Midterm 2012: 21

Midterm  2012

Durgesh

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Chapter 21

Durgesh Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam

The exhibition for me

Jet Musalmān Beauties

Sorry, méré Hindu Piyā!

I stood looking out the little basement window at the five Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls jumping and prancing around, in my backyard.

The cheerleader practice was an every Saturday morning event and I enjoyed it to the fullest.

As usual, my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir was off at one of her charity events to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and my son Tantresh from her, was over at my friend, Nādir Åbbās’s doing whatever it was that they did every Saturday morning.

I suspected Tantresh was after Nādir Åbbās’s beautiful daughters.

After all he was he was also a Hindu and his Hindu Papa Jī’s son.

It was a voyeur’s dream, I thought to myself, watching out through the window as the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls frolicked around.

Then I saw one of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, Āmnah Ħaq I thought it was, ran and twisted up into a cartwheel.

There was nothing unusual about that.

But at the top of her upside down handstand, her short, pleated skirt flipped down and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties!

What the hell, I asked myself.

Why was she running around in my backyard without any panties?

Didn’t she know that I, anybody/everybody could see her that she wasn’t wearing any panties?

Why would she do that?

Was the exhibition for me?

Some new conspiracy from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan against my mature Musalmān Beauties, my mature Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was determined, vowed and adamant that she would make me fuck at least 90% just eighteen to thirty Musalmān Beauties, she called JET Jet Musalmān Beauties.

J stood for Just.

E stood for Eighteen.

T stood for Thirty.

Just then, I saw my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, start to make a run to do a cartwheel too.

Staring intently, I watched her drop her hands to the ground and twist up into the air.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā I groaned to myself  when at the top of her turn, her short cheerleader skirt flipped down to reveal her beautiful, bare Musalmān butt and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

What in the hell, I thought.

Then as I stood watching in a curious muddle, each Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl repeated the manoeuvre and flashed their panties-less young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān pussies.

I couldn’t believe it.

Why weren’t the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls wearing panties?

Maybe the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls didn’t know that I was home, but my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam did.

And Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wasn’t wearing panties either.

Something was going on.

Were they doing it to tease me?

Well, not impossible.

The teenager Musalmān girls were crazier to have sex with me nowadays.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh Musalmān Beauties are smart enough to conspire such events and circumstances to me.

After Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s obdurate surreptitious strategy of making me fuck at least seven new mature Musalmān Beauties a day, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, had also increased their own activities too.

No, no, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wouldn’t do that.

Not my sweet, little Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam!

Never!

As I continued to stare, I suddenly realized that I had a raging Hindu hard on.

Well, why wouldn’t I?

Five pretty little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, just eighteen, bubbling with extraordinary youth and Musalmān beauty, prancing around in my backyard without panties.

I continued to enjoy, catching other glimpses of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls’ panties-less young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān pussies while I watched their young Musalmān tits wiggle and jiggle under their cute cheerleader tops.

But then, I gravely found my eyes drawn to my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s bosom.

Her breasts were definitely the most striking of the group, jutting out proudly as she frolicked around.

It was almost as if she knew I was watching and Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was doing it to seduce me.

No wonder.

Almost all of my Live in Relationship Partners’ young Musalmān daughters were fucking me now invariably, not accepting the platonic relationship of Hindu stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughters ever.

Yes, some of them even called me ‘Daddy’ or ‘Papa Jī’.

But even they never mean it.

They addressed me so sarcastically.

Their deliberate disobedience and determined negligence to me was its burning proof.

I smiled at such childish behaviour of them and faced it strategically myself.

Naturally, I couldn’t become a child to face some ignorant ‘I know more than you’ childish attitude children.

So many reasons were behind it.

Some of them hated their Ammīs for betraying their real Abbūs.

They wanted to punish their Ammīs by snatching me away from them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan steered all of them in her ambitious project Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh.

But what was with the panties, I wondered.

It was baffling.

Five pretty, eighteen-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, cheerleaders, dancing around in my backyard without panties?

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

One could dismiss it as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ‘Jet’ Musalmān girlish prank, I told myself, if one of those Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls wasn’t my own eighteen-year-old stepdaughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.

But surely Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wouldn’t do that knowing that I was home and might see her.

What was the purpose of it all?

Was it some kind of weird initiation rite?

But for what?

It was indeed perplexing.

Then I watched as the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls stopped prancing around and lined up with their backs to me.

As they did, each of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls spread their legs apart almost as if they were about to do a split.

As they stood in a straight line, legs spread, tennies touching, they all spread their arms out.

Fingertips touching, they slowly leaned forward and then dropped their arms down to their sides.

Then suddenly, before I knew what was happening, the first Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in line flipped up her short, little cheerleader skirt baring her young cute, little extremely beautiful Musalmān butt and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was demanding an entrance there, now more persistently.

Stunned, I stared on as the next Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in line flipped up her skirt.

