1: Of my Musalmān friends
As the sun shone through the wall of windows, I could not help admire the extremely beautiful young Musalmān body of my little princess sleeping next to me.
Remembering the night before, as the most beautiful woman I knew recently, had told me about her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, training her to be my new lover and to help me enjoy my life with the two of them more.
The last thing I could remember about our talking was that her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had left some tapes for her use and had left one for her to give me if this day had ever came.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had placed it into the player and said, “We are not to watch it until after our first night.
Well, our first night was over and guilt was starting to rise in Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
A daughter should never surrender to lust, step or else and she is only 19-year-old with her own stepfather Hindu or else.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had the most handsome stepfather.
My but perfect frame so close to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that not even air could slip in between our bodies and my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried in her tender wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was something Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had never thought possible.
She slowly moved away from the sleeping Anant Muslimātchod Hindu next to her so as not to wake me, but as my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, I moaned somewhat, but remained asleep.
She went to the bathroom, did her morning piss and turned on the shower letting the water warm.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower.
During this time, her thoughts were on the tapes, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and me.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam pulled on her robe and went toward the player with the tape.
There was her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, sitting in her favorite chair.
She still kept her smile and appearance.
The sparkle in her extremely beautiful extremely loyal to me Musalmān eyes, the hue of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin, the total package, all in a woman that knew she always had infinite time to share her undying Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān love for her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.
Another Mastānī of Bājīrāo?
Another Réħānah of Subhāsh Ghaī?
Another Saåīdah Kħān of Brij Sadānā?
Another Sārah Åbdullāh of Sachin Pilot?
Another Dimple Kapadia of Rajesh Khanna?
For the next three hours, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam set while the tape ran with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān telling her that her Daughter and she had spent the last few years learning to be.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me about how she had suggested to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam about things from birth control to applying make-up and most other things a mother and daughter would talk and share.
The stunning part for me was when Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān stood up but the camera did not rise with her.
It revealed her body. During the filming of this video, she had been completely naked.
On the table beside her, was her rather large collection of toys. Her large breasts (35in with a D-cup) showed no sign of drooping, her 26in waste and that beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at just over 36 inches of glorious sexy willing to please.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me that she had shown our child clips of our pleasure time and informed her that Ammī wanted but never demanded, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to look after me and to kick start my life if I still miss her whenever she isn’t with me.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t my wife.
She was my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife.
But Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is actually more than a wife to me.
Whenever she was with me, she never allowed me separate from her.
We both were always nude entirely.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was always either into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, in her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth or at least in her beautiful Musalmān hand.
She was always my integral part whenever she was with me.
That they were fuck tapes as well as masturbation and some group and yes even of her lesbian side.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān said that if she knew me as well as she thought she did, I would be feeling a mix of emotions about now and that was unnecessary because everyone was an adult and consented to the world of pleasure.
The next scene was of Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān placing the camera on a tripod.
At that point, she reached out, took hold of a hand, and pulled it toward the center of the room, showing her cinematographer to be her fuck buddy me.
She looked into the camera and said Al Tawaħīd Al Islam this one is especially for you because I know how much you love to watch me suck and fuck Durgesh the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies whether we are married to him or not.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān dropped to her knees, reached out, grabbed my belt, slowly unfastened it and with one quick movement unsnapped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear.
She wrapped her fingers around the massive Hindu shaft and started stroking with smooth gliding caressing movement.
The flowing movement of her sensual Musalmān strokes worked the excitement to a fevered pitch.
The moans from her Hindu lover were becoming more frequent and louder as she played.
She was a giving lover, and willing to show her appreciation by pleasing me if I would allow.
She licked, sucked, stoked, and with her other hand, cupped my balls all the while keeping her eyes on my face looking for the signs of a man in ecstasy, knowing that my release was going to be her pleasure.
As she cupped my nuts, she pushed forward only pulling back to where he was close to falling out of her magical lips before taking in more and more and then pulling back just to do it again.
Her favorite thing was to hum all the while keeping the sucking and licking going.
If I wasn’t careful and with extraordinary sexual prowess it was never possible that even I could last under her expert dick sucking more than 10 minutes.
Once she had her throat opened and relaxed, she would take both of her hands, place them on my hips pull my Uncut Hindu Cock from her mouth and tell me to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as hard as I could.
She was my wonderful cocksucker.
Moreover, when some overflow happened she never let it go to waste, her hands were there to catch it and she licked and cleaned her hands like a cat, savoring its pungent aroma and salty flavor.
