Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Al Fātimah Al Aħad had waited for this conversation with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, for as long as she could remember, she could not say how she knew that it would take place.
Yet it was as clear to her as the knowledge that day followed night.
This clarity and foreknowledge did nothing however to prepare her for the strength of her own excitement when she returned to her room that evening.
It was as if Al Fātimah Al Aħad had been born again, into a new world that, she had wished to inhabit for so long.
A world where her deepest desires would be fulfilled to the utmost.
Of course, some of this foreknowledge was not so mystically achieved.
The fact that her dear Hindu father had returned home looking so vigorous after such a long voyage, and that her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s delicate condition had become more acute in his absence meant that this time would come sooner rather than later.
No doubt her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, was more likely to broach the question too when she had seen how much 28-year-old Al Fātimah Al Aħad had matured since her father had departed last.
Her husband, Al Muħammad Al Islam, had remarked upon it more than once to her, and Al Fātimah Al Aħad herself had occasion to blush in front of him when he had praised her womanly figure.
It was perhaps appropriate that her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, had spoken to her as she came to say goodnight,
“You’re such a good Musalmān girl, Al Fātimah Al Aħad dear—” she had begun, rather gravely.
“What is it Ammījān? Is there something wrong?”
“Why? No, Al Fātimah Al Aħad…it is just your Hindu father, Durgesh, your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Islam and I have been talking.” she comforted her brilliant PhD daughter, brushing her hair and stroking her cheek.
“Al Muħammad Al Islam says you’re so grown up now…”
“Durgesh told me too…it is so good to have him back. Isn’t it, Ammījān?” Al Fātimah Al Aħad smiled.
A little tear formed in her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s eyes.
“Of course my love…but I am so disappointed for him”
The tears began to run down her cheek.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad comforted her so carefully.
“There…Oh Ammījān…but why?”
There was no consoling her for several minutes.
She was clearly very upset.
Eventually she could speak again.
“I…I promised him a son when Durgesh returned…we both wanted it so much…and now we cannot.”
“Oh poor Ammījān…poor Abbū.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad sighed.
Overcome with feelings for both her parents; she comforted her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, as best as she could.
“There’s no use getting upset about it, I know…” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān sobbed, drying her eyes and hugging her daughter.
“Oh Ammījān…if only there was something I could do…I would so love to have a baby.”
Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, misunderstood.
“Oh I know my love…but I cannot…there is nothing to be done”
“No Ammījān…I mean that I would love to have a baby for us.”
“You shall have them soon enough darling…when you’re married…and you know your father would die of shame if you were to go with a man before you are wed.”
“I know Ammījān…but I want to for both of you.”
Al Fātimah Al Aħad could hardly suppress a knowing smile as her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, rose and left her to her thoughts.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad knew how much her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, had wanted another child.
Now to find out that her father had been so insistent about it made her even surer that she would soon be able to maneuver both of them into the arrangement she craved.
Some days passed.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad was disappointed that her father was working so long out in the field… she intended to encourage the attention that appeared to have waned for her.
That evening she placed the lamp by the window and ran the sink as they did when her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Islam, was away.
In normal circumstances, she would have drawn the curtain, but now she left it open, as she removed her blouse and shirt.
Her heart thumped as she began washing her breasts, knowing that even though she could not see him, my eyes would be upon her, upon her breasts, wanting her.
Her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Islam, was still adamant that they must take advantage of the opportunity.
“It’s not every day, every week, every month that Durgesh is here. He is too busy in fucking extraordinary Musalmān Beauties that he can’t fuck you whenever we damn please.” Al Muħammad Al Islam was somewhat angry with his wife, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān looked at her husband gravely.
“I understand, Al Muħammad Al Islam.”
“No, you don’t. You don’t. It’s the only opportunity we can have a son from Durgesh. He is Y-Chromosomed. You can get only a son from him, as I am X-Chromosomed. You can get only a daughter from me.”
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān retorted.
“Well,” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān said furiously, “You Musalmīn don’t understand so many things. You are more interested in terrorism and Tablīgh than you are interested in understanding the important scientific facts of life and universes.”
Al Muħammad Al Islam could not answer her appropriately.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān went on.
“Al Kħadījah Al Furqān!” Al Muħammad Al Islam was startled.