Then the next one, and the next one and finally Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s little skirt flipped up to expose her beautiful bare Musalmān butt and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Perplexed  at the row of young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān pussies, I saw that three of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls’ young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān pussies were fringed with hair of various shades and colours while Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s and one other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl were hairless, apparently shaven clean.

I couldn’t believe that it was really happening.

Then, all at once, as a group, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls stood back up and dropped their skirts down to cover their butts.

Then the gaggle of giggling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls went running across the backyard to the gate.

All of them but Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam poured through the gate and into the car sitting by the gate.

Then the car was gone and Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam stood by the gate waving.

After a few moments, she pushed the gate closed and glanced down at the little basement window where I stood staring out.

Still in a state of perplexity, I couldn’t decide what to do.

Should I confront my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam and find out what that had been about?

Should I just let it slide and chalk it up as a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ‘Jet’ Musalmān girlish prank?

I couldn’t decide what to do.

Stumbling over to the weight bench, I sat down.

It was then that I realized that I still had a raging Hindu hard on and it was jutting up like a tent pole tenting my shorts to make its presence known.

Leaning down, I grabbed up a towel and draped it across my lap to hide it in case Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam came down.

Just then, I heard the back door slide open and shut.

Leaning back, I pretended I had just finished lifting weights.

“Daddy, are you down there?” I heard Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam holler from the top of the stairs leading down into the basement.

“Uh, yeah, uh, lifting weights,” I called back.

I heard one of the steps creak as Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam started down the stairs.

Turning, I watched my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam slowly stepping down the stairs.

“There you are . . .” she smiled as her big Musalmān tits floundered around under her cheerleader top.

It was obvious to me by the way they were flouncing around, she either wasn’t wearing a brassiere or if Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was, it was only a sports bra.

And her short, yellow skirt with its black and white trim, swished around her extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs leaving her long, shapely legs bare as she stepped lower and lower.

Lying on my back, watching my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam come down the stairs, I gravely wondered if she had taken the time to put her panties back on.

“Darling, whatcha doing?” she asked slowly strolling across the basement to where he lay watching her.

Darling!

I was her ‘darling’.

Not even ‘Daddy darling’.

Not even ‘Papa darling’, or ‘darling Papa Jī’.

No!

Never!

I was only ‘darling’ for most of them.

Moreover, they shamelessly watched between my legs even while talking with me.

They never accepted me their father, not even stepfather that I was whether they accepted me so or not.

Since Incest becoming more and more normal, legal, logical, rational, respected and appreciated relationship now in West, their sexual aggressive assaults to me now bolder and bolder and even extremely open.

“Uh, just pumping some iron,” I smiled as Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam stepped up beside the bench.

Then, as she stepped closer, my nostrils were filled with the smell of sweat.

Sweat, the faint, but unmistakable smell of alcohol and an undercurrent of ripe, smelly young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Eīshān, Oh, God, I groaned as I looked up under her short, little skirt and saw that Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was still wasn’t wearing panties.

She’s been drinking, too.

Maybe that was the reason for the mooning.

“Were you watching us, Daddy?” she asked me, smiling down me, impishly.

Was it a daughter’s behaviour?

Even a stepdaughter’s?

No, never!

She was clearly seducing me.

Moreover ridiculing me why I was so foolish as not to fuck such a dazzling young Musalmān Beauty residing with me twenty-four hours already.

“Uh, a, a little bit,” I lied.

“Did you see it, Daddy?” she asked me, stepping in closer.

“Uh, what, uh, see what?” I muttered, my face turning grave the more.

“You saw . . .” she laughed when she saw my gravity.

Eīshān, should I fuck all of them when the come to live with me with their Ammīs, my Live in Relationship Partners?

Should I treat them my additional Live in Relationship Partners ab initio, taking it for granted?

Only then I would be a gentleman to be respected, not to be ridiculed instead?

The environment had changed in sixty-two years of my life very much.

Once the Hindu men were advancing to women and the women were selecting one of them for them,

Now even the just young women are advancing to Hindu men, even equal in age to their grandfathers and they ridicule them if not accepted immediately.

They think it’s their birthright to be accepted by Hindu men if they propose, if they offer themselves.

“Uh—I, uh, why . . ?” I smiled feeling more like I was the teenager and my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam the parent.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was behaving so.

And she was not alone.

Almost all of them now used to behave similarly somewhat.

“We know that you watch us, so we just thought we’d give you a little show,” she smiled. “Did you like our little skit, Daddy?”

What could I say?

I gravely wondered.

There was no correct answer!

I couldn’t say yes, and I couldn’t say no because Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam would know I was lying.

“What do you want to hear my honey child?” I smiled boldly.

Let her behave maternally.

But she isn’t my mother, damn it.

Why should I acknowledge her such an absurd claim?

“Want to see it again, Daddy?” she giggled, flipping up her short, little skirt to further expose her panties-less Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I couldn’t keep from watching at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, as she stood holding her skirt up so I could see it.

But not being humiliated now, boldly and bravely instead.