After watching her suck my massive 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock, she spent the next 45 minutes spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , showing how her lips would gleam and swell, contract, pull and push my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out.
When she would ejaculate, there was so much and as mine, it shot over 3 feet away.
As soon as she had finished her orgasm, she flipped over, spread her ass cheeks, showing her tight brown star to the camera and requested me to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund into the dark asshole without stopping to lube it.
At that time in the tape, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me to turn and look at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam lying in my bed and know that she was her final give of love and to enjoy as if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was my fuck toy and to love her as I loved I had loved her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam slowly walked to the bed and pulled the covers off me.
I started to moan, and kiss back.
She slowly opened her mouth and before I could react she said, “once I grab your hips Durgesh, pound me like you do my wonderful Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, make me choke and swallow your Uncut Hindu Cock until you cum. Make me your Uncut Hindu Cock sucker!”
She worked and enjoyed having her young Musalmān mouth filled tasting my man-meat, keeping the eye contact and trying to take as much as was fucked into her warm wet my Uncut Hindu Cock-sucking Musalmān lips.
The experience would come with the more opportunity to practice, after all no one is great naturally.
I rolled her pretty pink nipples to cause the moaning from pleasure and pain run from her throat to my cock and in turn forcing me to pound even harder between her slobbering Musalmān lips.
I was telling her how good it felt to slam my pubic hair against her nose and my balls swinging into her chin.
Once again I wondered if she would be able to handle all my cum building in my Hindu scrotum and would it catch her by surprise?
Could her willingness overload her talent and desire?
Would I cause her reel away from all that was going on in this moment or would she enjoy and become more like her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān?
I thought all of these things as well as the football scores, the stock market bulls and bears, whatever it took to keep me from Cuming, as I wanted this to last as long as possible.
When I could no longer think about anything other than cuming, I howled,
“Suck me you fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, swallow my nut. Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my God, you are so fucking hot, my little baby. Don’t stop until you get it all, bitch!” Then it came. Arrrrrrrrgu, I came and it was as if the sky had gone dark, I saw stars flying toward me and at the same time moving away.
My knees turned to rubber and I grabbed her head to steady myself.
When I recovered, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was holding and comforting me, smiling from ear to ear. She said,
“My goodness Durgesh, I think you enjoyed that as much as I did!” and to my surprise Al Tawaħīd Al Islam picked up the phone and ordered, “breakfast for two in the master suit, and bring some oysters as well because we will need them.”
She was amazing with her complete control as she climbed out of bed turning to kiss me before slipping into the bathroom turning on the shower and singing as her morning began.
She was just finishing in the bathroom when the steward knocked on the door.
The steward said,
“My name is Amīnah, and I am your morning steward, we did not have a chance to introduce ourselves yesterday but as we serve you we will each tell you who and what we are here to do to make your voyage aboard “Down on Me II” more pleasurable.”
At that moment, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came out of the bathroom and replied to Amīnah saying,
“Thank you so much, but today my husband and I will be staying in and fucking all day. If we need anything, we will definitely let you know and hopefully we will see more of you!”
I was aghast at how open Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about our plans and not a second of remorse or shame as to who we were.
Ashvinātam Sex has always happened only in private without the prying eyes of society because people have this ability to judge others.
As Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and I sat eating our breakfast, we talked about last night, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, the tapes, the itinerary, as well as the entire crew.
I found out that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had flown to Tampa and met the crew, made all the arrangements, chose the menus for every meal, made choices for everything except the weather, after all this was the Gulf of Mexico.
The most surprising thing was that she had paid for everything from the special account her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had sat up for her.
I found out that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had the forethought to take care of her baby in every way. Her schooling and enough money to last a lifetime without ever having to ask me for anything.
That was however not a disappointment for me after all I was the one who had made all the money, although Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had pushed me to be the very best businessman I could.
Therefore, money would never be a problem.
In addition, it did not hurt when we struck oil on not one but 786 of our land deals.
They were her special Salawāt.
I was continuously fucking her in them performing my Stavans simultaneously.
Of course, we both were nude entirely then.
However, it wasn’t anything new.
“If you want to thank me Durgesh, you can but you know what I want and how.”
During our meal, I made a decision that I would keep to myself for now at least. that would be to play with my baby and tease her by being the slow-handed lover that would take her to the point, then just stop short of taking her over the edge every time until she would be begging for total commitment.
I would make her cum but only not the biggest, never to the brink so to speak.
