Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr needed a man.
But not just any man.
She had her heart set on me, the Hindu Nandoī of Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, her best friend and next-door neighbor.
That was how Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr knew me better personally.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was creating problems after problems in her way.
The thirty years old young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bitch was not only against the new mature and senior Musalmān Beauties joining Durgesh’s Sex Empire, she was even replacing them who were already there successfully, under this or that pretext.
“I can’t believe it, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had managed to talk with the young bitch personally.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr innocently.
“I’m sorry; I couldn’t follow you, Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.”
“So?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked her, still smiling, challengingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled urbanely,
“They are not victims anymore, my dear Dr. Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr. Durgesh has already given them more than they deserved ever.”
“Who’ll decide what they deserve and what they don’t?”
“I see. You yourself want to decide it?”
“No, but I most certainly don’t want to let you decide yourself.”
“Are you challenging me?”
“I’m telling you, bitch.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed,
“If I’m a bitch, what are you yourself?”
“What do you mean?”
“You yourself are a bitch Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr, and the worse than I am, if I am.”
“I see. How?”
“You are already married, aren’t you?”
“None of your dirty business, bitch.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr admonished Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan scornfully.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan still smiled cunningly,
I was sixty-two already.
My Salhaj Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr still thought of me as a young man of thirty-two.
In fact, I was still stupendously young emotionally, physically and sexually for my age.
That was, why none believed me when I told them the truth that I was sixty-two.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was unhappily married to a rich man named Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
She’d married Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar near the end of her time in college, when the two of them had been very much in love, but she was now 39 and the love was gone.
I was twenty-three years elder to her.
She hadn’t divorced Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar because she didn’t want her two children to live in a broken home.
Even Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar wasn’t a bad man.
Yet, he was just one of those most of the people who cared more about money than anything else.
As most of the persons having faith in the ever-destructive Western Culture, Business Culture actually, destroying everything except Business, he also believed that only money was the everything in life.
He criticized me openly that I was a liar when I say, Humanity was important for me.
He claimed no zillionaire could be as dedicated to humanity as I claimed to be.
He spent more and more time at work and less and less time with his wife, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr, until finally they stopped having sex altogether.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr didn’t think her husband was cheating.
Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar just never had much of a sex drive to begin with.
Over the years, the two of them had developed different interests and slowly drifted apart.
When it came to sex, they were a bad match because Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was a sexual dynamo.
On the outside, her shimmering green eyes radiated a serenity, grace, and sophistication that perfectly reflected her inner personality.
But this persona masked a wild and mischievous side.
For years, she had made up for her husband’s lack of attention by finding other lovers.
Given Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s appearance – a perfectly sculpted knockout from head to toe – she had no trouble in finding even Hindu male partners to fool around with.
She kept her five foot eleven inch frame in great shape by working out every day, but what really grabbed the attention of her Hindu male admirers were her large E-cup sized Pakistani Musalmān breasts and the arrestingly deep Pakistani Musalmān cleavage between them.
She frequently displayed them.
Between her chest, sultry face, and long, curly, dark brown hair with some red in it, so many people compared her to Nādiyah Khan, the famous TV star of Pakistan that she had a strong desire to strangle that famous young woman.
But as her family grew richer and richer, she grew increasingly bored with her other lovers.
About the only people she met lately, were other upper class snobs from her part of town.
But it was all so formulaic that she no longer found any pleasure in it, aside from the pure physical joy of having sex.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr craved something more emotional, more forbidden, and unpredictable.
Of all the males she knew, the only one who didn’t strike her as greedy, insensitive, and/or self-centered was I.
For her convenience, I lived with my Salhaj Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr too and with my Salhaj Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s younger sister Nādirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr in the big house next door to Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s.
The two mature Musalmān Beauties were extremely close best friends, and in fact were essentially each other’s only friend.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s marriage to Jibrān Tātār Åbdālī, her husband, was also an unhappy one.
He was nice enough, but his job took him overseas for all but a few weeks out of the year.
Like Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s husband Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, Jibrān Tātār Åbdālī was rich because he worked hard, and focused on money.
Jibrān Tātār Åbdālī was gone so much that their two children felt like they didn’t have a father.
Superficially, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was very similar to her best friend Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr also had a big breasted, beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body.
They had the same height, weight, bra size, and even wore all the same size clothes.
But their personalities were quite different, and these differences reflected on their faces.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had a pure and innocent look to her that no doubt reflected her strict upbringing.
She knew no sex other than the missionary position with her husband, who she had married straight out of high school.
She’d never masturbated in her life, as she was taught it was a horrible sin in Islam.
She was an ardent Pakistani Musalmān Beauty.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was most patriotic and most loyal to Islam too.
Even though her thirty-seven years made her only two years younger than Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr, she looked much younger, almost twenty eight, surprisingly.
Entire nine years younger.
“Okay,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan dismissed their age difference between them, “only seven years elder to me? It’ll do. Let’s remain good friends as we are.”
“Thank you, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr found her eyes suddenly filled with tears, “They say you don’t friend with over thirty two. I needed your friendship very much.”
“Nonsense. Don’t believe everything they tell about me. Most of them are jealous of me for my extraordinary success in almost all fields of life.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan hugged Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, smiling.
It irked Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr that when they would go out together Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr would sometimes get carded for alcohol but she never would.
Even their different hairdos reflected their opposite personalities.
Both had long dark hair, but Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had hers stylishly curled, with a long teased strand that hung down over her extremely pale skin, but Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s cut was straight and simple.
While Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s hair flowed freely in every direction, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr kept hers restrained with hair bands.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr wanted to protect herself from them.
Yet, it was so common now even in Pakistan that she had to take care of herself especially.
Self Protection was the best Protection, she thought.
She hid her dark brown eyes behind a pair of bookish glasses, and wore conservative clothing that she hoped would hide her hourglass figure.
It was unusual for her to even be seen in short sleeve shirts, despite the year-round heat where they lived in Southern California.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was, instead, flattered when Hindus openly admired her, whereas it offended Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s sense of morality and proper behavior.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was very proud of her children and raised them well despite the lack of a father’s presence.
I, in particular, was an outstanding sixty-two years old ever-young man in every way.
I already seemed to carry myself with a youth of someone thirty years younger.
I was the kind of person who would gladly help an old lady cross the street because that was the way I was raised.
Upbringing, Sanskār, education and environment played a great factor in human behavior.
I only had one major flaw – I fucked extremely stunning Musalmān Beauties to the extent even causing me sometimes a lack of energy.
I slept a lot at night, napped every afternoon, and when I wasn’t sleeping, I often felt tired and lethargic.
Even then, my results were as outstanding as that of some of the others who worked harder and longer on their homework.
I mostly made up for that, with my extraordinary high intelligence, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had blessed me with.
I had great self-confidence even.
Partly because of this, I always had extraordinary experiences with Musalmān Beauties.
Few people appreciated my attributes more than Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr did.
She knew every detail of my life as well as my own Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr did.
She didn’t like being around her own husband Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, who was actually home quite a lot in the evenings, so she went over to the Aurangzeb Åālamgīr house nearly every day and evening.
She had her own keys to Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr ‘s house, helped Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr with the chores, and did just about everything with the Aurangzeb Åālamgīr family except eat dinners and sleep there.
She saw me so often that I called her “Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr darling.”
It pleased Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr very much.
She hugged me even gratefully.
And when she found me hardened between her thighs, knocking on the very opening of her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was not angry.
“Thank you for appreciating my beauty to this extent, my dear.”
“I want to fuck you.” I whispered in her ear.
“Nonsense.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr laughed, “However, thanks for the offer.”
“Hey, are you refusing me?”
“I’m not that foolish. Let me think on it. Let me prepare myself for the consequences.”
“Okay. But never forget I’m available if you want me ever.”
“Thank you very much my darling.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr kissed me on my lips.
I played with her excellent gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezed it, teasing me.
In many ways, she was like my second Salhaj, and had been so.
Additionally, not needing to work, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr spent a large part of each day talking to each other, and of course, they constantly discussed their children.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s two children and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s two children, Raziyah Vaqār Taymūr and Zubaydah Vaqār Taymūr were born a little less than a year apart from each other and ended up in the same grade at school.
From their young age, each Salhaj heard all the gossip and news about the other’s children.
Both almost felt as if they were attending high school again along with their children in some ways.
And then there was Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s growing desire for me.
She had long loved me as much as she loved her own children.
However, she had never thought of me in a sexual way until about one year before.
One day she was sitting by the Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s backyard pool and she happened to glimpse the outline of my Hindu erection through my bathing suit.
She was amazed to discover that I had a very long and thick Uncut Hindu Lund that she guessed was about eight inches long.
After that, she started checking out my Hindu body more often and realized soon that I was never ceasing to remain an ever-active sexiest man.
Since that time, she’d patiently waited to seduce me.
She had given a lot of thought about what she’d do once it was time to start her seduction.
Although she could see me all the time, there really was no opportunity for her to be alone with me.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was so close to Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr that the two Musalmān Beauties kept virtually no secrets from each other.
She knew it would be next to impossible for her to keep an affair with me secret for long.
And if it did happen and she was exposed, she would risk losing her best friends: Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and her two children.***
However, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was a very intellectual woman.
Her years of extramarital affairs had taught her many practical lessons in duplicity, and she’d come to enjoy cooking up new intrigues.
Her target for her next affair was a doctor named Vikram Parākram.
The fact that, he was a physician, opened up so many possibilities in her ever-scheming head.
Furthermore, she understood the personalities of men very well.
She had pegged Dr. Vikram Parākram.
He was a nice, moral man, but when it came to sex, he clearly fell into the category of “thinking with the wrong head.”
After just a few not very necessary medical appointments, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr decided he was just the person she needed for her latest scheme.
She never knew, Nusrat Saåīdī was unable to satisfy Dr. Vikram Parākram completely.
So, she had herself requested Dr. Vikram Parākram to satisfy himself somewhere else too.
Dr. Vikram Parākram was also smart enough not to tell her the cold and hard truth.
He himself decided to play dumb and watch the horny Musalmān Beauty what she was up against.
To Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s experienced eyes, it was also clear that he was regularly sleeping with his pretty co lady doctor, Farħat Jalālī too.
Furthermore, she probed for gossip about him.
She was even more than confident enough Dr. Vikram Parākram was also no exception.
He was a Hindu after all.
She also discovered he’d had affairs beyond counting.
Obviously, he took full advantage of his status as a good-looking Hindu doctor to elevate ‘cheating’ on his wife to an art form.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr strongly suspected the reason he became a doctor, in the first place, was for the opportunities with Musalmān Beauties it provided.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had known just how to handle him.
When she turned on her “come hither and fuck me” look, she always got her man.
She’d only met Dr. Vikram Parākram a few times, all in the past month, but he was already completely wrapped around her finger.
Dr. Vikram Parākram was bursting with anticipation to have sex with her, and now she merely had to figure out how she could best use him.
She thought to herself,
All I need to do is get Dr. Vikram Parākram to diagnose Durgesh with a sexual ailment that he could help in “curing.”
I’ve got the good doctor so hopelessly desperate for sex that he’d perhaps even practically rob a bank if I promised him sex in return.
Certainly, I can get him to make up one harmless, little made-up diagnosis.
I’ll get Dr. Vikram Parākram to say that Durgesh has to have orgasms constantly, every day.
So Durgesh will need “help” before too long, and I’ll volunteer!
The key to making her scheme work was some kind of plausible diagnosis that would convince Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and me that I needed a regular prescription of fucking a new Musalmān Beauty I wasn’t fucking already.
To sound it more convincing let the new Musalmān Beauties be seven in number every day.
It would totally bring her out of suspicion.
She allowed Dr. Vikram Parākram to take her out on a couple of dates, and after teasing and kissing him until he was literally panting for more, she brazenly dropped the idea on him:
Sex in return for one “little favor.”
Despite an initial show of protest Dr. Vikram Parākram fell for it completely, as she knew he would.
Of course, she couldn’t play him like a puppet as she originally anticipated.
But he agreed to do the favor nevertheless.
That was all Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr wanted.
Once he was on board with the concept, he actually worked with her to refine her ideas and give them more medical plausibility to reduce the chances of getting found out.
Now, everything was ready.
In reality, it was a low risk situation for the doctor and for her, a point that helped in convincing him.
If for some reason my Salhaj or I didn’t buy the set up, she held so much sway with the Aurangzeb Åālamgīr family that she was certain she could smooth everything over.
Admittedly, there was a chance it wouldn’t work out.
But if it didn’t succeed, she’d find some other scheme until she had what she wanted.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr really did always get her man.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr escorted me into Dr. Vikram Parākram’s office.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had recommended the doctor, saying he was a specialist who might be able to help cure my frequent tiredness problem.
A few days earlier, I had been to the same office to take a battery of tests.
Dr. Vikram Parākram talked to me then about hormones and thyroid levels.
He said that a hormonal imbalance was often the cause of tiredness, but that such imbalances could now be detected and rectified with the right medication.
He was optimistic that he could help me and restore my energy to equal that of anyone else of young age.
The tests were done, and now the doctor wanted to discuss the results with me and my Salhaj.
Dr. Vikram Parākram’s co lady doctor, Farħat Jalālī, escorted us to a room and told us to wait for the doctor.
I thought Dr. Farħat Jalālī was quite a beauty.
I correctly guessed she was half Saůūdī Årab and half Pakistani, because she had physical traits of both.
Her facial features made her look both intelligent and intense.
Well, she was both.
I guessed the raven-haired Musalmān beauty was in her early thirties.
In fact, she looked more like the Chief Doctor than even Dr. Vikram Parākram did.
The lab coat she wore made her look more like the Chief Doctor herself than a co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī.
To keep my mind away from my medical appointment, my eyes followed Dr. Farħat Jalālī’s Pakistani Musalmān breasts around the room as she prepared things for Dr. Vikram Parākram, even though I couldn’t see much of them through her coat.
Her Pakistani Musalmān breasts aren’t enormous like Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s or Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s, but they’re generous for a Saůūdī Årab woman.
But my furtive gazing was interrupted by the entrance of Dr. Vikram Parākram.
“Thank you Dr. Farħat Jalālī, that will be all,” the doctor brusquely said to Dr. Farħat Jalālī as I swept into the room.
The co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī smiled at Dr. Vikram Parākram, got up and left.
The doctor gave my diagnosis to my Salhaj and me.
“Durgesh , I have mostly good news, but also some potentially bad news. You do in fact have very irregular hormone levels, but I believe they can be adjusted through treatment. As we can see here:”
He took some charts of test results and began showing them to Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and me,
“Most hormonal levels are normal, but some of them go extremely low, sometimes. Look at these results here.”
He pointed to two graphs in particular, unknown even to his co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī.
Actually, the doctor had come to the office at night before and altered my test results on the computer before printing out the charts.
The doctor went on to give a complicated explanation about my supposed hormone problem.
In short, he pointed to the charts and other data to suggest I was lacking in sex hormones such as testosterone.
He claimed that this in turn was affecting my thyroid levels, and thus was making me tired; otherwise, I was fully capable to fuck as much Musalmān Beauties as I wanted to ever.
Both my Salhaj and I found the explanation logical and reasonable.
There was no reason to suspect any conspiracy whatsoever.
Dr. Vikram Parākram began asking me a series of questions, which I had no problem answering, until the doctor asked,
“What about your sexual activity? Do you mind if I ask if how frequently you engage in sexual intercourse?”
“Doctor, perhaps I can fuck Musalmān Beauties nonstop forever, and I try to serve them socially if they need my sexual services to them.”
“That’s very commendable, sir, that’s very commendable, of course. You are an asset to the entire humanity.”
“Thank you, Doctor.”
“It’s my pleasure to serve you, sir. I’ve talked with your personal physician Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ also to know about your past sex history.”
“Yes, Doctor. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ told me that. She said you are the greatest specialist available in such cases as I’m suffering from nowadays.”
“Thank you, sir. I’d personally thank Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ that she was so kind to me.”
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was so proper and moralistic, I couldn’t imagine talking about this kind of thing in her presence, but now she was sitting right next to me.
“Let me tell something about that, Dr. Vikram Parākram.” responded my Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, in a take-charge voice. “Durgesh is always a little bit worried of his regular Musalmān beloveds when it comes to having sex with new Musalmān Beauties.”
Dr. Vikram Parākram looked up appreciatively towards her.
“Thank you, Ma’am. Sir Durgesh is really a great man.”
“I hope you’re not insinuating that he could be somehow inadequate sometimes, because he’s a very normal, healthy man still now. Durgesh has very normal sexual desires I’m sure. It’s just when Durgesh doesn’t find the right Musalmān girl, I think.”
“I’m glad to hear that,” replied the doctor, “because this is very relevant to his condition. And please don’t be offended, but we need to be frank and honest here. Can either of you tell me how frequently Sir Durgesh fucks a new Musalmān Beauty?”
Now it was Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s turn to start blushing, as she found even the mention of ‘fucking’ far beyond the pale.
So she had to ask me,
“Durgesh, can you please answer that question for the doctor? If you do that, just nod your head, please.”
I smiled and nodded my head without raising it.
“If you do it more than once a week, on average, nod your head again, okay, Durgesh darling?”
‘Durgesh darling’ was Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s pet name for me, dating back to when I first teased her, hugging her in front of the entire family and refusing to leave her till she wouldn’t call me ‘Durgesh darling’.
I nodded my head again.
More shy at my nodding.
“More than once a day?”
I nodded again.
“Twice a day?”
My Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was starting to grow incredulous.
She never imagined that I fucked new Musalmān Beauties at all.
In fact, I did it twice or more a day almost every day.
After all, I was a Sex Therapist and a Social Worker in sex for needy Musalmān Beauties.
But detecting my Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s tone, I shook my head in negative in response to that.
I didn’t want her to think even she was in danger.
“So doctor,” Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr concluded, “I think we can say between one and two new Musalmān Beauties a day.”
“Thank you, Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr,” the doctor responded. “That’s actually about average for someone his age. Sixty -two years old is the sexual peak for Hindus, whereas it is about thirty-seven or so for females. Some Hindus fuck more new Musalmān Beauties a day than one can practically imagine. Despite what many people think, virtually 99% of Hindus are frequently fucking new Musalmān Beauties at his age. His level of activity shows Sir Durgesh has an extraordinary healthy sexual drive, which is good news, all things considered.”
“Because of that, let me change the discussion to what can be done about his condition. Such low levels of sexual hormones are extremely unusual. I’ve never seen a case like this. But I did some research after I got the test results, and I’ve determined there are several possible cures for his peculiar condition. One, the usual treatment, would be to give him pills that would boost his sex hormone levels. But I warn that this could have a whole range of unpleasant side effects. For instance, there are decent odds that his Uncut Hindu Penis would grow large permanently.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.” I hissed, “Some of my countless Musalmān Beauties don’t have such deepest Musalmān Cunts. The present situation is that my Uncut Hindu Penis itself adjusts its length and thickness optimum to the Musalmān Cunt it’s into. I can’t afford to lose its such a marvelous and most competent attribute. No such pills, please.”
“Certainly, sir, certainly. I do understand that can be very inconvenient and hard to hide even.”
Doctor Vikram Parākram let that awful possibility hang in the air before continuing.
“But there is another possible solution, one that would cause your Hindu male body to naturally produce more of these hormones.”
He paused, and nervously coughed.
Up to this point, everything he said had a grain of truth in it – even my test results were only exaggerated and not completely fabricated.
I did really have sometimes very low thyroid levels, which no doubt explained my sometimes energy problem.
But now the doctor was moving into grounds that could cost him his license if his lies were exposed.
On the other hand, he figured these lies Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had thought up were at least clever and had a certain logical consistency to them.
Dr. Vikram Parākram mentally crossed his fingers, hoping we two would buy it, and pressed on.
“If Sir Durgesh can ramp up his sexual activity in new environment for his Uncut Hindu Penis, it will cause his body to begin producing more sexual hormones. This works in the same way that repeated stimulation of a woman’s nipples eventually causes her to lactate, even if she does not have a baby at the time. The body tries to adjust in response to new needs. This process is very dependable.”
The doctor checked the chart, as if confirming my diagnosis.
“For me, I would recommend that Sir Durgesh stimulate his Uncut Hindu Penis an average of at least seven new Musalmān Cunts a day, the mature one preferred, of course. More, if he can. But seven is already a great amount, because one missed day would mean fourteen the next to make up for it, if you can imagine that.”
‘The mature one preferred’ was the utmost necessary condition Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr wanted and Dr. Vikram Parākram had included it quite cleverly.
Dr. Vikram Parākram continued,
“Prolonged stimulation followed by orgasm will cause his Hindu male body to begin producing more sexual hormones within a matter of weeks. This in turn is almost certainly guaranteed to raise his energy level and will have none of the side effects of using pills, since it is a completely natural process.”
Both My Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and I were too shocked at this turn of events to respond.
I was actually dumbfounded.
Seven new Musalmān Beauties a day?!
That’s a lot!
Every single day?!
How could it be managed?
But the danger otherwise was more sinister.
I could never afford permanent elongation and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis.
The doctor continued,
“I know that both of these solutions are not ideal. That’s why I originally said that I had both good news and bad news. As your doctor, I would recommend the second solution, if Sir Durgesh can manage it. The Uncut Hindu Penis growth I mentioned for the first solution is just one of many possible negative side effects, all of which are of a disturbing sexual nature. I’d rather not describe them in detail unless necessary. If Sir Durgesh can find for himself seven new mature Musalmān girlfriends a day the one who would be able to help, this second solution could actually be completely pleasurable for him , and virtually unnoticeable as a medical treatment. This is just a change of lifestyle.”
He went on,
“On the other hand, if that’s not the case, we still have the first solution. Either way, I’m confident we can overcome his, your problem. But of course the decision is up to you, Sir, and your friends and your well wishers.”
I and my Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, looked at each other.
I was quiet, and then said gravely,
“I want the second solution. I don’t want to have a permanent big Uncut Hindu Penis or some inconvenient stuff like that. I don’t think there’s anything morally wrong with sexual stimulation, either. I know it’s unusual, but I want to be a normal man, and not be tired frequently!”
My Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, looked at me questioningly.
Even though she now lived in freewheeling Southern California, she had grown up in a small Midwestern town and Pakistan that had never heard pretty much of the sexual revolution.
She’d had a very religious Islamic upbringing, as the most Musalmān Beauties had.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had been taught that extra marital sex was evil, made you go blind, and all that.
But she didn’t want her Hindu Nandoī to have my hormones out of whack or grow my Uncut Hindu Penis permanently bigger and thicker, more than usual, either.
She smiled in sympathy.
“Okay Durgesh darling, if that’s what you want, then that’s what I want.” She reached out and grabbed my hand.
We squeezed hands in support of each other.
Dr. Vikram Parākram smiled a broad smile.
That’s a relief!
It looks like they both bought my bullshit story hook, line, and sinker.
That means that incredible knockout Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr is gonna be very happy with me.
I’m gonna get my reward and fuck her brains out just as soon as these two clueless rubes are out the door, if I can help it .
But naturally he kept those thoughts to himself and said,
“Excellent! I do believe you’ve made the right choice. However, before you agree, let me warn you about a few other things. For one, you’ll be making a long-term commitment.”
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr wanted it so.
Dr. Vikram Parākram went on,
“If Sir Durgesh’s level of sexual stimulation returns to current levels, it’s likely that his hormone levels will also change back as well. This one area isn’t fully understood since very few people have undertaken this treatment. It can be that after some time the change will become permanent, but then again it may not. That may be something we can explore in the future by lowering the level of stimulation and see if there’s a change. But on the other hand, it may mean this will have to be something he’ll need to do for years, if not decades. We just can’t tell for sure at this point.”
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr looked at me gravely.
I met her extremely beautiful eyes gravely too.
Dr. Vikram Parākram continued,
“Secondly, there isn’t much research on this condition or treatment, but from the little there is, it appears that half measures are not usually effective. In other words, averaging only four stimulations a day is unlikely to lead to any effect at all. We’ll try seven to begin with, and see if that’s enough or too much. We can have further appointments to test your progress. But you must average seven with little variation. If you are short on one day, try your best to make up for it on the next.”
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and I nodded uncertainly.
“Third, and finally, contrary to popular belief, fucking new Musalmān Beauties is not bad for you. You don’t go blind.”
My Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and I smiled grave smiles at that.
“In fact, recent studies have shown that frequent fucking new Musalmān Beauties will lower the risk of prostate cancer in later life, an effect that does not occur with a similar level of sexual intercourse. But given the high level of stimulation Sir Durgesh will now need, if he fucks seven new Musalmān Beauties a day, every single day of the year, it could lead to problems with his Uncut Hindu Lund: chafing of the skin, unnatural bends, irregular polyps, and so forth. I highly recommend first, that he should use known new Musalmān Beauties, not entirely inconsiderate of him, and second, that at least half of the stimulation be done by someone else, entirely unknown to him. Let their response be natural so that we can decide the future course. ”
Dr. Vikram Parākram continued,
“In other words, for at least three of his seven new Musalmān Beauties a day, he should get stimulated by known Musalmān females manually or, even better, orally. That would be ideal. The mouth creates the proper level of friction without so much rough abuse of the skin. And of course sexual penetration is also ideal and has no ill effects on the Uncut Hindu Lund no matter how frequently practiced.”
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God,” responded Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, “That’s horrible!”
Her shock was a combination of the talk of Uncut Hindu Lund damage, my lack of new mature Musalmān girlfriends to assist, and just the idea of fucking seven new Musalmān Beauties generally.
One part of her realized the stories of fucking seven new Musalmān Beauties causing blindness were myths, but she had still internalized the idea that fucking seven new Musalmān Beauties was wrong and somehow dangerous.
This talk of dangerous polyps only gave medical backing to her fears.
She also was well aware that her Hindu Nandoī didn’t have seven new mature Musalmān girlfriends a day now.
He had more, but almost all of them were around twenty-eight.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vowed to see that.
Moreover, it was unlikely to get them soon.
“I’m sure you can come up with some kind of solution,” said the doctor confidently.
He thought of Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.
After all, she’d explained to him this was her purpose for the whole story.
His lies were meant to give a thin veneer of respectability that would allow her to seduce her friend’s Hindu Nandoī in the guise of giving him medically needed relief.
“See if there’s anyone you know willing to help. Perhaps hire someone, if all else fails. Or if you can’t find any solution, you can always give up and have Sir Durgesh take the pills instead.”
He went on,
“But, and I can’t stress this enough, I highly recommend that whatever you do, please be extremely careful about who you tell. I would hesitate even telling other medical professionals. Sir Durgesh’s case is so unusual, it almost sounds like an urban legend. As a professional myself, I know that many can’t resist telling others about extremely unusual cases. A doctor has a patient with something highly unusual like a hundred pound goiter, he tells just a couple of people in strict confidence, we do the same, and so it spreads. Sometimes such stories even make the newspaper. And if this were to become well known, I don’t need to point out how merciless your friends would be about my treatment. So if you hire a professional, make 100% sure that person will not tell another soul.”
I couldn’t figure out if all of this was a really great thing or really bad thing.
I have a feeling that fucking new Musalmān Beauties that much and being forced to do it will take all the pleasure out of it and even turn it into a chore.
In fact, the pressure of this medical need is gonna make it that much harder.
How absurd would it be to ask seven new Musalmān girls a day,
“Could you please pleasure me, seven new Musalmān Beauties, a day? I need it for my medical treatment.”
That would be completely insane!
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s worries increased.
No way am I going to trust a stranger with that secret and turn Durgesh into a real-life “urban legend” laughingstock.
I’m not going to tell a soul – not anyone!
Which means Durgesh will have no choice but to fuck twenty eights, and get all those deformities.
Suddenly, a new and even more disturbing thought occurred to her, as she recalled my revelation that I fucked new Musalmān Beauties every day.
“Doctor, how do we know that his um, private part is not already malformed from his, uh, attentions to twenty eights Musalmān Beauties?”
The straight-laced Salhaj couldn’t even get herself to say the words “Uncut Hindu Lund” and “fucking new Musalmān Beauties.”
“We don’t,” replied the doctor, more thinking aloud than anything else, “he needs normal Musalmān Cunts very much. The too much tight twenty-eight years old Musalmān Cunts must be compensated. His Uncut Hindu Lund is so thick that visiting ever tight twenty eight Musalmān Cunts only is resisting its natural environment around it. Its natural thickness is always being squeezed beyond endurance, I mean.”
What does that mean, to keep this charade believable? He thought to himself.
He reluctantly told them,
“I suppose we’ll have to examine Sir Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund now, to use as a later basis for comparison. Sir, please change into a hospital gown, if you don’t mind. Then get up on this examination table and put your feet in the stirrups.”
I was still dressed in my street clothes, since the original idea of the appointment was only to discuss test results.
But I changed my clothes, then got onto the adjustable examination table and put my feet in the stirrup attachments.
The doctor put on a pair of gloves and thought more about what I would do next.
He figured he had been boxed into examining My Uncut Hindu Lund, but as a straight male who didn’t do this kind of thing with his regular ear, eye, and nose patients, he had no desire to do so.
In fact, he was rather homophobic.
He tried to think of a way out of this.
Well, it was not so impossible to be managed however.
Dr. Vikram Parākram called his Co lady doctor, Farħat Jalālī and requested her to continue.
I sat in the stirrups, beet red with embarrassment, while Doctor Farħat Jalālī fiddled with her gloves.
The gown was open down my back, and so short in the legs that it left my genitals completely exposed as long as my feet were in the stirrups.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī crouched down in front of my Hindu crotch, and motioned my Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, to come close by as well.
“Come over here and sit next to me. You need to see the tell tale signs as well. In fact, why don’t you pull those two chairs over?”
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr grabbed two chairs, sat in one, and then gave the other for the doctor to sit in.
They both leaned in towards My Uncut Hindu Lund.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr pretended to be following the doctor’s orders, but in fact, she closed her eyes tight.
She just couldn’t bear to look at her own Hindu Nandoī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, even if it was flaccid.
She was fairly sure it was some kind of sin.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was flaccid.
That disappointed the doctor, who thought, damn, it’ll have to be erect to be closely examined.
Not to mention, it has to be measured to see if my low hormone levels had stunted its growth.
Wait a minute! Dr. Farħat Jalālī suddenly thought to herself.
All this stuff about low hormones is made up, but I’m starting to believe it myself! I’m getting so into the lie that I’ve even tricked myself, so I certainly must have tricked them.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī continued,
“Uh, Sir, Durgesh, we need your Uncut Hindu Lund erect so it can be properly examined and measured. Can you get it erect?”
“How?”I asked gravely, “Are you proposing me to masturbate myself?”
Doctor Farħat Jalālī turned to Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr and noticed her closed eyes.
“You don’t mind, Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr? Can you do something to help me in getting him erect?”
With the doctor’s eyes on her, she was forced to open her eyes and look at my crotch.
Doctor Farħat Jalālī motioned to my Salhaj, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, as if she should grab My Uncut Hindu Lund and make it grow somehow.
“I very much do mind!” she responded in indignation.
The mere thought of sitting on a chair and staring at her Hindu Nandoī’s Uncut Hindu Lund from inches away was something Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr never could have imagined, let alone having to touch it.
The Aurangzeb Åālamgīr household was extremely careful about nudity, and she hadn’t seen her Hindu Nandoī naked ever.
Neither had I seen her naked or even partially undressed in all the time.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr briefly glanced at my Uncut Hindu Lund, and even though it was flaccid, she felt her heart leap into her throat in shock and embarrassment.
She turned away to listen to the doctor.
“I understand,” said Doctor Farħat Jalālī, “but I assure you it’s medically necessary. Sir Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund needs to be checked regularly for abnormalities, and I don’t want to have a regular special appointment just for that. This is out of my area of expertise. As your new general practitioner, I don’t mind taking on this kind of case, but I’ve never had to do this before, and frankly, I would prefer if you would touch the Uncut Hindu Lund and check it. That way you can do it at home, just like periodic breast cancer checks.”
“No! I’m sorry doctor, but I just can’t possibly agree with that!” Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s hands were trembling at the very thought.
Her extremely beautiful face now looked absolutely aghast.
Doctor Farħat Jalālī could see the idea was a no-go.
“All right then, let’s see… yes, the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī. This is what she is for. If you don’t mind, can I, Dr. Farħat Jalālī, show you the procedure? I see no other choice.”
What a relief! thought Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr .
I’ll do a lot of things for my Hindu Nandoī’s health, but not that!
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr grabbed my hand and squeezed it in a sign of support.
“Be strong, Durgesh darling. Don’t worry; everything is going to be all right.”
I looked up into her eyes and smiled.
Her hand was trembling.
Yet she tried to smile,
“And never fear,” she continued, “I won’t let anyone find out about this. It all will work out fine.”
She squeezed my hand again, and stole another glance at my Uncut Hindu Lund. She couldn’t help but satiate her curiosity.
Damn! I think it’s bigger than her husband’s!
She quickly banished the unSalhajly thought from her head, and turned away.
As Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was doing this, the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī again opened the door and walked into the room.
She had gone to discuss it with Dr. Vikram Parākram.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr pulled her eyes away from her brief inspection of her Hindu Nandoī’s crotch, but not before Dr. Farħat Jalālī noticed where the Salhaj was staring.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī stared at Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr with a knowing look.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr’s heart nearly stopped, she was so terrified that the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī would say something.
But the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī just continued to smile, and kept her mouth shut.
I also looked at the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī standing in the doorway, and felt I was falling in love.
Or at least lust.
She seemed much more sophisticated and sexy than the girls at school.
I knew how absurd the idea of such attraction was, and assumed that Dr. Farħat Jalālī could never give me a second glance, but I couldn’t help my feelings.
Dr. Vikram Parākram came back in.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī put on a pair of gloves as the doctor explained the basics about my condition.
The co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī’s involvement was not part of Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s original plan.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had Dr. Vikram Parākram swear to complete secrecy, and no doubt, she would be upset to find out that he’d told someone else already.
The doctor knew that Dr. Farħat Jalālī could be trusted not to tell anyone else because, he thought, she’s kept my affair with her completely secret, for one. But what will she think or do with the information herself? Surely as a medical professional, she’ll have doubts about the whole made-up story. Is she going to give me a hard time about this later?
Finally, everything was ready.
I still sat in the stirrups with my flaccid Uncut Hindu Lund exposed for three adults to see.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī sat in the doctor’s chair, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was told to take the chair next to it, and Dr. Vikram Parākram stood behind.
“Durgesh , Sir,” said the doctor, “before the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī can proceed, you need to make your Uncut Hindu Lund erect. Can you do that right now?”
I thought, Who is he kidding?! How can I do that on command, with three people staring at me, including my own Salhaj ?
He just frowned and looked desperately around the room, as if he could find a hole to climb out of and escape.
“Can you think of something sexy?” said the doctor encouragingly.
But the idea was obviously a no-go, judging from My face.
So he suggested,
“Perhaps you’d like some privacy? Or we can come back when you’re ready?”
“No,” said I. “I just can’t touch myself… there… in, uh, outside my house. I’m too… Sorry, I just can’t!”
“That’s okay,” the doctor said consolingly. “Would you mind if the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī stimulates you?”
I was too glad to even respond to that.
The co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī herself raised a curious eyebrow.
Dr. Vikram Parākram had told her a little bit just before she came in, but she didn’t fully understand what was going on.
The doctor took the ensuing silence for a yes.
“I’m sorry Sir Durgesh and Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, but I see no other solution. Do you see one, Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was too stunned to speak.
“No? Well then, let’s try to hurry this up. Your appointment is already taking much longer than expected. Dr. Farħat Jalālī, if you would please…?”
Few normal doctors would ask such a thing of their co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī s, but Dr. Vikram Parākram didn’t see the situation like most, especially since he was fucking Dr. Farħat Jalālī on a daily basis.
He enjoyed having her suck his Uncut Hindu Lund almost more than fucking her.
He knew she certainly wouldn’t mind the sex act, and he hoped he’d dropped enough hints before they came in for her to understand this was no ordinary situation.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī did give Dr. Vikram Parākram a queer look, but she knew she couldn’t ask questions in front of others.
Without saying anything to anyone, she simply grabbed My Uncut Hindu Lund and began rubbing it.
At first, she started rubbing it gently, at the base.
Being a bit clueless about why she was doing this , she decided it would be safest to act like this was just another medical procedure.
But my Uncut Hindu Lund initially failed to revive.
My mind was too frazzled to fully comprehend what was happening.
Like a minute ago, I was just thinking that I was falling in love with Dr. Farħat Jalālī, and now she’s suddenly holding my Uncut Hindu Lund.
This isn’t happening!
Dr. Farħat Jalālī saw this as more than a bit demeaning, and wanted to get it over with quickly.
She realized her emotionless and clinical approach wasn’t going to work.
So she smiled reassuringly and she said to me in a very soothing voice,
“Just close your eyes and relax. Imagine sexy things. Imagine me naked, if you think that will help. Would you like me to get naked? I will, if you want me to. Do you want me to take off my shirt and my bra, and expose my Pakistani Musalmān breasts to your eyes? Would you like to?”
The doctor interrupted her.
“Thank you very much, co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī. It looks like you have been successful.”
He almost added, “As usual,” but luckily stopped himself in time.
Sure enough, My Uncut Hindu Lund was sticking out its full length in a matter of seconds, thanks mostly to Dr. Farħat Jalālī’s suggestive words.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī realized that the doctor purposely cut her off before she got too nasty with her talk.
She loved slutty talk during sex, but understood now wasn’t the best time, especially with the obviously prudish Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, sitting next to her.
She removed her hands from My Hindu erection.
From where Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was sitting, she could just see My Uncut Hindu Lund between my leg and the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī leaning forward.
She was beside herself with shock, but also strangely fascinated.
It IS bigger than my husband’s! she realized.
“Very good,” the doctor said in a passionless voice. “Now we should proceed with the abnormality check. Mrs. Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, as you can see, Dr. Farħat Jalālī will now start at the base.”
Dr. Farħat Jalālī took one hand and placed it at the base of the cock, while her other hand resumed rubbing my Uncut Hindu Lund at the sensitive spot near the tip.
The doctor narrated,
“She will use her thumb to press against every bit of the surface, and check for polyps or anything else, like an unusual protrusion. Her other hand, I suppose… is making sure that the erection is steadily maintained.”
Dr. Farħat Jalālī ‘s other hand was doing just that, repeatedly pressing on the most sensitive and arousing spot for males, on the underside of the Uncut Hindu Lund just below the Uncut Hindu Lund head.
Dr. Vikram Parākram thought disapprovingly to himself,
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had asked him to tell us a story about “checking for abnormalities” so that could serve as a foot in the door for her helping with My Uncut Hindu Lund in the future. But the doctor didn’t count on having Dr. Farħat Jalālī actually perform it in front of us.
This is insanity!
Am I going out of my mind, or is this a dream, or a nightmare, or what?!
I can’t believe my Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is sitting right here. I can’t even stand to look at what she’s doing. If I cum, it’d not be good. But how can I not cum this very second, the way Dr. Farħat Jalālī is fondling me?
I struggled with all my might to control myself, but I didn’t know how.
The best I could do was keep my eyes closed and try to think unsexy thoughts, but that was nearly impossible because I was simply too aroused.
Dr. Farħat Jalālī proceeded to press her thumb against every part of My Uncut Hindu Lund, as if she was making a pattern around the sides of a clay jar.
As she moved up towards the tip, she moved her other hand towards the base and began pumping her fist up and down it.
The Uncut Hindu Lund in her soft Musalmān hands was growing wet with pre-cum, which allowed her fingers to slide all over it more easily.
Might as well make the most of the opportunity, she thought.
This is a nice Uncut Hindu Lund.
She’d never touched an Uncut Hindu Lund in her several years of professional duties as Dr. Vikram Parākram’s co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī , except of course for Dr. Vikram Parākram’s.
She figured the chance might not come again soon.
Her experience with hand jobs was coming in handy, as she was able to keep me right on the verge of orgasm without actually pushing me over it.
A couple of times, she had to squeeze the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund to stop me from cumming, but I was so out of it that I didn’t even realize that’s what had held me back.
I was in exquisite ecstasy; as she took her sweet tongue to complete the “procedure.”
I kept my eyes shut tight to enjoy all the people staring at me , and the intense feelings she was making me experience soon pushed any embarrassment whatsoever out of my mind.
Before long, Dr. Farħat Jalālī had finished exploring every last bit of my Hindu erection, which meant that technically speaking, the procedure was over.
But since the doctor didn’t tell or motion her to stop, she kept stroking.
Only now, she didn’t even make a pretense of performing a medical procedure, and increasingly did it just for my pleasure, and her own.
She’d never been in such a situation before, but found it quite arousing.
She had to fight to try to keep her breathing at least somewhat normal, if only for appearances.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr meanwhile was extremely agitated.
She’d never had an such thought in her life.
But staring at her Hindu Nandoī ‘s Uncut Hindu Lund being jacked off only a few feet away was beginning to have the inevitable, natural effect on her libido.
She was even more aghast to see all the pre-cum dripping, and hear the sound of Dr. Farħat Jalālī’s hands sloshing and squishing through all that sexual fluid.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was in denial, mentally refusing to even contemplate the thought that she could be turned on by her Hindu Nandoī’s big Hindu erection.
She ignored the fact that her nipples were painfully hard and her panties were getting wet.
Instead, she told herself, I’m merely curious to make sure there’s nothing wrong with my Hindu Nandoī’s sexual organs.
That’s no sin, is it?
Isn’t it my responsibility as a Salhaj to make sure everything is okay… down there?
The fact that it’s so… big… and throbbing… Well, that really, never mind about that.
I just need to check on this procedure, which, if I didn’t know better, looks awfully sexual.
She kept staring at it, and then turning away.
But after a while, it became clear no one was paying attention to what she was looking at, least of all I who still had my eyes firmly shut, so she started gawking more openly.
She unconsciously squatted down behind Dr. Farħat Jalālī to have a better look.
She continued to move her head closer and closer, as if she was a perfectly attentive student of the procedure.
The squishy sound of Dr. Farħat Jalālī’s hands sliding up and down seemed as loud as the roar of a train engine to her.
The wet stain on her panties grew larger.
The doctor continued to ramble on about what to look for, unnatural bends and so forth, but in fact, Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr couldn’t focus on his words.
He could have been speaking Swahili, for all she knew.
Soon, her mouth was only about a foot from the tip of her Hindu Nandoī ‘s Uncut Hindu Lund .
She began to idly think, It’s so close. I could almost reach out and touch it. Just like what the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī is doing. … No, not like that! That’s too sexual. But just to touch it, just to see… Do Uncut Hindu Lunds really get this big? I thought my husband’s was typical, but this is maybe twice the size of Jibrān Tātār Åbdālī’s!
But right then, she noticed that all movement had stopped.
She came out of her mental fog enough to hear the doctor say to the co lady doctor, Dr. Farħat Jalālī,
“Thank you, Ms. Dr. Farħat Jalālī. Sorry for making you go through that.”
Dr. Farħat Jalālī pulled back and sat back in her seat.
It wasn’t every day she got to play with an utmost experienced Hindu‘s privates, let alone in front of an audience like this.
Tāhirah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr sat back so as well, in imitation.
She was still completely transfixed by my Hindu erection though, so she didn’t even notice how blatantly aroused Dr. Farħat Jalālī was.
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
The entirely unashamed bravery
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes.
“That’s Ok. I did not intend to go to sleep. I was going to come get you to put stuff on me but I figured I’d let you get your work done first, especially since I interrupted you yesterday.”
I smiled at her.
“Thanks. I was able to finish it up. Now I don’t have anything to do till October or whenever. How’s the sunburn.”
“Well, it’s not as bad and actually I could probably get by but if you would put the stuff on me again I’d be more comfortable.”
“I’d be happy to. By tonight, we will have to use the other stuff so you don’t feel so bad. But at least the painful part will be over. Come on either on the bed or on the floor. I can’t get all of you on the couch.” I told her.
“On the bed would be better if it’s Ok with you.” she answered as she got up and headed to my bedroom.
I followed her and as I walked through the door I paused, she was already laying on my king sized bed, on her back with her head propped on one hand, waiting for me.
“Ok on your belly.” I ordered as I picked up the jar of suave.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah promptly rolled over and prepared for me.
Once again, I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
But this time I went around her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, just barely doing the sides of each cheek, before I headed down her legs and did the outsides and backs of her legs.
It wasn’t until I had finished with those areas that I started on her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and insides of her thighs.
My change in routine was intentional.
I had made up my mind that I was going to give this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl the chance at what I thought she wanted.
I was going to make this a very sexually stimulating application.
So when I started to work it into her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass I made sure to spend a little extra time rubbing it into the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and down over her sensitive rosebud.
More importantly, I was not going to shy away from touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot today.
I was not going to attack her or even be overt I was just going to make her feel good and let her know that I might be interested.
I started my seduction by doing the sides and tops of her buttocks and down to the inside of her thighs.
By the time that was done, I had already brushed against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips 4 or 5 times and she was already wet.
Then as I began to run my fingers down the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, Nasīm Muåāwiyah moaned and when I reached, her extremely beautiful Musalmān asshole and my fingers gently slid over it she moaned again and raised her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into the air.
Then my fingers were on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and I let them slide a little further before drawing them back again.
“Ok rollover.” I told her in a quiet voice.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah turned immediately and stared into my eyes.
I could see the desire there as I went over her shoulders and around each breast, leaving the breast itself for later.
Then down across her belly and over each leg.
This time as I came back up the inside of her thighs I paused at the top and allowed my finger to rest on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips and linger there before drawing it up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and through her slit to the top.
Once I had this done, I stopped and asked her.
“How are your breasts? Do they hurt or do you want more on the inside of your thighs?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at me through half closed eyes and whimpered in a breathy voice.
“My thighs, more. Please!”
I returned my attention to the inside of her thighs.
I did not bother putting more suave on my hand because the kind of burn she was experiencing could not be helped with sunburn suave.
I rubbed the inside of her thighs and with each stroke allowed myself to touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot just a little, and with each touch she opened her legs a little farther until the teasing got to be too much and again she grabbed my hand and jammed it against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
But this time instead of lying back on the bed she sat up and grabbed my head with her free hand.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah pulled my lips to hers.
We locked into a long and passionate kiss.
But before it got beyond the point of no return, I broke it.
I leaned back and looked into her eyes.
“You know what you are offering me you can only give once. I will gladly accept the gift but only if you give it to me because you want to and not because you’re horny.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled back at me.
“I’ve been thinking about it since yesterday and it is because I want to. Since the first time you touched me, I’ve wanted to. No strings, no promises, just be gentle and help me enjoy it. After that, we will see if we both want to do it again or not, with no hard feelings.”
Then she leaned forward to give me a gentle and tender kiss before she let her tongue slide into my waiting Hindu mouth.
I accepted the kiss and as her tongue danced with mine, I began moving my hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and when she felt me moving she released my hand and moved hers over to slide underneath my shirt and push it up.
I leaned back and allowed her to remove it.
Then before I could lean into her, again she began to tug at the waistband of my shorts.
I smiled at her and leaned in for another kiss as I raised myself off the bed to allow her to remove my pants and free my Uncut Hindu member.
As I kissed her, I gently eased her back to the bed and laid her down.
She lay before me naked and willing as our tongues danced in our mouths.
I let my hand slide on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Finally, I stopped there and allowed one finger to slide into her and begin to work back and forth.
I moved my oral attentions downward to her Musalmān tits.
Kissing first one, then the other nipple between my thumb and pointing finger, allowing my tongue to flick over them and tease.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah pushed herself toward my hand.
I continued to kiss my way down her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body over her stomach and lingering on her belly button before reaching her pubic mound.
Once there, I kissed her smooth hairless mound and let my lips slide down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit and work its way slowly down until I found her pleasure button.
My lips slid over her love button back and forth.
Each touch of my lips elicited a gasp of pleasure from her as she waited for the next sensation to rock her.
Now I wanted her, wanted to taste her full nectar on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I held her like this as I kissed her, occasionally stopping to grasp her ravenous Musalmān clit between my lips and applying pressure.
I felt her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tense and her legs clamp down on my waist.
I knew she would have an orgasm.
I was rewarded by a gush of sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl cum as it flowed onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I held her there and let her rest with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, letting her come down and catch her breath.
I slowly released her legs and let my hands wander up to pull on her nipples while I prepared her for another extreme Hindu assault.
I loved to kiss Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
It was, to me, second only to fucking.
Always keeping her riding the edge.
My eyes glanced at the clock on the bedside table and realized I had already spent over 20 minutes penising this Musalmān beauty and with my Uncut Hindu Cock pounding in anticipation.
I decided that it was enough and dove onto her ravenous Musalmān clit to bring her to orgasm again before moving on.
I was almost instantly rewarded by another gush of cum flowing onto my Uncut Hindu Lund and down over my thighs.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay in my bed panting in a glassy eyed stare as I moved back up her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body tenderly kissing her various parts as I moved up to place my lips on hers.
“Having fun so far?” I playfully asked her.
“Oh hell yes, but I want this sixty two years old most experienced Uncut Hindu Lund keeping inside my twenty two years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, till I exist.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah winked at me.
“Patience. Anticipation helps the pleasure.” I answered her as my Uncut Hindu Lund danced in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, occasionally sliding out to circle her clit.
I resisted and continued to play with her and nibble on her Musalmān tits.
I finally relented and slid over between her legs again.
Once again, I picked her legs up and brought them onto my shoulders as I kneeled to her Pakistani Musalmān pleasure box and I inched my way forward until the mushroom head was nestled between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān labial lips and poised to enter where no man had been before.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to see, to watch me enter her so she propped herself on her elbows and watched as I slowly slid forward.
I stopped and it was a good thing because all of the blood had rushed from her head and she was dizzy.
I paused until she opened her eyes again and I pushed in a little farther, just an inch or so.
Then I paused again to let her acclimate to my being there.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stared in amazement at my incredible self-control.
She already felt stuffed as much as she thought possible.
I still had a lot of my Hindu monster to get into her.
Then I pushed a little again.
Another inch disappeared and Nasīm Muåāwiyah felt me against her hymen.
I stopped there letting the pressure build and letting her stretch.
Then I backed off a bit and slid forward and then again back and forth in little strokes.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah thought she would faint from the exquisite pleasure as I gently fucked her with tiny strokes.
Then I stopped.
“If I push any more I’ll tear through and it will hurt a bit.” I told her.
The concern in my voice was evident and Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me.
“Go ahead. But can you get that whole great Hindu thing inside me?” She asked in wonder.
I chuckled at her,
“It’s not that big! If it all won’t fit then at least most of it will. But this will hurt. Once I break through, I will stop and let you recover for a minute. Just let me know when you are ready for me to start again.”
With that pronouncement, I drove forward with all the power in my Hindu thighs.
I broke through and her eyes widened at the surprise and the pain.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah hissed out her breath and felt her whole body tense.
Then as the pain subsided, Nasīm Muåāwiyah began to relax.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay there with me buried to the hilt inside her and marveled at the feeling.
She was kissing me madly, gratefully, immensely indebted to me.
In one way, she felt as though she were going to be split apart, torn in two.
Yet it was a wonderful gratifying feeling and she felt warm tingles spread through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
She closed her eyes and let the sensation rush over her.
Then she opened her eyes and smiled up at her new Hindu lover’s face.
The one who no matter what else she knew she would always remember.
“I guess I’m not a virgin anymore.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah told me and the look of concern on my face melted into a smile.
“Now fuck me Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Please fuck me. It feels so good having you inside me.”
I smiled at her desire so wantonly expressed and began to pump slowly into her.
Drawing myself back until I almost came out, then sliding back up her tight Musalmān canal.
It had been no long since I had had a virgin.
I was fucking now so many Musalmān virgins almost daily.
They were compelling me to have them.
I could never forget how special a new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot felt around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
How it grasped and molded around my Uncut Hindu Cock and how the velvet wetness felt on a first timer.
I watched her as I pumped into her and as Nasīm Muåāwiyah thrashed on the bed.
Casting her arms first to one side, then the other, and at the same time humping herself down onto me even more.
It seemed like only seconds but actually was about 3 minutes and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot tighten around my Uncut Hindu Cock and begin to milk me as a flow of warm cum came out of her and down my balls.
I smiled as I watched the shudders of her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body during her orgasm.
Then I began to pump on her again harder this time and her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body reacted by bringing her legs up behind my back and trying to get more of me into her.
I started to pump even faster feeling my own orgasm nearing, feeling my Hindu balls tighten and the rush of the unstoppable freight train carrying its load of my Hindu seed rush down my Uncut Hindu Cock and explode out and splatter the walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb.
She felt me increase my pace and wanted to draw me closer, pull me all the way inside.
It felt so good.
Then she could feel something that before she thought was impossible.
The sensation of all that hot Hindu cum inside her, pooling in her Musalmān womb, all those Hindu sperm looking for her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān eggs, it sent her over the edge and Nasīm Muåāwiyah had the next orgasm again.
Harder than before, the tidal wave rushed over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and she surrendered to it as the muscles shuddered and twitched totally out of her control.
Then she felt me lie down on her, take her in an embrace and pull her close.
The warmth washed over her again and Nasīm Muåāwiyah realized that she never felt this safe, this warm and this loved in her entire life.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted it to continue forever and I cuddled up to her filling every void between them with my Hindu flesh.
It all seemed like a dream as Nasīm Muåāwiyah drifted into that special place lovers go, when we allow ourselves to, after we have shared our bodies.***
Nishāt Nazli had run out of sun block and ran back to the house to get the spare tube.
Zubaydah Bābar and Bābarah Åālamgīr were in the water and she did not bother telling them she was running back.
It was only a hundred yards or so and it would only take a minute.
They had already been at the beach over an hour, nearly two and she did not want to end up looking like Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“But on the other hand,” she mused. “Having Bābarah Åālamgīr’s dad giving me naked rubdowns was not an unpleasant prospect either.”
She came in the front door and took a step toward her room when she heard a noise upstairs.
It almost sounded like someone was in pain.
So it was with concern for Nasīm Muåāwiyah that she turned and went upstairs instead.
As she topped the steps she looked around and didn’t see anyone and was about to call out when she heard it again.
It was coming from my room.
Being the nosey little bitch, Nishāt Nazli always admitted she was, she crept toward the door and noticed that it was partway open.
Nishāt Nazli peered around through the open door and covered her mouth to stifle the gasp.
Nishāt Nazli knew they were all teasing me, sexually.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had seemed to be interested in me this morning but she figured Nasīm Muåāwiyah, the virgin among them, was just teasing them back.
But it looked like Nasīm Muåāwiyah hadn’t been teasing.
She was serious.
More serious than Nishāt Nazli thought even.
I was on my knees pounding my massive Uncut Hindu Lund into Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was transfixed by the sight, but especially by the size of my Hindu member I was ramming into her friend.
Like Bābarah Åālamgīr, Nishāt Nazli had had more than a few boyfriends and Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends in her time.
But the Uncut Hindu Lund that was spearing Nasīm Muåāwiyah was one of the largest and strongest even, Nishāt Nazli had ever seen.
As she watched, she decided it was the biggest.
It had belonged to a Hindu at school that most of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had tried because it was rumored to be huge.
She really did not count me because I was just a freak of nature anyway.
It was difficult to gauge the size from her vantage point but I definitely was well hung!
“I wonder if Bābarah Åālamgīr knows how well hung her Hindu old man is.” Nishāt Nazli mused to herself as she watched her friend’s Hindu father pound into a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl who was a friend of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“Oh shit,” Nishāt Nazli finally thought, “I hope Bābarah Åālamgīr is not going to get upset about this.”
Nishāt Nazli started backing away and quietly went down the steps, grabbed her sun block and left as quickly and quietly as she could.
When she got back to their blanket at the beach, Nishāt Nazli sat there not knowing what to do.
Should she tell Bābarah Åālamgīr what she saw or keep her mouth shut?
Of course, one of the side effects of being “a noisy little bitch” was that she just had to tell others what she uncovered so when Zubaydah Bābar and Bābarah Åālamgīr joined her they knew something was up.
Nishāt Nazli was acting weird and her friends knew her well enough to be certain that she was keeping a secret and having a hard time of it so they did what all young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls do in a similar situation.
They pumped her, wheedled, and begged until Nishāt Nazli spilled the beans.
“I don’t know if I should tell or not. It’s kind of personal and I don’t want anybody to get upset with anybody else.”
“Come on spill!” Bābarah Åālamgīr demanded.
“Well while you Musalmān girls were in the water I went to put sun block on and I was out so I went back to the house to get my spare tube. Well When I got there, I heard something. So I went to check it out and … Bābarah Åālamgīr, you have to promise you won’t get mad.”
“Why would I get mad? What did you see?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“You have to promise! Please.” Nishāt Nazli begged.
Reluctantly Bābarah Åālamgīr agreed having absolutely no idea, what Nishāt Nazli could possibly have to tell her that might get her so upset.
Nishāt Nazli accepted her promise and hesitantly continued.
“Well, like I said I heard something. I thought Nasīm Muåāwiyah was in pain again so I went upstairs, your dad’s door was sort of open, and I saw… I saw him, them, uh. I saw Durgesh fucking Nasīm Muåāwiyah.”***
Bābarah Åālamgīr stared at her wide-eyed and Nishāt Nazli was afraid of how she was going to react.
Nishāt Nazli did not want to hurt her friends and she did not want their vacation to become a battleground.
She should not have worried because Bābarah Åālamgīr’s reaction was the last thing she expected.
After a few seconds, it took the news to sink in; Bābarah Åālamgīr jumped up, extended her arms into the air and began dancing around screaming
“Yes. Yes. Nasīm Muåāwiyah did it. Yes.”
To say her reaction left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar dumbfounded would be an understatement.
They stared at her open mouthed, as Bābarah Åālamgīr danced around the blanket like a football player who just scored the winning touchdown at the superbowl.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl could believe Bābarah Åālamgīr’s reaction.
Both immediately put themselves in her shoes and realized that if we had found out our father was banging one of their friends we would be upset, hurt, angry and a host of other negative things.
Neither could imagine themselves dancing a victory dance on the beach.
Finally, after doing three laps around the blanket Bābarah Åālamgīr dropped back down to look at her friends.
“You Musalmān girls don’t understand.” Bābarah Åālamgīr was finally able to get out. “Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me last night if it would be Ok. I thought about it and figured why not. He’s not living in Live in relationship to my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, anymore, hasn’t been for 4 years, and I know Durgesh isn’t living the life of a monk. I’ve talked to some of the single beautiful Musalmān women here in the off-season. He’s probably slept with most of them from what I can figure out. So since Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to give Durgesh her most sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān cherry I figured at least she’d have somebody who will be nice to her. She tried last night but Durgesh wouldn’t. Durgesh was afraid I’d get mad. So this morning I told Durgesh it was Ok. I figured it would take her at least another day or two to wear me down, but apparently my Hindu old man is a lot more randy than I thought.”
“You mean you knew and you’re Ok with it?” Zubaydah Bābar asked in wonder.
“Of course. But tell me Nishāt Nazli, was Nasīm Muåāwiyah enjoying it? I mean could you tell?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Well she seemed to be and I don’t know how she couldn’t with the equipment he’s got.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“What do you mean?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked puzzled.
Now Nishāt Nazli was embarrassed, she had let that slip.
How do you tell your friend that her dad has one of the biggest Uncut Hindu Cocks you’ve ever seen?
“Well I wasn’t going to say anything but do you have any idea how big your Hindu old man is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at her and just shook her head.
The image that flashed through her mind was her Hindu father naked with an Uncut Hindu Cock the size of the basketball player’s that Nishāt Nazli had thought about earlier.
“Well I will tell you it’s bigger than that ball player’s too, we have all seen. It is very very respectable.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar’s curiosity was piqued.
“How big is it?” She asked.
All of them were twenty eight, highly educated, PhDs, ultra modern young Musalmān ladies.
In their eyes, it was not any sin to discuss and enjoy the matter.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated.
“It was a little hard to tell exactly, from where I was but if I had to guess I’d say about…” and she held her hands up a little less than a foot apart. “and as far as thick goes, well this morning Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she couldn’t get her fingers to touch and I don’t think she was exaggerating.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there transfixed by the thought of her Hindu father’s Uncut Hindu Cock being a lot bigger than normal and she realized she was getting wet having this conversation.
Just about then, Zubaydah Bābar made a comment that broke her concentration.
“Hell, if I had known all this I would have jumped my bones myself. How about it, Bābarah Åālamgīr? Would you mind if we all have a go at Durgesh. I mean discreetly of course. Not in the middle of the floor or anything. Let all of us enjoy, yaar, what Nasīm Muåāwiyah is enjoying boldly and bravely.”
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr realized that Zubaydah Bābar’s question had gotten her really wet with the image that flashed through her mind of all of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān friends standing in line to screw her Hindu father on the living room floor and her watching and handing out tickets.
She started to giggle again before answering,
“I guess I don’t mind. But you have to get past Nasīm Muåāwiyah. I mean it’s only fair she laid claim to me first. You know, “Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Rules“. Maybe I should sell tickets.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “So Nishāt Nazli, give us all the glory details, like what position were they in and all.”
All the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls sat on the blanket while Nishāt Nazli described in intimate detail what she had witnessed.
The more she talked the wetter Bābarah Åālamgīr found herself getting until she had to talk the other two into going into the water.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was afraid they’d see her juices running down her leg.
I and Nasīm Muåāwiyah lay in the bed, holding each other close, gently kissing, and touching each other.
Nude Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still under me.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah broke the quiet.
“Thank you. That was better than I ever imagined it could be. I never thought it would be so good. I’m glad I waited until I found somebody special.”
I just kissed her crimson still quivering lips.
“You’re most welcome and thank you for giving me your gift. It was very special. I’m glad you enjoyed it, I tried to make sure you would.”
“Can we do this again? I mean would you consider making love to me again?”
“I’d be very happy to. But I’m afraid you are not all alone. I’ve to fuck countless Musalmān Beauties too, like you. Moreover, even I need time to recharge.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
“Ok. I mean I would not complain about doing it again right away but I can wait.”
We lay in the bed a while cuddling before we both decided we were hungry and got up to make some lunch.
As we got out of bed, I reached for my shorts but Nasīm Muåāwiyah grabbed them and ran from the room.
She called to me from the next room.
I thought about just getting another pair from the drawer but decided to play the game with her and I walked out into the living room as naked as Nasīm Muåāwiyah was.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stood on the other side of the room.
“Hmm, I think I like you walking around naked. I like the view. It’s pretty impressive. Looks as good as it feels inside of me too. Maybe I should just keep these until you fulfill your promise and bed me again.”
I smiled at her
“If m’lady prefers me naked then naked I shall stay.” I said with a fake English accent and a small bow before I moved to the kitchen to make some sandwiches.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah moved up behind me while I was at the counter and wrapped her arms around me.
“Yes, I definitely prefer you this way.” As she took my Hindu manhood in her hand. “Hmmm, look at that it may not be so long a wait after all,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah commented as she felt me start to stiffen under her touch.
“I guess your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān youth and vigor are rubbing off on me.” I said as if even I was surprised at how quickly I was recovering. “Let’s have lunch and then see what arises.” I offered with a sly smile.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled at my joke and helped me make a light lunch.
After we ate, the pair cuddled on the couch and put an old movie on the TV.
Neither expected to watch the entire thing but it was a comfortable thing to do and neither was in a huge hurry to jump back in the sack.
We both wanted to take our time and enjoy.
As it turned out Nasīm Muåāwiyah became impatient first and started fondling my Hindu manhood shortly after the show started.
It took no time at all for me to reach my full size and she slowly ran her small hand up and down my massive Hindu rod wondering how she had ever fit the whole thing inside her. ”
Must be more room in there than I thought.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah said to herself.
She spent some time trying to estimate my size, she knew that and average man was right around 6 inches, at least according to the experts, that is the medical experts.
Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls talk at the dorm had placed it more around 5.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to feel me hit the back of her Musalmān throat and she also wanted to see if she could fit my Hindu girth into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth in the first place.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah bent down and first placed a kiss on the head and then a second.
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and took the very marvelous Hindu tip into her tremendously attractive Immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth , not the whole head just the tip.
I groaned in appreciation.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah could still taste herself on me and that thought turned her on more as she used her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue to lick the sides and around the head.
Finally Nasīm Muåāwiyah took my head into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth and started the gentle sucking pressure she knew I liked.
Again, I groaned and Nasīm Muåāwiyah continued slowly to feed herself my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking a bit more each time until she felt me hit her Musalmān throat and I gag reflex started.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah could smell the musky scent of herself on me.
It was intoxicating.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah began to work me in and out of her Musalmān throat.
Making love to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had never been a real fan of Uncut Hindu Cocksucking.
She had done it to keep her Hindu boyfriends happy because she would not fuck them.
With the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls at school, in the dorm Nasīm Muåāwiyah had practiced with bananas to learn to deep throat a boy, so she was good at it but never really looked forward to doing it, that is, until today.
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah forced me to fuck her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth she realized that this time it was different.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was enjoying it.
She wanted it to last.
The taste and the texture of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth, coupled with the musky smell of her own cum on my Hindu balls, groin brought her own excitement to the front, and Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund forever.
She wanted to worship my Hindu phallus.
So Nasīm Muåāwiyah took her time and kept at it for a while, all the time aware of keeping me from going too far and cumming.
She was tempted to have me blast into her tremendously attractive immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth , she actually wanted to taste my Hindu seed but she also knew that that would mean it would be even longer till she felt me in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot again and she really did want that and soon.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s good at that.’ I thought to myself as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her Musalmān throat.
I was sitting on the couch and she was on her belly with her head in my lap taking my full Hindu length down her Musalmān throat.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah seemed to be enjoying herself and I knew I was, but I was ready to fuck her again, more than ready.
I stretched my arm out and ran my hand down her back as Nasīm Muåāwiyah sucked me.
I let my hand reach the bottom of her butt.
I cupped her in my hand and let my finger slide to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I found she was dripping wet.
She was really turned on by this.
I pushed my middle finger against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and slid it inside her and she moaned around my meat and let her legs spread apart as I finger fucked her, occasionally letting it slide out and circle her clit.
The third time I drew my finger out and tickled her ravenous Musalmān clit she started to spasm in orgasm and pulled her head off my Uncut Hindu Lund to breathe.
She let at a small scream as the sexual high washed over her.
She clawed at me pulling me down to her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face to kiss me as her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook.
Our lips met and Nasīm Muåāwiyah shoved her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue deep into my mouth and kissed me passionately.
As she broke from the kiss she begged me,
I leaned back to her and kissed her gently before stretching myself out on the couch and pulling her on top of me.
Even as inexperienced, as she was she knew what position to take.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah straddled me and grasped my Uncut Hindu member to guide it into herself.
The look of relief on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, as I slid inside her told me how badly Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted me.
Then as she sat down and jammed my full Hindu length home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah started to pump on me.
I grabbed her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips to stop her.
“Slowly, take your time.” I said as I directed her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips to grind into me and move back and forth instead of the pumping motion she had started.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah immediately found my method more satisfying to the itch between her Musalmān legs as her ravenous Musalmān clit was stimulated by the contact with my Hindu groin and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah rocked back and forth on me and shortly decided she liked this position as I tweaked her nipples with my fingers.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah felt more in control more dominate in this position, besides I went deeper this way and the stimulation to her ravenous Musalmān clit was greater.
As these thoughts ran through her head, Nasīm Muåāwiyah closed her eyes to let another orgasm shudder through her.
When Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her eyes, she froze for a second.
She was faced by her three twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān friends watching her fucking me herself, watching her ride My Uncut Hindu Lund, and watching her orgasm.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah only froze for a second before my grip on her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hips tightened and she started her motion again, now more boldly, winking at them quite triumphantly, instead of being ashamed of what she was doing.
The three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had entered the house quietly and moved up the stairs.
They were hoping to surprise Nasīm Muåāwiyah and me probably in bed.
When they found us in the middle of fucking on the couch, it was more than they had expected.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes closed and did not see them immediately and I was lying on the couch looking directly away from them.
Besides, my attention was focused on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman I was fucking.
The arm of the couch blocked my view behind even if I did turn.
Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar went to get closer to interrupt us, but Bābarah Åālamgīr held them back and signaled them just to stand there.
They watched as Nasīm Muåāwiyah finished her orgasm and continued to ride me.
Then as she opened her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and saw them watching, her shock was momentary and she immediately continued her ravenous carnal Musalmān activities.
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
“I don’t think it’s sick. I think it’s beautiful that you love your Hindu father enough to want to share yourself with him. I realize most people think it’s weird but I’m not one of them. Like I said if you don’t want me to, I won’t have Durgesh. If you want Durgesh for yourself, that’s Ok.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr hesitated.
“Do you think you can get Durgesh to do you? I mean he’s pretty open but a little old fashioned at times, especially when I’m around, or other twenty eights.”
“Well, I don’t think it would be easy, especially the way Durgesh was acting when he was putting the stuff on me. All alert and proper and all, but I think I could do it. You know get me interested. But you’re right if I thought you’d be upset I wouldn’t even consider it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“Go for it Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl, and good luck.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kissed her,
“Thanks. And if it works out maybe we can share Durgesh.”
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! you little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slut. First you want to fuck Durgesh then you want me to join in a three way.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Maybe, but for now, if I stay here talking to you I’m going to get all horny again and your sunburn is too bad to help with that. So I better get to my own bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr crawled out of bed and gave her friend another long kiss before gathering up her clothes and returning to her own room.
She lay in bed a long time thinking about Nasīm Muåāwiyah and making love to her and then thinking about her Hindu father and how it might feel to have my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or in her mouth and how good my Hindu cum would taste.
The same cum which made her Ammī cheating her Abbū.
She had to play with her ravenous Musalmān clit and get off before she could even begin to relax enough to think of sleep.
Then once asleep, she dreamt of me, fucking her, in all possible and impossible positions, everywhere, in public too, openly.
How rotten Bābarah Åālamgīr was.
I was getting ready for bed and decided to check my e-mail before going to sleep.
Usually I wore nothing to bed but with 4 Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls in the house, I had started wearing sweat shorts to bed, just in case.
So I padded down the stairs and as I got to the second floor, I heard a noise and noticed that Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s light was still on.
I was concerned for her.
Therefore, I turned and went toward her room.
I turned at the doorway and it was open.
I raised my hand to knock and stopped frozen.
As I looked in, I could see Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s sunburned body lying on the bed but on top of her, at right angles was another female, kneeling over her, and bent at the waist.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pointing directly at me and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot had a finger in it.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was fingering one of the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
Then the long red hair hit my awareness.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was having lesbian sex with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr!
I took a step back into the darkened hallway, then another.
I knew I should turn and go but I was mesmerized by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s perfect Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot being finger fucked by the beautiful little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl in the bed.
I watched the entire tableau unfold and watched as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, came on the hand in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Watched as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice ran down the arm then as they lay down together and started to talk.
I heard the whole conversation.
Heard how Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr again and how Bābarah Åālamgīr did also.
While I had gotten a hardon immediately on seeing the panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, the revelation that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, found me hot and wanted to bed me nearly made me cum in my pants.
How I managed to control myself, only Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā and I knew.
Then I heard Bābarah Åālamgīr agree to it and give her blessing.
This was too much.
Fuck the e-mail, I needed a strong amount of juice.
I retreated back upstairs and retrieved myself a water glass.
I filled it with juice.
I drank it down quick, trying to calm my nerves.
Then I went to bed to let it work its magic and calm me down.
I lay in bed waiting.
Memories of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot kept floating in my mind.
“She is not supposed to think like that. you pervert Musalmān girl. You want to fuck Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Ok go ahead, or Nishāt Nazli or Zubaydah Bābar Ok, be a cradle robber but your Live in relationship Partner’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. That is a no no!!” I chastised myself.
With those thoughts running through my head, I dropped off into sleep.
Later that night or actually early the next morning I was awaked to a whimpering and somebody shaking me.
I was still suffering the partial effects of the sexy thoughts as well as being woken from a dead sleep.
“Durgesh, help me. It hurts again, please.”
I became conscious enough to recognize Nasīm Muåāwiyah standing over my bed, holding the jar of suave.
“Ok lay down here let me put it on you.”
She crawled onto the other side of my bed and laid her extremely beautiful naked Musalmān body on my sheets.
I began to apply the suave to her as I had done before.
By the time I got to her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass, I was awake enough to remember the sight and the conversation I had overheard earlier.
But realizing I was still a little abnormal, I was not sure if it was an obsession induced dream or reality induced.
So I carefully applied the ointment and enjoyed touching this young Musalmān body in my bed.
Well, if it was reality, I could deal with bedding this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty but if it was a dream I was not going to fuck up my relationship with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Before long, I had finished her back and she rolled over already purring thanks and how much better she felt.
I went to work on her front and this time I spent more time on her breast than I really had to but I was enjoying it and so was she.
She was sighing and purring how nice it felt.
Then as I moved lower and did her stomach and legs, I noticed she had her legs spread farther than she had before.
I had a wonderful view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
A very tempting view.
Then I returned to do the crease in her legs, as I did the first side she reacted by slightly humping forward toward my hand.
I hesitated but went to do the other side and this time as my hand passed near her sex she reached out like lightening, grasped my hand and pulled it into herself as she orgasamed.
She held my hand on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and tried to hump against it.
I was cautious.
Not sure what to do.
Yes, I would like to fuck her and my Hindu hardon proved it but I wanted to be sure, before I took this risk.
So I held still and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
I had to say something.
“I was sleeping and am still a little asleep. I need time. I want to be sure. Please not tonight.”
She looked up at me and smiled.
She knew she had me but if she really wanted it she should wait so all she said was,
“Ok, but can I stay with you tonight. Please!”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr…Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr ?” I asked.
“She won’t mind. Besides, I just came here to get ointment and fell asleep. No hanky panky. Just fell asleep.”
I relented and lay back down next to her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah slid over to be close to me before we both drifted off to sleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr woke early the next morning feeling good.
She got out of bed and headed into the bathroom as she passed Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s room she noticed her friend was not in bed.
“Well, either she went after daddy last night or she’s up early, ” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself.
After she finished her morning pee, she returned to her room and slipped on a pair of panties.
Then she reached for a shirt and stopped.
“No, if I’m going to work on daddy too, then I may as well start today.”
For a minute, she thought about taking the panties back off but then figured that may be a little much for the first time.
So it was in just her sheer panties that she climbed the steps to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee.
A quick glance in the kitchen said,
“No coffee made, means Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s with daddy.”
Not being able to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr went and peeked in my room.
Sure enough, there was her friend, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, naked in her Hindu father’s bed, spooned up against me.
And the surprise she had was her hand lying over my side and buried down the front of my pants, holding my Uncut Hindu Lund greedily in her palm.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smirked at the sight.
She retreated to the kitchen to make coffee for everybody.
I woke to the pleasant smell of fresh coffee.
Was it not?
Then the events of the night before, crashed in on me.
I controlled myself and tried to remember.
“Did I fuck this Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl and was it Nasīm Muåāwiyah holding my Uncut Hindu Lund or Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr herself?”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr?” The cobwebs cleared and things fell into place.
Relief flooded me as I freed myself from my sleeping would be lover and slipped out of bed.
I quietly pulled on a T-shirt and moved out to the kitchen for some coffee.
As I got there, I saw Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, standing there leaning against the counter with coffee in her hand an appreciative smirk on her face and her tits bare to anybody in sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Bābarah Åālamgīr, put some clothes on. You’re not supposed to be running around like that in front of me.”
She smirked even harder at me and said,
“Why not, you’ve seen them before and they are not much bigger now then they were then. Oh, and did you and Nasīm Muåāwiyah have fun last night? Cradle robber, seducing your daughter’s friends. You ought to be ashamed of it.”
“Hey, What are you talking about? Nasīm Muåāwiyah…Nasīm Muåāwiyah came in and woke me last night for the suave and… and fell asleep. That’s all. Nothing happened.”
She set her coffee cup down and turned to make mine for me.
She walked over and handed it to me.
“That’s Ok daddy. If you want to fuck my young Musalmān friends and we all think you’re the hottest Hindu on the globe, so we probably all the young Musalmān Beauties want to fuck you too ourselves. It’s ok with me.”
That said, she put her arms around me, gave me a hug and said,
“It’s Ok I agree with them, you are the utmost hottie.”
Stunned at her audacity, before I could react, she released me.
“I’m going to get a shower. When I’m done I’ll make you breakfast and we can talk about making Nasīm Muåāwiyah my new Ammī.” She smiled over her shoulder at me as she went down the stairs.
I smiled to myself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr said they all wanted to fuck me.
It meant not only Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to be her Ammī, they all of them wanted to be so too.
Even Bābarah Åālamgīr herself wanted to be her own new Ammī?
Well, that’s what Bābarah Åālamgīr said.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, seemed bent on seducing me.
The thought ran through my head as I stood in the kitchen holding my coffee cup.
Then I groaned as I realized my Uncut Hindu Lund was as hard as it had ever been.
The thought of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nearly naked perfect young Musalmān body and her tongue in my mouth had gotten me excited.
This was not supposed to happen.
This was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr herself had already started it now by kissing me and pushing her tongue in my mouth in a passionate French kiss.
I needed to think, to figure this out.
I headed for the deck.
It was always peaceful in the morning and I often sat there to work out problems that clients and my Musalmān Beauties brought to me.
I took my coffee cup and moved out into the early morning sunshine.
It was already warm out but the breeze coming off the ocean was pleasant.
I had a place where I would sit and think.
It was the far corner of the deck, hidden from everything else.
I had long ago set a table and chair there.
I moved to it now and sat down with my coffee.
I sat there, at first drinking in the warm sunshine and letting the coffee work.
Then my thoughts began to form.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s coming to me in the middle of the night had not been a total surprise.
I had overheard her and Bābarah Åālamgīr talking and I, at least intellectually knew that she wanted to get into my bed.
But emotionally I was not prepared for an aggressive and beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman to try and jump my bones.
That was fairly easy to deal with.
Yes, I could handle that.
Especially since Bābarah Åālamgīr did not seem to mind at all.
She had given her approval to Nasīm Muåāwiyah last night.
But before I let the little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl have her way with me I wanted to find out what she was going to expect.
Was it a roll in the hay, some recreational sex? Or was she going to place emotional baggage on top of the act.
If she was, then I was going to have to go very slowly and make sure that I was willing to accept a new relationship more.
I had spent the last four years avoiding entanglements.
Short affairs only, no time to get serious.
There were enough local Musalmān women who got them knocked up, over the summer.
And then spent most of the rest of their lives looking for someone to take care of them.
Not that I would have minded in a couple of cases, but at my age I really did not want to take on the responsibility of raising kids again.
I did my time and yes it turned out well and I love Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but I have no intention of going to PhD exercises in a wheelchair and turning up my hearing aid to hear the address.
But then there was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, apparently wanted to have sex with me too.
I had to admit to myself that I found the idea exciting.
I got hard as a rock at the thought of her luscious Musalmān titties.
The way she had stood there in the kitchen damn near naked.
Hell, even her panties were so sheer that I could see the thin red strip of pubic hair she kept when she shaved herself.
She was a young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and I had always had a thing for redheads.
Her Ammī had been a blonde.
Yet Bābarah Åālamgīr had red hair.
About the only thing I could think of, besides just chastising her about it, was to ignore it and let her work past it.
I knew she had always been fickle with boys.
A month or two with this one, then move to another.
Where her Ammī had been emotionally needy, clinging to a relationship just because it was there, she had grown up to be indecisive instead.
Strong and independent, not really needing someone to be happy but apparently enjoying the contact.
Well, it seemed like that was the best way to handle it, just ignore her advances and let her know I loved her.
After all, it was only two weeks.
Then she would be going back to her Ammī’s until she found a job.
My coffee finished and my thoughts cleared up, plans laid I moved back to the kitchen and poured another cup to take into the bathroom with me where I would shower, shave and prepare for the day.
Once in the bathroom, I did something, I never did.
I locked the door.
Living alone all this time, I rarely even closed the bathroom door but today I deliberately locked it.
I just didn’t want any surprises.
I wanted to have some control of the situation the when and where.
I could just imagine Nasīm Muåāwiyah or worse yet Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking in and joining me in the shower.
Not that that would be a bad thing, at least in Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s case but I wanted to define the relationship first, not just have it thrust on me.
I finished my morning ablutions in peace and pulled my shorts on to return to enter the bedroom.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had gotten up and she was not in the room.
I could hear the chatter of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out in the kitchen.
I pulled on a clean pair of shorts and T Shirt and went to join them.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah had woken to find herself alone in the bed.
She could hear the shower running and decided to surprise me and join me.
But as she moved to the door, she found it locked.
“Damn.” She muttered as she turned and headed for the kitchen.
She could hear the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls out there and had a need for the coffee she smelled and some breakfast.
After having spent most of the last 24 hours naked among her friends and me, it never occurred to her to dress before joining them.
Maybe she should have.
As she walked out of my room, all conversation at the table stopped and the three Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at her.
She looked back at them.
“What?” she asked.
“And how did you sleep last night?” Zubaydah Bābar smirked at her. “Do a little sleep walking or did you decide you need some exercise before you could sleep?”
Nishāt Nazli joined in.
“I bet she just needs a little more CREAM applied.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was silent but the smirk on her pretty face said just as much.
“You all have dirty minds. I just needed more ointment early this morning and I woke Durgesh up then I fell asleep and I let me stay there. Nothing happened. Too bad, more’s the pity.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli just stared at her.
Then Nishāt Nazli was the first to speak.
Then the two of them noticed the smirk still on Bābarah Åālamgīr’s face.
“You knew, didn’t you? You knew she was going after Durgesh.”
“Well, we talked about it and hey Durgesh may be Durgesh but you girls were right yesterday. Durgesh does look better than a lot of what we see at the beach. I mean take away the gray hair and Durgesh would be a hunk.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered, “So when Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked me if I’d be upset, I decided that I would not.”
They looked back at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“So, spill how was it?”
“It wasn’t! Like I said, I needed ointment and then fell asleep. I’ll admit that I gave Durgesh the opportunity but Durgesh backed off. He’s worried about Bābarah Åālamgīr’s feelings. So I break that down and I get Durgesh to take my cherry.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah stated matter-of-factly. Then she giggled. “I did get my hand on it though.”
“Come on tell us, is it worth the effort?” Zubaydah Bābar demanded.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at them shyly.
“Well, let me put it this way. If I wrap my hand around it my fingers can’t touch.”
“No shit?” Nishāt Nazli asked.
“I couldn’t tell how long it is but it is definitely bigger and stronger than any I have ever held.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah added.
She had poured her coffee and sat at the table to join them.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at her as she sat down,
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked down at her coffee.
“Durgesh locked the door.”
Nishāt Nazli laughed.
“Apparently she tried.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah gave them a shy smile and they continued to tease her.
It took her a few minutes to realize that Bābarah Åālamgīr was naked from the waist up.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, where’s your top?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked a little shocked.
“Down stairs in my room. I figured if you can walk around naked I can go, at least, topless.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
They both laughed.
“That’s what we were talking about when you came in. If you and Bābarah Åālamgīr are going to go au-naturale than we may too. But for now I’m going to go get a shower. Look out because I may come back like Bābarah Åālamgīr.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Yeah we’ll have to look out because with the pair you have, if you turn too fast you’ll knock one of us into the next county.” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased.
“You’re just jealous.” Zubaydah Bābar defended.
“Damn right I am.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “How’d you like to go through life looking like a boy?”
“It’s better than having to look out every time you turn around or bend over.” Zubaydah Bābar countered.
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about.” Nishāt Nazli stated. “Of all of us you have the least amount of trouble attracting Hindu boys.”
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr blushed.
She had to admit they were right on that one.
She had always had a Hindu boyfriend whenever she wanted one and at least one or two waiting in the wings.
They all laughed at Bābarah Åālamgīr’s blush, knowing that they had scored.
That was when I walked in.
Zubaydah Bābar noticed me first.
She was determined to tease me a bit so she jumped out of her chair and ran over to me.
She threw her arms around me and said,
“Morning Daddy!” and gave me a kiss on my lips.
She was wearing a T-shirt and panties and her dress and attack gave me an immediate Hindu hard on.
As Zubaydah Bābar released me I found myself in Nishāt Nazli’s embrace as she repeated Zubaydah Bābar’s greeting and antics.
The only difference being that since she had approached me from the side she took the opportunity to rub her Musalmān crotch against my leg.
We both stepped back.
“We’re going to go take a shower before breakfast. We’ll be back soon.” Nishāt Nazli quipped before she and Zubaydah Bābar headed down the stairs.
I looked over at the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Musalmān girls sitting at the table.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as usual naked.
I was beginning to get used to that as her normal condition.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was still without a top.
Her tits were sticking out and pointing across the room, her nipples hard at attention.
I said a little prayer to myself,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, let her be wearing panties at least.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr broke my train of thought.
“I was going to make pancakes for everyone. Is that Ok with you, Daddy?”
As she finished her statement, she stood up and to my relief I saw she was wearing panties.
‘Well, that was soothing at least.’ I thought.
“Pancakes are fine sweetheart.” I answered her. “What are you girls planning for today, more beach?” I asked as I sat down.
“I don’t know. We feel bad about Nasīm Muåāwiyah being stuck here and were thinking about doing soothing we could all do.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered.
“Don’t worry about me. I’ll watch movies, read, or something. You enjoy the sun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah chirped.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was looking forward to getting her Hindu father alone for a little while and she turned her back on us so she could smile without being caught.
Then she heard her dad.
“She may be right. I watched the weather earlier and they are calling for rain all day tomorrow. Then by the day after Nasīm Muåāwiyah ought to be able to go into the sun again, in small doses.” I added sternly.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me,
I was taken back for a few seconds as I looked at her and realized again just what a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān woman she was.
Even with her skin sunburned she still was striking with her black curly hair framing her face and hanging onto her shoulders.
I shook myself back to reality and began a more or less normal conversation with the naked nymph next to me.
Nearly naked Bābarah Åālamgīr was in the kitchen.
The first batch of pancakes was ready and Bābarah Åālamgīr was bringing them to the table when Zubaydah Bābar came up the steps.
I did a double take.
She was wearing a towel around her waist and nothing else.
Her massive Musalmān tits were swinging free.
Her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body was muscular and tight and although her breasts were huge they fitted well with her large frame, looked good on her, and were full firm and as tight as the rest of them with not even a little sag in them.
She was carrying two strips of cloth that were supposed to be bathing suits.
“Which suit should I wear today?’ she was asking whoever was listening.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked over at her and said.
“The blue one. Breakfast is ready.”
“Oh good, I’m hungry.” she started toward the table dropping the bathing suits on a chair as she passed and sat down on the other side of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called down the steps.
“Nishāt Nazli, pancakes are hot. Better hurry.”
I heard her pounding up the steps and she topped them dressed like Bābarah Åālamgīr in just panties.
As she took a seat, I smiled inwardly.
I resolved to do my best to appear to ignore it and stared at my plate as I ate.
But soon the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls dragged me into their conversation.
They were discussing their plans and the coming rain, and were asking me if there was anything to do on a rainy day.
I started listing a few places we could go.
Most of them involved shopping, which, naturally pleased the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
But we were unsure where these places were.
When you live someplace, directions are not a worry.
You know how to get everywhere.
But when you try to explain it to visitors, you are rapidly lost.
Finally, I offered.
“Ok, I’ll tell you what. If it rains tomorrow, and if you want to go shopping, I will play taxi driver and guide for the day and I’ll take you to dinner besides. But there is one condition.”
They all stared at me expectantly.
“You all have to wear clothing in public.” I smiled at them.
They all laughed.
Since we had finished eating we each got up with their plate, stopped and gave me a hug and a “Thank you Daddy”.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was first and even though she was nearly naked, she made no overt moves other than a quick chaste hug.
Nishāt Nazli was next and her hug included a peck on the cheek.
Then came Zubaydah Bābar.
She wrapped her arm around my head and pulled me into her ample Musalmān cleavage.
I thought I was going to suffocate as she squeezed me against her Musalmān tits.
Then she released me and walked away as if it were the most natural thing.
That left Nasīm Muåāwiyah sitting next to me.
She stood and wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me and whimpered.
“Thank you daddy.” into my ear and as she pulled back, she gave me a gentle kiss on the lips.
A kiss she was obviously in no hurry to break.
I felt her tongue slide out and across my lips and I resisted the temptation to open my mouth and accept it.
Instead, I just returned her kiss tenderly and with feeling.
She finally broke away and smiled at me as she picked up her plate to carry it to the sink.
“I’m going to go down for a shower.” She announced.
That left Bābarah Åālamgīr and me alone.
I sat there a little frazzled after having my head buried in Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tits, I was a little unsure.
“Are all these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls trying to get into my bed? Hell maybe I should just surrender and lay down and let them use me.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked over to the table to pick up my plate.
She looked at me and knew I was a little cautious.
She bent over and gave me a hug again.
I looked back at her and said.
“I know, but I wonder about Nasīm Muåāwiyah. She seems… different, than the others.” I was fishing to get her reaction.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me.
“She is. She really likes you, despite the age difference. And Daddy, It really is Ok with me. I love you, you’re my daddy and I love her too. She’s my friend. And if it makes two people, I love, happy or even if it just gives them a little pleasure, then I’m all for it.”
I stared at her as she returned to the kitchen.
I did not decide immediately what to make of it.
I watched her for a long time as she busied herself in cleaning up the breakfast dishes before I rose and walked to her.
She heard me come up behind her and then as I grasped her shoulders I turned her around and took a step back openly to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Despite her intentions and desires, my open gaze embarrassed her and she blushed.
I noticed her blush and pulled her into a hug.
“You really have grown into a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman, inside and out. I love you, and thank you.”
Then I released her.
“I have some work to do. I’ll be in my office. Let Nasīm Muåāwiyah know if her sunburn bothers her she should let me know.” With that, I turned and went down the stairs to my office.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took her time finishing the dishes.
She was thinking.
It gave her a thrill.
She knew her panties were wet, she could feel it.
She really wanted me inside her so desperately now.
It had been a bit embarrassing, for her Hindu father to admire her, openly.
Embarrassing yes, but also intoxicating.
She was now more determined than ever to make love to me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr now wanted to replace her Ammī, quite determinedly.
She wanted to repent for what her Ammī did misbehaving with me.
That’s what it would be now she understood.
She did not want just to fuck me or have sex.
She wanted to make love to me.
But to succeed Bābarah Åālamgīr had to come up with a plan because she knew that although I had said nothing to her about putting clothes on after my shower, I still was not used to her running around in her panties and she intended on wearing less than that with me soon.
I went to my office to put the finishing touches on the report for my client.
It would only take an hour or so and I could print it and get it in the mail.
I would also e-mail a copy but the hard copy was the final product.
I sat down, fired up the computer, and in minutes, I was working away, ignoring the rest of the world.
I had put the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and sex out of my mind and was focused on the task at hand.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah came back upstairs just after I had gone to my office.
She found Bābarah Åālamgīr at the sink, doing the last of the dishes.
“Where’s daddy?” she asked.
The question woke Bābarah Åālamgīr from her daydream.
“Oh… uh… he’s down in his private office. He said to tell you that if your sunburn bothered you again you should just let him know.” Then she paused for a few seconds and a smile crossed her face.
She turned to Nasīm Muåāwiyah and in her best little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice asked.
“Are you going to be my new Ammī?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah stared at her then they both broke out laughing.
“I never thought about it like that.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and looked at her friend.
“If you still want him, I think you’ll have him today while we’re at the beach. I talked to him a little, you know, kind of hinted. I just told him that if it made you happy and him happy than I thought he should do it. I mean I could have done little more other than saying please fuck my friend.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and hugged her friend.
“Thank you. But what about you, do you still … want to?”
“Yeah now more than ever. And Vallah, I will. It will just take a little time to wear me down. But for now, I’m going to change and get Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli out of your way for a couple of hours. Not that either of them would care other than want to watch and maybe join in. but you and especially Daddy don’t need the extra pressure.”
She kissed her friend gently on the lips and went down the steps calling her other two friends to get ready to go.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sat down on the couch.
She figured she would give the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī awfully attractive Musalmān girls time to get out of the house and then maybe an hour to let it seem like a normal thing.
In the meantime, she flipped on the TV and stretched out on the couch.
I finished my paperwork and printed it out.
I checked the time only a little more than an hour.
Now I figured I’d go upstairs and see what was going on.
When I reached the top floor, I found the TV on and apparently no one home.
I was wondering where Nasīm Muåāwiyah was as I walked over to turn the television off then I saw her stretched out on the couch dozing.
She looked very cute and peaceful lying there.
I did not want to disturb her.
I picked up the remote as I admired her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
I was amazed at how free these Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were about showing their Musalmān bodies,
‘Of course with the thongs they wear, being naked is no big step.’ I mused to myself.
I hit the button and set the remote on the table as I headed for the refrigerator.
Then I heard Nasīm Muåāwiyah stir.
“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you.”