Okay, you don’t accept me your stepfather even?

I’d meet you on the same ground you want to meet me.

If I am only a man to you you can have sex with freely, you are also an extremely beautiful young Musalmān Beauty to me I can have sex with freely too.

As you sow so you reap.

“AL JAMĀL ANNISĀ AL ISLAM—do you understand what—what are you doing?” I smiled aggressively, not even attempting to tear my eyes off my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s beautiful, pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Do you like it?” she boldly winked, not dropping her skirt back down even yet.

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam! What? What are you doing? What is going on, my brave young Musalmān Beauty?” I kept smiling.

However as if a jolt of electric excitement ripped through my Uncut Hindu Cock  making it twitch down inside my shorts.

“Do you think I’m pretty, Daddy?” she asked me, still exposing bravely her personal natural treasure and physical assets to me.

“Uh, yes, yes you’re a very pretty young Musalmān woman,” I told her trying to make sense of it all, “but why, why are you doing this?”

“Prettier than Lubnah Imām?” she giggled, ignoring my question.

“Who’s Lubnah Imām?” smiling, I wanted to know.

“The one with black hair and big Musalmān tits,” she laughed.

“You were the prettiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl out there this afternoon,” I muttered, “but what, what are you doing?

“All the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls think you’re just about the hunkiest dad around,” she grinned, reaching out and shaking one of her pompoms right over the towel that was draped across my lap.

Then she suddenly dropped the pompom on the floor and made a grab for the towel.

Before I could move to stop her, she brazenly jerked the towel up and off my lap.

“Just what I thought,” she snorted, staring down at the outline of my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock hiding underneath my thin, satin shorts.

“Why did you do that?” I gasped, grabbing at the towel dangling from her fingers.

“I just wanted to see how much you like it,” she smiled, jerking the towel so that I couldn’t reach it.

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, this is embarrassing. Give me back my towel,” I grunted, running my hand down to cover the incriminating evidence of my arousal.

“So, Daddy, why is it still hard? All the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls are long gone and I’m the only one around. Does that mean,” she said, pausing, smiling down at me, “that Daddy is interested in my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ?”

“AL JAMĀL ANNISĀ AL ISLAM! Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam. How could you say that? How could you ever think anything like that? I love you, Honey, don’t you know that?” I was aggressive now despite my own natural sexy response to her own aggressive advances and utmost sexy thoughts. “But, but not like that!”

“Not like that? Haha! Not like that? Yeah?” she smirked, “It certainly doesn’t look like that, Daddy.”

“No, Baby, no, not, not like that,” I reproached her. “Not like that. What do you expect however from me when you show me yourself your grand assets? Just not acknowledge their excellence, their loveliness? Their exquisiteness? And disgrace you? I am not impotent. It’s my natural reaction to what you are yourself offering to me. What do you expect? Act as an impotent and not responding even to those superb feminine assets? You are responsible for my natural such manly reactions, not I.”

“Really?” Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam leered at me, reaching down and jerking the hem of her cheerleader top up above her breasts.

I smiled up at the jutting mountains of jiggling, pink, Musalmān tit flesh.

Her arousal was evident as her big, pink nipples jutted out of the darkened tip of her breasts.

It was easy to see that they were swollen and hard.

What was wrong with her, I deliriously wondered?

Was she drunk?

Why was she acting like Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was?

She had never done anything like this before.

“How do like my titties, Daddy?” she coyly asked, running a long, red fingernail around the pebbled ring of flesh encircling one of her big, jutting nipples.

“For Eīshān‘s sake, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam,” I admonished watching bravely at my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s blatant Musalmān exhibition. “What are you doing? Have you gone crazy?”

“What’s wrong, Daddy? Can’t you take a hint?” she asked, her look turning a little more serious.

“What? What are you saying?” I stormed out, not believing what I had just heard my eighteen-year-old stepdaughter say. “Do you mean? No, you can’t mean THAT?”

“Why not?”

“Oh, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam. You’re my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam. That would be incest. We couldn’t do that,” I was angry, trying up to a sitting position as her insinuation slowly sand into my Hindu  brain.

I was aggressively being seduced by my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s strange, new behaviour.

Did she actually want me to fuck her?

My sweet, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl wanted me to fuck her?

“I’ve always had the hots for you, Daddy,” she smiled, easing herself down onto the bench beside me. “All the panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls think you’re about the hunkiest dad around. And so do I.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” I smiled confidently now.

The situation was under control once again.

The air was filled with the fragrance of my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s youthful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān perfume.

“Yeah, you work out and keep yourself in shape,” she smiled, dropping her hand and running a long, pink fingernail up my muscular Hindu male thigh. “You ought to hear them snickering and giggling like lovesick little calves when they see you.”

“Okay, okay. So you all think I’m a real hunk. But what you’re suggesting is against the accepted morals around our vicinity. Not to mention a mortal sin. I’m your stepfather ultimately whether you give it a damn or not! It would be incest! Something that should never happen between a father and a daughter!” I said.