“Don’t shout.” Al Muħammad Al Islam scolded her.
“What else can I do, if I don’t shout even? You impotent rascal Musalmīn. You resort to terrorism and lose every gentle emotion to satisfy your women. You can only kill others, never can produce anyone.”
“It’s a lie. I’ve given you four extremely beautiful daughters, Zaynab, Ruqayyah, Umm Kulsoom and Fātimah.”
“And you think you have become Rasūlallāh sallallāhu ålayhi vasallam himself ?”
“Well, even Rasūlallāh sallallāhu ålayhi vasallam himself couldn’t give any son to his any wife.”
“Shame on you, you blasphemous idiot. Name Muħammad work Abu Jahal. Never impose your own impotent gay shortcomings even to Nabī Ākħiruzzamāns. Hes gave two sons to Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrahrza Åbdullah and Qāsim and one, Ibrāhīm, to Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Māriyah Qibtiyahrza. If they couldn’t survive, Ħuzūrs couldn’t help it.”
“I think we Musalmīn inherit the same deficiency somewhat as even Rasulallāhs couldn’t defeat absolutely. He produced three sons but none of them could survive. He produced four daughters and all of them survived without any exception.”
“You may differ in opinion with me, but the facts speak for themselves.” Al Muħammad Al Islam said curtly.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān wondered how much Durgesh would be aroused when he came inside her.
She continued far longer than was really necessary, ever more sensuously soaping them, and squeezing her thick, excited teats.
I had seen her immediately, wondering what was happening until I had realized she was washing.
At first, I believed she had just forgotten to draw the curtain, aware that this would be a once only opportunity, until I realized that she was not just washing, that this was a display intended specifically to excite me…and that thought aroused me beyond measure.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad heard them that night when they thought she was asleep.
I was coaxing her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, clearly frustrated at her lack of enthusiasm.
“Durgesh …no! she will hear!” she hissed.
“Al Kħadījah Al Furqān! …Please..I’m dying. I’m a hyper sexual, yaar. You should never forget.” I groaned.
“Shh then…let me do it for you.”
Soon my sighing became uncontrolled.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad dared to peep through the thick curtain that separated the bedrooms.
It was so dark, but she could make out her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s hand moving up and down in my lap.
My breathing was so heavy, and then suddenly I grunted twice, three times and she soothed.
“There..there my Hindu love.” cradling my head upon her bosom.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad knew she had made me do that…made me so aroused…
We began talking quietly, just as Al Fātimah Al Aħad was beginning to doze off.
“She said she wanted to have a baby for us.”
“How could she think of such a thing?”
“She must love us very much to think it, my dear.”
“So long, as she doesn’t go doing something about it with one of those louts from the city.”
“I’m sure she won’t…”
“Well…you’d better speak to her and make sure she doesn’t.”She heard her Abbū’s voice first time.
She was unable to understand our relationship properly.
Her Ammī was her Abbū’s wife.
But she almost never saw her intimate with her Abbū.
Instead, her Ammī was actually always intimate with me.
And her Abbū never had any objection at all.
I was already aroused again at the thought of it. I began to see what was in her mind.
She didn’t want any of the city boys… why else would she have displayed herself to me so openly, if it were not that she wanted her own Hindu father?
Next evening, before drawing Al Fātimah Al Aħad to one side, her Ammījān asked her.
“You’re not sweet on any of those boys in the city. Are you Al Fātimah Al Aħad dear?”
“Uff, no Ammījān!” she responded categorically.
“Only your Abbū was concerned…after I told him what you had said yesterday.”
“Of course I did, love…he’s only thinking of your future.”
Al Fātimah Al Aħad looked angrily at her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
“I said I wanted a baby for US…Our baby…don’t you see?” She stormed out, tears streaming down her face.
It took a few minutes before her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, came to her, the realization dawning on her at last.
“Al Fātimah Al Aħad…It couldn’t be…however much we wanted it. Don’t you see it would be so wrong?”
“Wrong for whom, Ammījān? For you and Abbū to have the son you have longed for, for me to have a son, for Durgesh who always respect such desires, for the son so loved by us all? Whom?”
“No-one needs to know Ammījān…don’t you see?”
Al Fātimah Al Aħad sobbed again, drawing on all her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s sympathy, and the dawning in her mind that her daughter had thought it all out, and that it WAS possible.
“Oh my sweet Musalmān girl…” they hugged, and she wanted to think of all the reasons why it should not be so, yet she could not do so convincingly.
“But what would your father say…you know what it would mean?”
“Yes Ammījān…of course I do…do you not think we could persuade Durgesh, persuade Abbū even, if it would mean having a son from—from even if not you, from me at least?”
“Oh I don’t know, my love…I would think we were mad to suggest such an outrage…”
“I imagine I would find it a pleasant enough task.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad dared to smirk a little, “Would he not?”
“Ammījān, I have so many friends of my own age who are themselves maintaining now their own Live in relationship with Durgesh too, while initially their Ammīs started their Live in relationship with him. Why can’t we ourselves also do it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Aħad, I—”
“I’m already 28, highly educated, and recently completed my PhD even. If I can’t decide of my own life even now, I wonder what more can I do successfully. Understand one thing, however. I’d never marry a Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān.”
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān was startled.
“You are exaggerating the fact.”
“I’m exaggerating the fact? Certainly not, Ammījān, certainly not. I’m liberal instead. Actually I think perhaps out of ten thousand, 9999 Musalmīn are Criminal/Criminal minded.”
“Al Fātimah Al Aħad.”
“Yet, I don’t think they are to be blamed even then. Our great Pseudo Islamic society can’t oppose the Fatwā Brave, Fatwā Bahādur Maulānahs and Maulavīs. Well, do whatsoever you damn please. But I would never allow anyone to destroy my own life due to these Fatwā Brave, Fatwā Bahādur Maulānahs and Maulavīs.”
Al Fātimah Al Aħad argued as if infinitely.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān was trying constantly to calm her 28 years old, highly educated, sophisticated daughter, Al Fātimah Al Aħad, down.
Ultimately, they hugged again.
Even her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s heart filled with excitement at this new hope for a child.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s heart beat quickly too, but for her, the excitement was the thought of me penetrating her with my great unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was a pride to enjoy that great unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, inside her, her own Ammījān could not resist.
There was a distinct air of expectancy following my return.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad was retiring to bed uncommonly early.
She was doing it to allow her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, to have time to discuss matters with me.
She could not help but draw up the loose shift and tease herself as she heard them talking, wantonly aware that the musky odor of her sex would be unmistakable when I came to kiss her goodnight.
“Did you speak with her about those city boys…I won’t have it you know.” I chided her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
“She said she wanted to have our baby…not a baby with one of those louts…a baby for us.”
“What do you mean?”
“She wants you to give her a baby for all of us”
There was a palpable hush as I took in the full significance of her words.
“But…that would be incest…we couldn’t.” I gaped, with apparent outrage.
“How? She isn’t your daughter. She is my daughter only. Not from you, from her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Islam. You are already maintaining so many such Live in relationships with Ammīs and daughters both. What’s new there? Moreover, No-one needs to know, my Hindu love…think of it…she could be confined here, and everyone would think it our child…Oh Durgesh …please…at least consider it.”
All was silent again, whilst I tried to act as if I were not as excited about the idea as she was.
“But what if she is seen?”
“If the worst comes to the worst, people will just think she’s been with one of the city boys won’t they? And we can live through that…but it will never come to it, Durgesh…You, Al Fātimah Al Aħad and I are too clever for them, even if communal Musalmīn would have any objection. Aren’t we?”
I watched her scrutinizing.
“And what of you, my love…? Shall you not be jealous of her?”
“She is my own daughter Durgesh …How could I be jealous of my own dear Musalmān girl…she loves us so …I’m so proud of her.”
“I am too my love…but are you sure she…”
“Live in relationship Partner? Okay. But why me?”
“Why don’t you?”
“Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.”
“Why don’t you? Tell me.” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān almost thundered at me, “I want you for my daughter, myself now. We have a successful Live in relationship for such a long time. Even so many duly married couples have separated during this very long time. We haven’t. What’s wrong in it if want similar emotional security for my daughter too, I myself am enjoying? What’s wrong in it if Al Fātimah Al Aħad wants to enjoy same wild sex with you you are already allowing the daughters of your so many Live in relationship Partners? What’s wrong in my daughter, if anything?”
There was silence between us, whilst I mused upon this amazing turn of the events.
“There now…go kiss her goodnight…you can go out in the field early tomorrow, whilst I tell her your decision…and whilst I prepare her for you, my love.”
I was already fiercely erect and was thankful that she appeared to be asleep as I drew back the curtain and went in to her.
The strong and familiar aroma caused my Uncut Hindu Lund to jerk uncontrollably.
I could hardly believe that I would have it within her the next day.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad feigned sleep convincingly enough for me to dare to draw back the cover.
She must have been dreaming about me I thought.
What a miracle!
What a great miracle!
Even if it was for my zillions, it was not bad for me from any angle whatsoever.
I could see her nipples erect, and pressing the cloth of her loose shift.
I lifted the cover a little further, realizing that her shift was up around her waist.
Tomorrow…just tomorrow and I would be within her!
The only concern was that they were replacing my mature Musalmān Beauties fastest in my active sex life more and more, day by day.
And I did not feel well for it.
I felt as if I was also cheating my mature Musalmān Beauties somewhat who remained with me always through every thick and thin.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was doing miracles for twenty eights.
Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, was uncommonly cheerful and beamed at her as soon as she entered the small kitchen.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad knew immediately that she had been successful in her persuasion.
“Oh Al Fātimah Al Aħad, love!” they hugged and kissed like naughty sisters eager for their Eīdul Fitr presents.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad could hardly believe that her parents had been so quickly and so easily deceived…
Before they got carried away with this initial flush of excitement, her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, began to fuss over the preparations to be made.
“You must bathe too, this morning I think…I have some perfumed oils your Abbū gave to me.”
Almost as soon as their males were out on their jobs, the Musalmān houseladies were on their mobiles to know how soon I could get there to fuck them.
Try as I might, I could not put thoughts of Al Fātimah Al Aħad out of my mind.
My nagging doubt was that despite her apparent enthusiasm, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān would change her mind once the reality came closer.
Yet these doubts did nothing to shrivel the excitement within my Hindu loins…I had rarely felt such ardor.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad lay back in the bathtub and thought of me.
It was unusual for her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, to be there, but she had been most insistent that she needed to supervise her bathing.
She carefully soaped her daughter…
“Oh yes Ammījān!… Durgesh makes me blush sometimes.”
“I believe he cannot help it, my love…”
Her teats stood up proudly at the thought of me looking at her through the window.
She wondered whether to tell her…
“Especially when I wear the new blouse you made Ammījān…”
“It shows your figure perfectly.” smiled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, in satisfaction.
Indeed, the drawstring on that particular bodice could be tied as loosely as required …
“Though I think you tie it so loosely on purpose.” she smiled slyly at her daughter.
This time Al Fātimah Al Aħad blushed, her little strategy found out.
Though it was clear that her Ammījān did not disapprove… how content she was to think so.
What a tragedy!
“We must tie it very loosely today.” her Ammījān smiled slyly to her.
Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s hand moved down over her belly and began to soap gently over her delightfully curving mount.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad could not help but raise her hips to press against the soothing hand.
“You’re excited for Durgesh already?”
“Oh yes Ammījān…I can’t tell you…I’m 28, don’t forget.”
“Hush my sweet…lie back…”
She did as she was told, and the soothing fingers became more insistent in their rubbing…so cleverly finding the perfect spot to awaken her desires more.
“You shall have Durgesh there soon, my love…”
“Oh Ammījān! Shall I truly?”
She bent to kiss her daughter…in such exquisite intimacy as she brought her to the very brink of ecstasy.
How excited she was to kiss her daughter so, just as she would kiss me when I poured my Hindu seed into their darling Al Fātimah Al Aħad.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad blushed again…
“I’m so sorry Ammījān…I didn’t mean to … I washed at the sink… and I forgot to draw the curtains.”
Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, smiled knowingly …
“Mmm you forgot. Did you?….I don’t suppose you wanted to show me your lovely bosom.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s expression changed as her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s fingers found her button even more insistently, making her squirm with delight… “and make me do all that mess on my clean nightie!”
“I couldn’t help myself Ammījān…I want Durgesh so…Ahh ahh ” her eyes closing as she approached the point of ecstasy.
“And you shall have Durgesh, my sweet…” her own loins burning at the thought of their wickedness, unable to stop her unguarded words as she slipped her fingers deep within her daughter’s soaking young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vagina and watched her eyelids flutter as she reached her orgasm…
“Oh Ammījān!…Ahh Ahh yes…Oh Ammījān.” she shuddered again.
“Ammījān…how I love you so.” she sighed as her passion eventually eased.
Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, beamed contentedly at her child, and was surprised that there seemed no awkwardness after such a revelation.
She poured them some wine as Al Fātimah Al Aħad dried herself, and soon they were both feeling as naughty as before, eagerly looking out to see if I was returning.
In fact, it took all my willpower to stay in the other Musalmān households, even fucking their Beautiful Musalmān houseladies, so long that day.
My desire was all but unbearable as my mind returned again and again to the prospect of the approaching evening.
“Durgesh …what are you doing back so early?” quizzed her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, in a tone which was as stern as she could muster under the circumstances.
“Sālī, I went out so early…therefore I have returned so early.” I stated categorically, as Al Fātimah Al Aħad flung her arms about my neck.
“Don’t tease him, Ammījān! Durgesh Papa …has worked as hard today as any other, I’m sure.” she smiled, kissing me on the lips with more enthusiasm than would be quite proper.
similarly, I responded more warmly than a father ought to, and deliberately dared to probe my tongue a little between her pearly Musalmān teeth.
I was rewarded by a distinct pressing of her loins against mine, before she turned her head to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
“Shall I fill the bath Ammījān, so Durgesh Papa can bathe before supper?”
“Why yes…then we shall have more time this evening.”
It was only as she broke from me that I was able to study her attire.
In truth, they had spent the best part of the afternoon, fiddling and perfecting her garments to provide the perfect mixture of innocence and enticement.
The bodice her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, had made was indeed tied exceedingly loosely, and they had decided, moreover, that there was no need of a shift beneath it.
I could not but find my eyes drawn to the most distinct protrusions of her nipples through such thin material, and to the tantalizing valley between her lovely bosoms.
I had not seen her wearing that particular skirt for many years…and it seemed very short.
I kissed Al Muħammad Al Islam’s wife, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, tenderly as Al Fātimah Al Aħad took off to see to my bath.
No words were necessary to show me that she was very excited at the evening’s prospect.
Our kiss lingered, and my hand slipped to her bottom, pulling her hard against my fierce Hindu erection.
This time my playfulness was not scolded.
She ground her Musalmān mound hard against me.
“She wants you, Durgesh …she wants you, inside her.” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān whimpered.
“And what do you want?” I growled in response.
She poured them all some wine and juice as the bath was eagerly prepared.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad was smiling invitingly as she caught me staring at her bosom as she bent to lift the pitcher.
“Come on then, Durgesh Papa, darling, now you must undress. You are my Papa husband now. And I’m your stepdaughter wife.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad smiled as the bath was filled.”Ammījān said I could wash you while she makes the supper.”
It had been quite clear to me of course from the moment a bath had been suggested, that I would strip in front of Al Fātimah Al Aħad, unlike our normal routine of my bathing, after she had gone to bed.
The fact that she was to bathe me as well caused an even more gross extension of my Hindu manhood.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān turned from the stove to smile slyly at me as Al Fātimah Al Aħad began to remove my grubby shirt.
“Durgesh Papa…such a mess your shirt has got into!” Her proximity made them both even more excited.
Her voice fluttered noticeably as she gazed at my strong Hindu shoulders and chest.
“You can’t wear it again this evening…you will have to put your nightshirt on for supper.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad tried to request, but even as her voice faltered at this, she undid my rudely stretched breeches, and gasped as my huge Uncut Hindu Lund jutted towards her.
It stood as rigid as one of the fence posts, its huge column stretching up beyond my navel.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad could not take her eyes from it, tracing her gaze longingly down to the thick root and the great sack beneath…a rush of desire immediately filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān loins at the thought of my ejecting the glorious essence stored there…ejecting it into her young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān looked on with a strange feeling of detachment.
“Your breeches are filthy too Durgesh Papa…you will need a very good wash.” she smiled, regaining a little of her composure as she exchanged a glance with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
I stood there but a moment; somewhat proudly as they both gazed down at me, my great baton waving lewdly as I began to step into the bath.
The water was not deep enough to preserve any modesty and the bulbous tip of my Uncut Hindu Shaft stuck up well out of the water.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad smiled, and took to her task slowly and deliberately, soaping my broad back and shoulders, reaching down to stroke over my muscular bottom, and allowing me to kiss her again.
For the most part Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s eyes fixed to her task, but she could not help their excited gaze from returning to my unruly Hindu loins… sending a shiver of desire through her.
It wasn’t long before she had finished my back, and proceeded onto my chest, and belly.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad marveled at the perfection of my Hindu muscles, even at my 62, from long hours in the other Musalmān households, fucking their Beautiful Musalmān houseladies, no doubt, and as her hands moved lower, she was perfectly aware of the delightful view she was presenting to me too.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān sang happily, as she prepared the supper, occasionally glancing around to view us, a feeling of anticipation reached as, she caught us exchanging the inviting looks and tender, exciting touches of lovers.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad savored every moment as she began to approach my Hindu loins…
She was 28, after all.
Ten years had passed her attaining legal adulthood already.
Of course, I was 62, but she herself was not a child now.
“Durgesh Papa…you must kneel up, and let me wash your bottom.” she directed, no hint of her excitement breaking her voice.
I was eager to know what the young Musalmān woman wanted actually.
Watch my Uncut Hindu Lund closely?
Suck it boldly then and there?
Well, she was authorized to do all the actions I doubted of.
Her Ammī herself had authorized her.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad studied my Uncut Hindu Lund closely now, without modesty, tracing her gaze from the immense root, along its solid veined column to the bulbous ruby tip, its eye opening and closing imperceptibly.
She imagined a jet of my thick, potent Hindu seed pouring from it, and felt an immediate rush of moisture in her loins.
“It is so enormous Durgesh Papa, darling ..I never imagined a man so.”
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s halted singing, shook her from this delightful reverie, and she raised her hand to my lovely bottom, soaping gently but persuasively, and at each stroke watching how my great column jerked in appreciation.
“You must be especially thorough there Al Fātimah Al Aħad dear,” smiled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, wickedly as she finally arrived there, her trembling fingers hardly able to encircle my gross Hindu manhood.
“Of course Ammījān.” she returned, gently soaping my huge appendages, and running her fingers along the silky smooth Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“Ahh Ahh Al Fātimah Al Aħad.” I sighed involuntarily as she touched me there.
“Oh Durgesh Papa dear…I hope your new young Musalmān wife has not teased you too much.” she appeared most concerned.
“Sālī,” I winked at her, yet controlling myself, practically I said, “No Al Fātimah Al Aħad, my love…far from it…your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān touch is exquisite on my Uncut Hindu Lund. I’m enjoying it very much.” I kissed her perfect Wahābī Musalmān lips again.
We both were so aroused now that the kiss lingered.
She felt so wicked in kissing me whilst she held me there, my most sensitive place…she had taken possession of my Hindu seed.
Her tongue lolled against my firing.
My desire increased even more, and had she stayed there much longer I would have sprayed into her open Musalmān mouth most violently.
“Darling, Al Fātimah Al Aħad.”
“Darling, Durgesh Papa.” she sighed, breaking from me so cruelly so close to that perfect moment.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān had placed ready my nightshirt.
I found it was an old shirt that I thought, it had been discarded, for its loose buttons and thin weave.
I smiled too when I found it far shorter than my other.
I emerged to find Al Kħadījah Al Furqān alone, and she welcomed me into her arms now that the supper was ready and on the table.
If anything, her excitement was greater even than Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s was.
I found her so as my roguish hand found its way under her skirt.
Her eyes closed, and I knew the expression upon her face.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh God I!” she sighed as my fingers played upon her.
“You have made me so Durgesh darling…I can’t tell you…”
“I know what has made you so…the thought of seeing my Uncut Hindu Lund in Al Fātimah Al Aħad…in your daughter!”
“There is nothing to forgive my love…we are all equal in our wickedness.”
“Where is Al Fātimah Al Aħad?”
“She spilled water on her skirt when she was emptying the bath, I made her go and change into her night dress.”
“I’m sure it was an accident.” soothed I with a sly smile to Al Muħammad Al Islam’s wife, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad returned, her face flushed with excitement at her entrance.
Her Durgesh Papa smiled as I beheld her.
The long demure nightdress that I had expected to see had been replaced by the loosest, shortest, and lightest affair I had ever seen.
The flimsy garment was drawn in, tightly to her waist, that being the only tying point, and above, the material gaped so as to accentuate her magnificent globes quite outrageously.
And below, as she walked toward us, the lack of fastening made it quite clear that she wore naught beneath.
“I knew Durgesh would like it, Al Fātimah Al Aħad!” smiled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, at their triumph.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad flushed even more as her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, fussed over the making of the nightdress.
It was clear from my gaze and the prodigious billowing under my nightshirt that their afternoons stitching had not been in vain.
“Such a pretty couple you make. I’m surprised how successfully the young Musalmān Beauties are replacing us mature Musalmān Beauties in Durgesh’s excellent Sex Empire with us Musalmān Beauties.” her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, smiled as she stood back from us, with no hint of awkwardness even as my hand came to Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s bosom to stroke over the material.
“It fits perfectly…how clever you both are to have made such a lovely thing.” I smiled.
Her hand came to mine, and pressed it to her breast.
I felt the surprising hardness of her outstretched teat and saw her swoon with pleasure as I drew my fingers over it.
“And such a pretty pair of ashvinātam lovers you shall make after supper.” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān sighed.
Eventually she drew us to the supper table, and sat us so closely together so we could continue our delightful fondlings.
In sitting, Al Fātimah Al Aħad did not need to part the lower portion of her dress, yet her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, swept the two sides of the skirt so far to each side and then drawing it behind, that she was entirely naked below the waist.
In helping me, in the same way, on the pretext that the remaining buttons would otherwise be too strained, she made sure that I too sat with my loins entirely bared, my outstretched part protruding above the edge of the low table.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān brought such quantities of wine and juice, as to ensure that we were very soon under a heady influence of light food and strong liquor, so that our remaining inhibitions dwindled in stature against our amorous desires.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s hand was now openly placed on My Uncut Hindu Lund.
“It is so enormous and hot Ammījān! How shall I bear such a great thing within me?”
“Do not fear Al Fātimah Al Aħad love…you shall enjoy it beyond anything you have ever known.”
“No, I don’t fear it Ammījān…I long to have it within me, ab initio, I saw it accidentally…darling Durgesh Papa.”
“And I long to feel it within my darling Musalmān girl.” smiled I, pushing the gown off her shoulders.
“Naughty Durgesh Papa!” giggled Al Fātimah Al Aħad, as my lips fell to her nipples, taking each in turn and making her gasp with pleasure.
“Oh Durgesh Papa…how I love you. My only love, feel how much I want you.” she directed my fingers to her mound, the slick opening oozing its copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fluids.
“She is wet for your Uncut Hindu Lund Durgesh … aren’t you Al Fātimah Al Aħad? … you’re soaking for Daddy’s wicked Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“MMmmm mmm yes Ammījān…”
I could hardly believe how ready she was, and how eager they were for me to perform the act of which they had dreamed for so long.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān came to us helping me off with my nightshirt, and kissing me hotly.
She held me there too, cupping my great appendages for Al Fātimah Al Aħad to see.
“Mmmm yes Ammījān… I want it inside me…swimming in my young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb.”
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān urged me forward…
“Put it into her Durgesh …put your wicked Uncut Hindu Lund in my little Al Fātimah Al Aħad.”
Her thighs opened wider and Al Kħadījah Al Furqān lifted her knees to allow the sweet conjunction.
Her startled gaze locked upon my advancing Uncut Hindu Shaft as it drove ever deeper into her…
“Ahh my darling” I sighed, as her silky interior clasped my Uncut Hindu Lund so exquisitely.
Soon Al Fātimah Al Aħad felt so entirely filled, so delightfully stretched by this enormous Hindu limb that she could hardly breathe for a moment, until the ashvinātam pleasure spilled over her in waves… and her face beamed up at me, with such an expression of awakened Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān female lust.
By now, I had pressed so far into her that she felt my great sack tickling the cheeks of her bottom.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān knelt by the side of her child, coaxing and cooing encouragements as she watched the point of our conjunction.
My Uncut Hindu Lund withdrew, emerging glistening with her juices…the sight for some reason making Al Kħadījah Al Furqān shiver with excitement.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s expression of beaming contentment turned to concern at the loss…wondering if the end of her pleasure would come so soon.
I smiled at her…reassuring her, before driving my great Uncut Hindu tool into her in one powerful stroke, taking her breath away.
It was even more profoundly as its nose pressed to the very entrance of her young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Ooooohhhhh Ammījān.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad sighed as the waves of pleasure crashed over her again.
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān growled a whimper in my ear… “Fuck her Durgesh…fuck my little daughter that’s not so little anymore!”
It was almost too much for me… her words stirring my base animal urge.
“Wicked Musalmān girl…having your Hindu father’s Uncut Hindu Lund in you.”
“Ohh Ammījān…it feels so naughty”
“MMmmm I know my love.”
“Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Ahhh Durgesh Papa…Ahh”
I growled my Hindu lust at her as I felt her young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vagina pulsing its grip on my Uncut Hindu Shaft.
“Do it…wicked Musalmān girl” I panted, piercing her ever harder, pumping her mercilessly as she came again.
It went on, on and on.
We fucked as if till infinity.
Almost all the positions were proposed by Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, one after one.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad blindly surrendered to her Ammī’s suggestions.
And then I found, ultimately, my control was weakening… I felt the Hindu seed boiling up within me.
“And I shall do it too…” I gasped, slowing my rhythm to savor the last moments.
“Ahh yes …ahh yes Durgesh Papa…do it in me…give me your Hindu seed.”
And Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s insistent voice was at fever pitch as she urged me too.
“Sperm her Durgesh …sperm my little Al Fātimah Al Aħad…fill her wicked young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb with your great Hindu seed that is filling now most of the exquisite Musalmān Beauties’ ravenous Musalmān wombs.”
I felt Al Muħammad Al Islam’s wife, Al Kħadījah Al Furqān’s expert fingers around the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft as I drove deepest.
She held my balls, knowing the moment was upon me.
“I want to feel you come in her. Do it!”
I could hold it no longer, I pressed forward to lodge the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund against her young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān womb and a huge jet of my Hindu semen coursed into her.
“Yes darling…do it…fill her.”
“Ahh Ahh Durgesh Papa YES!”
I growled my Hindu lust, and Al Kħadījah Al Furqān felt my Uncut Hindu Lund twitching violently, each jerking spasm sending a stream of potent Hindu sperm flooding her daughter’s young Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān vagina.
Al Fātimah Al Aħad’s lips joined to Mine, her breasts squashed tight to my chest as I continued to pour my apparently endless streams of Hindu seed into her, until at last I collapsed upon her, my chest heaving, and our hearts thumping together.
“Ahhh my sweet Al Fātimah Al Aħad.”
“Durgesh Papa…Ammījān…how I love you.”
“Honeymoon for one month.”Al Kħadījah Al Furqān announced, “Both of you are going tomorrow. All the arrangements have been taken care of.”
“You are also going with us, Ammījān.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad informed her.
“But—but we have a large business to take care of too.” Al Kħadījah Al Furqān stammered, “Durgesh, explain to her. At least someone of us must remain here to keep watch on—”
“Nonsense.”I scolded Al Kħadījah Al Furqān, “What are the managers for? Let me worry now about all these things. You come with us. And I don’t want to hear any more protest from you, Sālī.”
Al Fātimah Al Aħad laughed kissing and fucking me wildly,
Al Kħadījah Al Furqān sighed, smiled and surrendered.
What else could she do after all?
It was before proceeding that Al Fātimah Al Aħad received the much awaited call from Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan.
“Done.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad laughed triumphantly, “But Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan, I feel I cheated my Ammī.”
“Nonsense, everything is fair in love and war.”Sāliħah Muħammad Ħasan laughed wickedly.
“Yes, I think so.”
“Hey, you love Durgesh, don’t you?”
“More than my life even.”
“Of course, yaar.”
“So, Allaho Akbar. Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”
“Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah. Allaho Akbar.” Al Fātimah Al Aħad said enthusiastically.