As she lay on the bed, I followed her steps, knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly with enough passion to allow her body to warm and start feeling desire for my touch.
I lightly placed my hand against the side of her angelic face drawing low moans from her.
Tracing down her cheek toward her delicate neck still tracing the long slops of her golden skin kissing everyplace my hand had been running my fingers down lower to her ample breasts cupping each one separately, just brushing across her nipples and tweaking each with a slight pinch to force them to stand at attention.
For my reward, she could only exhale with little coos and ahhhs.
When my mouth rested at her nipples, the salty sweet taste kept me there for a longer time than I had planned.
Her pink nipples were beginning to turn a more darkish reddish pink and appeared to strain against her skin to the point of causing discomfort but I stayed kissing, adding a little twist as well.
Her moans became loader and more rapid, yet I stayed.
When her hands reached around my head and tried to push me father down, I stopped and went up kissing her beautiful Musalmān lips again.
Much to her surprise she was not in control; I was.
When she realized that I was the one pleasing her, and she stopped trying to force me, she would receive more.
She was now aware that her Durgesh was much more than her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said.
I gave her tits a quick firm slap but not enough to bruise on my way to her tiny belly button.
Her squirming became uncontrollable and yet I stayed, still lingering, while kissing, and smelling her sweet but salty sweat as the beads began to build giving me full knowledge of her arousal.
Then it happened I started to move down again and she must have thought I was moving to her pubic area, I had to chuckle as I skipped down past her “V” and past her knees all the way to her feet.
As I massaged each of those lovely feet, I started moving up even slower than I moved down kissing behind each of her calves up to the bend of each knee kissing and tickling each until she began to moan out in open defiance yelling, “Please Please, Durgesh, you are driving me crazy. I need you NOW inside me!”
I froze and calmly said,
“No, you are not getting off that easy Princess.” I went back to the knees and started over.
I had never told her, “No” before and it shocked her more than anything I could have done.
The outer lips were swollen and not been touched as of yet, when they spread open the inner lips were clutching at air trying to find something to wrap around and pull into the abyss.
Slowly I worked my way up her inner thighs tasting and smelling the juices as they splashed around because of her movement.
There was just a moment when I thought about skipping back down but her body would not have stood for it.
My lips kissed her cunt lips and there it was.
She ejaculated with just one kiss.
The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the creamy sweet cunt juice from gushing out.
I had never had a woman recently cum so much from just my lips touching hers.
I had won the battle even if she knew nothing about it.
She had passed out and when she woke, I was lying beside her.
I asked her a very simple question,
“Are you ready?”
“Durgesh, I am yours to do as you wish, without any reservations.”
I went back down to her open legs and started kissing and tonguing her slit and as I did reached up, finding her cobra hood surrounding her protruding clit.
Once I found it and lightly touched the magic button, juice started flowing and did not stop.
I felt her quiver repeatedly until she said.
“No more playing Durgesh! Fuck me, make me your Hindu cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex goddess fuck over and over in every hole I have, but first stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck me till I pass out and then keep fucking me until you fill it with your Hindu cum!”
When I first entered her last night it was for a quick one to end the virgin part of her life I really did not think things would come this far.
That all changed when I watched the tape her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had made for me and I knew that this young woman, my princess, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter would be my long-term lover, my endless lover.
When I entered her still soaking Musalmān Cunt, it was slow and steady, not the rush to get it over with, to make it loving and tender for her enjoyment.
Something she would remember for as long as she lived.
As I pushed into her little hot Musalmān fun spot, I looked into her eyes and she back at mine.
I felt the love growing stronger between the two of us.
A bond, if you will, that can never be broken.
With each Hindu stroke of mine in and out, over and over she began to understand the love, between a Hindu man and a Musalmān woman and this was the first time she allowed emotions to show, her tears were not of sadness but joy and pleasure of knowing that her first time was with someone that loved her without conditions.
She knew what her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, felt after all the questioning and fear she had hidden to please her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
She felt as if her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had given her all the information as a cold fact.
Now she understood the heart of her loving Ammī and knew the love her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had for her and her Durgesh.
As I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tender young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I could not remember the last time a Musalmān Choot felt this warm and wet, as tight as this was.
I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had told Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that I was a dominate and she had been a submissive sex goddess, but I did not know if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was going to be a submissive for me as well.
I knew that if the training were right, she would follow in her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s path.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came so many times that I lost track , but I was working to make sure that she would sleep for a while because if she did not rest soon, her body would give out and I would be back to no sex until she recovered.
The monster awakened.
She came one last time screaming out begging for me to fuck her faster and when she came her legs already wrapped around my waist pulling me in with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Cock, suddenly started to squeeze me so tight I felt my breath leaving my body.
When she finished I started to cum and I pumped hard strong and as fast as I could.
When my nut filled her, I was so deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, there was no movement from either of us for what seemed like an eternity and we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam again woke before I did and had ordered lunch.
She had started the shower, and then woke me saying.
I laughed and said.
“Well as sore as my body is, I don’t think I could wash any part of myself. So I may need your help as well.”
We showered and simply held each other as the water washed over our bodies and we just poured the body gel on our heads and let the water foam it up and wash our bodies.
It seemed the steward knew when we had finished; she knocked on the door and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said,
Once again, Amīnah entered pushing the cart but, something had changed, or should I have said Amīnah had changed.
She had lost every stitch of clothing with nothing hidden.
I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and she burst into an uncontrolled laughter.
She was giggling as she tried to tell me what was going on, but she could not get a single word out because of her laughing.
“We were told that if you shared your bed with your lovely young Musalmān wife, we were to shed our clothing until we reached the next port and when we are out to sea it would be no clothing.” She looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and said, “Isn’t that right?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed and said,
“I had forgotten about that part. I hope you do not mind?”
I smiled and said,
Amīnah looked at the both of us and replied,
“We are here for your total pleasure no matter what it may be, day or night. Everyone of the crew is willing to participate, so feel free at any moment.”
“Well now this just got even more interesting! Right now, though I think we need to relax and rest up. At least I do but Princess if you feel the need to please, feel free!”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam commented,
“As sore as my kitty is right now, it may be a while for me as well.”
The three of us laughed and Amīnah left us to enjoy our lunch.
After finishing our lunch, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wanted a drink.
I left Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to relax and nap if she wanted, while I went to the bar more to stretch my legs more than for a juice.
When I got to the bar, the other steward was cleaning the room after what appeared to be a wild party.
As I walked to the bar I noticed she was nude as well and her body was as hot as Amīnah.
She looked at me and said,
“Good afternoon Mister Durgesh, my name Al Noor Al Islam and I am your afternoon steward.”
“Helloooo Al Noor Al Islam, please call me Durgesh.”
“Do you like what you see or do you want something else?”
“The sight is fantastic, but I could use a juice while I enjoy the fresh air and the view.”
Al Noor Al Islam was an excellent bartender and good company.
At this time, I was worn out to partake in anything other than a stiff drink.
We just sat and talked.
Al Noor Al Islam reminded me that we would be stopping in New Orleans shortly so everyone would be required to dress if we were going to shore or above deck.
I smiled and thanked her for the juice and the reminder.
After my juice, I went back to my cabin.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was up and in the shower again.
I reminded her that we’re about to hit port and she said she had to leave ship for a short while and that a surprise was coming for me, but when she returned, she wanted me well rested for a night on the town.
We would be in port for two nights.
It was my turn to sleep and catch up on my energy.
That was my plan.
Plans seem to fail when needed the most.
As I slept, I felt movement in the room and slowly opened my eyes, the bright white shirt of one of the stewards was there bending over to straighten items on the table.
She was quietly arranging things, as was part of her daily responsibilities.
I watched as she turned and bent forward away from me leaving me a perfect view of her pear-shaped gorgeous Musalmān ass.
It was magnificent.
I felt the familiar pulse of blood rushing to my Hindu cockhead.
The more I watched the more the blood rushed. Suddenly she turned and caught my eyes glaring at her chest, the two-button closure that held her shirt closed.
It was Al Noor Al Islam, she smiled and said,
“I am sorry, I did not want to wake you but this is the only time we can clean the rooms. Most of our guests go ashore and we work.”
I smiled and told her,
“It’s ok, but I hope you don’t mind that I watch as you work!”
She smiled and replied,
“Would you like to pretend that we are still out to sea and I wear my other uniform?”
I sat up, reached out, as I pulled her shirt a little closer and started unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her shirt, saying,
“I would love to see that uniform.”
When the last button of her shirt unfastened, the cabin door opened, and Amīnah stepped into the room with an arm full of towels.
She smiled and said,
“Sir, we thought you had gone ashore!”
There I was lying on the bed with a hand on Al Noor Al Islam’s shirt and she smiling as she twisted her beautiful Musalmān body to let the top fall from her shoulders.
“This is much better than shore leave.”
As she sat the towels into a chair, she pulled at her own buttons.
Very quickly, three of us were on the bed and Al Noor Al Islam had reached for my rapidly growing Uncut Hindu Dick and was shoving it into her beautiful Musalmān mouth while Amīnah had climbed into the bed behind me and had her mouth pressing on my ass cheeks.
When she had enough moisture on her lips she started licking the crack of my ass and her Musalmān tongue worked its way toward my asshole.
Once Amīnah had found my brown star, she tried to force her tongue into the hole.
Before I could say, “that is an outy only!” she buried it as far as she could, forcing me to ram forward deep into Al Noor Al Islam’s throat, causing her to gag.
I came way ultimately, although I stayed hard.
After spending the last 27 hours fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Do not let anyone bullshit you, no one can fuck and abuse their cock as I have, so I finally said,
“I need to stop and rest for a while.”
I pulled my dick out of Al Noor Al Islam’s beautiful Musalmān mouth, pushed myself off the bed and fell into the chair just as the cabin door opened once again.
Putting her hands on her hips, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed,
“Well it looks as if you have been a bad Durgesh while I was away.”
Before I could answer, she said,
“Durgesh, here is your surprise, I hope you like it.” Sidestepping out of the way, her best friend in the world appeared.
“Rāħīlah Sultān, how are you? I can’t remember the last time I saw you and look at how you have grown!” I started to stand and remembered that I had nothing on, so I sat back down.
Rāħīlah Sultān was 19 years old and was about 5 inches taller than Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was but was much smaller everywhere else.
She had the blackest hair I had ever seen and behind her black-framed glasses were green Musalmān eyes that could see the soul.
Her breasts were a solid A-cup, but they were real, not store bought, so they matched slender body that she kept hidden under baggy outfits.
I had known her almost as long as I had known Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
I knew she was my princess’s lover and that she hated men, although she had a deep emotional bond toward me, more later.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān looked toward the bed seeing the two women naked and clearly not bashful, they quickly stripped, walked toward the bed-smiling saying,
“An all Musalmān girl party would be fun, can we join you?”
I took this opportunity to lock myself in the bathroom and turned on the water filling the hot tub for the first time, climbed in and soaked, don’t ask me how long because I slept.
When I woke, it was dark outside and I was wrinkled but relaxed.
When I came out of the bath, drying Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān were sitting, laughing, doing the friendship thing.
They looked at me and said they thought about waking me but I looked relaxed and our trip was just starting and how they wanted me to relax and enjoy everything.
We all dressed and decided to go ashore and have supper in the French Quarter at a nice restaurant.
We strolled down Bourbon St. as most tourists do and enjoyed a jazz club until after 3 a.m. and a leisurely stroll back toward our ship.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam asked me,
“Durgesh, do you mind if I sleep in my stateroom with Rāħīlah Sultān tonight?
I quickly answered,
“No honey, I could use a break.”
The rest of our walk we just held hands and breathe in the salt air.
I smiled with Al Noor Al Islam and Amīnah on my mind.
Are they still awake and should I find out?
Well, they both were available.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
It was just past midnight.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now 19 and an adult acting on her own accord.
She took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.
We danced a slow loving embrace.
After we danced, she said,
“Durgesh, take me to your bed.”
I led her down the stairwell toward my stateroom, when we were standing outside the door; she said, “Carry me to our bed.”
I opened the door, picked her up into my arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down.
“Just a Moment.”
She stood up and said,
“I know you like to play rough and so here I am you can do whatever you like starting right now. Ammī said you like to tear clothing and to use force, so do whatever you want. Take me anyway any hole anything you want, I am your slut, if you don’t accept me too your respected wife, as you have kindly honored my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān!”
“Nonsense! I never dishonored any Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age. If she is steady to choose me as her sex partner, I never dishonor her ultimate decision to oblige me. You have to think, once more at least, whether it’s a temporary lust or life decision.”
She watched me teasingly.
“If I say it’s only a temporary lust you won’t oblige me?”
“Never. Nevertheless, I’d try to explain to you its consequences. You don’t have experience enough to anticipate them clearly.”
“Ammī said you are ever best in sex.”
“I see. You want sex?”
“I love sex even more than my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān does. I love to watch you both when you fuck my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“You never caught me, while my Ammī did.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled.
“I can’t believe you.”
“You have to. You have the utmost handsome unique Uncut Hindu Penis. My Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān has an utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I love to watch your utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
“I can’t blame you.” I sighed, “Even your Abbū, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah, watches it immensely fascinated when I fuck your extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“Why do you still call her ‘Bhābhījān’, while she never accepted any platonic relationship with you ever?” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me, teasingly.”
“My relationship with anyone doesn’t depend on what s/he thinks of me. It depends on what s/he actually needs from me. I am a Sex Therapist actually that’s curing your Ammī from her mental sickness.”
“A very good pretext to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies without getting any guilty psychosis.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam winked at me, “Ammī praises you for it. You fuck almost entire beautiful educated Musalmān houseladies yet you are never guilty for it because you never fuck them to enjoy sex with them. You always fuck them to cure them from their mental sickness. Wow! I can’t blame the Musalmīn that they never believed you. Who the hell would ever?”
I had to stop and think about what was about to happen.
I reached down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and forced my tongue into her waiting mouth as my hands reached around and found her open back gown.
I ripped as fast and hard as I could.
I tore the gown from back to front and up and down her body.
I knelt in front of my little princess, I slowly removed the remaining pieces of her torn gown and everywhere I pulled cloth, I replaced with a tinder kiss.
As I removed the cloth from her breasts, I kissed licked and squeezed her nipples.
The areolas were a shade darker than her golden brown skin with the perky nipples pointing up at an angle as if to stare at the dim lights above us.
Each kiss, twist or nibble she would moan and shiver as if she was ready to orgasm, but holding back.
Then she started talking between each labored breath saying,
“Durgesh, I am a good girl but the time is right, and look out because I will be so good at being bad!” she added, “Ammī told me you would be pleased if you were my first and I hope she was right!”
I froze when those words sank into my head.
I looked up at her and said,
“May I look at one of your tapes to see what your Ammī was thinking before we go any farther?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Ammī thought you would want to know and she said if this night came then I was to give you this tape.”
She walked toward the desk.
She picked up a tape that was on it and placed it in the VRC.
Then she walked back to the bed, lay down, and made room for me.
It was Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, telling me that she had trained Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, as best she could from where she was and hoped that I would finish that training.
She added that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would fill me in on all the details, but not tonight.
I turned toward the beauty in the bed with me and kissed her genteelly but with more passion than a father and daughter should.
I as moved from her lips to her cheeks placing kisses as I went.
I nibbled her ears, trailing down her slender neck and once again her breasts.
They seemed to be so sensitive to my touch.
My hands were slowly tracing from her tits down to her sides.
I was making love to every part of her young tender Musalmān body.
I massaged her legs I tried to resist touching her most secret place, but the moister was clearly flowing and adding her scent to the pleasure, was making my traveling more difficult.
I placed my left hand on her clean-shaven perfect Musalmān mound and almost came from the darling softness of it.
When she would try to grind I would stop with the pressure and then she would whimper but stop trying to force my actions.
I reached her knees and continued to apply gentle kisses over every inch of her pushing her toward the edge.
When she stopped grinding, I would start once again press on her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock that was never too far from that magic little pleasure dome until she would start to grind again.
I knew that her frustration was building and I wanted her to enjoy the release when I finally allowed her.
She had been on a sacred Islamic mission and had used even a drug, Viagra, on me to entice the mood.
And I was playing with her, as my way of saying, do not do that.
A lesson she would learn soon to me again.
I slowly kissed my way back up her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and spreading her legs as I did.
When I was about an inch from her young virgin extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I stopped all movement, just looked at the swollen pink lips of her Musalmān labia.
And gently allowed my breath to sweep across her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Using my left hand, I pulled up on the hood that covered her perfect Musalmān clit and let the airflow over it.
Shivering as if an earthquake was engulfing her, she started to beg for more, crying out for more.
When suddenly I covered her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my male Hindu mouth and shot my passionate kiss onto her with one swift movement.
She screamed and came at that very Moment.
Her legs clamped together around my head and bestowed my mouth with the sweetest young fresh unkissed extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
As she was in cum mode her juices were flowing so heavy that my Uncut Hindu Cock was bathing in it all.
My Uncut Hindu Cock still had very little contact with her perfect Musalmān clit and I knew that I was going to make her my own forever once I finished.
She would also tell everyone:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Her legs started to relax as she came down and in her mind.
She had had the best orgasm ever, but I was not done.
I grabbed her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and forced them apart.
I moved up about half an inch and clamped down on her perfect Musalmān clit.
Her cum was coming again.
She screamed and went silent with no movement at all.
She had passed out.
That was now my Specialty.
They claimed only Durgesh can take anyone’s virginity without harming her even infinitesimal.
They believed it so much that the entire medical experts were suggesting now everyone to hire me medically to do it perfectly.
Every educated rich family that could afford my fee was arranging it without any fail.
“If you really love your daughter, call Durgesh to take her virginity perfectly medically and let her remain in Durgesh’s constant medical observation for at least one year so that she can be habitual of perfect sex.”
It gave birth to the Inaugural Honeymoon with every Just eighteen Just Adult I took whose virginity.
When she started moving I looked at her, tears were running down her cheeks.
She looked at me and asked,
“What happened, Durgesh? Did I miss anything? Did we fuck?”
My answer was,
“Not yet exactly, my Princess. I wanted you to be awake and conscious when that happens, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” I added, “Please do not ever slip any drug into my food or drink again, even if you think it might help.”
Then I laughed and gave her a tender hug.
She reached down, felt the tip and said,
“Ammī showed me some things and I have practiced on some of the toys she left me and I want to try them on you if you want?”
I was not sure as to what “things” Ammī had trained her to with toys but I replied,
“As long as I can stop you if I don’t like what it is.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, smiled and said,
“Oh Durgesh, Ammī told me to never do anything to hurt you. She said you would stop me and might even get mad. I never want you to be mad at me.”
I relented and said,
“Go ahead and show me what you have learned darling girl.”
She got onto her knees and throwing her legs over my chest, started kissing me, as she moved down my body, sliding her petite frame down as her kisses covered my body.
Her skills made me think she had done this before.
If I knew her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, then she had many toys to play with.
And she stopped.
I looked at her.
She had a strange expression on her face.
I asked if everything was all right.
She asked me,
“Sweetheart,” I smiled, “it is seven inches long and about 5 inches around, why?”
She quickly answered and said, “It looks much bigger in real life than what Ammī showed me on the tape.”
I laughed and said,
“Darling, don’t let it scare you, if Ammī taught you then you will do very well.”
With that all said and done, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped her little fingers around as much as she could and I reminded her that her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s hands were larger than her own and if she did as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said she could do anything with my Uncut Hindu Cock, as her Ammī could successfully.
It was a little dry so she took her hand down and pushed two of her fingers into her wet little extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, pulled out some of her juices into her palm and then reached up and rubbed it on to my Uncut Hindu Lund to make it smooth and slippery.
I was amazed, that is what her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had always started not for the lubrication so much but because she loved to eat her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even if it was just her own.
To my surprise and pleasure, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped both hands around my Uncut Hindu Cock and inserted the mushroom head into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I closed my eyes and remembered how her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had done the very same.
Oh damn it; this had never happened with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
But out of nowhere Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, had dropped her lips all the way down to my pubic hair and without any time needed for adjustment.
I almost came right then.
I cannot remember anything as wonderful as the sight, sound, and feeling of my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock and knowing that the best was yet to come.
It continued for at least complete one hour.
And when she thought I was about to cum she would push on my taint to cause me to delay, but she never stopped with her work.
She was just like her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, only younger and more willing to take her time, never having tasted cum how she could know if she liked it.
She was about to find out.
I lost all control after about more 15 minutes and I could feel the cum building.
I reached down grabbed her hair and she knew at that point that I was not going to be able to stop until I came in her mouth.
If her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had told her the signs.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, never stopped sucking and swallowing but she just could not handle the quantity of cum, as some came out of mouth and nose but she was giving it all she had.
Naturally, she couldn’t live with her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.
He wasn’t sexually as skilled as I was.
He couldn’t give her this pleasure as well as the other ones too.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān cuckolded him consequently angrily to both of us.
After I had shot my last bit of jizz down her throat, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, cleaned off all the remaining cum from my dickhead and pubic hair just as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, used to do.
Damned Viagra anyhow.
Nevertheless, I never wanted to rest.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard using her tongue to battle mine, while constantly rubbing her nimble young Musalmān body against me.
She had a plan.
And she was not going to stop.
When her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips had found my uncut Hindu shaft, her rubbing became a downward push and grind along the length just enough to keep it from entering her but as if to jack me off.
I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.
I lifted her away from my body and somehow spun her around 180 degrees, bringing her wet tight extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again.
She once again started to stroke my cock while kissing and licking just the head, the tenderest part of my cock.
At that Moment in time, she stopped sat up, turned looking into my eyes and begged me.
“Durgesh, I can’t take it any longer!! Please fuck me! I want your Uncut Hindu Cock to fill me up and I want to feel your Hindu cum wash my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides. So you know that it is safe I have been on the pill for 2 full years, so don’t stop till you are done and abuse me anyway you choose just like you used to do with Ammī! Slap me bite me kiss me but really fuck me. I am an adult now, yār. I too need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, does. Understand? ”*
She crawled around until her hot dripping extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was above my iron Hindu rod and with one hand; she guided my Uncut Hindu rod toward her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flower, inserted the head and froze.
Her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started trembling.
“Please Durgesh, méré aur mérī Ammī, tumhārī Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, don’t move even a bit. Let your Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Cunt without any action. Let it only fill my void and let me enjoy the unique possession I have been just bestowed with. Let me feel my new unique Hindu property and savor it.”
“I never want to.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam interrupted me, “my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, never consented to lose it once she got it inside her. It’s our greatest achievement, Durgesh, hum donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you can’t understand ever. You aren’t a woman. Moreover, you aren’t a Musalmān woman.”
“Okay. Okay. Enjoy it. It’s your property now.”
“My Hindu property.”
“Yes, my dear, yes.”
“Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,” I caressed her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “my darling, my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, what the hell are you afraid of?”
“That’s already understood, mérī Jān.”
“Sure, don’t worry.”
“I promise you. Don’t worry. Never be afraid of any cheating, any betrayal. You are also my wife now forever if you never want to leave me.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed ironically.
“Musalmān husband? Nonsense. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam never allowed its followers to divorce their ardent Musalmān wife thrice at a time. It’s Kufr. It’s Kufrān-e-nåmat. Anugrah Vr’tratv in your Vedic Sanskr’t I think.”
Then she smiled and herself started to thrust.
It was immensely tight naturally.
She pushed me on my back.
I don’t know how long she fucked me.
Neither have I cared.
The main point was Al Tawaħīd Al Islam fucked me herself shamelessly as if until infinity.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam kept fucking me nonstop for entire one year.
She was too ravenous to let me fuck her.
SHE dropped completely engulfing my entire Hindu shaft to the nut sack.
Between my cum from her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the tears from her eyes, I knew that I could use and abuse this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck angel and she would not ever say stop.
It was all I could do to keep from smiling, because I knew that, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had prepared their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān daughter to please her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā and that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would always be there for her loving utmost experienced Hindu husband Durgesh along with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān too.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.
Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,
“NO I do not want to go”.
Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.
I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.
“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.
“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”
“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”
I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”
I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”
“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”
Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.
“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”
I was stunned.
“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I was dumbfounded.
“And…and you never told me?”
“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”
“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.
“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.
“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”
“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”
“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.
“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”
There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.
“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.
“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”
“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”
“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”
“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”
“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe it.
Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.
He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.
She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.
Yet he threatened her to divorce?
And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?
“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”
However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.
I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.
She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.
Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.
I did not question her choices on the subject.
She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.
When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.
About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,
Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.
She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.
If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.
Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.
For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.
She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.
On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.
Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.
Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.
We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.
One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.
I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.
She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.
She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.
One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.
Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.
Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.
Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.
She brought a bottle wine.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”
I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”
I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.
She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.
She loved her Ammī more.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.
“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”
She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.
The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.
This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.
While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.
Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.
My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.
I controlled myself immediately.
Stop being unduly sentimental.
I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,
“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”
“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.
We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.
Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.
My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.
It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.
I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.
There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!
What was I doing!
Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.
Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?
She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.
Was I a pervert?
I never thought of having sex with her.
Would she ever want to dance with me again?
She loved every moment of it.
The music stopped.
I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.
As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.
She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.
The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.
I nodded my head and smiled gravely.
I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.
I was still erect.
For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?
Anyone could satisfy its need.
Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.
I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.
“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”
My reply was shock at first.
Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?
In my food?
What the hell she is after, after all?
She kept talking.
I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.
That is when she said,
“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”
“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”
“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”
My Princess kept talking,
“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”
I was shocked.
Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.
It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.
I was immensely grave!
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.
She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!
It was not a father daughter kiss.
It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!
My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.
It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.
I was Sixty-Seven now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.
She was practically now my present Chief Wife.
There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.
It wasn’t anything new now for me.
Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.
It was absolutely normal for me.
I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.
They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.
It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.
Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.
It was not a marital honeymoon however.
It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.
Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*
I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.
The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.
They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.
The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.
Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.
“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.
“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”
“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”
“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”
“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.
Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?
Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?
The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.
The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.
The business is more important now than family virtues.
The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.
The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.
They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.
Is it the twenty first century?
Sex is so insignificant now?
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