“Well, why are you admonishing me? And why are you still like that, Daddy? Why are you still hard if you don’t want me, Daddy?” she questioned me, looking down at the tent formed by my still erect Uncut Hindu Penis.

“This is all so damned confusing—I didn’t—Eīshān, I didn’t say I didn’t want you,” I smiled.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, acting as if innocently, put her beautiful young Musalmān palm covering my conspicuous condition with her hand.

I ignored her deliberate cunning gesture and continued,

“I know what I mean, darling. It would be wrong. So, so wrong. Can’t you see that?”

“I don’t think it’s wrong,” she softly said, “I want to do it with you, Daddy. Can’t you see how fucking exciting it would be? Doing it with my Hindu  Dad. How fucking good could that be?”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam,” I groaned as her fingernail climbed higher and higher up my thigh. “It’s not just wrong. It’s not good. We can’t expect appreciation  if anybody found out. It’s even dangerous, at least somewhat. And, besides, you’re, you’re my Live in Relationship Partner’s little Baby. I’ve fed you, nurtured you, loved you, and now you’re asking me to defile you in the most despicable way imaginable. I could never do that, Baby.”

“Yes, you can. I don’t care even if it’s wrong. I want you into me, Daddy. I want to enjoy the unity with you as Ammījān is enjoying. You don’t know what a privilege it is for us Musalmān Beauties.”

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam!”

“What do you propose for me, if not yourself? A Musalmān husband?”

“Well, I didn’t say that.”

“Yes, you didn’t. But can you guarantee it wouldn’t be?”

“Well, it depends.”

“I choose you my Live in Relationship Partner, if I am allowed to opt for my own future, for my own life.”

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam!”

“Okay, no one will ever find out what our own true secret relationship is. I promise,” she told me, sneaking her finger under the hem of my satiny, running shorts onto the big, fleshy sac of skin that held my big, aching testicles.

“Eīshān, Eīshān! Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam!” I protested, as she tickled the soft pouch with her long fingernail. “You’re killing me, child . . .”

“Can I, can I see it?” she asked me, pulling her finger back out from under my shorts.

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam—stop it—please stop it,” I whimpered.

“Come on, Daddy, let me see it . . .” she told me her voice husky with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān female lust.

Then she pushed my hand out of the way and raised her hands up to the waistband of my shorts.

“If you won’t do it, I’ll do it myself,” she growled out.

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, don’t do this. It’s so wrong,” I admonished her more gravely.

But even as I protested, I made no move to stop my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.

It would have been dangerous.

She could feel herself a woman scorned.

And even hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

It was never wise to extend my disagreement to that extent.

I couldn’t disgrace a lady for only she desired and needed me.

It was her love for me.

And love must always be respected and honoured in whatsoever form it comes to us.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam eased her fingers down under the stretchy waistband of my shorts.

“Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, please don’t do this. I won’t be responsible for anything that happens if you keep going. I’m just a man . . . not Superman.”

“I just want to see it,” she said, staring down at the tented material covering my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock as she began to ease my shorts down. “It looks like it’s a big one.”

I couldn’t decide immediately what to do.

I myself knew that what was happening was not so, so depraved as it was thought erroneously by some persons.

It was not as degenerate in itself as it was thought.

Sex was actually an immensely exclusive private activity between two consenting adults.

None else should have any say between the two consenting adults if they are not harmed from it.

I knew I couldn’t refuse any lady ultimately if she offers herself to me.

Age difference was immaterial, if she was adamant.

It was her privilege to decide, not mine.

I also knew that no matter how I railed against it, my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wanted me now in the worst way.

She wanted me even in the most despicable and vile way imaginable.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wanted to fuck me.

Period.

She wanted me fuck her and defile the delicate pink flower down between her beautiful, long Musalmān legs.

Defile it and fill it with my virtuous Hindu Vīrý always for her entire life.

But even more appalling to me was the fact that my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wanted me to do it to her.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wanted me to take her.

Take her and fuck her like Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was some common whore I could pick up on the street.

Fuck her like I was some unthinking, uncaring man who only cared about the evil monster impatiently jutting up out of my Hindu groin.

And she obviously didn’t care about the consequences of our such coupling.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam  muttered as the big, bloated head of my Uncut Hindu Cock came into view. “Damn. It’s so fucking big.”

Looking on in wonder and awe, she kept pulling down my shorts until the waistband was stretched around the base of the towering Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I’ve never seen one as big as yours, Daddy, not in porn movies, I mean.” she murmured, staring at my jutting Uncut Hindu Prick.

“You’ve seen them? How—how many have you seen?” I was suddenly angrier.

Is she such a foolish young Musalmān woman?

Has she no control whatsoever on her sexual desires and dreams?

She ran a long, pink fingernail along the bulging underside of my big Uncut Hindu Cock.

“A few, but not any real one. Yours the everfirst real one I’ve seen ever. And Wallah I’d die of shame instead of seeing another else ever in my entire existent. Yours is more than enough for me. ” she smiled coyly, running the tip of her finger along one of the thick, jutting veins that crisscrossed my big, thick Hindu prick.

“Then you’re a virgin?” I smiled lovingly.

“Oh, Daddy, these days, almost no one is a virgin, but yes, I’m proud of it that I am. I don’t anyone except you.” she lewdly giggled.

“So I get your, uh, your, your cherry,” I smiled, looking into her eyes as she continued to tickle and tease my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Penis with her fingers.

“Someone tried to, but never got anywhere. I’m born for you and you only.” she also smiled now, playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis, now more confidently.

After all I was smiling now.

I hadn’t any objection now that she was playing now with my enormously famous Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Who had tried and failed?” I kept smiling.

“You promise you won’t get mad,” she smiled shyly. “You have to promise you won’t get mad if I tell you, Daddy. And you have to promise not to do anything.”

Who had tried to deflower my little baby, I angrily wondered?

And why was she being so protective of him?

“I, I promise,” I told her, wondering why Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was being so secretive about it.

“It, it was, uh, it was Tantresh, Daddy” she said softly, wrapping her fingers around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I winced when I heard the name.

“TANTRESH? Your stepbrother, Tantresh? My own son from your Ammī? No! Tantresh and you? When? Just once? More?” I controlled myself in disbelief.

“Uh, yeah, Tantresh was the first one,” she smiled innocently. “Yeah, Tantresh tried to take my cherry. And he tried it more than once. More than once. A lot more.”

“A lot more,” I once again controlled myself, keeping my eyes not to flare wide open as I smiled watching her in a hidden somewhat jealous fog.

Jealous of my own son?

Eīshān, No! Never!

“He, he was the first one? How many more have there been trying?”

“A few,” she shamelessly smiled, slowly running her hand up and down my towering prick. “Three or four. But none even could touch me ever, Wallah! I swear to you. You are my only dream man, Durgesh darling!”

She didn’t call me ‘Daddy’ now, deliberately.

After all she was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Her dream coming true.

“You—you can’t even remember how many?” I was grave now once more. “How could you? And your own stepbrother, too?”

“Uh, yeah, there were, uh, four more,” she told me, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock harder. “But it, it was just their proposals, Daddy. I regretted them telling them I love someone else. And they understood. It didn’t really mean anything. It didn’t mean anything like this does. We, we’re going to make love, not just fuck. It’s even too different. Can’t you see that, Daddy? I’m exclusively yours. Made for you. Mad for you.”

“What? Huh? Oh, my God, Baby,” I moaned, watching my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam slip off the bench and drop down to her knees in front of me.

Then she jerked my shorts down around my ankles.

Abnormal by what was happening, I watched down at her as I saw her reach out and slowly push my hairy, muscular Hindu thighs apart as she smiled up at me.

“None of them were as big as you are, Daddy. I never saw theirs but I always had an idea of their sexual strength.” she said fawning over my big Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wrapped her palm around its swollen, fat shaft and smiled continuing what she was telling me.

I was not her ‘Daddy’ anymore.

I was her only Hindu lover she loved exclusively.

I was her only man now.

The hell with the age difference between us.

Age difference was immaterial in Musalmīn.

Age difference was immaterial in West.

Only the bloody Hindus care for it so much.

Thank Allah, Durgesh even being a Hindu, is not adamant in this matter.

“Tantresh’s Uncut Hindu Cock is I think nearly as big, but even he’ll have to grow an inch or two to have one as big as yours, Daddy. You are the best. My entire girlfriends say you are the everbest, anyone of us entire womankind even can imagine of.”

I couldn’t believe the words that were spilling out of my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s beautiful mouth.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was talking and acting now as if it was all normal.

Before all this, I had believed Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was as pure as the driven snow.

But now.

Well, she was as pure even now as she was before.

But she was not as innocent as I thought of her.

Well, wasn’t it my mistake?

How was she responsible for what anyone, even me, thought of her?

Now I was being updated to the core by her present behaviour.

Then as I watched on in suppressed  astonishment, she lowered her head and quickly sucked the head of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot, sucking Musalmān mouth.

A powerful spasm of ashvinātam pleasure took my breath away as it tore through my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was the most exhilarating and disgusting thing that was happening to me recently.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I would never have even dreamed anything so wickedly exciting could ever happen.

But now it was a reality.

Then I felt it.

I had always been proud of my staying power, but my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam had stripped that away from me.

Previously, I could hold it back for as long as I wanted before I came.

Why I could even make Maymūnah Al Nāsir come three or four times before I came.

But now?

This was just too much.

The emotion and passion was just too much for me.

Before I could stop it, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock jerk in my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s hot hands.

“Sorrrryyyy . . .” I growled out as my Uncut Hindu Cock spurted, squirting out a giant geyser of thick, gummy cum into my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s mouth.

“Unn-huh,” she groaned out around my Uncut Hindu Cock, but made no effort to spit it out or retreat from the barrage of steamy Hindu semen that began to spurt into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Sorryyyy” I smiled again, reaching down and pushing my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s head down, pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth further down the Hindu shaft of my erupting dick as it twitched and spat out its fiery Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.

The vulgar, lewd sounds of my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam loudly slurping on my Uncut Hindu Cock and gulping down my sperm-loaded Hindu cream filled my ears as I held her Musalmān mouth shoved down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Oh, Baby, Sorry, I couldn’t stop it,” I babbled smiling. “I couldn’t stop. Long-time sucking pleasure is promised to you in our second round. Okay?”

“Umhuh, okay,” she groaned out around my spewing Uncut Hindu Cock, accidentally letting some of my pearl-colored Hindu semen escape and dribble out onto her lips and down onto her fingers as she still held my jerking Uncut Hindu Lund  tightly clutched in her mouth.

“It happens sometimes accidentally.” She smiled, “It’s all right. We are starting our sex life now. The entire life is there waiting for our hottest sex sessions. I can wait.”

I had never had anything feel so good as she continued to suck and pull on my Uncut Hindu Cock with her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

It felt like my whole Hindu body was pouring out through my Uncut Hindu Cock and out into her Musalmān mouth.

My beautiful Musalmān stepdaughter was taking my noxious Hindu load without protest.

In fact, she seemed to like it.

Just like her Ammī, I deliriously thought.

Maymūnah Al Nāsir had told me she loved to suck me off.

Suck me off and swallow my hot, creamy Hindu load.

Now, now my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was doing the same thing.

But this, this was so much more exciting.

Too fucking exciting.

This was my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, my Hindu  mind reeled.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam!

Finally, after what seemed like hours on the one hand and nanoseconds on the other hand, my big Uncut Hindu Prick  stopped kicking and spurting.

As I felt my Uncut Hindu Penis begin to wilt in my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s mouth, she lifted her head and looked into my eyes.

The sight before me was the most obscene, vulgar, beautiful thing I had ever witnessed.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, still on her knees, smiled at me as a trickle of my thick, gummy Hindu jism ran down her extremely beautiful Musalmān chin and dripped down onto her cheerleader top.

“Yummy, yummy, yummy in my tummy,” she giggled, flicking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī greedy Wahābī Musalmān tongue and licking it around her lips to lick away the pearl-colored Hindu cum coating them.

Then, she slowly swallowed.

“I, I can’t believe you did that,” I smiled in appreciation.

“I like to do that, Daddy, I’ve dreamt of sucking you ever, nonstop.” she giggled, wiping at the gooey cum on her chin with the back of her hand. “I like the way your Hindu cum tastes. Only yours, however. Daddy.”

“You’re just like your Ammī,” I groaned.

“Ammī likes to suck your Uncut Hindu Cock, too?” Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam asked with a lusty smile on her lips.

“Professes to love it,” I laughed.

Then with mischievous smile on her lips, she struggled up to her feet in front of me.

As I watched on in dazed amazement, she reached down and quickly pulled her top up and over her head, baring her big, beautiful tits to me.

“You never did tell me,” she said, “do you like my tits?”

“They’re fucking gorgeous,” I grovelled, gawking at them with reverent adoration. “Prettiest tits I’ve ever seen.”

“Even prettier than Ammī’s?” she asked me cupping the giant mountains in her palms.

“Yes. Prettier . . .” I groaned, “But never tell her I said that.”

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam laughed understandingly.

“Ammī would be jealous of me?”

“Any woman would be jealous of you, stupid.”

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam winked at me.

“Whom do you love more, me or my Ammī?”

“Shut up, Sālī!” I laughed.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam also laughed.

I staggered to my feet, nearly tripping on my shorts that were still wrapped around my ankles.

Then, kicking them off, I grabbed hold of my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s waist and lifted her up onto the weight bench.

As Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam watched me with amused anticipation, I pushed her down onto her back atop the bench and pushed her lovely, long legs apart.

“What are you going to do, Daddy?” she playfully asked me, tweaking and pulling on her big, bulging nipples with her fingers and thumbs.

“You’ll see,” I smirked down at her, dropping to my knees and lifting her long legs up over my shoulders.

“Are you going to kiss your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Daddy?” she giggled as I dropped my face down between her extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs , feeling the soft smoothness of her skin graze my cheeks when I lowered my face down to her steamy gulch.

Leaning forward, I could feel her beautifully shaped calves resting on my back.

Then the sweaty aroma of her overheated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy filled my nostrils with its piquant pungency.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was hot.

Hot and ready.

Ripe for the taking.

But first, I was going to kiss the sweetness of her youthful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“Eīshān, you smell hot,” I winked at her, dropping my Hindu mouth down onto her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān snatch.

“I am hot, Daddy. Hot for you, Daddy,” she murmured, reaching down and running her fingers through my still black hair as I hungrily explored her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my Hindu lips.

“Uh-huh,” I snorted out into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then, as she held my face pressed down into her pubis with her hands, she began to hump her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy against my mouth, guiding my Uncut Hindu Lund  up to her swollen Musalmān clitoris as she did.

“Oh yeah, Daddy, yeah, like that, penis your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl’s clit, Daddy, penis it fast,” she moaned as my Uncut Hindu Lund  found her Musalmān clit and raked back and forth across it. “Make your baby come with your fucking Uncut Hindu Penis, Daddy.”

I couldn’t believe it.

I was penising out my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.

Penising her and kissing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

How fucking sophisticated could I be?

I loved the taste of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was sweat, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and sex all combined together to form a sweet, delicious elixir.

The elixir of love, I thought.

“Oh, Daddy, Daddy, penis your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy,” she moaned out, humping her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt up into my Uncut Hindu Lund. “Penis it real good.”

“Ummm-huh,” I groaned out onto her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān clit, raking my Uncut Hindu Lund  back and forth across it faster and faster and reaching out around her legs to grab hold of her big, quivering Musalmān young tits.

“Feel it, feel it, gonna, gonna come, making me come, Daddy,” she gasped, humping harder and shoving my waist down into her salivating snatch.

I could feel all her muscles tightening around my Uncut Hindu Lund as she strained for the finish.

“OH—fuck—Daddy—comingggg . . .” she squealed, slapping her extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs  against my stubbled thighs and imprisoning my Hindu waist between them.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was coming.

My baby was coming around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam was coming and pouring out juice like a broken water main, painting my Uncut Hindu Lund  and balls with her sweet, sticky Musalmān wetness.

I loved it.

Her whole young Musalmān body was trembling and quivering as she grunted and groaned, straining her way through her orgasm while I kept my Uncut Hindu Lund  locked into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

She came and came and came as I penised and penised and penised.

At last, I felt her go limp as her arms dropped down beside the bench.

Letting go of her big, soft tits, I pushed myself  up out from between her legs as she pulled her legs up and let me slide out from under them.

“Damn, you penis good,” she grinned.

Standing up and running my tongue over my lips I looked down at her.

“Thanks.” I smiled.

“You taste good too.” she giggled happily, seeing that I was already big and hard again.

I smiled,

“Thanks again.”

Grinning expectantly, I quickly bent down over her and scooped her up into my arms.

“Oh, Daddy, you’re so strong,” she cooed, wrapping her arms around my neck as I carried her across the basement.

Then grunting, I carried her up the stairs and down the hallway toward the guest room.

“Uh-huh,” I grunted, stopping in front of the door and letting her reach down and turn the knob.

Then she gave the door a little shove and it swung open.

The Moment the door was open; I stepped inside and hurried over to the bed.

Reaching it, I leaned down and gently laid her down on the bed.

Staring down at her, I watched her reach up.

She wrapped her hand around my big, jutting Uncut Hindu Prick.

She looked so cute, I thought to myself.

Her long, blond hair radiated out from her head like a halo and her big, bare tits were pressed down by their own weight lay flat against her chest.

Only her waist was covered by the tiny, cheerleader skirt, while down below it her cute, little cunny was still leaking out her juices.

I had been mistaken earlier when I thought her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was bald.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was shaved and as bald as a baby’s butt except for a little two-inch triangle of soft curls that projected up from it.

Funny, I thought, it looked like an arrowhead pointing down to her jutting clit and sex.

“Do you like the way I shaved it, Daddy?” she asked me as I toed my loafers off.

“It’s cute,” I mumbled, reaching up and grabbing hold of her little, cheerleader skirt.

“Does Ammī shave hers, Daddy?” she asked as I pulled the short skirt down her long legs.

“Only the occasional trim,” I mumbled, feeling oddly uncomfortable discussing my Live in Relationship Partner’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam.

“You’re uncomfortable, Daddy,” Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam giggled. “Where do you think Ammī is right this Moment ?”

“I just hope that she isn’t on her way home,” I laughed at her, winking at her wickedly, tossing her skirt on the floor and untying her tennies.

“She’s not, Daddy. You know that she never gets home before four, Daddy,” she laughed.

“I hope not,” I said, pulling her tennies off her tiny feet. “You even have pretty feet . . .”

Dropping her shoes to the floor, I lifted her feet and kissed her each, little, pink smooth thighs.

“Mmmmmm, Daddy,” she murmured as I slowly eased her feet back down to the bed, “you sure know how to romance a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl. They are absolutely right when they call you ‘Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!’”

My Uncut Hindu Cock, hard and ready, jutted out in front of me like a grand, barb-tipped harpoon.

“Well, enough romancing,” I told her, crawling up onto the bed between her outstretched Musalmān legs.

“I’m ready, Daddy,” she said, reaching up and taking hold of my big, stiff Uncut Hindu Lund. “I’ve been waiting for this for a long, long time.”

“I never knew,” I told her, looking down between them as she bent my Uncut Hindu Cock down and aimed its big, bloated head down at the small, meaty furrow between her legs.

“I know, I know, but I didn’t, ohhhhhhhhh,” she murmured out as I dipped my hips and slowly eased my Uncut Hindu Cock head down into the slippery, wet opening of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“I saved my cherry for you, Daddy . . .” she smiled.

“Thank you darling, I’m honoured, I’d never forget it,” I told her, a single, big tear slowly trickling down her cheek.

“It’s okay, Baby, don’t cry . . .I’d take care of you. It won’t be as painful as you are imagining. I promise.” I muttered, reaching down and wiping the tear away with the back of my fingers.

“I know. My entire girlfriends tell me you manage somehow they even never knew when you took their cherry.” she tried to smile.

“That’s very nice of them to tell you that.”

I couldn’t believe how hot and wet my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s tight, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was.

“Eīshān, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, you’re so hot and tight,” I groaned, working my hips forward and pushing my Uncut Hindu Cock down into the clutching tightness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“That’s because you’re so fucking big, Daddy,” she muttered, milking her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy down around the head and shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock as it slithered down into her.

“Eīshān,” I babbled as my belly finally ground down onto hers.

Now I was buried balls deep in my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam’s tight, clutching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I proudly thought as I ground myself against her.

I had never felt anything like it recently.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was the hottest and tightest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy I had ever fucked recently, but the emotional surge of fucking my own stepdaughter added so much more to it.

I knew that it was something I would never be able to forget though I could be able to duplicate it so many times more and more.

Fucking my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam for the first time.

I also knew that we would make love countless times, but this was the first time.

It was special, so very special.

It was getting her cherry, her cherry that she had not given away even to her stepbrother.

I smiled to myself.

“You’re finally doing it,” she bubbled. “You’re finally fucking me, Daddy. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“I wish you had told me,” I grunted, stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her hot box. “We could have done this a long time ago.”

“I know, I know,” Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam whined, pulling my face down to hers.

Her lips were full and soft as she pressed them against mine.

I could feel her sharp teeth nip my lower lip as her hot, soft tongue slowly slithered inside my mouth.

I could taste her spit as she explored my mouth with her probing tongue.

Kissing her like this was almost as exciting as fucking her, I deliriously thought as I snaked my tongue into her hot mouth.

Eating face with her, I began lovingly to stroke my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her hot, tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Finally, gasping for air, we broke the passionate kiss.

“Goddamn it, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam,” I groaned, staring longingly into her sparkling blue eyes. “You’re the prettiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in the whole world.”

“Oh, Daddy, Daddy,” she goo-gooed, “Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl hard. Fuck her hard and fast, Daddy. Make your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl come again, Daddy.”

I smiled triumphantly.

“Yeah, yeah, Daddy, fuck your Baby, Fuck her, and, fuck her, and make her come,”

I grunted between strokes and began to pound my Uncut Hindu Cock into her fragile, little sugar dish harder and harder.

I was fucking Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, I deliriously told myself.

Fucking my beautiful, sweet little Baby.

I had every right now to touch her like this.

I had every right to do anything to her, because Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam herself wanted me to.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam wanted me to fuck her and make her come.

This was all so wonderful.

I couldn’t imagine taking her against her will.

But this—this was all her idea.

She had come to me.

I hadn’t gone to her.

So how could I be blamed for what had happened?

What man in his right mind could turn down such a fantastic opportunity?

Then, as I struggled to justify what I was doing, it dawned on me that not only was I fucking my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, I was fucking the most beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girl in the whole, fucking world too.

Wallowing in the ecstatic wickedness of fucking my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir’s eighteen-year-old daughter, Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam, I felt Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam bend her long, curving legs and lift them up into the air.

Then as I furiously pounded my big prod down into her juicy, little honey pot, I felt her begin to rake her soft, smooth thighs along my sides.

Coaxing me on, urging me to fuck her even harder, she rode me like a jockey at the races.

The sweetly vulgar, raucous sound of our juice-splattered ashvinātam groins slapping together echoed off the walls of the bedroom, driving me somehow to kick it up even another notch.

I could feel her inner thighs scraping against my outer thighs and then I felt her soft, round heels dig into my bounding ass as she spurred me on.

Staring down into her lust-glazed eyes, I hammered my oversized Uncut Hindu Lund into her like a madman.

But she asked no quarter and received none as she thrust herself back up at me.

I fucked her for hours similarly nonstop.

Then it continued to the whole night as well.

The rest of the members of the house informed us that they couldn’t come for a month.

I was surprised.

Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam winked at me,

“It’s our honeymoon, darling. Congratulations.”

I was dumbfounded,

“You you’ve managed it?”

“It’s the evermost, utmost, important period and session of my life.” Her eyes were suddenly filled with tears, “Sorry, I couldn’t tell you before. I I thought you wouldn’t fuck me ever. Sorry, méré Hindu Piyā!”

Chapter 22

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam