mark fades. That was the deal.” Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at me.

“You cheated,” she said, shaking her head.
“So?” I shrugged, pulled her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body against mine and kissing her hungrily.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus tried to talk, but I wouldn’t let her, no until after she started kissing me back.
“Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned. “No father in law should have this kind of an effect on his Bahoo Bégum’(?)!”
“You’re mine!” I said.
“For as long as the mark lasts,” she said between kisses. “That was the deal.”
“I knew you’d see it my way,” I smiled.
“Will you please get out?” she said as she shook her head and laughed. “I really do need to be going soon.”
“You’d leave me like this?” I asked cunningly, motioning toward my hardening big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. “Excited and alone? What kind of a woman are you?”
“The worst kind,” she said, but then dropped to her knees and took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

“You mean the best!” I groaned, taking her head with both my hands and stroking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund between her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lips.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus locked eyes with me as I fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
She never once looked away.
It didn’t take long for me to cum.
The sight of Al Furqān Al Firdaus watching me and swallowing as I spurted rope after rope of my Hindu cum down her Musalmān throat only made my orgasm last longer.
“When I get back, let’s continue,” she smiled. “We really don’t have the time. If I don’t get going right now I’ll miss my flight.”
“I’ll be waiting,” I promised.
“I know,” she said, shaking her head.
“Don’t worry,” I added with a grin. “While you’re gone, I’ll see what I can do about getting Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus to be try more with you.”
“You my Hindu father in law, all you Hindus have a one track mind with us Musalmān houseladies,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed.
“You wonder where we get it from?” I joked.
“Not me!” she cried. “I’m a good Musalmān girl.”
“Sure you are,” I agreed easily, slapping her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass playfully and laughing as I left the shower.
“Hindu Young man,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said sternly. “You and I have to talk about the correct way to treat a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lady.”
“I’m willing to listen,” I replied as I dried myself. “But I’m reasonably certain you’ll miss your plane if you try and explain it right now.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shook her head.
“Another time,” she said. She was fighting off a smile.
“I can’t wait,” I grinned.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus made it out of the house in plenty of time.
The car the company sent to take her to the airport was only waiting a few minutes before she was ready.
“Good luck,” I said as she put her bags in the trunk. “Not that you’ll need it.”
“Thanks,” she said, getting into the car.

I waved as she drove off and smiled.

Chapter 38
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Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Durgesh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus

Chapter 36

The light was still on so I knew she was awake, but she took a few Moments to answer the door.
“Come in!” she finally called.

I opened the door and led Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus in.
I took one look at Al Furqān Al Firdaus and saw that she’d been crying.
Damn!
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus noticed it too, but she didn’t say anything.
“Yes?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Move over,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus smiled and climbed into Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s bed.
I moved to the other side and got in as well.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was already resting her head on Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s shoulder.
“Sorryk Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum.”
“No, I’m sorry,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied.
“We’ll talk tomorrow,” I said. “After a good night’s sleep.”
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, reaching out the nightstand and shutting the light. “Good night.”
“Night,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
“Sweet dreams,” I put in.
I knew Al Furqān Al Firdaus was going to have some.
I was in bed with Al Furqān Al Firdaus again and it was dark.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was sorely tempted to touch my Uncut Hindu Lund , but she knew it would be a mistake.
The thought of Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus being in bed with us didn’t help at all.
I’m not sure who fell asleep first, but I know I was last.
I could hear them both breathing deeply and even that made me hard.
‘I really am a hypersexual!’ I sighed and rolled so that my back was facing Al Furqān Al Firdaus and her sister.
It helped.*

I heard as I slowly woke up.
“Wow!” It was Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s voice again. “Is he always like that in the morning?”
“How should I know?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked in reply. “It’s not like we wake up in the same bed together all the time.”
“But you’ve seen it before,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, her voice a little excited.
I was awake now, but I didn’t open my eyes.
I had a feeling I knew what they were talking about.
I could feel my ever Hindu hardness even with my eyes closed.
“Yes,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied nervously.
“You’ve felt it inside of you?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
She knew the answer, but I guess she wanted Al Furqān Al Firdaus to say it.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried in surprise, but then slowly added, “Yes.”
“Did it feel good?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.
“Yes,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus admitted. “Very good. The best, actually. I admit.”
“He’s really marvelous, isn’t he?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked. “I mean, I know he’s bigger than Vijay Vikram Pratāp, but he’s big in general, right?”
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, I have a feeling that you probably haven’t as much experience with a man as I do,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus answered. “But I’d say yes. Durgesh is big. He’s certainly bigger than your Dūlhā Bhāī too.”
“Who would have thought it of MuslimātRamañ?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed.
“Maybe we should cover it up?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“No, leave it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “I like looking at it.”
“But he’s your brother in law now!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“And your father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said pointedly.
That quickly quelled Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s protests.
“I still can’t believe that you and Durgesh really did it.”
“You and me both,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed.
“Do you regret it?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked. “I mean really regret it, not just feel guilty about it because it’s wrong.”
“I regret how it’s affected you,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “Neither one of us wanted to hurt you.”
“I know that,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed. “It’s just that it’s been the three of us for so long. I didn’t realize just how much the thought of you two excluding me from something would hurt.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you weren’t excluded,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “At least not intentionally.”
“But that’s how I feel,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied, sounding sad.
“So, you’d feel better if we’d included you in our affair?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked in disbelief.
“I honestly don’t know,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “But maybe.”
“You’re serious?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked in surprise.
“It would be wrong, but I wouldn’t feel so alone like I do right now,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said.

“Oh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “Don’t cry. You know I love you with all my heart.”
“I do,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, obviously fighting back the tears.
I never felt guilty making believe I was sleeping through this.
It was necessary to know their actual psychosis for me.
Moreover, ‘waking up’ right at this Moment would only make things worse.
“Are you going to be okay?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked after a while.
“I’ll be fine,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied slowly. “But only if you do me one favor.”
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“I want you to kiss me,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Like you kissed Durgesh last night.”
“But you’re my real younger sister!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried in surprise.
“Durgesh is your father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu, moreover,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “And that didn’t stop you.”
“He isn’t my father in law actually!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled cunningly. “Moreover, I feel you are jealous of me!”
“True,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, and suddenly I could feel the bed move.
“What are you doing?” I heard Al Furqān Al Firdaus cry. “Don’t!”
“I want to kiss you,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Don’t you love me the same you do Durgesh?”
“Of course, but you’re a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus argued.
“So?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked. “Haven’t you ever kissed a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl before?”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Well, I have,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied.
“Allah! Oh my God!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“It was a long time ago when I first started dating,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Shaguftah Jamīl and I practiced kissing each other.”
“Your cousin?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Oh relax!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sighed. “All we did was kiss. It’s no big deal.”
“Did you like it?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by asking.
“Honestly, yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus replied. “It was the best kiss I had for a long time, but I think that was mostly because it was also the most relaxed. Eventually I met some guy whose kisses drove me far crazy.”
“Like Durgesh’s,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, sounding thoughtful.
“I don’t know,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “I’ve never kissed him.”
“Why don’t we wake him and you can see?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus offered.
‘Oh yes!’ I moaned to myself. ‘Please yes!’
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus I want to kiss you first,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said.
“I can’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned. “I just can’t do it!”
“Then you do love Durgesh more than you do me!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, obviously close to tears again.
“You’re wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, sounding teary-eyed herself.
It was time to wake up.
This was only Moments away from disintegrating into something very bad.

I said as I opened my eyes and sat up.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, Weren’t you paying attention last night? Or just a few minutes ago when Al Furqān Al Firdaus tried to tell you her problem with kissing you?”
“You’re awake!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Of course,” I smiled.
“I don’t understand,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, frowned.
“She just told you that she didn’t kiss me,” I explained. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus thinks of herself as a good Musalmān girl. She doesn’t do things like incest and lesbianism. They’re wrong!”
“But…” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus began.
I cut her off.
“She’s never going to kiss you,” I interjected. “But that doesn’t mean she’ll stop you from kissing her.”
“She just did!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried. “I tried, but she pushed me back.”
“Try harder,” I grinned.
“Hey! Wait a minute!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but I silenced her by grabbing her by the neck and pulling her lips to mine.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus fought at first, but then moaned softly into my mouth.
“See?” I said, pulling back.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was smiling once again.
“I get it,” she grinned.
“Don’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but she licked her lips in excitement. “Good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls don’t kiss their elder sister!”
“And what ever gave you the idea that I’m a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, laughed, taking Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s head in both hands and kissing her.
Again, Al Furqān Al Firdaus fought, but only for a few Moments.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned happily, when Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s mouth opened.
“That looks so hot!” I groaned.
“Don’t worry, MuslimātRamañ,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus grinned. “I have a kiss waiting for you too.”
“Just a kiss?” I asked.
“You’re terrible!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, laughed, shaking her head before leaning toward me.
Her lips were only inches from mine when she stopped.
“I shouldn’t. You’re my brother in law now. You are already having my elder sister. In our Islam two real sisters can’t be married simultaneously with a man.”
I knew what she wanted.
I grabbed Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s the neck the same way I had grabbed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s Moments before.
I pulled her to me and our lips met.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, didn’t fight me like Al Furqān Al Firdaus but it was obvious that she wanted me to be aggressive.
“That’s so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned excitedly.
“Oh, but the veteran Anant Muslimātchod Hindu kisses so nicely!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned.
“It’s not the only thing I do nicely,” I grinned.
“Don’t you dare!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Think you’re man enough, MuslimātRamañ?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked, her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes starting to burn with the same lust I could see in Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s eyes.
I was certain it was in mine as well.
I took off the few clothes I had on.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus did the same.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus don’t! He’s your brother in law now!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“And you’re Al Furqān Al Firdaus, his Bahoo Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied. “I wish I was a little braver because then I would try doing something more with you.”
“Eīshān!!” I moaned, my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund standing straight out by now. “Now that’s hot!”
“You do like the thought, don’t you, MuslimātRamañ?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus grinned, taking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and stroking it. “Or should I call you big Hindu?”
“You can call me whatever you want!” I smiled cunningly. “Just don’t stop what you’re doing!”
“How about we let Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, help?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked. “I don’t want her to feel left out.”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but everything else about her demanded to be part of what was happening.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus forced Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s head down to my lap.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus fell on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund despite her protests.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus watched hungrily for a few minutes.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s hair was in the way, so she pulled it into a ponytail and lifted it.
“What’s that?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, frowned, looking down at Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s neck.
The hickey I left was very noticeable.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus said that we could only be together for one night,” I answered, remembering. “I disagreed and left that mark. I told her she was mine until it faded.”
“Do you always mark what’s yours?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked, smiling sexily.
She was obviously enjoying teasing me.
“Yes!” I groaned. “Now why don’t you help Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)?”
“Bossy, bossy!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus grinned sexily before moving down between my legs as well.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, pushed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s mouth off me and started licking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shifted down to my balls and sucked gently.
“Eīshān!!” I grunted. “I’m not going to last long with both of you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān damsels doing that!”

I had one hand on each of their heads and I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting up into Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s mouth.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, locked eyes with me briefly and then took my entire Hindu length down her Musalmān throat.
I groaned and came.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus drank it all down.
“We have to stop!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said afterward.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, smiled at her and then pulled Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s lips to hers and exchanged a deep kiss.
It actually took me a few Moments to realize they were sharing my Hindu cum.
“Damn!” I groaned, actually feeling my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund start to stiffen despite the orgasm I had Moments ago.
“MuslimātRamañ,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, pulling back from Al Furqān Al Firdaus after a while and wiping her lips.
She looked at me and I smiled knowingly.
Her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes were burning with a lust so strong that I knew what she wanted before she asked.
“Will you help me?”

In Moments, I was on top of her with my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing up and down her entrance.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, took it in her hand and directed to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
I pushed in slowly.

“Oh Durgesh yes!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried. “You’re going so deep! It feels so good!”
“Durgesh no!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “She’s my sister!”

I pulled Al Furqān Al Firdaus to me and kissed her roughly.
She gasped into my mouth.
I reached out and palmed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot, thrusting my middle finger deep.
“Don’t worry Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I said. “You’re next.”
“No!” she cried, but then shifted so that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth was next to my ear.
She whispered one word and pulled away.
“Hurry!”
It surprised me and my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened even more.
“Durgesh, I’ve never felt so full before!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus gasped.

I leaned forward and kissed her as I began stroking in and out of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was perfect!
It was snug without being overly tight or loose.
She wrapped her arms around my shoulder as I thrust into her.
“Oh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “How could you let him do it? He’s your brother in law now, you know. You’re letting your Hindu brother in law fuck you!”
“Oh yeah!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, moaned. “Keep talking Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum. It’s only getting me hotter!”
I saw Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled slightly.
I knew that’s exactly why she was talking, to help Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cum.
“It’s perverted and wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “I don’t care how good his big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is feeling pushing inside of you!”
“Oh Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Bājī! It does. It does feel so good!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned. “Durgesh’s big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is reaching deeper than the other guy ever had before! I can feel my orgasm building.”
“Wait until it hits,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, looking at me hungrily and forgetting herself for a Moment. “Durgesh knows how to make your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body feel like it’s exploding!”
“Yes!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried, “You are quite right. Durgesh is utmost experienced in having sex with us Musalmān houseladies ever.”
“But that doesn’t mean you should let him do this,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus added, staring at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s expression once more.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s face was completely lit with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī female ardent Musalmān lust.
“He’s your Hindu brother in law after all! Don’t let him fill your Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot with his Hindu cum!”

“Oh yes!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned. “Durgesh, fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot! Please!”
“You are such a hyper sexual!” I groaned, kissing her roughly.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you see?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked. “Now your Hindu brother in law thinks you’re a hyper sexual! Is that what you want?”
“I want him to cum in me!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, gasped. “I don’t care if he thinks I’m a hyper sexual. Hell, I’ll be his hyper sexual if he just finishes me!”
“So you want to be his hyper sexual?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked rhetorically, but she then surprised me by turning to me and added, “Durgesh, if that’s what she wants then you’re doing it wrong.”
“What?” I asked in confusion.
“Hyper sexuals get taken from behind,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled. “You know that.”
“Oh yes!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned. “He’ll get even deeper that way!”

I pulled out without another word.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus kissed me briefly before rolling onto her stomach.
Her tight Musalmān ass was different than Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, but just as enticing in its way.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was open and inviting.
My mouth literally watered.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked as instead of going back to fucking her I shifted lower and thrust my big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“That’s it Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “Fuck the little hyper sexual’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot!”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried.
“You said you wanted to be his hyper sexual,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “Now deal with it!”
“Oh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried. “You’re going to pay for that later!”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled again.
I’m sure she couldn’t wait until Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus collected.

I continued to fuck Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot until she was on the brink of orgasm.
She arched her back and gave me full access.
“Durgesh’s little hyper sexual, do you want to cum this way or do you want him to fuck you again?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus.
“Fuck me! Please!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, moaned.
I shifted up and thrust my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deep with one long Hindu stoke.
“Wow!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
“Allah! Oh fuck! Allah! Oh fuck!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried. “I’m going to cum right…now!”

I was close, but not there.
I rode Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus through her orgasm.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, shivered and shook for quite some time.
The sight was something I’d remember forever.
“Stop, you Hindu beast!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried. “I can’t take it anymore.”
I pulled out slowly and she sighed.
I turned toward Al Furqān Al Firdaus and she bit her lip.
She saw my expression and saw the look in my eye.
She looked frightened despite her excitement.
“Now Durgesh,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “Leave me alone! You’ve already had Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Sālī, come here!” I demanded.
“No!” she cried and tried to get off the bed.
I grabbed her and pulled her back on.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus rolled onto her stomach, but her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks were raised high and I could see her excitement in her swollen lips and pink gasp.
My big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was drenched in her juices a Moment later.
“Wow!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, shaking her head. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus you’re a bigger hyper sexual than I am.”
“I am not!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried and tried to get away.
I’d barely tasted her on my big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but she was ready.
I forced Al Furqān Al Firdaus back onto the bed and pushed into her from behind.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s Musalmān ass was larger than Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s and the sound it made when my hips slapped into it was louder, more enticing.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum, be ready for the ride of your life!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, shaking her head.
“I am!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
“So, you want me to do this?” I teased.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried right away. “Get off!”
“You first!” I grunted.
“Very funny MuslimātRamañ,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, rolling her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes at my bad joke.
I could care less.
I’d just fucked Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and now it was Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s turn.
What could be better?
“Durgesh, this is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as she met my powerful Hindu thrusts.
“It really is,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, smiling. “But you love every second of it and you know it! You love how your father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu’s big unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund feels stroking in and out of you. You love the thought of him cumming deep inside you!”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but then she locked up in orgasm.
She shivered and shook under me for a long time.
“We can’t keep doing that,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed as she came down from her orgasm.
“Sure you can,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus grinned. “After all, Durgesh marked you as his that first night. I can still see the bruise.”
“Only until it fades,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged. “Nothing lasts forever.”
“True,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, standing up. “And I don’t think it’s fair that he marked you as just his. I like to think of you as mine also. You’re Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my elder sister, too.”

“I’m willing to share Al Furqān Al Firdaus with you,” I said, standing as well. “I’m willing to share all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hyper sexuals in my life.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.

I pulled her toward me and kissed her.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus responded with just as much passion.
“That I want you too to be my hyper sexual,” I growled.
“I’m not marked,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said impishly.
I looked into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes and saw what she wanted.
I shifted her around until I was behind her.
I had one hand around her chest, pulling her back into me.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was lodged between her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks.
I used the other hand to lift Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s hair off her neck.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s head fell forward and I sucked on her neck.
“Yes!” she gasped. “Mark me! My Hindu fucker! Make me too yours, for infinity!”

I left a hickey on the back of her neck, just as Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s.
I also shoved Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, against the nearest wall and started fucking her again.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus moaned with my every powerful Hindu thrust.
“Cum in me please, my Hindu lover, my Hindu fucker, my Hindu Sartāj!” she cried when her next orgasm was about to take her.
“Yes!” I growled and flooded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot with my Hindu cum.
“Oh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried as her orgasm exploded. “It feels so good!”
We both ended up against the wall panting and trying to hold ourselves up.
“You two better sit down before you fall,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
She was watching us from the bed.
I was pretty sure she’d been playing with herself as well, but she stopped after we came.
I helped Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s bed.
We both all but fell in it.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Kiss me please. I want you to be part of how I feel.”
“Of course,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
“You know,” I said. “You two could do more than just kiss.”
“We’re not lesbians, Durgesh,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, but only after Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus didn’t respond.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I smiled. “You love Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus. Lesbian or not, you’d give her what she wanted if she wanted you.”
“Or at least let me take it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus smiled.
“Possibly,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus admitted with a slow smile of her own.
“And one day I might,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, surprising us both. “But not today. I’m not ready.”
“No rush,” I smiled. “Why don’t we just spend the day in bed?”
“No,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, sounding serious. “I have some stuff to get done.”
“And I have to talk to Vijay Vikram Pratāp,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus put in. “It’s bad enough you two have made me a hyper sexual, but I don’t want to be a cheating hyper sexual.”

“Oh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “Must you talk like that?”
“Sorry Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum, Durgesh’s new Live In Relationship Partner,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, smiled. “I’ll hide what I am from the real world like you want me to. Besides, I’m really only Durgesh’s hyper sexual anyway.”
“What about mine?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Nope,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus laughed. “You don’t want a hyper sexual. You want to be a hyper sexual.”
“I do not!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Sure you do,” I put in. “You’ll always be Al Furqān Al Firdaus but that won’t stop you from being our hyper sexual as well.”
“Until your mark disappears,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus agreed.
“You know Al Furqān Al Firdaus” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said thoughtfully. “I think if I ever do take things further between you and me, I’ll need to mark you as mine too.”
“It only seems fair,” I grinned.
“Durgesh, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, suddenly serious. “You both know this can’t go on forever, right?”
“Sure,” I said.
“Of course,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, added.
“But that doesn’t mean we can’t have fun while it lasts,” I added.
“Agreed,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, exchanging a look with me.
We both obviously had the same thought.
“I guess I can wait a little longer to tell Vijay Vikram Pratāp.”
“Don’t even think about it!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and I both moved toward her.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s eyes flashed as she tried to get away and she protested loudly when we caught her.
The only thing louder were the moans a Moment later.
“Looking good!” I cried as Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus walked by my room in nothing but a towel.
“Thanks, MuslimātRamañ,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, smiled, pausing at the door.
She was blond and beautiful.
“Are you in a rush?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.
“Yes, so don’t even think about it!” she snapped, not buying it for a Moment.
She knew what I wanted.
I grinned and shrugged.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus smiled at my reaction, shook her head and then added, “Truthfully, I wish I did have the time, but it’s my week to oversee the early morning workouts in the weight room.”
“Life of a gym teacher,” I teased.
“Tell me about it,” she sighed.
“Please!” I snorted. “You love your job.”
“It’s okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied.

Chapter 37
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Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Durgesh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus

Chapter 35

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked at me gravely.
“I couldn’t go to sleep after my shower,” she said. “I was thinking about how to break up with Vijay Vikram Pratāp.”
“I’m sorry,” I offered.
She shrugged it off and continued.
“So, I decided to start cleaning,” she said. “I couldn’t vacuum with you sleeping so I did laundry instead.”
“Sounds reasonable,” I shrugged, fighting to get my mind fully functioning and wondering where she was going with this conversation.
There was certainly some specific purpose Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had in her mind.
“There were plenty of sheets to clean, so I started there,” she added, looking at me meaningfully.
I still wasn’t processing well enough to follow her yet.
“Okay,” I offered.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, frowned and shook her head before continuing.
“Can you imagine my surprise when I found four sets of dirty sheets instead of just three?” she asked. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum, typically does laundry on Tuesdays. I was wondering why she stripped her bed this morning.”
Eīshān!!’ I thought, finally catching on. Eīshān!!’
“So I opened them to see if she dropped something on them that might need special attention,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, continued. “They were a mess, but not really that much different than any of the other sheets. They were damp and cum stained.”
“Really?” I finally got out, my mind whirling. “I guess it’s true. Even Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s needs are to take care of themselves.”
“Durgesh, there were fluids from both a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman and a man,” she said angrily. “What happened last night?”
I was tempted to deny everything and play stupid, but Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus wouldn’t fall for it, not after she knew of my sex life exhaustively.
I’m sure I never looked guilty.
However, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus herself wasn’t born yesterday.
She could usually read me better than anyone else other than Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).

