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It had all happened so fast, and yet now…now it all seemed so natural.
Why the hell wouldn’t I want to give my own daughter the unique pleasure only Durgesh can bestow on a Musalmān lady, Al Furqān Al Zahīr asked herself as she listened to the two of us grunting out soft, little love-grunts as we furiously fucked.
As her Live in relationship partner, I had always been a loving Hindu man, bring her joy and happiness.
And now, I was sharing that with her lovely Musalmān daughter.
It somehow seemed to be how it should be.
Hindu Man and Musalmān woman, freely and willingly sharing their love for each other…
What’s wrong in it?
Allah, What the hell is wrong in it?
Why the hell Al Furqān Al Zahīr acted so communal, so selfish?
With her own daughter?
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could not believe herself acting so inhumane, so irrational.
Ilāhī Dåūd’s little feet were jerking back and forth in rhythm with the merciless fucking her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was receiving.
Her sensitive nipples were rubbing against my chest sending even more pleasure down to her hot, clutching extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it hungrily devoured the invading Hindu monster sloshing in and out of it at an unbelievable pace.
The bed was rocking and groaning like a boat in a hurricane as Ilāhī Dåūd was rudely jostled back and forth making her big, pendulous Musalmān tits flip and flop about wildly.
Bedsprings creaking, groins wetly slapping, groaning grunts all filled the air around us in celebration of the ashvinātam joining while Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked on with intense fascination.
How long could I last, Al Furqān Al Zahīr giddily wondered?
In our twenty-one years, I had always been able to prolong my own satisfaction until hers was achieved.
But this…this must be so emotionally charged, surely I wouldn’t be able to hold it back for long.
And, although it hadn’t taken long, I had already primed my Uncut Hindu Lund with her own extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I was bouncing up and down on Ilāhī Dåūd like a car with a broken spring, Al Furqān Al Zahīr sickly thought watching my ass heave up and down tirelessly.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could see the muscles in Ilāhī Dåūd’s hips and back tensing, arching her back and slowly lifting it up off the bed as Ilāhī Dåūd fought for the finish.
But I didn’t seem to tire as I mercilessly punished her tight, hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my massive Hindu weapon.
“Bad girl…bad girl… Ilāhī Dåūd’s bad…bad girl,” I panted out as I fucked her with deep, bone-jarring Hindu strokes, filling her to her limit on every Hindu thrust.
“Yes…yesss…yesssss… Ilāhī Dåūd’s bad…bad girl…Durgesh, fuck my bad girl…fuck her and make her come…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned out, clawing at me to coax me on as her feet slashed the air by my head.
But the savage attack continued on incredibly unabated for several more long, passion-filled HOURS, before it came to an abrupt end for Ilāhī Dåūd.
“Durgesh! Durgesh! Durgesh!” Ilāhī Dåūd finally squealed out, her big heavy gorgeous perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks jerking uncontrollably as her whole body strained up against my pounding Hindu assault on her clutching, spasming, convulsing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Jolts of raw electricity tore through extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, wracking it and sending a current of pure, unadulterated pleasure into her brain.
” Ilāhī Dåūd bad…so bad… Ilāhī Dåūd so bad…coming…coming…on My Uncut Hindu Lund!” I wheezed out, my face grimacing in pre-orgasmic anticipation.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had seen that look too many times not to know what was coming!
Then, with a loud, primal grunt, I slammed my Uncut Hindu Lund down into Ilāhī Dåūd as deepest as it would go.
With a mighty jerk, My Uncut Hindu Lund began to spew out it’s venomous load of thick, sperm-filled Hindu semen in hot fiery spurts, deepest inside Ilāhī Dåūd’s sucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Yesssss, Durgesh, Méré Hindu Piyā! The ever efficient Hindu Kħasam of us ever horniest beautiful Musalmān houseladies, yessssssssss,” Ilāhī Dåūd bubbled, sinking her talons into my butt and pulling me down into her even deeper as my Uncut Hindu Lund emptied its potent Hindu load into her waiting Musalmān womb.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr caressed my butt, watching it clench and relax rhythmically as my giant Uncut Hindu Lund ejected its virulent Hindu seed into her daughter’s fertile Musalmān garden…
Finally, gasping to catch my breath, my task completed, I slowly backed my Hindu cum-coated Uncut Hindu Lund back down the cum-filled trench of Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, tight extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr watched on with intense captivation as the wet, glistening Hindu monster slithered out, already beginning to wither and wilt.
It was covered with a thick glaze of juice and cum which was slowly dripping down onto the sheets.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had never seen anything so evil…so malignant…so wicked, but at the same time Al Furqān Al Zahīr found it profoundly exciting.
While I had just defiled Ilāhī Dåūd’s beautiful flower with the Hindu monster, I had also deposited my Hindu seeds of life into her.
It strangely felt as if Al Furqān Al Zahīr and I together were giving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter our Hindu child…*
Easing Ilāhī Dåūd’s long, lovely Musalmān legs down onto the bed, I crawled over them and flopped down between Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd.
I and Ilāhī Dåūd were fighting to catch our breath as Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached over and ran a red-tipped finger down my Hindu cum-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund.
“That was so…so wicked…and exciting,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, leaning over and tenderly kissing me on the cheek. “Watching you fuck my daughter…”
“Um-huh,” I grunted, still trying to catch my breath.
“Did you give my little girl a baby? Did you give her our baby?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whispered, running her fingers over my cheek.
“Um-huh,” I mumbled again, my breathing finally beginning to return to normal.
It took several more Moments for everything to return to some semblance of normalcy before I sat up and scooted over to the edge of the bed.
“Your little girl is so bad!” I growled out. “Don’t you think your girl is bad, Al Furqān Al Zahīr?”
“Yes…Yes, Durgesh…My nasty little girl is so, so bad,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr grinned, sitting up and scooting down beside me.
“And what do you think Durgesh should do to your bad little girl, Al Furqān Al Zahīr?” I asked as Al Furqān Al Zahīr put her hand on my thigh and gave it an intimate squeeze.
“Spank her, Durgesh…Durgesh should spank my bad little girl…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr smirked, looking down at my Uncut Hindu Lund that was already showing signs of life again.
“But I have two little bad girls,” I grumbled. “I can’t spank both of them at the same time, can I?”
“No! No, Durgesh, you can’t spank us both at the same time,” Ilāhī Dåūd mischievously grinned. “But Durgesh, you could spank one bad girl and let the other little girl suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund. Suck on it and make it hard so Durgesh could fuck the little girls again.”
“Why Ilāhī Dåūd! That is a very juiced idea,” I grinned, reaching over and caressing one of her dangling Musalmān tits that were still dribbling milk. “And for being such a smart, little girl, Durgesh is going to let Ilāhī Dåūd choose which Ilāhī Dåūd wants to do…First…be spanked or suck on My big Uncut Hindu Lund?”
“Oh, Durgesh, you’re too kind to your little bad girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd cooed, running her hand up to my slowly hardening Uncut Hindu Lund and curling her fist around it. “Of course, Ilāhī Dåūd wants to suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund while Durgesh gives her Ammī a spanking for being such a bad little girl.”
“Well, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, you heard Ilāhī Dåūd,” I said, smiling sternly as I turned to her.
“Huh…what? You mean…me…you spank me?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped out.
This was a totally new experience for her, Al Furqān Al Zahīr groggily thought.
Never in our twenty years of Live in relationship had I ever even mentioned spanking.
She knew that I had spanked Ilāhī Dåūd for discipline and thought that there was more to it than that, but Al Furqān Al Zahīr had thought Ilāhī Dåūd had stopped that ten years ago.
But this was a new revelation.
“Yes, I mean you,” I angrily told her. “You acted like a bad little girl. You let Ilāhī Dåūd eat your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and then you let me fuck you right in front of my recent new young Musalmān wife. What a bad little girl you are!”
Not knowing what to expect, she quickly scooted down beside me and saw that Ilāhī Dåūd was already bent down over my crotch, busily sucking away on my ever hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Now stand up and step around to the other side of My leg,” I ordered her, slowly stroking her gobbling daughter’s long brown hair.
Timidly Al Furqān Al Zahīr stepped around my legs and stopped beside them.
Looking down at me with her big Moon eyes Al Furqān Al Zahīr waited for her next instructions as I grinned and ogled her big, bobbling Musalmān tits.
“Now bend down over My legs…but be careful and don’t disturb little Ilāhī Dåūd who is doing such a fine job of making My Uncut Hindu Lund big and hard again…” I laughed dementedly, impishly.
Putting her arms out Al Furqān Al Zahīr steadied herself holding onto one Hindu leg as she leaned down over us.
With her groin resting against one leg, Al Furqān Al Zahīr eased her big, dangling Musalmān tits down onto my other leg.
As Al Furqān Al Zahīr did it, Al Furqān Al Zahīr could hear Ilāhī Dåūd loudly slurping on my big, juices-coated Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt My Hindu hand on her Musalmān back, holding her pressed her down against my legs.
“Spread your legs,” I told her, pulling her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs apart.
“Oh…don’t hit me there…please,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr pleaded, but still slowly spread her long legs apart.
“Why would I want to hit my little girl there?” I asked as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt me ease my two fingers down into her juice-filled extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“But, but you said spanking,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr complained, feeling me hook my fingers and dig out a big gob of the juice.
“I did…but first the preparation…” I told her, smirking down at her as I began to spread the juicy cream over the smooth, white skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass.
“You have such a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass for a little girl,” I crooned, lovingly running my hands over its smooth Musalmān roundness spreading the slippery juice all over it. “Maybe Durgesh will have some of my little girl’s pretty Musalmān ass later.”
“Yes…yes…Durgesh can have some of the little girl’s pretty Musalmān ass later…if he wants,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, suddenly finding the whole charade erotically exciting for some strange reason.
Spanking or dirty talk for that matter either had never turned her on, but then again I had never even suggested it in the past.
Plus the fact that her daughter was in the middle of it, made it so wildly exciting.
“Ammī has been such a bad, bad girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd childishly pantomimed in baby talk as Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hand lift off her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass. “Ammī needs Durgesh to spank her and make her a juiced little Musalmān girl…”
I brought my hand down on smooth unblemished Musalmān skin of her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass with a loud pop.
“Oh, Durgesh,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr cooed as a tickle of excitement accompanied the stinging slap.
“Will My girl be a juiced girl?” I asked, raising my hand into the air and spanking her a second time.
“Oh…yes…Ammī…My little girl will be a juiced little girl…Ammī will suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund and fuck your big Uncut Hindu Lund and do anything Durgesh wants Ammī…the little girl to do…” Ilāhī Dåūd moaned out grinding her hairy extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against my kness and thrusting her big Musalmān tits against my thigh.
Meanwhile, like a child with an all day sucker Ilāhī Dåūd continued to roughly suck and slurp on My big, jutting Uncut Hindu Lund.
A third, then a fourth, and finally a fifth blow rained down on Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s reddening Musalmān butt.
“Now, can Ammī…the little girl be a juiced little girl?” Ilāhī Dåūd heard me ask her Ammī, signaling the end of her spanking.
“Oh…yes…yes…yes, Ammī…the little girl will be a juiced little girl,” Ilāhī Dåūd gurgled out.
“Juiced…now take Ilāhī Dåūd’s place and suck on my Uncut Hindu Lund while I give Ilāhī Dåūd her punishment…”
Ilāhī Dåūd jerked her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up off my juice-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund as her Ammī quickly scrambled around and dropped her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down onto it.
Moving around Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down over my legs, placing herself in the spanking position.
As Ilāhī Dåūd did Ilāhī Dåūd could feel milk begin to ooze out of her crushed Musalmān tits again.
Looking down Ilāhī Dåūd saw the white streams begin to trickle down my Hindu leg as Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hand press her down against my legs.
Then, without warning, I brought my hand down on her upthrust Musalmān butt delivering it a stinging blow and reddening its perfect skin.
” Ilāhī Dåūd was a bad girl…Bad girl, sucking on My Uncut Hindu Lund right in front of her Ammī,” I muttered. ” Ilāhī Dåūd was so bad!”
“Yes, yes, Durgesh, Ilāhī Dåūd is so bad,” Ilāhī Dåūd baby-talked. “Durgesh needs to give Ilāhī Dåūd a spanking…”
“Yes, I do,” I grunted, bringing my hand down again with more enthusiasm.
They were perverted Musalmān Beauties.
I couldn’t help it now except to give them what they wanted so badly.
I hated spanking them, but it was more than obvious that they didn’t only love it, they were crazy for it too, instead.
I didn’t have another option except to oblige them.
The loud retort of the slap rang off the cabin walls mixing with the obscene slurp of Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth as it sucked up and down the massive Hindu pole of meat sticking up out of my groin.
Then, just as with her Ammī, a third and a fourth and finally, I planted a fifth pop on Ilāhī Dåūd’s stinging Musalmān ass.
“Now, can Ilāhī Dåūd be a juiced, little girl?” I asked, as Ilāhī Dåūd slowly stood.
“Yes, Durgesh, Ilāhī Dåūd will be a juiced, little girl for Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, seeing that I was staring down at the twin streams of milk oozing down out of her big, puffy nipples.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel the stream of milk run down the curved undersurface of her tit and onto the smooth skin of her taut belly.
“Would Durgesh like some of Ilāhī Dåūd’s milk?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, slowly moving her breast toward my face.
“Yes…yes, Durgesh would like to have some of Ilāhī Dåūd’s sweet milk…” I smiled, “and even her Ammī can have some of it, too!”
Pushing Al Furqān Al Zahīr off my big, spit-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund, I stood up and moved aside to let Ilāhī Dåūd crawl up onto the bed.
With a wicked little giggle, Ilāhī Dåūd rolled over onto her back and cupped her excellent Musalmān breasts as the milk continued to leak out of them.
Both of us joined her, climbing up and lying down beside her.
Ilāhī Dåūd felt a tingle of something, but Ilāhī Dåūd couldn’t explain what it was as both of us leaned down over her excellent Musalmān breasts and gently sucked her big, puffy nipples into our mouths.
Her milk began to flow out into our mouths filling us with its rich sweetness.
And soon Ilāhī Dåūd saw that our lips were covered with a bubbly white froth as we lovingly suckled her.
As I sucked on her nipple, I also tickled my tongue back and forth across the spewing knob sending tingles of excitement down to her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr was even more aggressive, nipping and nibbling on the sensitive pap as Ilāhī Dåūd squeezed Ilāhī Dåūd’s tit to coax out more of the nectarous sap.
As I sucked away at her breast Ilāhī Dåūd could feel the hard, round head of my Uncut Hindu Lund digging into her thigh.
At the same time, Al Furqān Al Zahīr had her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs draped over Ilāhī Dåūd’s as was working her wet, juicy extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot up and down Ilāhī Dåūd’s thigh, coating it with her abundant juices.
It was almost enough to make her come Ilāhī Dåūd deliriously thought, running her hand down my massive Hindu slab of man-meat.
Ilāhī Dåūd roughly squeezed and pulled on it as I continued to thrust it against her thigh.
Ilāhī Dåūd could feel her excellent Musalmān breasts running dry, but she knew that the Hindu monster Ilāhī Dåūd held in her hand held cream.
Thick, rich Hindu cream that could satisfy her hunger, too.
And if it couldn’t, she knew that the abundant juices flowing from her Ammī’s hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could help satisfy her gluttonous female Musalmān greed.
The flow of milk stopped just as Ilāhī Dåūd had thought it would.
As it did, Al Furqān Al Zahīr and I lifted our froth-covered lips off the bulging nipples and looked up at her.
“Durgesh, let Ammī and I suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund while you play with our hot little Musalmān pussies,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, gently pushing us away from her empty breasts. “You took my milk…and now I want to take your sweet Hindu cream…suck it out of your handsome Hindu peter and drink it down…just like you did my milk!”
“Yes…yes…drink my Hindu cum…suck it out of as my Uncut Hindu Lund and drink it down,” I moaned, rolling over onto my back.
Within Moments, both the Musalmān Beauties were lying beside me on their bellies, their heads beside my jutting Uncut Hindu Lund and our long, sweaty legs spread wide open.
Then, just as I felt both their hot lips on my Uncut Hindu Lund, I eased my hand under their Musalmān pussies, cupping their hot juiciness in the palm of my hand.
Looking down, I watched Ilāhī Dåūd pull my big Uncut Hindu Lund over to her side and quickly suck it inside her hot Musalmān mouth.
As I felt her hungrily sucking, I delicately eased my thumb into her hot, wet extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Bending my middle finger, I found her jutting Musalmān clit with its tip as I searched for her g-spot with my thumb.
Then I felt the ridged little spot and began rubbing my thumb back and forth across it as Ilāhī Dåūd’s ass began to jiggle and clench.
Then, I felt Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s lips brush across my balls.
As they did it, I eased my other thumb into her slippery Musalmān vagina.
Searching for her spot, I quickly found it and began to tease it at the same time I rubbed her Musalmān clit with the tip of my finger.
Both the Musalmān Beauties were squirming and fidgeting, rolling their hips around as I tormented them with my fingers and thumbs.
But I could feel the seeds down inside my balls, one of which was now inside Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth were beginning to ferment and ready for release.
Ilāhī Dåūd was feverishly working on my Uncut Hindu Lund with her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and lips.
Sucking, pulling, gnawing and nipping on it Ilāhī Dåūd tried to coax out its creamy load while Al Furqān Al Zahīr now had both of us in her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, rolling us around its hot, spitty insides.
Closer and closer I slipped, my balls tightening and beginning to scrunch up around the hairless base of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Furqān Al Zahīr let them slither out of Insistent mouth.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd began to alternate the female Musalmān attack, jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund back and forth between them as they hungrily attacked it with their greedy female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths.
But the two-pronged attack was too much.
I felt my Hindu balls explode, erupting in an eruption of heavy proportions.
And as fate would have it, the first enormous gush of Hindu semen spurted out into Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, hungry Musalmān mouth.
But no sooner that it had sent out the first spume, I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund being jerked away from Ilāhī Dåūd as Al Furqān Al Zahīr hungrily sucked it into her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth just in time for the second upheaval of thick hot Hindu cream spew out of it.
Then it was back to Ilāhī Dåūd and then to Al Furqān Al Zahīr as the two Musalmān Beauties alternately sucked out my Hindu load of creamy sap
On and on it went until I was completely drained by the two greedy extremely beautiful female Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouths…
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you two…my little Musalmān girls certainly drained my Uncut Hindu Lund this time,” I grinned down at Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd, slowly easing my thumbs out of their Musalmān pussies as they grinned back at me with my Hindu cum-stained Musalmān lips.
Some of my potent Hindu juice had escaped during the trading of my Uncut Hindu Lund and now it slowly trickled down their chins.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr slowly rolled over and sat up.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slowly stiffening in Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand.
“He is getting hard again, Ammī,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, giving my growing Uncut Hindu Lund another squeeze.
“Really?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr snickered, reaching down under me and finding My big Uncut Hindu Lund with Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand wrapped around it. “My…my…it looks like Durgesh likes getting squeezed…”
Ilāhī Dåūd felt my Uncut Hindu Lund jump in her hand.
By the time my Uncut Hindu Lund was sticking out hard and ready again.
“Now, can Durgesh be a juiced little, uh, big Hindu boy?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr giggled, squeezing and twisting on the shaft of my stiff Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Yes…yes, Durgesh can be a very juiced Hindu boy,” I grinned. “And he’ll show both Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Ilāhī Dåūd just how juiced I can be…”
“Durgesh, I never knew that you like fucking us both simultaneously.” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, as I pushed up to my feet.
“Neither did I.”
“Well, it certainly seems to excite you,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr laughed, pushing Ilāhī Dåūd’s hand off my Uncut Hindu Lund and running her own Musalmān hand up and down its steely Hindu hardness.
“Why don’t you show Ilāhī Dåūd how juiced a boy you can be while I fix us a snack,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr laughed, letting go of my big Uncut Hindu Lund and rolling off the bed.
“Yeah, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled rolling onto her back and scooting to the middle of the bed. “Show Ilāhī Dåūd what a juiced little, uh, big boy you can be…”
I and Ilāhī Dåūd both paused to watch Al Furqān Al Zahīr stride across the room.
Her tight, muscular Musalmān ass quivered tautly with each step much to our delight as Al Furqān Al Zahīr swished across the room and out the door.
“Now where were we?” I smiled down at her as Ilāhī Dåūd slowly spread her long lovely legs to reveal the wet, oozing hole between us.
“You were just going to visit down here,” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered up at me, running her hand down and fingering the sticky, clinging lips of her hot extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot apart.
“Oh, yes, now I remember,” I laughed, leaning down and lifting my knee up onto the edge of the bed.
“You were going to put that big thing,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, looking down at my bobbing Hindu giant, “in right here.”
Then Ilāhī Dåūd dipped a finger down inside the opening of her leaking Musalmān vagina.
Sophisticatedly crawling up between her outstretched Musalmān legs, I dipped my hips as Ilāhī Dåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and guided it down between the fleshy lips of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The wet pink butterfly with its wings unfurled accepted my thick, brown caterpillar, gulping it down in one swift swallow.
“Allah, God, I love the way your big Uncut Hindu Lund feels in my extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot,” Ilāhī Dåūd bubbled, clutching it down around my buried Uncut Hindu Lund.
“So do I,” I grunted and began to jerk my hips back and forth as I slid my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her clinging extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot …
Ilāhī Dåūd’s whole life was turned upside down the following week when Ilāhī Dåūd found out about her husband, Åbbās Naåīm’s death on the oilrig.
There had been a terrible accident and eight workers had been killed.
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The fog seemed to be reaching for her, trying to hold her back as Al Furqān Al Zahīr fought her way through its swirling eddies.
The fog had been with her all morning, but now it seemed to be growing thicker by the second.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr was only few feet away from the cabin and Al Furqān Al Zahīr could barely make out its vague shape through the surging mass.
Making it to the porch, she quickly stepped up the short stairs and hurried across the deck to the front door.
Pushing the door open Al Furqān Al Zahīr turned, giving the fog one last look before Al Furqān Al Zahīr shivered and stepped inside.
Just as the cold mist outside had wrapped itself around her, inside the warm heat from the fireplace embraced her.
Setting her overnighter down Al Furqān Al Zahīr ran her hands over her jacket, brushing away the lingering wetness from the fog.
Glancing around Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw that the breakfast dishes were neatly stacked in the sink.
Probably Ilāhī Dåūd’s doing Al Furqān Al Zahīr thought as she knew that I would never do that.
But where were we?
Surely we weren’t out for a walk in the cold fog.
So we must be in the bedroom Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself as the first nagging hint of foul play began to nip at Insides.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw Ilāhī Dåūd’s red gown lying in a muddle in front of the couch. And beside it lay My shoes, socks, pants and shorts while my shirt lay in a quickly discarded mess on the couch.
We wouldn’t Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself, slowly tiptoeing across the room toward the slightly ajar door.
Halfway across the room Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard it.
The sound was the unmistakable!
It was the sound of flesh striking flesh.
Strangely, the first thing that flashed through her mind was that day ten years ago when Al Furqān Al Zahīr had caught me disciplining Ilāhī Dåūd.
When Ilāhī Dåūd had walked into my den, I had her bent over my knees and was about to give her a spanking.
But the disturbing part had been seeing her daughter’s plain, white cotton panties wrapped around her ankles, leaving her naked from the waist down.
Was I giving her another spanking?
Had I taken up from then and resumed my game?
Or maybe Ilāhī Dåūd was an eager participant…joining in with the game I had inflicted on her?
At last Al Furqān Al Zahīr was at the door!
Scarcely able to breathe, Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached out and slowly pushed the door open.*
Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh…MY…GOD, Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped to herself, staring at the scene that greeted her!
It was something Al Furqān Al Zahīr would never forget Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself.
My big bare ass, slowly working up and down as I slid my giant, juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her Live in relationship partner …her own Live in relationship partner was fucking her own daughter……her baby Ilāhī Dåūd!
Jealousy was first…then anger…then revulsion…How could I fuck her own daughter?
Her daughter…her beautiful Ilāhī Dåūd…
“Ammī!” Ilāhī Dåūd choked out as Ilāhī Dåūd saw her Ammī staring at us.
“Al Furqān Al Zahīr!” I grunted out, turning toward her, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest inside Ilāhī Dåūd’s oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“How could you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whined, backing away from the door.
Heading straight for the pantry Al Furqān Al Zahīr threw open the door, grabbed the almost full bottle of bourbon and a glass.
Tottering over to the coffee table on adrenaline weakened knees Al Furqān Al Zahīr flopped down onto the couch and quickly sloshed a juiced three fingers of bourbon into the glass.
Tipping it up Al Furqān Al Zahīr consumed it all in one swift, choking gulp.
The alcohol burned its way down her throat leaving her gasping for breath as Al Furqān Al Zahīr sloshed another shot of booze into the glass.
Her Ammī’s answer to any of life’s problems Ilāhī Dåūd thought as Ilāhī Dåūd heard the clink of glass against glass.
But now what?
This was a dilemma of monumental proportions…Ammī catching Durgesh fucking her Daughter!
The only answer that Ilāhī Dåūd could see at the Moment, as I sophisticatedly, and still surprisingly confidently, backed my still throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, was bringing her Ammī into it.
Making her an accomplice in the act…
“Off…get off, Please!” Ilāhī Dåūd grunted, pushing me up and off her, dragging my juice-drenched Uncut Hindu Lund out of her. “I’ve got to salvage what I can out of this! Damn her anyway, she wasn’t supposed to be here until tomorrow…”
“I know…I know,” I said gravely. “What…what are you going to do?”
Strange Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
Now Ilāhī Dåūd was in control and Durgesh was testing her prudence …following her lead to see how Ilāhī Dåūd could extricate us from the dire straits we found ourselves in.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd heard a second ping of glass on glass, followed by a loud gurgle of liquid being splashed into a glass.
Well, if she keeps that up, we’re won’t be any reason for anything.
She’ll be so drunk Al Furqān Al Zahīr won’t remember anything anyway Ilāhī Dåūd told herself.
Rolling off the bed, Ilāhī Dåūd looked around, trying to find her robe.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd remembered Ilāhī Dåūd had left it out by the couch in our rush to orgasmic fulfillment.
Now what Ilāhī Dåūd asked herself.
“Off…Get off the bed, please!” Ilāhī Dåūd pleaded, pushing me off the bed.
“What? What are you doing?” I asked.
“Something to cover…Need to cover myself,” Ilāhī Dåūd fussed, jerking the sheet off the bed and wrapping it around her.
Trying not to stumble on the sheet Ilāhī Dåūd shuffled across the room toward the open door.
Stopping at the door Ilāhī Dåūd anxiously peered out into the cabin main room.
Her Ammī was sitting on the couch, her back to the door, tipping her head back and gulping down another drink.
“Ammī, I’m NOT sorry, I needed it very much. You can’t keep that unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh to yourself only, not sharing even with your own daughter. Damn it. I’d never let you.” Ilāhī Dåūd said furiously, shuffling across to the couch.
“How could you?” her Ammī whined. “And with Durgesh, of all people. That’s so sick!”
“But we love each other,” Ilāhī Dåūd declared boldly, not even a bit ashamed of herself.
“HE’S MY DURGESH! My Live in relationship partner! Don’t you get it? It’s wrong…so wrong,” her Ammī fumed, splashing another three fingers of bourbon into her empty glass.
Tipping up the glass Al Furqān Al Zahīr poured half of the fiery liquor down her already scorched throat, then looked over at her grown daughter.
“What did Durgesh do to get you to go along with his sex game?” her Ammī asked her. “Did he threaten you or something? But don’t lie to me because I don’t think he did. You certainly didn’t look like you were being coerced. You looked like you were enjoying it just as much as he was!”
“I was,” Ilāhī Dåūd said determinedly. “Yes, I was enjoying it…Enjoying it just as much as he was! I’m the one who seduced Durgesh ! And I’m no child any more, Ammī…and…and he’s no child himself. We’re both consenting adults. Consenting adults and we can do what we want to.”
“So you think that fucking my Live in relationship partner is just a fucking game,” her Ammī angrily declared, the alcohol beginning the blur the edges of her words just a little. “That’s not only incest, my dear, that’s adultery. Adultery, since you’re both…ADULTS…”
“Well, take him back,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr muttered stabbing her finger in the direction of the bedroom. “If you want him so much, he’s right there in the bedroom. Go take him back…”
“I don’t know if I want him back,” her Ammī angrily retorted, lifting the glass to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and finishing off her drink. “But if I did, I could. Why you’re just a babe in the woods. I could outfuck you seven ways to Sunday. If I wanted to…”
“Well, do it then!” Ilāhī Dåūd snorted back at her. “Go in there and fuck Durgesh seven ways to Sunday!”
“Why? So you can watch? Why that’s even sicker. You want to watch your Ammī and Durgesh fucking? You’re a sick little girl…”
“Yeah…yeah, I’d like to watch you and Durgesh fucking!” Ilāhī Dåūd declared with a malicious smile playing across her lips. “Like to watch Durgesh stick his big Uncut Hindu Lund in your extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck the hell out of you with it. Yeah, that would be so fucking hot…”
“Sick…you’re sick, Ilāhī Dåūd,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled, recharging her glass with more bourbon.
But even as Al Furqān Al Zahīr spoke Al Furqān Al Zahīr found herself thinking back what Al Furqān Al Zahīr had told herself as Al Furqān Al Zahīr got out of the car.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had hoped Al Furqān Al Zahīr could keep from fucking Durgesh in front of Ilāhī Dåūd, but now her daughter was actually suggesting that Al Furqān Al Zahīr do just that.
Wanting her to fuck Durgesh right in front of her.
Fuck Durgesh while Ilāhī Dåūd watched… Although the thought was sick and disturbing Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t stop the stirring Al Furqān Al Zahīr suddenly felt down inside her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t do it!
How could she even think such a thing?
Al Furqān Al Zahīr wasn’t sick and twisted like Ilāhī Dåūd and Durgesh were!
But even as Al Furqān Al Zahīr let the loathsome thought swirl through her head, the alcohol was having a telling effect on her, spreading out from her belly, warming her and deadening the sense of revulsion Al Furqān Al Zahīr had felt at first.
Another funny thing Al Furqān Al Zahīr tipsily thought.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr and Durgesh had always talked of having a threesome.
About how we would do it someday just for the kicks.
It had always been about another woman, never about another man.
And Ilāhī Dåūd was a woman…that was for sure…a beautiful woman…all grown up…everywhere!
“Ammī!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard Ilāhī Dåūd say, breaking her out of her reverie.
“What? What?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr muttered, reviled at herself for having such thoughts.
“I think that it’s getting kinda hot in here, don’t you?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, reaching for the top button on her Ammī’s blouse.
Moving quickly Ilāhī Dåūd had the top three buttons unbuttoned before Al Furqān Al Zahīr realized what Ilāhī Dåūd was doing.
Brushing her daughter’s insistent fingers away, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked down and saw that the lacy edge of her bra was visible in the margin of her unbuttoned blouse.
“It’ll be okay, Al Furqān Al Zahīr,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard me say from the doorway of the bedroom.
Turning to look at me Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw that I had the other sheet wrapped around my Hindu male waist as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s fingers return to her blouse.
Woozily, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked back down as Ilāhī Dåūd’s fingers flew down the front of her blouse.
“Durgesh, how could you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled as Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd spread her blouse open.
“Why, Ammī…” Ilāhī Dåūd smirked, staring down at her Ammī’s brassiere. “Such a cute bra…and sexy, too!”
Wishing Al Furqān Al Zahīr had worn one of her normal bras, Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked down and saw that her big, puffy nipples were protruding out through the open slit down the middle of each of the cups of frilly lace.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had been feeling so horny when Al Furqān Al Zahīr left home Al Furqān Al Zahīr had put on her open fronted bra so Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel her big nipples rubbing against her blouse as Al Furqān Al Zahīr drove along.
And now that choice had come back to haunt her.
“Durgesh, look how hard her nipples are,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard Ilāhī Dåūd exclaim as her daughter ran her fingertip over the bloated swell of one of her protruding nipples. “I think she wants you pretty bad…”
” Ilāhī Dåūd…don’t…please don’t, Baby…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr fussed, trying to hide her nipples behind her cupped hands.
But this only gave Ilāhī Dåūd time to find the dainty zipper between the cups of her bra and jerk it down.
“Oh, No!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr gasped as she felt her brassiere fly apart only held together by her hands.
As Al Furqān Al Zahīr fought to cover herself Al Furqān Al Zahīr heard me shuffle up behind the couch.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr helplessly watched me brush her hands aside and cup the smooth whiteness of her heavy udders in my strong Hindu hands.
“No… Durgesh …we can’t do this,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr pleaded as I gently kneaded her big Musalmān tits.
“Yes, yes, we can, Al Furqān Al Zahīr,” I whispered. “This is fate or destiny or whatever…it was meant to be…”
“36DD,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, holding up her Ammī’s brassiere and reading the tag. “I am jealous. Makes me want to hide my 34Cs.”
“Oh, no Ilāhī Dåūd, please,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned, realizing that Ilāhī Dåūd had dropped her bra and was now unbuttoning her skirt.
Allaaaaaaaaaaah! God, Al Furqān Al Zahīr crazily thought to herself.
If Ilāhī Dåūd thought my brassiere was bad, what is Ilāhī Dåūd going to think about my crotchless panties? But I had to wear them! How else could I play with my Musalmān clit while I was driving?
“Oh, Ammī!” Ilāhī Dåūd exclaimed as Ilāhī Dåūd began to ease her short skirt down her Ammī’s long, shapely legs. “You are so…so naughty…”
Before Ilāhī Dåūd could catch herself, Al Furqān Al Zahīr raised her excellent Musalmān butt up off the couch, letting her skirt eased out from underneath her.
All three of us stared down at Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s lace trimmed panties.
The sheer, pink panties not only had lace-edged leg holes, but there was a lacy slit running up the very center of the panties.
And her furry muff was easily discernible through the thin material which was wetly sticking to her meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
And we all saw the wet, juices spreading out from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, staining her panties and wetly clinging to her Musalmān skin.
“Wow, Durgesh, she is hot for you,” Ilāhī Dåūd declared, easing her fingers down under the waistband on her Ammī’s panties and pulling us down her legs. “Look at all that juice pouring out of her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
“This is so embarrassing,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured, leaning forward as I peeled her blouse down off her shoulders.
Easing her Ammī’s dainty feet out of driving loafers Ilāhī Dåūd pulled her skirt and panties over her bare feet.
Once her blouse was off, I cupped her big, heavy Musalmān breasts in my Hindu hands and lovely squeezed and fondled them as Ilāhī Dåūd placed her hands on her Ammī’s smooth, white inner thighs.
Pushing her legs apart Ilāhī Dåūd reached down and drug a finger up the juice-filled valley between her Ammī’s thick, meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
“Oh…No…”Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured as Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down and buried her nose in the fragrant bush of furry curls surrounding Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mature yet still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
But that didn’t stop her hands from curling around behind Ilāhī Dåūd’s head and pulling her down into her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Just then, as Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot tongue found her Musalmān clit, Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt My big hard Uncut Hindu Lund flop down on the juncture where her neck and shoulder met.
Turning her head to the side Ilāhī Dåūd was able to wrap her lips around it from the side and work her tongue up and down a small portion of its shaft.
This awkward ballet continued for several Moments before Ilāhī Dåūd lifted her head.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, running her tongue over her juice-smeared lips.
“No…no…we can’t…we must stop,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr fussed slapping her legs together and stubbornly remaining on the couch.
Then, as Ilāhī Dåūd pushed up to her feet in front of her, I came waddling around from behind the couch, my giant Uncut Hindu Lund sticking straight out as it angrily slashed the air in front of me.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s eyes found it.
“Durgesh! What did you do? You don’t have any hair down there!” Al Furqān Al Zahīr exclaimed, staring at my denuded groin and balls.
” Ilāhī Dåūd did it,” I grinned cunningly, reaching down and curling my hand around my stiff Hindu peter. “Do you like it?”
“Allah, God…how could you let my own daughter do that to you?” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned, looking up at smiling Ilāhī Dåūd.
“I thought I did a nice job of it,” Ilāhī Dåūd said. “Didn’t nick him a single time.”
“It looks…looks…oh, this is all just too crazy,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr whined, unable to take her eyes off my hairless Hindu crotch.
Just then Ilāhī Dåūd leaned down and took hold of her Ammī’s arm at the same time I took hold of her other arm.
Pulling together, we quickly hauled her up to her feet as Al Furqān Al Zahīr futilely fought us.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr continued to struggle making her large, pendant Musalmān tits flounce and flop as we forcefully pulled her toward the bedroom.
“Please…we can’t…it’s wrong…so wrong,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr wailed as we approached the bed.
Then Al Furqān Al Zahīr found herself on her back looking up at Ilāhī Dåūd’s meaty extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips as they hovered above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel Ilāhī Dåūd’s knees denting the bed on each side of her head as the bed shuddered and Al Furqān Al Zahīr saw My big Uncut Hindu Lund slide down between her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face and Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot lips encircle her Musalmān clit as her daughter began to tongue and tickle it.
” Ilāhī Dåūdddddddddddd,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr murmured out as Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot, little tongue busily went about its intense task.
Then as her daughter hungrily devoured her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān clit, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund down until its big, mauve head was resting on her ruby red lips.
“Suck it, dear,” I said, pressing it down onto her lips.
Obediently, she opened her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and slowly sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund inside while I eased it into her incalculably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Gently sucking on it, Al Furqān Al Zahīr ran her tongue up and down the ridged underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund while I held it still for her to play with.
Then I slowly backed it out of her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and tilted it upward, aiming its purple head at Ilāhī Dåūd’s waiting Musalmān snatch.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr watched on with sick fascination as I fitted the great barbed Hindu head between Ilāhī Dåūd’s juice-drenched extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips.
Then with a soft grunt, I eased all eight plus inches of the monster into Ilāhī Dåūd’s oozing extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr couldn’t believe it as I slowly stroked my juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot only a couple of inches above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
In fact, it was so close Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel My big, dangling balls bump over her nose, mouth, and chin every time I pushed it in and drug it back out.
And Al Furqān Al Zahīr could smell her daughter’s musky Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices as they dripped down onto her chin, coating it with the sticky juice.
Then after a few strokes, I backed my wet, glistening Uncut Hindu Lund out of Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely hungry Musalmān snatch and pushed it down onto Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s full lips once again.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr opened her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund back inside it, running her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue over it and tasting her daughter’s sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān nectar.
The warm juices tasted of her daughter’s sex, her readiness, her femininity, and her womanhood.
Ilāhī Dåūd was right in that way Ilāhī Dåūd was no longer a child.
Ilāhī Dåūd was a woman now.
Ilāhī Dåūd was fruitful and fertile Musalmān woman having already produced one child and easily capable of producing a second.
The thought of Ilāhī Dåūd having My child filled her mind with chaos.
But somehow, in a sick, demented way Al Furqān Al Zahīr wanted it to happen.
Wanted her Live in relationship partner to have another child.
In Ilāhī Dåūd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womb.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr would do her part in the act Al Furqān Al Zahīr drunkenly thought.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr bring my Hindu seed up from my great, dangling Hindu balls and prepare it for its insertion into Ilāhī Dåūd’s waiting ardent Musalmān womb where it would grow and flourish.
But even as this wicked thought flashed through her mind Al Furqān Al Zahīr felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s insistent tongue driving her toward her Moment.
The Moment Al Furqān Al Zahīr would lose all control and her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body would take over.
Making her obey its will as it was filled with the profound joy and fulfillment of total gratification.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr could feel herself tensing, preparing for the final dash for the finish, but suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd’s relentless tongue lifted off her Musalmān clit.
“Whafffompphhhh,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr groaned out around My giant prod, trying to tell Ilāhī Dåūd not to stop.
“Durgesh…come fuck her…she’s ready to come…fuck her and let me watch,” Ilāhī Dåūd blurted out, rolling off her Ammī.
With a sneering smile, I jerked my Uncut Hindu Lund out of Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s mouth and quickly scrambled down between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs.
Sliding my arms under her long legs, I hefted them up and shoved them against her heaving Musalmān tits, baring her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, vulnerably exposing it to my Hindu attack.
Then I felt Ilāhī Dåūd’s hot naughty insistent Musalmān fingers on my Uncut Hindu Lund, holding it and aiming it down at the wet, meaty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole between Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s legs.
“Fuck!” I grunted, jerking my Hindu hips forward and ripping my Uncut Hindu Lund down into her clutching extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot all the way up to its hairless Hindu hilt.
“Fuck her, Durgesh…fuck her…fuck her hard,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled out, lying beside us, her eyes glued on our union as I began to fuck her Ammī, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, with deepest, hammering blows.
Ilāhī Dåūd was so close to where our bodies were slapping together, her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face was getting splattered with the wet juices flying out of her Ammī’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān tongue out, Ilāhī Dåūd ran it around her inestimably outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, tasting her Ammī’s sex.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah, God…Yessssssss,” Al Furqān Al Zahīr hissed, thrusting herself back at me as she threw her head back and clenched her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes shut.
Arching her back Al Furqān Al Zahīr shoved her big, undulating Musalmān tits up against my Hindu chest as I sought out her open extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with mine.
Grunting out our effort, we hungrily kissed as we fucked.
Fascinated with the sheer ecstasy of it all Ilāhī Dåūd gawked on at her copulating Ammī.
But Ilāhī Dåūd had primed her Ammī too well and within a matter of Moments Ilāhī Dåūd saw the muscles around her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot begin to contract and relax in spastic rhythm.
Her Ammī was making groaning, moaning sounds she began to shake and shudder, digging her fingernails down into My bounding back.
Sensing her orgasm, I plunged my Uncut Hindu Lund into her as deepest as it would go and held it there as I let her ride out her climax on my imbedded Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ilāhī Dåūd could see the river of juice pouring out of her Ammī’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as it flowed out, coating my big, dangling balls with the sticky juices.
There was so much of the stuff, it was actually dripping off my balls down onto the bed sheets.
Finally, with one last shuddering shiver, her Ammī began to melt back down onto the bed.
As Al Furqān Al Zahīr did Ilāhī Dåūd reached out and cupped my drenched balls in the palm of her hand.
“Me, Durgesh…give me your juice…put it in me and make another baby,” Ilāhī Dåūd babbled, giving us a gentle squeeze before rolling over onto her back and throwing her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs apart.
“Yessss… Durgesh, her…fuck her…” Al Furqān Al Zahīr mumbled as I eagerly dropped her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs and moved out from between her legs.
Shuffling across the tangle of extremely beautiful Musalmān female legs, I quickly made my way up between Ilāhī Dåūd’s widespread Musalmān legs with my wet, juice-slathered Uncut Hindu Lund anxiously bobbing up and down below me.
Then, to my immense pleasant surprise, I felt Al Furqān Al Zahīr’s Musalmān fingers on it, aiming it and guiding it down to her daughter, Ilāhī Dåūd’s, waiting extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
Then, just as I had done with Al Furqān Al Zahīr, I slipped my arms under Ilāhī Dåūd’s shapely Musalmān legs and hoisted them up into the air, forcing them down onto her Musalmān tits.
Finding the juice-slickened opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the rounded tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund, I gave out a loud grunt and slammed all eight-plus inches of my monstrous Uncut Hindu Lund down into her.
As it had been with her Ammī, Ilāhī Dåūd’s extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was deep and wide, able to accommodate to my mammoth Uncut Hindu Lund, taking it inside her without pain or discomfort.
Yet, at the same time, the muscles encircling the opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were was still strong and tight.
An attribute that her Ammī must have passed onto her…But the Assalāt exercises Ilāhī Dåūd religiously performed every day didn’t hurt.
Ilāhī Dåūd’s curvaceous calves were rubbing against my Hindu chest, the crooks of her trim ankles hooked over my shoulder with her dainty feet arched to point her toes as I pounded my Uncut Hindu Lund into her with fevered Hindu eagerness.
Watching her Hindu Live in relationship partner fuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter, Al Furqān Al Zahīr reached out and ran her hand over my bounding Hindu buttocks, gently tickling it with her fingernails.
How could this be happening, Al Furqān Al Zahīr drunkenly wondered.
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Brushing my hands away Ilāhī Dåūd grasped one of her big Musalmān tits between her hands and gently began to squeeze on her breast.
As Ilāhī Dåūd did it, a spray of milk squirted out, painting my face with a speckling of drops of white milk.
“Don’t waste it, it’s too precious,” I complained, leaning down and quickly sucking the spraying nipple into my mouth.
“Ummmm…ummmm…ummmm…” I murmured out around her breast as I sucked and pulled on it with my lips and mouth.
Ilāhī Dåūd felt another tingle tickle through her breast and nipple as her thick milk began to pour out into my sucking mouth.
Trying not to dislodge my mouth, Ilāhī Dåūd reached down and curled her fist around my jutting Uncut Hindu Lund.
Squeezing and pulling on my Uncut Hindu Lund with one hand Ilāhī Dåūd wrapped her other hand around the back of my head and pulled me against her tit.
After several Moments, I reluctantly lifted my mouth away from her breast, leaving her milk-coated nipple gently bobbling.
Leaning forward, I covered her full, red lips with my milky white lips.
Ilāhī Dåūd could taste her milk as I drove my tongue down into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, exploring it with inquisitive probing.
Suddenly Ilāhī Dåūd felt herself wanting to take me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Take me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and suck out my next load of thick, juicy cum.
Suck it out and swallow my gift to her this time.
Raising her hands up to my Hindu chest Ilāhī Dåūd gave me a little push as our mouths parted.
“Durgesh, I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund,” Ilāhī Dåūd panted, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Lund roughly. “I want to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund and suck out its creamy Hindu cum. Suck it out and swallow your sweet Hindu cream.”
“Eīshān! Oh, God Ilāhī Dåūd,” I groaned, reaching down and sweeping her up into my muscular Hindu arms for the second time.
Staggering across the room, I struggled into the bedroom and unceremoniously dumped her down onto the bed.
Ilāhī Dåūd scrambled around, stretching out across the bed until her head was draped down over the edge of the bed on one side and her stiletto heels dangled off over the other edge of the bed.
Now, with her neck tilted back like it was Ilāhī Dåūd could take my Uncut Hindu Lund straight down into her esophagus…Ilāhī Dåūd could deep throat me…deep throat me and take my giant Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and throat…
“Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, looking up at me as I stepped up, my giant Uncut Hindu Lund bobbing up and down above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
“What?” I asked impatiently.
“Does Ammī ever deep throat you?” Ilāhī Dåūd lecherously smiled.
“Eīshān! Oh, God, Child,” I groaned, unable to answer her.
Looking up, Ilāhī Dåūd ran her eyes over the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Studying it Ilāhī Dåūd could see the slight scar encircling it from my Uncut Hindu Lund and the bulging, rounded ridge of flesh running the length of the underside of my Uncut Hindu Lund, all the way from my big, dangling balls in our fleshy, wrinkled sac up to the arrow shaped junction where the shaft of my giant Uncut Hindu Lund intruded up into the smooth roundness of my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Flicking out her tongue Ilāhī Dåūd slowly licked up the twitching, bobbling barrel of my Uncut Hindu Lund ending with her tongue on the cleft where the shaft joined the head.
Flicking her tongue back and forth across the sensitive breach Ilāhī Dåūd watched my Uncut Hindu Lund flinch and jump.
Finally, Ilāhī Dåūd reached up and lazily bent my Uncut Hindu Lund down until the smooth, purple head rested on her full, red Musalmān lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wider Ilāhī Dåūd sensuously sucked it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with an obscenely loud slurp.
“Fuck!” I muttered as Ilāhī Dåūd tilted her head back farther and let me slide my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Reaching around behind me Ilāhī Dåūd dug her fingernails down into the quivering flesh of my ass-cheeks.
Pulling me back, she eased my Uncut Hindu Lund backwards and then pulled it back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth until its big head gently nudged up against the opening of her throat.
Giving out a soft, little gag Ilāhī Dåūd pushed me back and sucked in a deep breath around the thick shaft of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
But this time, when my Uncut Hindu Lund head thudded into the opening of her throat Ilāhī Dåūd didn’t stop.
Gagging, fighting back the urge to spill her guts, she jerked on my ass, pulling me forward and sending my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding down into her throat.
Once my Uncut Hindu Lund was past the opening of her throat, the gag reflex diminished as Ilāhī Dåūd swallowed and let her throat muscles clutch and clench down around the imbedded Hindu monster.
“Eīshān,” I blathered out as Ilāhī Dåūd swallowed again and again.
At last Ilāhī Dåūd pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund back out of her throat and kept going until it bobbed above her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face dripping her own spit down onto her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face.
“Did that feel juiced, Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd grinned up at me, running the tip of her pink Musalmān tongue over her lips.
“Child, you’re going to make me have a heart attack,” I groaned, leaning down and trying to fit the evil, barbed tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund back down into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Ignoring my Uncut Hindu Lund for a Moment Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me forward until the wrinkled sac holding my big testicles was dangling down onto her lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth Ilāhī Dåūd slowly sucked both of my balls into her hot, sucking mouth.
Now her nose was buried in the crack of my ass as Ilāhī Dåūd ran her tongue over the fleshy sac, licking and lapping at my balls for several long Moments before Ilāhī Dåūd let us slither out from between her lips.
Then pulling me farther yet Ilāhī Dåūd slowly spread the cheeks of my ass apart and tickled her tongue over the protrusion of my puckered asshole.
“Eīshān!” I gasped, spreading my legs and easing my butt down further so Ilāhī Dåūd could get the tip of her tongue inside my asshole.
Rounding her tongue Ilāhī Dåūd dug it up into my asshole as my big, dangling balls rubbed against the bottom of her chin and my big Uncut Hindu Lund lay between her flattened breasts.
Pushing her tongue in and out of my anus Ilāhī Dåūd could feel my big Uncut Hindu Lund jump every time Ilāhī Dåūd pushed it in.
At last Ilāhī Dåūd dug her fingernails into my ass and letting her tongue slip out of my asshole Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me back.
Ilāhī Dåūd felt my spit-covered balls drag across her chin, then her lips, up her nose and onto her forehead as the head of my long Uncut Hindu Lund finally found her lips.
Opening her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, she quickly sucked it in and pulled on it with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and lips.
Ilāhī Dåūd could taste my salty pre-cum as it oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Lund and dribbled down onto her tongue.
Then, guiding me deeper into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with one hand Ilāhī Dåūd smiled at me.
I was in her so fast Ilāhī Dåūd didn’t even have a chance to gag as I began to pound my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth like a madman.
Ilāhī Dåūd saw my big balls scrunching up against my pistoning Uncut Hindu Lund foretelling an eruption any Moment.
Suddenly, without any further warning Ilāhī Dåūd felt me shove my giant Uncut Hindu Lund down into her throat as far as it would go.
Buried deep in her throat, it gave a powerful lurch and spewed out a gush of thick, warm Hindu cum straight into her throat.
Feeling the first fiery spurt, she jerked me back until the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund popped out of her throat and into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Ilāhī Dåūd wanted to taste me…taste my syrupy Hindu semen…taste the essence of her own being…taste my Hindu cum….
A second fiery gush splashed out onto her tongue, coating it with thick, sappy juice.
It tasted of me…and bananas…and salt…and sex and even wine Ilāhī Dåūd giddily thought as she quickly swallowed it.
My Hindu cum tasted different from Åbbās Naåīm’s cum.
It was more earthy…more robust…somehow, strangely more masculine.
And Ilāhī Dåūd loved the taste, hungrily devouring it as it came pouring out of my twitching, jerking Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was like the fountain of youth, making her feel like Ilāhī Dåūd was thirteen again.
Now Ilāhī Dåūd wanted me to come in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth…come in her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…come in her gorgeous glamorous big heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī white Musalmān ass…come on her excellent Musalmān breasts…come in her very lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān face…shoot my load out onto her belly so Ilāhī Dåūd could feel its fiery touch.
Ilāhī Dåūd wanted me to come so much Ilāhī Dåūd could bathe in its fiery heat.
But Ilāhī Dåūd wasn’t thirteen any more…
Finally, with a gasping grunt, I was finished.
I had given my best.
My orgasm had lasted for at least forever Ilāhī Dåūd happily thought.
As I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her cum-coated Musalmān mouth, Ilāhī Dåūd reveled in the lingering taste of my manly essence as Ilāhī Dåūd ran her tongue around the inside of her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, gathering what was left of my Hindu eruption.
Savoring the last piquant thimbleful of my gelatinous juice Ilāhī Dåūd slowly swallowed it as Ilāhī Dåūd would a fine wine…
I was still asleep, softly snoring as Ilāhī Dåūd groggily greeted the day.
Wondering if I was dreaming Ilāhī Dåūd saw that my hand was resting on one of her Musalmān breasts.
It had been such a wonderful day and night, surpassing even her wildest dreams.
We had made wild, passionate love all night long.
Until we were both so physically and emotionally drained, we had to stop so that we could recharge our batteries.
Glancing down at her watch Ilāhī Dåūd was surprised to see that it was already eleven o’clock.
Reaching down Ilāhī Dåūd delicately grasped my hand and gently lifted it off her breast.
Looking to see if I had woke, Ilāhī Dåūd put my hand on the bed beside me when Ilāhī Dåūd saw I hadn’t.
Slowly crawling out of the bed Ilāhī Dåūd tiptoed out of the bedroom and out into the main room.
Seeing that there were still a few coals from last night’s fire, she quickly added more wood and soon had a nice, cheery fire going once again.
Going over to the tiny refrigerator, she quickly gathered up the makings of breakfast and put them out by the stove.
Then, returning to the fire Ilāhī Dåūd gathered up a few small logs and hurried back to shove them in the cook stove.
Then, adding more wood Ilāhī Dåūd watched the flames weave and spiral as they grew hotter.
Waiting for the stove to become hot enough to cook on Ilāhī Dåūd stepped over to the window and looked out.
The fog, seemingly realizing that it was no longer needed to guard the cabin had retreated back up into the woods, leaving them unguarded and vulnerable to attack Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
But Ilāhī Dåūd also saw that it seemed to be reforming, as if to once again stand guard for them as we spent the day making soft, tender love.
Quickly stepping back over to the stove, Ilāhī Dåūd began to prepare breakfast.
Concentrating on the task at hand Ilāhī Dåūd was unaware of the ghostly figure sneaking up behind her until it wrapped its arms around her and pulled her to it.
“Eeeek,” Ilāhī Dåūd squealed out as Ilāhī Dåūd felt lips kissing their way up her neck to her ear. “Durgesh, you scared me. You’re going to have to stop doing that…”
“And you were expecting?” I laughed, cupping her bare Musalmān breasts in my Hindu hands.
“You shouldn’t go lurking about, frightening little girls like that,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled.
“There’s only one little girl that I intend to frighten,” I said, hugging her tightly as I fondled her big Musalmān breasts. “And she’s not so little anymore, either…”
“Oh, Durgesh, you’re so silly,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed.
“How do you do it, woman?” I asked, stepping back and turning her around with my hands.
“Do what?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked me with a questioning smile on her lips.
“Jump out of bed, not even look at makeup and still end up the most beautiful rose in the garden?”
“Now you are being silly, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, pointing to the table. “Sit you butt down over there and let your recent new young Musalmān wife, myself I mean, finish breakfast so we can take up where we left off last night…”
“My pleasure,” I grinned, stumbling back over to the table and sitting down.
Breakfast came and went in a flurry of kisses, touches, gropes and other sexually explicit gestures…
“Think I’ll shave…if you don’t mind,” I grinned, pushing my emptied plate away from me. “I don’t want my bristly beard to scratch any of your delicate parts.”
“I don’t mind…if you let me watch,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, running her hand over to my thigh and giving it a familiar squeeze.
Quickly stacking the dishes in the sink Ilāhī Dåūd then followed me into the tiny bathroom.
I lathered up my face and as Ilāhī Dåūd watched, swiftly shaved.
Moments later, my face was clean-shaven.
“Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd grinned, stepping up to me and reaching down to my droopy Uncut Hindu Lund as I toweled off the last of the foam.
“Yes, Sweets?” I asked expectantly, flipping the towel over my shoulder and reaching for my aftershave.
“Can I shave you?” Ilāhī Dåūd demurely asked while I splashed out aftershave into my hand and quickly spread it over my face.
“But, I”ve, I’ve already shaved,” I smiled.
“Ummmm, what is the name of your aftershave?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked, sniffing the air.
“English Leather,” I told her. “Why? Do you like it?”
“Yes. I love it,” Ilāhī Dåūd purred. “It reminds me of you. You’ve always smelled this way. This is the way I will always remember you smelling.”
“I’m glad you like it,” I said, “but what did you mean? You want to shave me? Again? I just shaved!”
“No…silly…down here,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed, giving my Uncut Hindu Lund a suggestive squeeze. “Shave off your hair down here. I think it would be so sexy seeing your big, beautiful Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out without any hair around it…Don’t you?”
“Uh…uh…yeah, I guess so,” I muttered, looking down at her hand wrapped around my rigid Uncut Hindu Lund. “But, your Ammī…what will, Ilāhī Dåūd, she think?”
“What do you mean?” Ilāhī Dåūd asked.
“I come up for a couple of days with you,” I said, “and I come back without any hair down there? Don’t you think, Ilāhī Dåūd, she might be a little suspicious?”
“Just tell her that you got to feeling frisky, what with being away from her and all,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled mischievously, reaching for the razor, “And you decided to surprise her with the new you!”
“Uh…oh…uh…okay…I guess,” I grunted as Ilāhī Dåūd gave me a gentle push, propelling me over to the toilet. “I just hope we don’t get into trouble for this.”
Reaching around behind me Ilāhī Dåūd lowered the toilet lid and pushed me down onto it.
“Scoot forward,” she ordered me, “and dangle those big balls of yours over the edge. Then spread your legs so I can get at them.”
“Yes, Ma’am,” I smirked, scooting forward and spreading my legs apart.
“Yeah, like that,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled lying the razor down and picking up the aerosol can of shaving cream as she eased down onto her knees between my legs.
Looking down at her with the subtlest of grins on my lips, I watched her squirt out a big dollop of the white foam on the tips of her fingers, then return the can back to the sink.
Like a little girl with a new toy Ilāhī Dåūd scissored my dangling Uncut Hindu Lund between two fingers and slowly lifted it.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd began to spread the frothy foam all over and around the hairy base of my slowly hardening Uncut Hindu Lund.
Taking her time, seemingly enjoying her task Ilāhī Dåūd finally finished there and moved to my balls where Ilāhī Dåūd spread what was left of the shaving cream over the wrinkled sac of flesh that held my big, cum-producing testicles.
“Uh-oh, I think he’s waking up,” Ilāhī Dåūd whispered, squeezing my energizing Uncut Hindu Lund between her fingers.
“I wonder why?” I said, reaching out and running my fingers through her long, brown hair as Ilāhī Dåūd picked up the razor again.
“I could never guess,” Ilāhī Dåūd laughed softly, setting about her labor of love with eager anticipation.
Carefully running the sharp razor over my hairy belly and groin Ilāhī Dåūd soon had it baby-butt hairless.
“It looks better,” I smiled, staring down at my now almost fully hardened Uncut Hindu Lund jutting out of my cleanly-shaven Hindu groin.
“I think it looks pretty,” Ilāhī Dåūd giggled. “And now we’ll take care of my two friends. It’s funny, but they seem to be always hanging around with your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Fine! But be careful with them,” I told her. “I’ve grown quite fond of them over the years.”
“I’ve found them quite entertaining, too, as of late,” Ilāhī Dåūd purred, releasing my Uncut Hindu Lund and taking hold of my slippery ball sac with the tips of her fingers.
Pulling the skin tight Ilāhī Dåūd moved it one way and then another as Ilāhī Dåūd delicately raked the cutting edge of the razor over it until Moments later Ilāhī Dåūd had removed every last hair from my dangling Hindu balls.
“There,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, slowly easing my clean-shaven balls back down between my Hindu thighs. “All done!”
“Feels fine,” I muttered.
Grabbing the towel off my shoulder Ilāhī Dåūd wet the tip of a corner and began to wipe away the small amount of remaining foam.
“Let me put some aftershave on it,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled. “Then I can smell it while I’m sucking on your pretty Uncut Hindu Lund.”
My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched at the suggestion of her sucking on it.
“Oh, did that excite Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd snickered, leaning down and sucking the purpling head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
“Eīshān! God, Ilāhī Dåūd! I think maybe you’re too much for an old man like me,” I groaned, my hips involuntarily thrusting upwards, seeking to push my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her sucking Musalmān mouth.
“You are never old.” Ilāhī Dåūd said proudly, “Even Just Eighteen Just Adult of us Musalmān Beauties are crazy to fuck you, our Hindu Kħasam,”
Gently biting her sharp teeth down just below the flared edge of my Uncut Hindu Lund head Ilāhī Dåūd gave it a playful nip before letting it ooze out from between her full lips.
Getting to her feet Ilāhī Dåūd pulled me up and tossed the towel on the toilet.
“Let’s go try me out,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, curling her fist around my Uncut Hindu Lund and gently tugging me toward the bedroom.
Quickly crawling onto the bed, Ilāhī Dåūd rolled over onto her back as I leaned down to follow her onto the bed.
“Wait…let me look,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, staring at my bobbing Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out at her from its smooth launching pad. “You…you look so buff!”
“Thank you,” I snickered, letting her gawk at me for a few more seconds before I crawled up between her outstretched Musalmān legs.
Running her fingers of the smooth skin Ilāhī Dåūd grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and pushed it down to her waiting extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Eīshān!” I groaned, leaning down into her and easing my big Uncut Hindu Lund down into the juice-slickened Musalmān hole…
Busily occupied in our ashvinātam coupling, neither of us saw or heard the big, two-eyed monster slowly easing its way along the path in the ever-thickening fog.
The fog swirled around it as it crept along at a snail’s pace until it finally stopped in front of the cabin.
Then with a soft shudder, it stopped purring as its two big eyes blinked shut.
Then, as the fog clutched and ran its misty tendrils over the monster, a door opened in its side and Al Furqān Al Zahīr looked out into the swirling fog.
She sat for a few Moments just looking before unfolding and pushing out of the warm insides into the cold embrace of the wispy fog.
Strange fog Al Furqān Al Zahīr told herself, pulling her overnighter out behind her.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr had only brought one other change of clothes and her sexiest nightie, hoping I was in the mood because Al Furqān Al Zahīr had been chafing and playing with herself the whole drive up.
Al Furqān Al Zahīr didn’t know why Al Furqān Al Zahīr was so horny…I’d only been gone for one night.
But Al Furqān Al Zahīr was hornier than she had been in a long time.
Hope I can keep from jumping my bones right in front of Ilāhī Dåūd…
Closing the door Al Furqān Al Zahīr started for the cabin.
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Ilāhī Dåūd and I departed around one, knowing that it was a two-hour drive up to the cabin.
“You’re awfully quiet,” I said as we drove along.
“Just thinking about something,” she told me, trying to think of a way to approach me without making me think she was a whore or a slut or something.
Allah, even at his sixty four, Durgesh was immensely athletic, young and the ever first preference of even extraordinary attractive Musalmān houseladies.
“Something bad?” I naively asked.
“No! No, something good…I think,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, giving me a weak smile.
“You need any help?” I wanted to know.
“No, I don’t think so,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, turning and looking out at the passing countryside.
Durgesh has never hated Ilāhī Dåūd, even while Ilāhī Dåūd could never forgive him for what he had done to her Abbū.
Durgesh had deliberately fucked every beautiful Musalmān houselady of his Abbū, his sisters, his cousins, his sisters in law, everyone.
Ultimately, Durgesh was successful in separating even her ever loyal, ever faithful Ammī, Al Furqān Al Zahīr, from her Abbū, Dåūd Sheikħ.
“Well, if you do,” I grinned, “you know you can come to me.”
“Yes, Durgesh, I know,” she murmured. “And I will. It looks like it’s getting colder.”
“Yeah, it is,” I said, speeding up just a little bit and turning up the heat. “Looks like there’s all the ingredients for some nasty fog this afternoon, too.”
We continued the trip in silence and finally pulled up at the little cabin around three o’clock.
Durgesh had been right, she thought, as she could see fog starting to form up in the woods.
It looked like it was going to be a dank, foggy afternoon, she thought.
Durgesh is always right.
He has an extraordinary attraction for beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Ilāhī Dåūd doesn’t know even a single beautiful Musalmān houselady that hasn’t offered herself to Durgesh and eventually not fucking him.
The Musalmīn say Durgesh fucks their beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
Ilāhī Dåūd knows better.
Actually it’s just the opposite.
Beautiful Musalmān houseladies fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t.
Durgesh only obliges beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
He never dishonors their offer.
Why the hell should he?
“I’ll get the bags,” I told her, opening my door. “And I’ll get us a fire going to take away the chill. You just relax and do whatever you want to do.”
“Thanks, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled. “You’re the greatest. And I mean it.”
“Aw, now, you’re trying to make me embarrassed,” I guffawed, hurrying back to the bib and throwing it open.
Stepping out of the car, Ilāhī Dåūd watched me struggle into the house with our luggage.
Ilāhī Dåūd slowly stepped up the stairs onto the porch.
Turning, Ilāhī Dåūd stood studying the forest, wondering if her decision was the right one.
How could seducing your Stepfather be the right thing?
But was it the right thing between the two of them, she dementedly asked herself?
No one else ever had to know, so that wasn’t the problem.
It was strictly between the two of them and could Durgesh accept that we were two consenting adults and leave it there without going into its wrongness.
The wrongness of an incestuous relationship between them?
But why the hell it’s incestuous?
Durgesh isn’t her father.
Her father is Dåūd Sheikħ.
Dåūd Sheikħ hated Durgesh’s guts to fuck almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady that came in Durgesh’s contact ever.
Dåūd Sheikħ was against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s proposed life mission to establish an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah too.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan forced Durgesh to fuck every beautiful Musalmān houselady of Dåūd Sheikħ household.
She punished Dåūd Sheikħ successfully for his opposition of her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Durgesh loved Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan crazily as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved Durgesh.
Durgesh always fulfilled her dreams, without even a single exception.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan fucked Durgesh openly everywhere, and never ashamed of herself for it.
Instead, on the contrary, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever ardent followers were proud of it.
The tendrils of fog drifted through the woods like ghosts of the past, Ilāhī Dåūd thought.
Ghosts of our past come to pay their last respects, knowing Ilāhī Dåūd was about to slay our innocence?
Closer and closer they drew, encircling the cabin with our misty presence.
It was as if they were reaching out to her.
Trying to tell her of the wrong of Ilāhī Dåūd was about to commit…
Finally, cold and fearful of their presence, Ilāhī Dåūd shivered, wrapping her arms around herself and quickly stepped into the cabin.
“The fog’s starting to get pretty thick out there,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, seeing that I had a nice fire going in the fireplace.
“I can see,” I said, looking out the window. “But I’ve got a fire going. So you can go in and change into something more comfortable if you would like. The cabin will be nice and warm pretty soon. We can talk over old times. I’ll get a bottle of wine and get the kitchen cook stove going so we can have some stew later.”
Strangely, Ilāhī Dåūd felt a little like a traitor as Ilāhī Dåūd trudged into the bedroom.
A traitor who was about to betray the love and trust we had built over the long years.
And for what?
Some sick fantasy of hers?
She could feel herself teetering on dropping it and just spending a quiet, intimate evening with me, talking of old times…
“No, damn it,” she cursed out loud behind the closed door. “I’m going to do it. Do it now! To hell with what everyone else thinks. I’ve wanted it for so long! Now I’m going to have it…have Durgesh, the ever greatest! Every eligible beautiful Musalmān houselady has him. Why the hell not I?”
Quickly, she undressed down to her panties and pulled a short, red kimono out of her suitcase.
Holding it out in front of her, she ran her eyes up and down it.
Well, if he doesn’t get the idea from this, then I’m all wrong, Ilāhī Dåūd told herself.
Pulling it on, she deliberately jerked the two edges of the gown over each other in the front and tied the red silk belt around her waist to hold it together.
Then, Ilāhī Dåūd gently pulled the edges loose over the swell of her excellent Musalmān breasts, so that when she leaned over, the edges would drop open to reveal the mountainous peaks underneath it.
And down below, the gown barely covered her ample Musalmān ass with the hem only a couple of inches below where the swell of her Musalmān butt joined her long Musalmān legs.
And to enhance that, it was slit up the sides almost to her waist, so that every movement she made, a flash of smooth, white skin and sheer red panties would show…
Reaching back into her suitcase, she pulled out a pair of red, five-inch stilettos with spike heels.
This ought to add the kicker, she laughed to herself reaching down and pulling one on as her silk kimono billowed open just as Ilāhī Dåūd had planned.
Smiling, Ilāhī Dåūd watched her tits jiggle as Ilāhī Dåūd wrapped the narrow red strap around her ankle and fastened the tiny, sparkling, silver buckle.
Quickly, she reached over and buckled the other strap around her trim ankle.
Taking a deep breath, Ilāhī Dåūd strolled over to the door, her heels sexily pinging off the cabin’s hardwood floors.
Quickly opening it, Ilāhī Dåūd stepped through the doorway and saw that I was standing with my back to the fireplace warming myself.
My eyes flared open as I gawked at her, running my eyes up and down her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Uh…Wow!” I muttered, my eyes finally stopping on her big Musalmān tits that were freely bobbling under the thin silk.
“Do you like it,” Ilāhī Dåūd smiled, slowly walking toward me with an exaggerated roll of her big heavy gorgeous perfectly round firm Musalmān buttocks as her spiked heels clopped loudly, drawing my attention down to them.
“Uh, yeah, uh…but…and heels?” I smiled.
“Just for you, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said in her sultriest voice, stopping at the coffee table where Ilāhī Dåūd saw a half empty bottle of wine and two full glasses.
She knew only one had the wine.
The other had some juice whatsoever.
Durgesh never takes wine.
He has vowed not to take wine ever.
Durgesh has very abnormal morals of his own.
He never regretted that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was his Practical Chief Wife now while he wanted to have a platonic relationship with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never surrendered to his wishes.
She always loved Durgesh as her dream man, never as her stepfather.
Leaning over, she felt her red, silk kimono drop open to reveal the dangling treasures underneath.
Even without looking, she could feel her My eyes fondling her excellent Musalmān breasts, caressing them with intense fascination.
With catlike grace, Ilāhī Dåūd moved to the couch and eased herself down onto it, pulling one leg up under her, she left the other languorously stretched out before her.
Taking a sip of her wine, she openly studied me as I finally regained a modicum of composure and reached for my juice.
“I’ve waited twenty years for this,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, dropping her eyes down to the growing bulge thrusting out against the front of my pants.
“Waiting? Waiting for what? What? What do you mean?” I was grave now, yet confidently dropping my hand down in front of my pants to cover my growing arousal.
“For a day like today…you and I alone…with me finally all grown up,” she purred. “All grown up and capable of making my own decisions. Me, a grown up woman and you…you a man!”
“I don’t…you…what do you…” I groaned out aimlessly, unable to finish my sentence.
“I couldn’t do anything before. I didn’t want to get you in trouble if we had got caught. But now, there is nothing to stop me…stop us. We’re all alone…just you and me.”
Then Ilāhī Dåūd slowly rose to her feet and lazily walked over to the window.
Stopping before it, Ilāhī Dåūd stared out at the fog that now completely surrounded the house, shutting us off from the outside world.
It was almost as if the fog was now our ally.
Standing guard, shielding us from any prying eyes that might chance upon us.
Hiding us so we could perform her perversion without fear of discovery…
“See the fog,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, turning and smiling at me. “It won’t let anyone come. It won’t let anyone interrupt us. We can do anything we want. Anything…”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God, Ilāhī Dåūd, are you…” I cried out.
“Yes…you…you and me,” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, slowly stepping up to me and taking my hand in hers. “Come…”
Pulling me over to the couch, she roughly pushed me down onto it and set her empty glass down on the coffee table.
Then with a rough jerk, she untied her kimono.
Shrugging her shoulders, she let it slide down her arms into puddle at her feet.
“Eīshān! Oh, God, Baby!” I gasped, my eyes flitting up and down her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in swift, hungry sweeps, trying to take in every majestic swell and curve.
“We’re both adults now, Durgesh! Consenting adults!” Ilāhī Dåūd murmured, slowly easing down to her knees between my legs. “No one can stop us…I want you…I’ve always wanted you…do you want me?”
“Eīshān! God! God! YES!” I groaned out, watching her slowly push my belt through its buckle.
There was no use!
She would rape me, if I refuse to her.
Why convert her into my enemy while she was adamant to be my ever loyal ever faithful wife?
To hell with the platonic relationship if she never wanted it.
Let her do what the hell she wanted to.
Yes, they all, all of them, are crazy to have me inside them.
Ilāhī Dåūd is also no exception.
“What? What do you want to do to me, Durgesh?” Ilāhī Dåūd whispered, unbuttoning my pants.
“Everything! Do everything to you!” I smiled as Ilāhī Dåūd found the zipper tab of my fly and slowly eased it down.
“I want to be your love slave, Durgesh,” Ilāhī Dåūd said, slowly spreading my pants open.
“Yes…yes…I will be your Master,” I smiled as she dug her fingers down into the opening of my shorts.
Never let her realize that you are surrendering to her vile desires as it’s the only best course to take.
Let her think always, you also wanted her as she wanted you.
“Yes,” Ilāhī Dåūd hissed, wrapping her fingers around the hot shaft of the rock-hard Hindu meat that Ilāhī Dåūd found inside my shorts. “Take me as yours to do with as you want…”
Pulling the giant Uncut Hindu Lund out into the open, Ilāhī Dåūd stared at the thing Ilāhī Dåūd had dreamed of so often.
It was even bigger and more handsome that Ilāhī Dåūd had imagined it would be.
It made Åbbās Naåīm’s cut Musalmān nūnī seem like a number two pencil in comparison.
“Suck it! Suck it,” I suddenly ordered her as Ilāhī Dåūd gawked down at it. “Suck on My Uncut Hindu Lund!”
“Yes, Durgesh, yes! Ilāhī Dåūd wants to suck on your big Uncut Hindu Lund,” she blathered out, dropping her head and hungrily sucking my twitching peter into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Loudly slurping and sucking on the column of my Hindu meat jutting up out of my shorts, Ilāhī Dåūd felt my hands on the back of her head, pushing her down onto me.
“Harder-harder-suck harder,” I panted as my hips began to bounce up and down, sliding my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Um-huh,” Ilāhī Dåūd choked out around the giant slab of Hindu meat in her enormously striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as Ilāhī Dåūd attacked it.
“WHAT? ILĀHĪ DÅŪD WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Ilāhī Dåūd heard me growl out.
What? What did I mean, Ilāhī Dåūd groggily wondered, but continued to suck and pull on my Uncut Hindu Lund with her hungry Musalmān mouth.
Then Ilāhī Dåūd felt my fingers dig down into her hair and jerk her head up, pulling her sucking Musalmān mouth off my giant, spit-covered Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Ilāhī Dåūd is such a BAD girl,” I admonished her. “Ilāhī Dåūd is such a BAD, BAD girl!”
“Huh? What? What do you mean?” Ilāhī Dåūd muttered staring at me in confusion.
“Don’t you think Ilāhī Dåūd is a bad girl for sucking on My Uncut Hindu Lund like that?” I asked her, a cynical smile forming on my face. “Don’t you think that Ilāhī Dåūd should be punished for doing something so bad to My Uncut Hindu Lund?”
“Yes…yes, Ilāhī Dåūd was bad for sucking on your Uncut Hindu Lund,” Ilāhī Dåūd mumbled, still confused by My deranged actions but deciding to go along with me.
“Stand up,” I demanded.
“Yes, Durgesh!” she exclaimed, quickly pushing up to her feet.
“Now, Ilāhī Dåūd needs to pull down her panties,” I leered, watching her.
Ilāhī Dåūd quickly slipped her panties down her long legs.
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