I was also tempted to tell her that I took care of myself before Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home and that she must have followed suit afterward, but one look into Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s eyes and I knew it was pointless, so instead, I told her the truth.
It didn’t take very long.
“I can’t believe it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, shaking her head.
“Honestly, me neither,” I sighed. “It’s not like I planned it.”
“But you didn’t stop it either,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said pointedly.
“I was careful,” I shrugged. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus was drunk. And the truth is that she needed it very much. My denial to her could have brought some irreversible psychological disorder even to her. It could have generated some diseases even. It’s necessary sometimes to have sex desperately to keep oneself healthy and out of illness.”
“So, last night was the first time?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed incredulously.
“Yes,” I answered watching her gravely .
We fell silent for what felt like minutes.
I had an idea Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was obviously trying to accept what she learned.
“Did you both enjoy it?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked ultimately, surprising me.
“I guess,” I answered watching her still now.
“You guess?” she asked. “That’s it?”
“Okay, fine,” I sighed. “Yes, she enjoyed it. Hell, it was the best sex she ever had, she acknowledged herself! Does that make you feel better?”
“It makes me feel left out,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said glumly.
“It’s not like you weren’t busy with Vijay Vikram Pratāp,” I said.
“That’s not what I mean and you know it,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied. “Ever since Abbū left, it’s been the three of us together. Now I feel like I’m on my own.”
“Why?” I frowned. “Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I accidentally ended up in the same bed and she let her passion get the better of her?”
“Yes,” she shrugged.
I knew it was an honest answer.
“I’m willing to sleep with you if that will help, okay?” I said sarcastically.
“If I thought it would help, I might take you up on it,” she sighed. “But I don’t. Besides, I’m not ready for that.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you know Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I love you?” I asked.
“Yes,” she smiled, but her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes were sad.
She stood and added,
“I think it’s time for a nap of my own.”

I watched her leave the room and shook my head.
What could I do to make Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus happy?
She was Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and I didn’t want to see her this upset.
‘I’d better let her sleep and see how she feels when it sinks in,’ I thought. ‘Hell, it’s barely sunk in with me.’

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus slept a long time.
I let her.
I was just thinking about waking her when Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home.
She didn’t look happy.
“That brother of mine can be so…” she began angrily, but I cut her off.
“We have bigger problems,” I interjected. “Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus knows.”
“Knows what?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“She decided to do the sheets while you were out and I was sleeping,” I said. “She found the ones to your bed.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shook her head almost numbly and sank down on the couch.
“The Musalmān girl is twenty three years old and she’s never done a chore without me nagging and today she decides to help,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, obviously stunned.

I got up and went to Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s wine rack.
It was the only alcohol left in the house because she made it off limits the night before.
I poured her a glass and handed one to her as I sat down on the couch next to her.
“How did she react?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked after downing half her glass.
“Oddly,” I frowned. “She wasn’t so much mad or disgusted as hurt. She feels left out. She thinks we now have something special that she’s not part of.”
“That’s bad,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus frowned.
“I’m sorry, Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I sighed. “This is all my fault.”
“Not at all,” she said, shaking her head. “If I really wanted you to stop last night, I could have made you, but it just felt so good.”
“Yes, it did.” I said.

We sat there for almost half an hour.
We didn’t say much, but she did finish the bottle of wine quickly enough.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus came down from her nap as she opened the second bottle.
I saw her frown, but she took the glass I handed her.
The three of us looked at each other in silence for a few Moments.
“I know it’s been a while,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus suddenly smiled as a thought came to her. “But I think it’s time for movie night.”
“Movie night?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked in surprise. “Aren’t we a little old for that?”
“That’s a great idea,” I said quickly. “You’re never too old for a movie night!”

Every once in a while when they were kids, Al Furqān Al Firdaus used to set up trays in her bedroom.
We’d eat and watch television, something she never let her do normally.
Afterward, we’d settle onto her bed and watch a movie.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus always let us stay up late and eat plenty of popcorn and candy.
It was just the bonding experience Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus needed now.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you can choose the movie,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “I’ll order from your favorite restaurant.”
“But…” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus began.
It was too late.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was already in the kitchen picking up the phone.
“What’s gotten into her?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
“I told her what you figured out,” I replied. “She wants you to know that she loves you.”
“You told her?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried.
“I had to,” I said curtly. “Your reaction before, was bad.”
“I was tired and hung over!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus snapped, but I knew there was more to it.
“Just humor Al Furqān Al Firdaus and go with it. She’s really worried about you,” I sighed, and then added more softly. “So am I.”
“I’m fine,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, a little too quickly.
“Good,” I said. “Then a movie will be fun.”
“I really should go, find Vijay Vikram Pratāp, and break it off,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, frowned.
“Give him one more night,” I said. “I never liked the guy much, but even he deserves one more night of believing he’s dating one of the hottest Musalmān girl’s alive.”
“Very funny,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed.
“Who’s joking?” I replied, but then hit her with a couch pillow before she could respond.
It was a short, vicious fight and although I typically won, just this once I let her.
“Will you two cut it out?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped from the doorway, but she wasn’t really angry.
How could she be?
Both Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and I were laughing.
“How long until the food is ready?” I asked.
“You have just enough time to put on your shoes and go pick it up,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus grinned.
“I walked into that one,” I laughed.
“I think I’d better go,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sighed. “You, Bājī, have been drinking.”
I started to argue, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus cut me off when she realized Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was right.
“We’ll have everything ready when you get back,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
I nodded in agreement.

There wasn’t that much to do, but we busied ourselves with getting Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s room ready.
She also continued to drink the wine, only slower now.
When the second bottle was gone, she agreed to hold off on any more until after we ate.
She was well on her way to being drunk.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, stop that!” I admonished her gravely.
She was standing at the counter getting the popcorn maker ready for later.
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“You’re staring at my Uncut Hindu Lund !”
“I am?” she laughed, walking up opposite me.
I turned and faced her gravely.
“Are you crazy!” I said admonishing her. “Hadn’t what happened already caused enough trouble?”
“Yes,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “But you know the old adage. You can’t go back. We have to move on.”
“Agreed,” I said. “And moving on entails never making the same mistake again.”
“That’s not what I meant,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “What happened wasn’t wrong itself ever. You aren’t my actual father in law. I’m not your actual daughter in law. It isn’t incest at all.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, you can’t be serious?” I asked.
“Oh, I am,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “I really liked what happened. So did you.”
“I did not!” I said curtly.
She smiled sarcastically as if she knew I was lying.
“Okay, I was drunk and in need and you took care of it admirable, but you’re not my father in law and it isn’t wrong!”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus!”
“And that makes it even hotter!” she groaned, pulling me into a kiss.
I returned the kiss despite my protests, but when it was done, I pushed her back with both hands.
“No!” I said. “Tonight is about Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus. We hurt her and that’s unacceptable!”
“You’re right,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, but then Al Furqān Al Firdaus pulled me to her again. “But Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus isn’t here right now and just looking at you is driving me crazy!”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus !” I shouted.
I spun away from her, but she had me trapped against the counter.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus thrust her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass against my Hindu hard onto let me know just how much she was getting to me.
“We can’t! There’s no time!” I tried to explain to her.
“I’m not so sure about that,” she grinned, lifting her skirt up past her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass and pushing her panties down.

I was wearing sweats and they dropped past my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund easily enough.
I was fighting Al Furqān Al Firdaus, but she thrust out her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass giving me access to what she wanted.
I moaned when Al Furqān Al Firdaus pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Oh Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned too. “What am I going to do with you? You just make me crazy for you always.”
“I don’t know about that,” I said gravely. “But I do know what you’re going to do for me. You’re going to cum. You’re going to cum long and hard, on my Uncut Hindu Lund ! Don’t you?”
“There’s no time! Fuck me you stupid Hindu!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned.
“Eīshān! Then hurry! You never listen to me.” I groaned in reply, picking up the pace.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was leaning over the counter as I rode her hard.
I was just starting to feel my orgasm approaching when I heard the front door open.
“Eīshān!!” I cried, pulling out quickly.
“Nooooooooooooo!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned in frustration. “I was so close!”
“Sorry,” I said, meaning it.
Eīshān! God, did I mean it!
“Just go stop my sister from coming in here!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped. “If she walk in right now, she’ll know what we were just doing and that wouldn’t be good.”
“Agreed,” I said, pulling my sweats back up.
I also pulled my shirt down and let it cover my front.
It was the best I could do.
“Bājī, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, went crazy,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said when she saw me. “There’s more food than we could eat in a week!”
“She’s really looking forward to this,” I said. “Let’s go set the food out upstairs. She’ll join us in a minute.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, must have sensed something because she looked at me funny.
I guess it made sense.
Only a few Moments before I was stroking in and out of Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?) wildly.
That wasn’t something that was easy to hide, especially considering I had to stop abruptly just before my release.

I tried to focus on looking as innocent as possible, but I wasn’t sure I fooled Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus even a bit.
On the other hand, she didn’t say anything as we brought the food upstairs.
Yet, I knew Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus herself wasn’t born yesterday.

It was weird to be back in Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s room after the night before.
Scenes of what happened flashed in my head and they didn’t anything to help calm down my already surging ever sexiest Hindu libido.
I went to the bathroom and threw some cold water on my face after the food was set out.
It helped.

The meal was delicious and we laughed and watched television during it.
It was like old times except for the fact that Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes lingered on me overly long upon occasion.
I would frown when I noticed until Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked away.
I think Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus might have noticed once, but she just shook her head and took a sip of her wine.

The movie Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, picked was decent for a chick flick.
They were both slightly drunk by the time it ended.
They’d done a good job of denting Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s wine collection, but the food balanced it.
“Another movie?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Sure, why not?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus smiled.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I exchanged a smile of our own.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus seemed okay.
“Can I choose?” I asked.
“Please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snorted. “I don’t want to watch something gory right now. The food is just settling in.”
“And porn is out too,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus joked.
“Hey, don’t knock it until you try it,” I teased back.
“And what makes you think I’ve never tried it?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, asked.
She was clearly feeling no pain.
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried.
“Come on Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, grinned. “Are you telling me you never watched an adult film?”
“I haven’t,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged.
“Wow,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, laughed.
She was obviously drunker than I thought.
“I would think in this day and age everyone’s seen an adult film, or at least a clip. I mean the internet makes it all so available.”
“Not I,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged. “I worked with computers all day. Why would I want to be on one at night?”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus you really need to get a life,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus sighed.
“That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?” I asked in surprise.
“Please!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, rolling her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes. “If Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum, had one, maybe she wouldn’t have had sex with you last night and ruined everything.”
“That’s not fair!” I cried. Al Furqān Al Firdaus put her hand on my arm.
“Maybe Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus is right,” she said calmly, but her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes were welling up with tears.
“Allah!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried when she realized what she’d said and how badly Al Furqān Al Firdaus was taking it. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say it like that. I’m drunk.”
“I know dear,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “But that doesn’t make you wrong. I don’t know why I let myself do to Durgesh what I did.”
“I tried not to let you,” I said gravely. “You didn’t give me a choice.”
“Oh Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “Like I said earlier, you couldn’t…”
She didn’t finish.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus grabbed me suddenly and kissed me wildly.

I was so surprised that I didn’t fight at first, but it wasn’t long before we were wrestling on the bed.
She rolled on top of me and pinned me under her before kissing me again.
“Wow!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried, reminding Al Furqān Al Firdaus she was there.
“And that’s what happened last night,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said boldly, moving off me with some difficulty. “Durgesh couldn’t have stopped me even if he wanted to.”
I could not believe what Al Furqān Al Firdaus was doing.
“I did what I wanted to,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, sitting up and wiping her lips. “And that’s really the point.”
“This is a lot more than just incest,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said, shaking her head. “You are seriously perverted!”
“And you’re not?” I asked. “I heard your bed last night. It was slamming into the wall pretty hard!”
“I’m not a virgin!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, argued. “But that doesn’t make me perverted.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, you’re my real younger sister, and I love you,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “But you can’t say that you didn’t like what you just saw. I can see it in your eyes.”
“So?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried.
“So, if you weren’t perverted you would have been disgusted,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “Instead you got excited.”
“I’m both,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said.
“Maybe, but you’re a lot more of the second,” I grinned.
“I’m drunk,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said again.
“You both are,” I shrugged. “What the hell does that have to do with it?”
“It’s the alcohol making the sight of you two kissing turn me,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said.
“I doubt it works that way,” I said.
“Drinking lowers your inhibitions only,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus put in. “It doesn’t make you like something you don’t.”
“Fine!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, snapped. “I’m just as perverted as you are! Does that make everything alright?”
She ran out of the room before either one of us could answer.
“Wow,” I said, shaking my head. “How did we get here?”
“I think we both know the answer to that,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus frowned. “What we did wasn’t a mistake. I knew it then, but I didn’t realize how badly Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was going to take it.”
“Me neither,” I frowned. “What do we do?”
“I don’t know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, and for some reason that shook me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus always knew what to do.
“I think we need to sleep on it and see how she’s feeling in the morning,” I finally said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus nodded.
“You need to sleep, perhaps, in your own bed tonight,” she sighed immensely disappointed.
“That’s right. Agreed,” I smiled, standing and going to my room without kissing Al Furqān Al Firdaus goodnight even deliberately.
However, it was only because I was cautious I wouldn’t be able to stop Al Furqān Al Firdaus despite what was going on with Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus.
I loved Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and I didn’t want to make her upset, but I couldn’t deny that just the sight of me made Al Furqān Al Firdaus horny for me as hell.
I loved her too.

I lay in my King sized bed, in my Master Bedroom, for quite a while, unable to fall asleep.
My mind vacillated between Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s desire for me and my concern for Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus.
Hell, there was a part of it that even wondered what being with Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus would be like.
“Careful!” I grumbled, but that only made it worse.

I closed my eyes and tried to wipe all the thoughts from my head.
I pictured a white room with no corners.
It was my version of counting sheep.
It started to work.
“Durgesh?” I heard from the doorway to my room.
It was Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s voice.
“Are you still awake?”
“Yes,” I answered.
“I’m sorry about before,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, replied.
“Me too,” I sighed. “I know Al Furqān Al Firdaus feels bad too.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus came into my room and sat on the edge of my bed.
“You know what all this goes to show?” she asked.
“What?”
“That I should never do laundry ever again,” she replied. “I would never have found out if I didn’t.”
It was a weak attempt at humor, but it was an attempt nonetheless.
“The man you marry better be rich,” I teased. “He’ll need to hire a cook, a maid and Eīshān knows what else.”
“Ha ha,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Very funny.”
“Hey, the truth hurts,” I laughed.
“Jerk!” she snapped, but she was laughing too.
It lasted far too long, but she obviously needed it.
“Durgesh, I want to go back to Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s room,” she said afterward. “Will you come with me?”
“Of course,” I said. “But what for?”
“We always end a movie night by falling asleep together,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said softly. “I miss that.”
“Let’s go,” I smiled, getting out of bed and taking Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus by the hand.
We went down the hall and knocked on Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s door.

Chapter 36
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Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Durgesh Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus

Chapter 32

I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look at Sabīħah Åbbās.
That hadn’t worked out, but something much different, much better had.
“Durgesh, what the hell happened to your back?” Ashok cried as he stood and threw on his clothes.
Sabīħah Åbbās did as well, but she was moving slower.
“Looks like someone played with a tigress,” she grinned.
I immediately realized what they were talking about.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling cunningly, naughtily. “I met a Musalmān girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild.”
“Man!” Ashok laughed. “She must have been.”
“You’d better get downstairs,” I prompted. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be up soon.”
“Right!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, said. “I don’t want to face her from a bedroom.”
“I’m right behind you,” Sabīħah Åbbās said when Ashok looked at her impatiently.
He nodded and left.
I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes?” I asked.
She was looking at me oddly.
“Those scratches are new,” she said. “There’s no way they happened before last night.”
I smiled.
My mind raced.
“No…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.
“Maybe I was wrong about you,” she smiled sexily. “Maybe you can handle Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Your older sister?” I asked.
She nodded, getting very close.
“You must be wilder than Ashok describes,” she said.
Sabīħah Åbbās was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch.
“Because those scratches are new and I’m the only Musalmān girl not related to you in the house.”
“That’s sick! I…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.
“I know,” she smiled, her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes burning into mine. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get to me, on a purely sexual level.”

I was sure how to answer that.
Yet, it didn’t matter.
Sabīħah Åbbās removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.
“I’m looking forward to introducing you to Al Tahajjud Al Islam,” she said as she left the room. “It’s been a while since she and I double dated.”

I smiled.
It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it.
She didn’t seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.
“I’m sure it will be some double date,” I mumbled to myself, and then thought, ‘I think it’s time Ashok and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Sabīħah Åbbās is hinting at before I meet her sister.’

The shower felt good.
My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up.
If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn’t a dream.
I really had sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus and the sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman who cared for me had scratched the hell out of my back.
“Wow!” I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it.

The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened.
I knew that, and now I’d have to deal with the repercussions.
Well, I was ready.
It wasn’t my first sexual intercourse with someone that was known to be my Bahū Bégum, my daughter in law, irrespective of the fact whether she really accepted to be so, or adamant, insistent and persistent even to refuse her such a platonic relationship with me.
I finished my shower, dried and got dressed.
I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair.
I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.

I could hear voices being raised downstairs.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was obviously awake and it sounded like Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and she were going at it.
I also heard other voices.
I guessed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, hadn’t gotten away before Al Furqān Al Firdaus woke up.
‘This should be fun,’ I sighed.
“…It’s bad enough you had a party while I was away,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus was saying. “But for you all to sleep over with your dates is too much!”
“You’re not going to tell our father, are you, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked as I walked down the stairs.
Shankar and Sabīħah Åbbās were gone.
It was only Al Furqān Al Firdaus Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and cousins in the room.
I guess Ashok and Shaguftah Jamīl figured that it was better to face Al Furqān Al Firdaus rather than their father.
They were probably right.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do that,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at me and frowned.
I met her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes until she looked away.
That was something new.
Last night had clearly changed the dynamic of our relationship.
I frowned to myself, but couldn’t help admit that it felt oddly satisfying.
She has surrendered!’ I smiled at myself. She isn’t an arrogant communal Musalmān bitch anymore that always hated and criticized Hindus’ sexual relationships with ‘horny’ Muslimahs.’
I never wanted to hurt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, or anyone else.
It wasn’t my nature ever.
“No, I’m not going to tell your Abbū,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to Shaguftah Jamīl, gravely.
“Why not?” Ashok asked in annoyance. “It’s time he loosened up anyway. He’s ridiculous!”
“Maybe,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by saying. “But Anwar is Anwar and he’s not about to change anytime soon.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, you’re right,” I said before Ashok could continue. “They shouldn’t have had the party while you were away. They’re sorry.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked at me in surprise, but quickly agreed.
“Truthfully,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “I’m less concerned about the party than what happened afterward.”
“It’s no big deal,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus argued, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus was looking at me.
I knew what she meant.
“They were all drunk,” I said carefully. “It happens.”
“But not again,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied meaningfully. “Not in my house.”
“I can’t promise that,” I said honestly.
“Durgesh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus snapped, having no idea what the real conversation Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I were having.
I was glad Sabīħah Åbbās left.
She’d have picked up on it instantly.
“Let me make you all some breakfast before you two go home,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, changing the subject.
Poor Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked totally confused.
“That would be great, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl smiled. “I’ll help.”
The two went into the kitchen.
“What’s up with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus frowned once they were gone.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus did seem a bit odd,” Ashok added.
“Ease up on her today, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” I said softly. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus quit her job last night.”
“She what?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried, but then added, “Let me guess. It was Mr. Muħammad? He hit on her, didn’t he?”
“You knew about him?” I asked in surprise.
“No, but I guessed,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed. “He had jerk written all over him. I’d better go in and make sure she’s alright.”
“Okay, but don’t push her,” I said, authoritatively somewhat now. “She’ll tell you about it when she’s ready.”
“MuslimātRamañ, Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s not the only one acting weird today,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, but then thankfully left the room before I could decide of how to respond her.
“Sorry to hear about what happened,” Ashok said once we were alone.
“We’ll be fine,” I said in a tone that let Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, know I didn’t want to talk about it.
Ashok nodded slowly and then changed the subject.
“Mind if I take a shower?” Ashok asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, leading him back upstairs to my room for some clothes.
I threw open the door and the sight and smell made me shake my head and add, “Right after you air out my room and change my sheets.”
“No problem,” he laughed.
“You are one lucky man,” I said as we entered. “That Sabīħah Åbbās is something else.”
“She is, isn’t she?” he laughed, pulling the sheets off my bed.
“Have you met her older sister?” I asked.
“Al Tahajjud Al Islam? Sure,” he smiled. “She’s even hotter than Sabīħah Åbbās!”
“No way,” I argued.
He laughed.
“Seriously,” he said. “They look a lot alike, only Al Tahajjud Al Islam has bigger tits.”
“Now that sounds interesting,” I said, handing him a clean set of sheets as I opened the window. “Because Sabīħah Åbbās said she wanted to set me up with Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Really?” he asked in surprised. “You lucky dog! If she’s half as wild as Sabīħah Åbbās, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“You sound jealous,” I teased.
“I am,” he laughed, making my bed.
I helped.
“What I wouldn’t do to get into Al Tahajjud Al Islam’s pants!”
“And chance screwing up what you have with Sabīħah Åbbās?” I asked.
“We’re not that serious,” he shrugged. “We like each other and the sex is amazing, but I don’t think either one of us is expecting what we have to last forever. In some ways it’s really nice, because we’re not afraid of trying things or saying what we want.”
“Sabīħah Åbbās doesn’t strike me as the type to be afraid to say or do anything,” I said, shaking my head.
“You may be right,” he smiled.
“Maybe?” I asked. “She didn’t even pause when I burst in on you two this morning!”
“True,” he said, his smile turning into a grin. “And I couldn’t believe what she said last night!”
“What?” I asked.
“You remember. About letting me play with Al Tahajjud Al Islam while she took care of you,” he answered. “She was just teasing you, but man!”
“What if she wasn’t?” I asked. “Would you go for it?”
Ashok looked at me and if possible, his grin grew wider.
“In a heartbeat,” he replied.
“Me too,” I said. “Just in case it ever comes up.”
“Just in case,” he agreed, laughing again. “But you won’t want to switch once you meet Al Tahajjud Al Islam. She is something else!”
“I don’t know,” I argued. “Sabīħah Åbbās is one of the hottest Musalmān girls I’ve ever met.”
“She is that,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, agreed.
“I’m just wondering how a guy like you got her,” I joked.
“Dumb luck,” Ashok replied, finally finished with cleaning my room. “Now give me some clothes. I really do need a shower.”
“You’re telling me?” I teased, handing over something that would fit him.

I moved on to the guest bedroom and called a house cleaner to clean it while he was in the shower.
It didn’t take long.
I had plenty to think about.
“Breakfast!” I heard Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus call up the stairs.
I left and bumped into Ashok in the hall.
He was just getting out of the shower.
“Tell them I’ll be there in two minutes,” he said.
I nodded and went down the stairs.

The meal ended up being surprisingly good considering that, everyone at the table had a hangover to one degree or another.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or say anything to upset her.
We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus picked it up.
“Anwar!” she said in surprise. “Yes, they’re both here.”
“Oh brother,” Ashok said. “Father in law is checking up on us.”
“Can you blame him?” his cousin asked.
They exchanged a grin.
“Yes Anwar, she was right,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “I was on a business trip.”
“Uf oh!” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“I got home last night,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus continued, and then paused again. “It was pretty late.” Everyone could hear Anwar’s yelling through the phone.
“Oh relax!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped at her older brother, surprising us all. “They’re fine and that’s what matters most.”
“Here it comes,” Ashok sighed, guessing at his father’s in law next question.
“I didn’t see Shankar or Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied, eying us all briefly before grinning and adding, “But I got home pretty late and for all I know they were all in their bedrooms having mad passionate sex.”
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus!” Shaguftah Jamīl whispered in horror, but she had the decency to blush as well, after all, it was the truth.
“Oh come on Anwar!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “You have to admit it was a little funny.”
Again, more yelling from Anwar Ůsmān.
“He really needs to get laid,” Ashok sighed, but then looked at Al Furqān Al Firdaus and added, “Sorry.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus covered the receiver.
“You’re not wrong,” she said, shaking her head.
“Bājī Bégum!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried in shock.
“Oh please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus retorted. “If nothing else, what happened last night had made me realize I can’t treat you as kids forever. Besides, Anwar is being ridiculous!”
“That’s my father in law,” Ashok sighed.
“You know it’s because he loves you, right?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked him, switching from anger to defense in a flash.
You have to love siblings.
“Yeah, but it gets old,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, replied.
“Yes, it does,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said knowingly. “I remember how he was when I started dating. What a pain!”
“He hadn’t changed much,” Shaguftah Jamīl put in.
“Hold on,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to us and took her hand off the phone receiver. “Anwar, I have to go. Breakfast is getting cold. The kids will be home shortly.” She hung up right afterward.
“You didn’t just hang up on dad, did you?” Ashok grinned.
“I said goodbye,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged, causing them all to laugh.
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
“I didn’t lie,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged. “And you shouldn’t either.”
“He doesn’t make it easy,” Ashok put in.
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, and then looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and me. “I guess I don’t either. I’m sorry. Things are going to change around here.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said in surprise.
“A little,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “I mean, this is still my house and I don’t want it becoming party central or where you and Durgesh have your booty calls.”
“Booty call?” Ashok asked in surprise. “Where in the world did you hear that?”
“I’m old enough, yet―” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “Not dead!”
“Who the hell are you, Durgesh, and what have you done with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked me in shocked surprise.
“Very funny,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed, glancing my way briefly.
There was an impish secret smile on her beautiful lips, but it faded swiftly before anyone else could notice it.
I’d intentionally remained quiet.
“I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn’t just your party and sleep over.”
“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh told me.”
“I heard too,” Ashok added.
“Heard what?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, clearly stunned.
I knew what she was thinking.
“I’m sorry Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said gravely. “I guess I should have let you tell Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus that you quit your job.”
“My job,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, shaking her head. “Right.”
“Are you okay, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked.
“I will be,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus answered honestly. “It’s just a lot to take in, all at once.”
“Don’t worry, Bājī Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh and I will help.”
“We’ll be fine,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled. “I’ve got enough saved to last for at least six months and I’ll have another job well before then.”
“I still think you should sue Mr. Muħammad,” I grumbled. “Or better yet, let me pay him a visit.”
“I’m willing to tag along,” Ashok too said quickly.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped. “I can take of him myself.”

We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast.
It didn’t take long.
The maidservants cleaned the kitchen afterward.
It went quickly.
“I guess it’s time to go home and face the music,” Shaguftah Jamīl sighed.
“Yeah,” Ashok said, shaking his head.
I could see that he was brewing for a fight already.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus took one look and sighed.
She could see it too.
“I think maybe I’d better come with you two,” she said. “I haven’t visited your father in law for a long time anyway.”
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
The three of them disappeared not long afterward.
“I’m wiped,” I sighed once they all were gone.
“I guess that means I can’t convince you to help me clean?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
“You clean?” I joked. “It will never happen! Do you even know how to wash a dish?”
“Very funny,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “You jerk.”

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus really wasn’t much of a cleaner.
She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn’t very often.
I wasn’t much better, but I’d been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions.
“You aren’t serious, are you?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” she replied. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s had a tough few days.”
I frowned and nodded.
I was very tired, but Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was right.
On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.
“How about we take a nap first?” I asked. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be over Anwar’s all day. I really am wiped.”
“Hmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said thoughtfully. “That does sound good, but I need a shower first.”
“Enjoy,” I shrugged. “Bed time for me.”

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was first to the stairs.
She climbed them and it actually took me a Moment to realize I was staring at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
‘It’s okay!’ I smiled to myself.
After what happened with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, did it really matter?
I took a few Moments to think about Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and her appearance.
‘Eīshān! Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s pretty hot!’

It wasn’t that I didn’t know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn’t attractive before, but I’d never truly looked at her as a Musalmān girl.
No, that’s not right.
I’d never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now.
I couldn’t help myself.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sexy Musalmān lady brigade!
I had already fucked a twenty eight at night, yet I was still thinking of her younger sister, twenty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had successfully changed my taste.
Hadn’t she?

Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s blond hair and she was built athletically.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass was big, and rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college.
She was a gym teacher and it showed.
Her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts weren’t nearly as big as Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.

“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked when we reached the top of the stairs.
She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.
“You know,” I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. “You could do a lot better than Vijay Vikram Pratāp.”
I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.
“You’re right,” she said, surprising me. “It’s too bad really. He’s handsome and smart.”
“Pretty packaging doesn’t make a good guy,” I said. “And neither does brains. And what’s with the total lack of a sense of humor?”
“Okay, MuslimātRamañ Hindu, ease off,” she said pointedly.
I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, rolled her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes and laughed.

I’d learned long ago not to comment on Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s Hindu boyfriend.
The fact that she hadn’t jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Vijay Vikram Pratāp said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.
“See you in a couple of hours,” I said, entering my room.
The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.

I woke up slowly.
It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn’t alone in my room.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me.
She looked as if she’d be there for a while.
I looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up.
Whatever was bothering her was bad.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.

Chapter 33
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Posted: April 11, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, Åbdul Ħamīd, Durgesh, Lubnā Salīm, Sabīħah Åbbās, Shaguftah Jamīl, Ħabībah | Leave a comment

Durgesh Lubnā Salīm
Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Muħammad Ashfāq
Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Waħīd

Chapter 30

I drank my morning coffee while sitting in the comfortable club chair in my living room.
I had an unobstructed view of the city, but I wasn’t focused on the scenery.
Instead, I was worried about my recent entry into a world of young white Musalmān wives and their cuckold Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.

I’d been seeing Lubnā Salīm, the tiny redheaded Musalmān extrovert, for nearly a month.
At first, we had only been intimate when Lubnā Salīm’s husband Muħammad Ashfāq was present and therefore able to watch.
Lately, however, Lubnā Salīm had started seeing me alone.
She’d assured me that Muħammad Ashfāq actually enjoyed waiting for her to return and fill him in on the details of her dalliances with me.
I had been extraordinary cautious at first, but Muħammad Ashfāq had personally confirmed that he was entirely comfortable waiting as well as watching, and I had been only too happy to oblige.

The truth was, I was really enjoying Lubnā Salīm’s near-obsession with my big Uncut Hindu Lund.
The fact that she was getting kinkier by the week didn’t hurt at all, either.
The last time we’d fucked in front of Muħammad Ashfāq, Lubnā Salīm had insisted that her husband lie on his back while she straddled his face and I drove into her from behind.
Muħammad Ashfāq had obligingly spread his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open so that I could easily ram my Uncut Hindu Cock into her, and then begun licking her Musalmān clitoris.
When I had finally pumped Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of cum, she’d lowered herself down on Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and climaxed one last time while her Pseudo Musalmān husband licked and sucked her clean.

We’d been in a post-coital haze when Lubnā Salīm spoke up.
“I almost feel guilty keeping your incredible Uncut Hindu Cock to myself.”
I chuckled, but Lubnā Salīm persisted.
“Seriously, Muħammad Ashfāq and I know at least three other Musalmān couples we could pretty well guarantee would love to go Hindu. They are young marrieds like us. One couple just got back from their honeymoon last week. If you’re interested, we could make introductions.”

I smiled affably.
“Tell me more about the newlyweds,” I said.

Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Thought that might get your attention. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s only 21 and just started as a teaching assistant at my University. Åbdul Ħamīd ― her husband ― is older, around 30 I think. He manages an electronics store.”

“And what makes you think they’d be interested?” I smiled, meaningfully.

“We went out for drinks the other night and I got a little talkative about what Muħammad Ashfāq and I were into,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was very curious ― she asked a lot of questions, so many in fact, that I started teasing her about wanting to try some Uncut Hindu Lund herself. She got very flustered and didn’t exactly deny it, so I flat out asked her if she was interested. She said she was, but wasn’t sure how Åbdul Ħamīd would react.”

“So you don’t really know?” I asked, smiling, teasing her actually.

Lubnā Salīm frowned.
“I didn’t say that, did I? I told her if she was serious to talk to Åbdul Ħamīd and see what he had to say,” she explained. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd pulled me aside at our lunch break today and told me Åbdul Ħamīd was willing to meet you. We’re coming over for drinks tomorrow evening.”

“How likely is this?” I asked.

Lubnā Salīm paused for a minute.
“That’s a really tough question to answer. To be completely honest, Åbdul Ħamīd’s kind of an arrogant ass. He thinks he’s Allah’s gift to Musalmān women. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd tells me that he’s quite well hung and absolutely convinced that she would never, ever, consider another man after him. He’s so confident that he gets her to dress provocatively and takes her to a local club frequented by Hindu men. He sits at the bar and makes her flirt and dance with the Hindu customers even, but she never delivers anything. Åbdul Ħamīd likes showing that he controls her and the Hindu guys can look but not have her. Then he takes her home and fucks her.”

I was cautious.
I had to.
My Uncut Hindu Lund belonged to my infinite Musalmān Live In Relationship Partners actually.
Their happiness and life of their children even was dependent on me.
I didn’t have any right to risk their happiness and life of their children even.
“Sounds like a weird dynamic. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd likes it?”

“She likes flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, but she hates feeling like a pawn in Åbdul Ħamīd’s dominance games,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Åbdul Ħamīd will try to pull the same crap with you, no doubt, but Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wants to teach the bastard, Åbdul Ħamīd, a lesson. Or should I say, to have you teach Åbdul Ħamīd a lesson Åbdul Ħamīd won’t ever forget.”

“How should I play this, then?” I asked, testing herself actually.

“Åbdul Ħamīd will have her tease you, but this time Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not going to leave when he tells her to,” Lubnā Salīm explained. “You need to control the dynamic, take charge, and fuck the hell out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. She’ll take care of cutting Åbdul Ħamīd down to size.” Lubnā Salīm paused. “I should tell you that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd thinks she’ll run the show. You need to dominate her too and make it clear that she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut and they’re both your cuck couple.”

I found myself drinking my coffee and thinking on my own increasing involvement in the interfaith cuckolding lifestyle.
I hadn’t originally wanted to reinforce Musalmān couples’ fantasies about Hindu bedroom dominance and Uncut Hindu Lund “superiority.”
Yet this was clearly where Musalmān couples were coming from and, I had to admit, lately I’d found the power dynamics increasingly arousing.
Taking control of a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife like Lubnā Salīm and giving her the fucking of her life while her Pseudo Musalmān husband watched was like Viagra, and the more I did it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the deeper into dominance I found myself descending. In addition, with Lubnā Salīm’s suggestions about Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd, it seemed like I was about to explore the scenario even more.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd were already at Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq’s condo when I arrived.
I ignored the new couple momentarily, nodded to Muħammad Ashfāq, and, walking up to the petite redhead, gave Lubnā Salīm a long tongue kiss, running my right hand down her gorgeous magnificent Musalmān back and squeezing her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Lubnā Salīm made a little humming noise in her throat and melted against me.
I knew the newlyweds were watching my display of open dominance closely.

“Muħammad Ashfāq, get me a bourbon and branch for your lovely wife, will you?” I made it sound like an instruction to a waiter rather than a request.
Muħammad Ashfāq headed to the kitchen to get the drink, while Lubnā Salīm made the introductions.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was a willowy blonde.
Like Lubnā Salīm, her hair was cut quite short, which called attention to her enormous blue eyes.
The effect was stunning.
She was perhaps 5 feet 7 inches tall, and radiated good health.
As I had anticipated, her Pseudo Musalmān husband had dressed her for display.
She was wearing a light and semi-opaque sun dress that tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back bare and showing clearly that she was not wearing a bra.
Her big Musalmān breasts were outlined clearly against the fabric.
The dress ended two inches above her knees, showing off her long, firm legs to advantage.
She smiled radiantly when I took her hand in mine, holding it far longer than necessary as I deliberately made a show of looking at Al Nādirah Al Waħīd from head to toe.
Only then did I release her hand and turn to her Pseudo Musalmān husband, acknowledging him with a slight tip of my head and ignoring Åbdul Ħamīd’s proffered handshake.
Muħammad Ashfāq returned with the drink, which I took without acknowledgement, and then turned my full attention back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.

“Tell me about yourself, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd,” I said, smiling at the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bride, offering my hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd took my hand in hers and I led her away from her Pseudo Musalmān husband toward the balcony.
“What brings you to me?”

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled back.
“Lubnā Salīm’s been singing your praises,” she said. “I guess I’ve always found Hindu men attractive, but have never had an opportunity to act on it. Åbdul Ħamīd and I met while I was a sophomore, started dating, got engaged and got married, so I’ve never been in a position where I felt I could date Hindu men.”

I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes until she blushed and broke the contact.
“So you’re a newlywed and a Uncut Hindu Lund virgin and you already want to cuckold your new Pseudo Musalmān husband with a Hindu man? That’s jumping in the deep end of the pool,” I said. “Is Åbdul Ħamīd failing to satisfy you?”

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd blushed again.
“He’s . . . fine.”

“But?” I asked.

“I’m not sure how to explain it,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said. “Åbdul Ħamīd’s focused on himself. It never occurs to him that he could be a better lover, or that I might have other interests. Moreover, it really upsets me that he makes me play the Uncut Hindu Cock-tease with Hindu guys for his amusement. I guess you could say that I want to just shock the hell out of Åbdul Ħamīd and show him that he doesn’t own me, if that makes sense, and that he’s not the be-all to end-all lover that he’s convinced he is.”

“Do you get turned on when Åbdul Ħamīd has you Uncut Hindu Cock-tease?” I asked.

Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“I like dancing and flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, that’s for sure, but it never amounts to anything. As soon as they start trying to feel me up, Åbdul Ħamīd cuts it off and we go home. It’s frustrating to get turned on and then have to stop.”

I smiled.
“I know I can help you with that problem.”
Then I leaned in and kissed the lovely young Musalmān blonde full on the lips, putting one hand on her waist and pulling her toward me.
The action was so smooth that it caught Al Nādirah Al Waħīd by surprise, and I felt her stiffen momentarily, but then relax, Her lips parted and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue darted between them and into my mouth as she pressed against me.
I felt her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her dress, and slid my hand down to caress her excellent Musalmān butt, squeezing her as I did so, and pushing her groin forward until it pressed against my Hindu crotch.
I held the kiss and felt her respond more passionately, finally breaking it off and leaving her gasping as I ran my hand down the front of her dress and over her now hard nipples.

“I’ll be right back,” I said, and crossed the room back to the kitchen, knowing full well that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Pseudo Musalmān husband had witnessed the entire event.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stood, stunned by the suddenness of the development.

I approached Lubnā Salīm as the petite redhead smiled a welcome. “That was pretty impressive,” she said. “Looks like she’s practically putty in your ever competent Hindu hands.”

“Maybe,” I replied, “but I need you to help get her ready and relaxed. That is, if you can think of a way to help out.”

Lubnā Salīm gave me a wicked grin. “I have just what she needs.” She bounced across the living room, put her head close to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s and whispered something in the Musalmān blonde’s ear.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded and the two young Musalmān wives headed down the hall to the master bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them when they reached their destination.

I turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq, acknowledging Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband directly for the first time that evening.
At thirty, Åbdul Ħamīd was in decent shape, perhaps 6 feet tall and trim, with close-cropped black hair, brown eyes, and decent muscle tone.
I surmised that Åbdul Ħamīd worked out enough to stave off the pudginess that often came with middle-management responsibilities.
Despite the air of confidence that Åbdul Ħamīd tried to project, I sensed that the man was uncertain and a bit uncomfortable about what he had just seen transpire.

“So, Åbdul Ħamīd, are you ready to join the ranks of Musalmān cuckolds?” I asked casually, almost as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband and I were talking about the latest standings in the NFL.

Åbdul Ħamīd nearly choked on his drink. “I, uh, well I don’t know that anything like that’s going to happen right now,” he spluttered. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wanted to just meet you, and I agreed to let her.”

I laughed.
“Oh, I think she’s ready to do way more than just meet me, judging from the way she just stuck her sweet little tongue halfway down my throat in the living room. I’d say she’s already made up her mind that the two of you aren’t leaving until she’s had a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot-full of big Uncut Hindu Lund.”

Åbdul Ħamīd scowled.
“I think you’ve got it all wrong. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not doing anything until and unless I tell her that I want her to do it.”

I gave Åbdul Ħamīd a long look.
“I don’t think so, my friend. The first lesson to be learned is that cuck Musalmān husbands don’t make the rules anymore. You’re here to help Al Nādirah Al Waħīd get what she really wants, which is to have you watch her fuck me. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be the most intense sexual experience of your life.”

Muħammad Ashfāq nodded vigorously. “My right, Åbdul Ħamīd. It really is the most amazing thing you’ll ever see.”

Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw clenched and he closed my hands into fists.
“I think this evening’s over. Muħammad Ashfāq, where’s Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gone to? It’s time for us to leave,” I said.

I smiled at the attempted assertiveness Åbdul Ħamīd was putting on display.
I drew myself up to my full height and leaned forward into the Pseudo Musalmān husband’s personal space, forcing Åbdul Ħamīd to look up at me.

“The only place you’re going is where I tell you to sit while you watch your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife get the kind of fucking she wants but you could never give her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd blanched and took a step back.
At that moment, Lubnā Salīm bounced into the kitchen.
“My goodness, boys, the testosterone is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” she said merrily. “Maybe you should just all put your dicks on the table and see who the real man is. On second thought, never mind. We all know who’d win that contest pretty easily.”

Åbdul Ħamīd shrugged. “I was telling Muħammad Ashfāq and Durgesh that we were just leaving.”

“Oh really?” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Might want to talk to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd about that. When I left the bedroom, she was lying on the bed stark naked. She sent me to tell Durgesh she was waiting for him.” With that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān redhead turned and walked back down the hallway to the bedroom.

I couldn’t help smirking at Åbdul Ħamīd.
“You two Pseudo Musalmīn cucks wait here,” I said, and followed Lubnā Salīm.*

It was the same bed I’d gained comfort from when I was here before.
Yet, now it was also something more.
It dawned on me that my thoughts described Al Furqān Al Firdaus as well.
She was the same Al Furqān Al Firdaus I knew and loved, but now she was something more.
“Hey Durgesh,” Ħabībah said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I groaned as I sat up. “This couch sucks! I’m exhausted.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your Bahoo Bégum’s room?” her boyfriend Vijay Vikram Pratāp asked.
“That was the plan,” I sighed. “Until Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home early.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum’s home?” Ħabībah asked, no longer smiling.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stood and stretched.
“Damn it!” Vijay Vikram Pratāp cried. “She hates me as it is, and this isn’t going to help!”
I fought off a smile.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t hate Vijay Vikram Pratāp.
She didn’t hate anyone, but then again he wasn’t her favorite person.
Mine either for that matter.
“Does she know about the party?” he asked.
“Of course she does,” Ħabībah said, answering for me. “She’s Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister. “I told her it was all Vijay Vikram Pratāp’s idea. You should be okay.” I then turned to Vijay Vikram Pratāp and added, “Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning.”
“What?” he asked nervously.
“Relax,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister sighed. “Durgesh is just joking.”
“Very funny man!” he said angrily.
I shrugged.
“Vijay Vikram Pratāp, I think you’d better be going,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s an early riser and I don’t think you want to be here when she gets up.”
“I’m gone,” he said, giving Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, a quick kiss and making for the door.

I frowned.
Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music?
“Think we should wake up Shaguftah Jamīl and Ashok?” Ħabībah asked.
“Probably,” I answered, forgetting about Vijay Vikram Pratāp for the Moment. “It will give them a chance to prepare.”
“As you can prepare for one of Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s lectures,” Ħabībah sighed, but then added, “On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There’s no reason for everyone to have to face the music.”
“I’ll wake them,” I said.

I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head.
I was also exhausted.
Had it happened?
Did I really sleep with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)?
Moreover, what did it mean for us today?

The last question was the one that concerned me the most.
I had no idea how to react, but I figured I’d work through it eventually.
On the other hand, I was seriously worried about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
I was cautious that there was a good chance she wouldn’t handle it at all.
And then what?

I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before, out of my head, for the Moment.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, and her boyfriend Shankar were asleep in the bed.
She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles.
Shaguftah Jamīl took after her Ammī’s side.
Shankar wasn’t much taller with blond hair and a wrestler’s built.
They made a nice couple.
They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.
“Wake up you two!” I said, shaking the bed.
Shankar didn’t budge, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, opened her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Lillah, For God’s sake, why?” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s home,” I replied.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus? Oh no!” Shaguftah Jamīl cried, and then started shaking Shankar.

I left the room and moved on to my bedroom.
I pulled my shirt off as I went.
I needed something to get me going.
A shower was just the thing.
I’d grab some clothes while I woke Ashok and his Musalmān girl up.
Maybe it would help.

I threw open the door to find Sabīħah Åbbās riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, on my bed.
The room smelled of sex.
Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me and smiled.
I shook my head.
She didn’t even pause in what she was doing.
“You two better hurry,” I said. “Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus is home and she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“Damn!” Ashok cried and pushed his Musalmān girl off him.
Sabīħah Åbbās clearly wanted to finish.
I shook my head and went to my dresser.

Ashok’s hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built.
Sabīħah Åbbās‘s hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it.
You wouldn’t know it based on the way she dressed, but her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body was amazing.
I’d gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment.

Chapter 31
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Chapter 28

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Bahoo Bégum’s Bed
The Triumph

Al Furqān Al Firdaus wasn’t so happy ever.
She was bubbling over her triumph.
Most of the Musalmān Bahū Bégums of Durgesh had married Durgesh’s uneducated/under educated, immensely orthodox, immensely religious, immensely duffer Musalmān stepsons only so that they could live with Durgesh under the same roof.
They were never sincere, never loyal, and never faithful to their ostensible Musalmān husbands.
In addition, why the hell should be they?
The dumbass Musalmīn never deserved so much brilliant, so much beautiful Musalmān wives ever.
They were only the excuses to live with Durgesh, and their stepladders to get Durgesh himself as soon as possible.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was too one of those Bahū Bégums of Durgesh.
Moreover, she had succeeded.
Durgesh never suspected it was her own planning.
So, my dear ever over religious Musalmān husband, you never let me enjoy your cut Musalmān nūnī as I damn please?
Okay, go to hell now.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus never needs you any more.

I asked.
“Weakness?”
“Don’t make me say it!” she begged between gasps, but oddly, I knew that she wanted me to.
“Tell me Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum!” I demanded. “Tell me your weakness!”

“I won’t!” she cried, suddenly fighting to get out from under me again.
The continuation of acting was necessary.
If Durgesh ever knew it was what Al Furqān Al Firdaus herself had planned, he’d be furious.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus must never let herself express her historical grand triumph on Durgesh.
Let Durgesh think always it was an accident, instead of any duly planned event.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus can’t afford Durgesh to know it ever.
I held her down and drove into her harder and faster.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, suddenly stopped fighting and came.
Her orgasm was explosive.
“Yes! Yes! Allah, yes! Måshā Allah, yes! Subħān Allah, yes!”

I wanted to cum with her and I was close, but I wasn’t there yet.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, thrashed under me violently.
It got so bad that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund popped free of her.
I tried to shove it back in, but I missed and ended up pushing against the entrance to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.

“Just like your bloody stepson!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, moaned again as she froze.
It took me a Moment to realize what she wanted.
No way!
“You want me to fuck your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass, don’t you, Jānum?” I asked.
“That’s disgusting!” she cried, which wasn’t a denial.
I’d taken so many times a Musalmān girl’s ass before, but the thought had still disinterested me.
Even then I pressed the head of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund against the entrance to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass more firmly.
It was surprisingly tight.
It didn’t help that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was fighting me once more.
She was clenching her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
I paused.
What if she really didn’t want me to?
“Tell me you want me to fuck your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass expressly, and I will,” I said.
“Never!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, gasped under me. “I’m a good Musalmān girl! I would never say something like that!”
“But you want me to, don’t you?” I asked.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, didn’t answer.
She just fought harder and the truth hit me.
“That’s it, isn’t it? You like to think of yourself as normal and wholesome, but the truth is that you’re a hyper sexual.”
“I am not!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m not doing this of my own free will. You’re forcing me!”
“And you love every Moment of it!” I laughed sarcastically, realizing I was right. “You like being held down. You like being taken. Admit it!”
“Durgesh, I’m Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum!” she cried in response.
“So? You married a criminal knowingly. Didn’t you?” I asked. “You’re also a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman. Admit it!”
“I can’t!” she cried.
I was done talking.
I knew the truth even if she wouldn’t say it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass was still clenched around my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund .
I was tempted to push past her resistance, but I didn’t want to hurt her.
I shifted down her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body.
She asked,
“What are you doing?”

I ignored her question and forced her thighs apart.
Now her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were open to me and only inches from my Uncut Hindu Lund .
I stuck my Uncut Hindu Lund out and rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?), moaned and relaxed slightly, but that only lasted until my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund moved to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’ (?)’s Musalmān ass was delicious!
“Durgesh, no!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “Not even your stepson did that ever!”
“His loss!” I grunted and focused on what I was doing.
I also drove my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and used the forefinger of the same hand on her Musalmān clit.
It wasn’t long before Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned loudly and she relaxed.
I worked both her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and ass hard.
She loved every minute of it!
“This is so wrong!” she finally gasped.
“Yes, it is,” I agreed easily now.
I smiled and decided to tease her.
“How can you just lay there and let your father in law, a Hindu, have his way with your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body? I’m fucking your Musalmān ass! What kind of a Bahū Bégum are you?”
“No!” she cried, and started fighting me again.

I moved up her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body and pressed her down against the bed.
She continued to fight until my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pushed into her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass for the first time.
She cried out yet never surprised me even a bit, by thrusting back to meet me.
I knew that was what Al Furqān Al Firdaus herself wanted to do with me ever.
I wasn’t a damn fool not to understand her body language ever.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus always watched between my legs.
In addition, she was always immensely pleased whenever she found there was even a slightest erection for her.
Only a damn fool couldn’t understand what she really wanted from me.
“Your Musalmān ass is so tight!” I whispered in her ear as I continued to force more of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside.
“So much like your damn fool Musalmān stepson!” she gasped out again. “Only too much bigger!”
“Kiss me!” I demanded as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund finally reached into the depth of her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s head turned and she looked at me.
The room was pitch black, but I could feel her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Kiss me. Show me just what kind of a hyper sexual you really are! Kiss your father in law, a Hindu, a Hindu!”

I thought she’d start fighting me again, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by finding my mouth and thrusting her tongue inside, instead.
I moved in and out of her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass slowly as we continued to kiss.
“Durgesh, stop!” she cried after a while and refused to kiss me.
I knew what she was trying to tell me.
She was ready.
She wanted me to fuck her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass hard.
She needed to feel me take her.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, we’re not done yet!” I said, thrusting into her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass with more power and propping myself up. “I need to cum! I need to fill your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass!”
“No!” she cried and started fighting me.
Damn her acting still now!
Sālī thought I was too a damn fool as her ever-criminal Musalmān husband was.
It wasn’t possible for her that I could know he was a terrorist too.
He deliberately managed his Ammī to seduce me so that he could too get into my home along with her.
It was a grand religious sacrifice for him to keep an eye constantly on an active kāfir.
I held her down roughly and fucked her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass with everything I had.
My hips slammed into her meaty Musalmān ass with my every Hindu stroke and made a slapping sound that drove me crazy.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus liked it too.
I could tell.
“I’m getting close!” I groaned after a while. “I want you to cum with me. Play with yourself!”
“No! Good Musalmān girls never do that!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied.

I took one of her hands, and roughly pushed it under her and between her beautiful Musalmān legs.
It threw my rhythm off, but that was fine for a bit.
I wanted this to last.
I took her hand in mine and made her rub her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
She fought, but not a lot and not for long.
It was only a few seconds before her fingers blurred on her clit without my direction.
“I can’t believe you’re forcing me to do this, you ever dirty Hindu scoundrel!” she cried, her orgasm growing.
“Sālī! Stop acting. Shut up and just do it!” I demanded. “Never think I’m such a damn fool as not to understand what you damn fools are really after.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned and I started fucking her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass in earnest again.
I was holding her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks now and ramming in and out of her.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus loved every second of it.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus I’m cumming!” I cried as my orgasm hit.
“That’s it baby! Cum in me! Fill your Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, your Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s Musalmān ass!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as her own orgasm hit.
I guess in the heat of the Moment, she forgot she was supposed to be a good Musalmān girl.

I pumped a huge amount of my Hindu cum into Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.
My orgasm took me for what felt like minutes.
This was one of the hottest Moments of my life!
I was fucking this Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman’s ass for the first time and it was Al Furqān Al Firdaus!
I had to admit I liked the roughness of our sex too.
It was something new to me as well.
“Durgesh, are you okay?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked in what sounded like real concern when I became dead weight on top of her.
“Better than that,” I moaned as I pushed into her deeper.
We lay there in silence for a while, both fighting to catch our breath.
“We shouldn’t have done that,” she said.
I could almost see her shaking her head.
She was calmer now.
“I know,” I said, surprising her by pulling her so that her head was resting on my shoulder.
It was my turn to comfort her by playing with her hair.
“I feel so guilty,” she added.
“Don’t,” I replied. “You’re a good ‘Bahoo Bégum’. If anyone should feel guilty it’s me. I did force myself on you.”
I wanted to test her sincerity from her reply.
“We both know that’s not true,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed.

“Yes it is,” I insisted. “And the truth is that I liked it. I liked it a lot. And don’t you dare say I’m so much like my damn fool criminal Musalmān stepson again!”
“But you are,” she said. “But only in the ways I like. You’re not the type of guy to run out on his family.”
“No, I’m not,” I agreed vehemently.
“And you are a lot bigger where it counts,” she added.
She was obviously trying to defuse my anger at my damn fool criminal Musalmān stepson.
It would always be there, but she was right.
This wasn’t the time or place.
“Thanks,” I said. “Knowing that helps.”
“Men!” she laughed.
“So, why did you come home early?” I asked, changing the subject.
“Ugh,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “You would ask that! I had to quit my job. Mr. Muħammad tried to force himself on me while we were away, and not in the way I like.”
“That asshole!” I snapped, ignoring her attempt at humor. “I’ll…”
“Do nothing,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said in that tone all Al Furqān Al Firdaus used. “He was my problem and I took care of him. You will stay away from him!”
“Okay,” I said, but it was too quick and Al Furqān Al Firdaus knew me.
“Durgesh, I’m serious,” she said. “He hit on me all trip and it came to a head when we were at a presentation. Rābiyah Muħammad was up on stage giving her talk and Mr. Muħammad and I were sitting with the rest of the audience. He grabbed my leg under the table and tried to reach higher.”
“What did you do?” I asked.
“I called him a pig and dumped a glass of water over his head,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said in satisfaction. “We were in front of most of his clients. It will cost him more than you think.”
“You should sue him,” I said.
“I might,” she replied. “But that’s not a conversation for tonight.”
“Tomorrow then,” I said.
“We’ll see,” she said, and then changed the subject. “By the way, why aren’t you sleeping in your bed?”
“Ashok and Shaguftah Jamīl came over,” I said smiling.
It was weird really.
Only a few minutes ago I was in control, holding Al Furqān Al Firdaus down and taking her roughly to both of our enjoyment, but here I was cautious to tell Al Furqān Al Firdaus that we’d had a small party while she was out.
“You and my sister had a party, didn’t you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus guessed.
“Just Ashok and Shaguftah Jamīl,” I said, but then added gravely. “And Vijay Vikram Pratāp, Shankar and Ashok’s new Musalmān girlfriend Sabīħah Åbbās. I thought you were her.”
“You thought I was your cousin’s Musalmān girlfriend and you attacked me?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Well, she did climb into the bed I was sleeping in,” I said explaining to her. “Besides, you’d have to meet her to understand. She’s a bit wild. I think Ashok might be as well.”
“So,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “What you’re trying to tell me is that my sister, and cousins are all in the other bedrooms with their significant others having sex?”
“I doubt they’re still at it,” I shrugged.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by laughing.
“You just better hope my brother never finds out,” she said when her laugh died down. “Anwar would completely lose it.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “You seem to be handling it pretty well.”
“I’m not my brother,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “And after what we just did, I don’t have any moral high ground to stand on for the Moment.”
“Well, that’s true,” I laughed.
“Durgesh, it’s not really all that funny,” she sighed. “I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. Hell, I can’t even say I didn’t need it, but that isn’t going to help tomorrow when we have to face what it means.”
“You know,” I said thoughtfully. “I like when you talk to me like this.”
“Like what?” she asked.
“Like a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman and not a Bahū Bégum,” I replied. “Don’t get me wrong. I love you and appreciate everything you did for Ħabībah growing up, but she is full-grown now. Besides, I never realized just how hot you could be before.”
“Durgesh, that’s wrong on so many levels,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “I’m your Bahoo Bégum after all. I’m not supposed to be hot, at least not to you. Besides, we both know that you wouldn’t be saying that if the lights were on. I’m not only young enough to be your Bahū Bégum, I really am that!”*

I reached for the nightstand.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was clearly not expecting it when the light came on.
It was soft and dull, but we’d been in complete darkness.
“Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, reaching for the covers.
I was alert on top of her and held her in place.
“Stop!”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, relax,” I said. “I just wanted to prove you wrong. You’re just as hot in the light as in the darkness.”
She froze and looked up at me.
I smiled down at her.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was only twenty-eight and looked great.
I knew that and so did she.
She worked hard at keeping herself that way and her excellent fantastic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān curves showed it.
“You know, whatever else I’d say about Mr. Muħammad, he had great taste.”
“Durgesh, get off me,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, shaking her head, but smiling slightly.
“I would, but I seem to have a problem,” I said with a grin.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus frowned briefly in concern, but she saw my grin and quickly realized the truth.
The fact that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was bumping into her belly probably helped.
“No way!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but I ignored her and tried to kiss her.
She twisted her face to the side and I ended up kissing her neck.
I didn’t mind in the least.
I worked my way up to her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
“Durgesh, we can’t! Not again!”
“I want you!” I said between kisses. “And I want to look into your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes, as you cum!”
“No!” she cried again, louder.
“If you get much louder you’re bound to get the attention of everyone else in the house. Could you just picture Ħabībah’s reaction? Or uncle Anwar’s if one of his kids told him?”
“That’s my point!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but this time she kept her voice lower. “We can’t keep on doing this! We’ll get caught eventually and then what?”
“You make a good point,” I said, but then grinned and shrugged before adding, “But at the Moment I could care less. I want you. I’m going to have you and that’s all that matters.”

Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked up into my Hindu male eyes and saw that I was serious despite my grin.
She licked her lips in a way that left me know she wanted it too.
That was all I needed to know.
I pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund halfway into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot with one Hindu thrust.
“Stop!” she cried, fighting me once more. “I’m Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum!”
Sālī continuously was trying to keep her acting that she was perfectly innocent still now.
“You’re a hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman that I want to make scream!” I growled.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s eyes got bigger as I thrust the rest of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
She cried out and wrapped her beautiful Musalmān arms around me.
I started stroking in and out of her.
Once again, I felt her nails on my back.
“Durgesh, I thought I had the ultimate protection from you!” she gasped as her orgasm neared.
“You do!” I replied. “But no one is good all the time. Not even you Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?). Be a hyper sexual as you really are, and cum for me!”
“Yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body locking up in orgasm.
I watched her passion filled expression in awe.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus really was beautiful.
I’d remember this Moment forever.
She noticed me watching and added,
“Durgesh, cum with me! Cum into Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum! Okay?”

I grunted and let lose.
I filled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot as Al Furqān Al Firdaus rolled into another orgasm.
Our bodies slammed together over and over again until we were both completely spent.

Chapter 29
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The Extent: Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband:27

Posted: April 2, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Durgesh Al Furqān Al Firdaus
Bahoo Bégum’s Bed

Chapter 27

I climbed into bed and closed my eyes.
I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep.
I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was horny.
I was as horny as hell.
I thought about taking care of myself, calling some young Musalmān lady that too needed me, but I was in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed and I just didn’t want to do it there.

It took me some time to relax finally.
That’s when lying in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed helped.
It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I reassured her of my stepson’s cruelty to her.
In fact, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed was where Ħabībah and I used to climb in when Ħabībah had nightmares.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, would play with our hair until we fell asleep.

I’m not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room.
It was pitch black and whoever it was didn’t seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling.
I couldn’t quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual.
I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.

I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night.
I briefly played with the idea that it might be a burglar, but the person was far too noisy for that.
It had to be one of the people sleeping over.

I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me.
I felt myself stiffen instantly.
Could it be?
Would she do this?

I thought the answer to both questions obvious.
I remembered the way Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me, and what she said.
It had to be her.
The question was, what should I do about it?
She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend.

‘Maybe Ashok knows.
Maybe they decided to do what she said.
Maybe Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, is going to get Sabīħah Åbbās’s sister while I get Sabīħah Åbbās,’ I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, ‘That’s a hell of a lot of maybes.’

I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me.
All the sexual tension from before, returned in full and I reached for her.
Sabīħah Åbbās was Ashok’s Musalmān girl and we were in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore.
I aggressively pulled her into a fierce passionate kiss before she could say anything.
She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.
Naked?
Wow, what the hell more I wanted/needed?

Sabīħah Åbbās stiffened at first when I kissed her.
I guess she was surprised I was awake.
She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk.
She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
They felt larger than I remembered.
She took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and started stroking it as she did with Ashok earlier.
It was my turn to moan.

I pulled off my shirt, sweats, and dropped them on the floor.
We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay.
I rolled on top of her and Sabīħah Åbbās spread her beautiful Musalmān legs wide.
The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn’t stop myself from taking a Moment to taste her.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund dipped deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and she cried out.
Sabīħah Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was surprisingly hairy.
I liked it.

“Yes! It’s been so long!”

I froze at the words.
The voice wasn’t Sabīħah Åbbās’s!
My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth.
I was lying here with my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund between Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s legs!
Eīshān! Oh my God!
She was supposed to be out of town!
One more successful conspiracy from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Why the hell she is so much after my Musalmān stepsons’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān wives, my Bahū Bégums, my daughters in law now?
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in seducing me, she targeted my other Musalmān stepdaughters too.
One by one, she made most of them my Live In Relationship partners.
My entire efforts to keep platonic relationship with my Musalmān stepdaughters were deliberately conspiratorially backfired due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’s constant adverse efforts.
They constantly preached my Musalmān till stepdaughters that I am not their real father and that’s what counts actually.
Offense is the best defense ever.
Never call me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
Never accept me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
And to show it to everyone, the best way is seduce Durgesh and make Durgesh your Live In Relationship partner.
No daughter can do it ever to his father.
The ultimate act thus itself would prove you never accepted Durgesh your father.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself did.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expects from them to do.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in most of the cases.
She even succeeded in breaking the marriages of them who married Musalmīn despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost adverse efforts.
Then deliberately created the situations so that they too became my Live In Relationship partners ultimately.
And now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is targeting my Musalmān Bahū Bégums…
“Allah! Don’t stop now, Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried, using both of her hands to pull my nude Hindu waist against her.
I didn’t know what to do.
This was wrong, so very wrong!

‘Or is it?’ I suddenly asked myself.
I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, liked what I was doing.
I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn’t come into it.
Besides, she tasted amazing on my Uncut Hindu Lund !
“Please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m close! Come on, you brute! How can you leave me now thus unsatisfied? Aren’t you even humane, beast?”
I tentatively started fucking again almost without realizing it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder.
“Durgesh, or whoever the hell you are, you have the nicest Uncut Hindu Lund ! Hell, you must be Durgesh, none else! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”*

I thought.
‘She must be very drunk,’
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wasn’t the type to drink or sleep around.
I knew that.
In fact, she’d only Moments ago said that it had been a long time since she’d been with a man.
She obviously wasn’t thinking straight right now, but she would in time.
“Oh!” she gasped. “I’m going to orgasm soon!”
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became even wetter and the young Musalmān taste and the tightness around my Uncut Hindu Lund overwhelmed me.

I refocused my attention on what I was doing.
I was quickly rewarded with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cum.
She cried out as her orgasm took her.
The sound made me smile, almost proudly.
No matter what else, I’d given Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a Moment of ecstasy, at least.
“That’s amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” she murmured involuntarily.
I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more.
So did me.
‘I can’t feel this way about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum! It’s so wrong!’ I thought.
Yet, I felt what I felt.
‘No!’

I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement.
The only problem was that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her hand around my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape.
A few Moments later Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, kissed me, and all thoughts of leaving her at once then and there, disappeared.
I couldn’t help it.
I was too a human being after all.
I couldn’t be an impotent at least.

I was amazed at how excited kissing Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, made me feel.
It didn’t make sense!
She was Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, and I couldn’t do this with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
Only I was and it felt incredible.
Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned.
I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes; I felt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, start to shift on top of me.
I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready for that.
Not with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum!
I pushed her off.
“Men!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, laughed. “You’re all the same. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about until she took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

Eīshān!!’ I cried silently. ‘Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, is giving me a blowjob!’
The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse.

I moaned and rested one hand on Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s head.
She didn’t need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her curly, blond hair.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was a full figured woman, yet not fat in any sense of the word.
She went to the gym every night and stayed trim.
She said it was because of her job, but I knew that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was proud of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān figure.

My orgasm grew close very quickly.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, continued to suck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as if she had gone crazy.
She also massaged my Hindu balls with one hand.
It didn’t take long for me to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, drank it all down.
“I hope you don’t take long to recover,” she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. “I need this. It’s been a very long time and I’ve had a horrible last couple of days.”

I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was.
So instead, I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, again.
She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.
“Oh very nice!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried when she felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund hardening again.
This time she tried to shift me on top of her.
I helped despite my uncertainty.
She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added,
“I’m ready!”

The question was, was I?
Would I really have sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum?
I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow?
How would we deal when we were both sober?
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was rubbing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Please don’t tease me!” she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the Moment.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn’t take me long to push all the way in.
I didn’t want to think about the only other time I’d been inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus; my Bahoo Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.
“Yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “You’re so big!”

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān legs around my hips and pulled me deeper.
She also raked my back with her nails.
It got worse the closer she came to orgasm.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m cumming!”
I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.

My own orgasm was still far off.
I wanted to bring Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn’t right.
Don’t get me wrong.
What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy.
I just couldn’t finish, not like this.

Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, thrashed under me as her orgasm took her.
I held her through it and kept my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed as deeply as it would go.
It took Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a surprisingly long time to finish.
As if, it was infinity.
She said, sounding almost as if she were crying. “Thank you, I really needed that.”

I refused to get off her or pull out.
In fact, it wasn’t long before I started gently moving in and out of her again.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, responded slowly.
“Again?” she asked in surprise.
I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to mean,
“You are something else!”

I continued to work her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was hot and wet!
It felt as if my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace.
It was amazing!
I wanted to cum inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but I knew that there was only one way I’d be able to do that.
She needed to know the truth.
Could I do it?
How could I not?
“You are beautiful,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, stopped scratching my back.
My words were sinking in past her alcohol-filled mind.
“I love you.”
“Durgesh?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked tentatively.
“Yes, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum,” I answered. “It’s me.”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried and pushed against me wildly.
I wouldn’t let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pulled free and I groaned.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, calm down,” I said.
“Get off!” she cried.
“No, you’ve already compelled me to do everything. Nothing is left there to stop now.” I said, surprising us both.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still hard and wedged between her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, whimpered.
“It’s already done,” I replied gravely. “And don’t say you didn’t love every minute of it! The bed is soaked.”
“How could you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked.
“I didn’t know it was you at first,” I replied. “What’s your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?”
“I didn’t think!” she moaned. “I’m drunk.”
“I know,” I said more gently.
“Durgesh, please get off me?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked more calmly, but she was obviously still in shock.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, we’ve already done the worst we can,” I said. “And it was amazing! I need to cum in you. Please let me.”
“No! Never!” she cried. “You’re my father in law!”
“I’m also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm,” I said curtly, rather rudely even somewhat.
“We can’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, said, but it was obvious she was weakening.
I knew that tone of voice.
All I needed to do was be patient and I’d get my way.
I learned that a long time ago.
The only problem was that I couldn’t.
I shifted my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“You wouldn’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried.
I thrust my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.
“Stop!”

I ignored her cries.
She would always be Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but right now, she was also a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.

She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place.
She fought harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became wetter with every passing second.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks slightly to give me better access.
I smiled and pushed in deeper.
“You’re right!” I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “But that’s not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either.”
“Oh yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned. “Cum in me! I want to feel a man fill me again!”
“Even if that man is your father in law, a Hindu?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again.
It wasn’t very long.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way.
I drove into her over and over again.
“Durgesh, your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so big!” she moaned. “And you’ve found my weakness, just like your stepson did all those years ago.”

Chapter 28
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Posted: March 31, 2014 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, incest, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Optimum Matchmaking, Sabīħah Åbbās, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, Shaguftah Jamīl, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment