It was difficult being around me the next day.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but glance at my Hindu crotch, and when she did, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see my great Hindu bulge.
How had she never noticed that before?
Once Al Fātimah Al Muħammad caught her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, looking.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes met and they had to chuckle.
The next night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was having trouble sleeping.
She refused to masturbate thinking about me.
It was just wrong.
I was the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.
Around midnight, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard something in the hallway and knew what it was.
She got up and opened her door a crack, just in time to see Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slip into my room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad followed her.
Just as she opened the door, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad caught her wrapping her hand — at least as much as it would go — around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered.
She looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“I can’t help it, Ammī. I have to feel how big this thing is.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started sliding her hand up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund, and it slowly got bigger.
“Allah! Holy shit.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stood there mesmerized as
my Uncut Hindu Lund got bigger and bigger.
“Look at his balls!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”
After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten my Uncut Hindu Lund to its full length.
“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could not stop staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. An Uncut Hindu Lund that big can only be called a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s panties were soaked again and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worried her scent would start filling the room.
“You wanna touch it, Ammī?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked, still stroking it.
“No, no, I can’t.”
Allah, how fascinated, how obsessed, how mesmerized, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad herself was.
She never admonished her daughter to stop it immediately.
Instead, she only said she couldn’t touch my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“C’mon, Ammī! What’s the big deal? It’s just a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I mean, it’s a big fucking unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad walked over and kneeled down next to Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She was still stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to be the one doing it.
But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just couldn’t, could she?
She grabbed her Ammī’s hand and put it on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Allah, God, it felt good.
It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though she’d never held one nearly this big.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was fondling my Hindu balls with both hands, while her Ammī Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked the shaft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad glanced at me, but I looked sound asleep.
“Alright,” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said after a minute. “My turn again.”
She put her hand on her Ammī’s and her Ammī reluctantly let it go.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started stroking again, but suddenly she did something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wasn’t prepared for.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and took my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! That’s too far now.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad warned her daughter.
She bobbed her head even after that for somewhat half an hour until it didn’t explode into her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad swallowed my entire Hindu Vīrý entirely unashamed of her and then took it out.
“Tastes fucking awesome, Ammī. Just let me do this again.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad seemed powerless to stop her.
Here Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, once more.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had to restrain herself from thrusting her own hand down her panties.
“Alright, enough, c’mon, let’s go.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and then let it go.
“You wanna turn?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt convulsed.
“I can’t do that, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”
“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-”
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t think of one good reason that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shouldn’t suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuffled over and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly moved out of the way.
After another glance at the still sleeping me, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and quickly shoved it in her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
It had been such a long time since Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done this, but she quickly remembered how to do it.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was so big Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could only get maybe half of it in her mouth, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went to down on it.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad slurped on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and didn’t care how much noise Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was making.
With her right hand, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad started pumping it in time to her sucking.
“Uh, Ammī,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad say, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went on sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund herself for more than even her daughter Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
Then, ultimately, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt My Hindu semen hit the back of her throat.
It was a bit of a surprise, but she quickly recovered and swallowed as much as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad hadn’t planned on making me come, but now that it had happened, it felt great.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
“That was awesome, Ammī! How does Durgesh’s Hindu spunk taste?”
Before Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could say anything, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and kissed her Ammī, sticking her own tongue in her Ammī’s mouth.
They kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.
They cleaned up me as best as they could and then left.*
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad went back to her room.
said as she went back to her room.
“Allah, God, I’m horny,” she said.
That makes two of us Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
She ripped off her now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed herself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt disgusted with herself for what Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done, and barely left her bedroom the next day.
Around noon, there was a knock on the door.
” Kħadījah, you okay?” It was I.
“Uh, yeah, Durgesh , just a headache. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay,” I said, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me go downstairs.
How could she ever face me again?
Fortunately I had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with my friends afterwards.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was getting ready for bed, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me come up the stairs and go into my room.
About an hour later, just as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was dozing off, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s door open.
Alright, enough, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad has to put an end to this.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her door just in time to see her slip into My room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped into the hall, but hesitated.
She didn’t think Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could in go in there.
She didn’t know what she’ll do.
No, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad have to stop Al Fātimah Al Muħammad from whatever she’s about to do.
But it was too late.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened the door, she was fully naked, riding My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, were shaking and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but look at them.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was about to tell her to stop, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad found herself, instead, with her hand down her panties.
Her pussy was so wet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad easily slipped two fingers inside.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her phūphājī, me.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched as she grinded her nice plump Musalmān ass on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and then she uttered a small cry.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew she had come.
She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off.
A trail of my Hindu cum and hers leaked out of her.
“Did he…?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad asked.
Allah, why the hell isn’t she angry with her daughter?
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled and nodded.
“It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked at her with envy, and then at My deflating unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“You gotta try that sometime, Ammī.”
What Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was afraid of happening, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t stop.
She rushed over to the bed and engulfed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The combination of my Hindu semen and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s own fluid was pungent, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t care.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad needed this unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund to get hard, and she needed it in her.
“Jeez, Ammī, you’re dirty!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said with a giggle.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sucked for all Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worth and it wasn’t long before the Hindu monster rose again.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly stripped and mounted me.
She barely even glanced to see if I was stirring.
Even if I awoke just then, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wouldn’t have stopped.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and put it the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit for a second, and then lowered herself down.
It felt like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was fucking herself with a baseball bat, but it was so good.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stayed like that for a Moment, and then started fucking me wildly.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad came over to the bed and just watched her Ammī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wiped the side of her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked impishly,
“How does my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot taste?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad smiled.
“Why the hell don’t you find out yourself?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongues wrestled for a Moment, and then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt a hand on her right tit.
She backed off.
“Naughty,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad didn’t move her hand, nor did Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad push it away.
With both hands, she started playing with her tits, and pulling on her nipples.
“You got great Musalmān tits, Ammī,” she said.
That was when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came the first time.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuddered and almost fell, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad grabbed her shoulders to steady her Ammī.
“Whoa. Good orgasm?”
She resumed playing with her tits as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad resumed riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt the bed compress a little as she got on it.
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt hair on her ass.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, what are you doing?”
“I’m licking Durgesh’s huge Hindu balls.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard her slurping for a while Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad continued to ride me.
All of a sudden Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s tongue on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, Allah, oh my God, what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer and kept licking both My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt her tongue move up her ass crack and a second later she was nibbling her asshole.
That’s when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came again.
This time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t hold it in and screamed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for what felt like five minutes, and when she dropped back to earth, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still licking her ass.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked down, My eyes were open.
I stared up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, a confused look on my face.
“Kħadījah? What the…”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone and just kept fucking me.
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sprung into action.
She quickly removed her lips from her Ammī’s asshole and straddled My Hindu chest.
“Hey, Durgesh! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”
Before I could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on my face.
I didn’t know when she had cleaned her Musalmān Cunt.
Or, her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done it with her tongue?
Anyway, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was absolutely clean when she squatted on my face, having my lips on her Musalmān Cunt.
I smiled before Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smothered me.
It didn’t take me long to start kissing her there.
We just stayed that way for a while, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad riding my face.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but watch Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s ass as she squirmed; I certainly looked like he knew what I was doing.
I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over her shoulder and smiled.
She then leaned forward and spread her legs and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see her asshole.
It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker.
Suddenly, more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to taste it.
I leaned forward and tried to put my face on her ass cheeks.
It was a little awkward because of our position, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly adjusted and my lips found her asscheeks.
Kissing her asscheeks felt like the most natural thing in the world.
It was delicious.
And Al Fātimah Al Muħammad loved it.
She was writhing as both Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and I serviced her private parts.
It was now too long before she screamed as she came.
I was too in action now.
A Moment later, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for the third time, and so did I.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was right; my Hindu semen shot into Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad like a cannon.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad kept My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my for a Moment , and then slowly got off.
Our combined fluids sloshed out of her.
We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t know what to say.
She’d just had the best sex of her life and it was with a Hindu Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always hated.
Finally, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad broke the silence.
“Hey, Durgesh ,” she said, lifting up my deflated and soggy unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. “Do you think this thing will fit in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Penetrate her Musalmān ass too, Durgesh. My daughter is crazier for your Uncut Hindu Lund than even her Ammī is. And thanks a lot for the ever great sex you have provided to us both, Ammī and daughter.”
I winked at both of them,
“It’s my pleasure, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lovers, and never think I was really sleeping.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad both were dumbfounded.
“It’s all right, come on.” I invited both of them, “Let’s have now a more participating threesome. You both have enjoyed your turns. Now let me be aggressive for change.”
They both looked at each other and then suddenly attacked me once more,
“Let’s see, Hindu Scoundrel, who is more aggressive once again. No cheating this time. Just go ahead and fuck both of us till we all the three exist.”
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All day at work, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī tried to banish images of my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mind.
The more Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī fought it, the more clearly she could see my long, hard Uncut Hindu Shaft with the shiny purple mushroom tip and the tight balls perfectly in place.
Is Durgesh really sixty four?
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī can’t believe it.
Allah, how she hated this man.
His entire life is nothing except his ever dirty, ever nāpāk, Uncut Hindu Lund in extremely tāhirāt, extremely muqaddas, muqaddastarīn, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.
And his Musalmān friends!
She understood them perfectly too.
They deliberately make Durgesh their friend.
It was the excuse they used to bring Durgesh to their homes and introduce their beautiful Musalmān wives to him so that they could get rid of their perfectly loyal and faithful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Are they really Musalmīn?
They deliberately keep their ever tāhirāt, ever muqaddasāt, ever sacred Musalmān wives, hungry for sex under this or that pretext.
Then they make friendship with Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu that has so unashamedly established his Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
The bloody munāfiqīn know very well that if their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are kept hungry for sex deliberately, and they meet Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, however hard their Musalmān wives fight to keep their Musalmān husband’s trust, Durgesh is infinitely expert in making them to surrender to his infinite dirty sexual Hindu lust for them.
Once Durgesh succeeds, and Durgesh never failed, not even a single time, the bloody munāfiqīn divorce their otherwise perfectly loyal Musalmān wives and marry another fresh Musalmān Beauties.
Allah, isn’t it a vicious circle the entire Muslimahs are facing every now and then?*
After breakfast, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had gone into the bathroom without knocking and seen Durgesh fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, on the shower stall.
“Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī!” Al Taqaddus Al Islam shouted, but it was too late; Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had already seen us.
Actually All of Durgesh.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had no idea Durgesh, 64 and a senior, was as hung as he was.
He was as big if not bigger than most men she had seen in the porn movies.
Yes, Muħammad could not satisfy Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
It was a blunder to marry Muħammad, even after his so grand an exposure, in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, by his then wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Someone else could have committed suicide.
But not Muħammad.
On the contrary, Muħammad’s friendship with Durgesh had more deepened instead.
Everyone was surprised and dumbfounded.
How the hell someone could be as shameless as Muħammad was.
“Why?” Muħammad argued furiously, “whatsoever was done, it was done by my then ever sex hungry wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. She used Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund as an excuse. Durgesh was used by my then ever cunning wife. What Durgesh has done? He even resisted, but…”
Everyone was dumbfounded hearing Muħammad’s such utmost absurd excuses.
Yet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī married Muħammad.
She needed an ever competent manager for her Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī Multi National Group of Companies.
She was a trillionaire.
What scared her most was that each time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought of it, she could feel a tingle in her loins and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moisten.
When she got home late that day, she was surprised to find that her panties were drenched.
Allah, no Hindu please.
Not Durgesh, the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw them in the hamper and slid on a new pair.
I myself couldn’t stop thinking of Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Everything she did around me was sexualized now.
She could be watching the internet or TV, still it made me hard.
The outfits she wore made me hard; the way she chastely, honorably kissed my cheek or forehead, as I was her Nandoī, her brother in law after all, made me hard.
The scent of her in the bathroom after Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had used it made me hard.
The sight of her folded undies on her bed made me hard.
It was a torture living in that house with her, having a semi-permanent hard on around her.
Finally I confided in a friend about the feelings he was having about Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
“Is that all?” the friend smiled.
“You don’t think that’s weird?” I looked at her.
“Please,” the beautiful Musalmān lady said. “If you think that’s hot, listen to this. Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī lets me use her underwear to finger me in. Once she even helped me, so long as I promised not to tell my parents.”
“What do you mean ‘helped you’?”
“I mean, she fingered me off with her own hand!”
Durgesh smiled fucking her.
“How was it?”
“How was it? Are you kidding me, it was amazing. I don’t know where Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī learned it, but she knows how finger me off better than I do myself.”
“And she doesn’t mind?”
“Hell no. She even said that she’d rather I be doing this stuff at home with her, than Allah målūm, God knows, where with whom catching some horrible disease.”
“Gee, that makes sense,” I said. “I had never though of it that way before. It’s safer.”
“Yeah,” the extremely beautiful Musalmān lady grinned, constricting her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Lund. “It’s safer and it sure as hell is hotter. I don’t have to waste my time dating anyone except you, Durgesh darling, and taking them out to dinner. All I have to do is knock on Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī’s door, butter her up and let things happen.”
“How do you butter her up?” I smiled.
“You know. All I have to do is tell her how much I love her and hug her and give her kisses and tell her how beautiful she is. It never fails.”
“It’s that easy?”
“Yup, once you find out she wants it as much as you do, it is.”*
She marched inside extremely excited.
“Ammī, do you know that Durgesh has a huge penis?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad almost spit out the tea she was drinking.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sat down next to me at the kitchen table.
“What?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sputtered.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was grinning.
“Yeah. Durgesh just walked by my room naked after his shower. I guess he didn’t know I was in there. I didn’t get a great look at it, but it looked massive.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad frowned.
“It was just flopping all around, It was freakin’-”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, that’s your phūphājī you’re talking about.”
“I know, but the size of that thing. Ammī, you can’t believe it. Have you seen it?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! Of course I haven’t seen it.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said bitterly, “I wasn’t there in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club, when your Abbū’s now former wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, shamelessly exhibited it to your Abbū and the rest of everyone present there.”
“It’s really something to be put in Exhibition, Ammī.”
“Lighten up, Ammī. Is Abbū big?”
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Is he?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad insisted mischievously.
“Um, I think Muħammad is pretty average, not so smallest as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say and the media is repeating constantly being bribed by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah constantly to justify herself. I don’t know.”
“Durgesh must get it from his side of the family then.”
He doesAl Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was instantly reminded of the time she’d caught Durgesh fucking her friend, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, when Al Taqaddus Al Islam had come to visit her.
She watched Durgesh and Al Taqaddus Al Islam fucking passionately shamelessly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew, her friends fuck Durgesh.
That was the real reason they were her friends.
Durgesh’s penis appeared to her as if it was a foot long.
“Um, I don’t know. So, what do you have planned for today?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad talked about how her and her college friends were getting together later that day, but her constant smile told Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still thinking about her phūphājī, Durgesh.
Allah, how crazy we Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies are for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sighed.
It was really unique and legendary.
Late that night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard some noise in the hallway and got out of bed.
She opened her bedroom door a crack and saw Al Fātimah Al Muħammad near Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered, stepping into the hallway. “What are you doing?”
“Um, just going to the bathroom.”
“The bathroom’s that way,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said pointing the opposite way.
“Oh, yeah,” she said, and started walking back towards Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“What were you really doing?”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad for a Moment . “I just wanted to see it again, okay?”
In the dim light, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her grin.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, no! He’s your phūphājī!”
“I just want to see it, Ammī. Just for a minute. I just wanna see if it was as big as it looked.”
She walked back to Durgesh ‘s room.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!”
She looked back at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and then opened my door and went in.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly followed.
I was lying on my back, my comforter covering most of his lower half.
From a couple of inadvertent glimpses of my bare butt, and one time my balls — which, now that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought about it were pretty big — Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew Durgesh slept naked.
Well, the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu, she smiled mischievously.
Actually it was the other way round.
The ever horny beautiful Muslimāt fuck Durgesh, Durgesh doesn’t fuck them.
Why otherwise Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had to run her ever utmost infamous Seven Movements?
The street lights illuminated Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s wicked grin as she crept over to the side of the bed and got to her knees.
“Do you think he’s wearing anything?” she asked.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t say that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew he wasn’t.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, this has gone far enough. What if he wakes up?”
Why the hell she isn’t stopping her daughter strictly?
Why taking it so softly?
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad is an ever insistent ever persistent young lady.
Any strict behaviour with her will produce exactly the opposite result.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad scoffed.
“Durgesh ? He could sleep through an earthquake. Actually, he did sleep through an earthquake once, didn’t he? He fucks his Musalmān yalāyalīs 24x7x365. That’s why he is so tired that …”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slowly lifted the comforter off me, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad saw her eyes grew wide.
“Allah! Holy shit!”
She moved the comforter so that I was full exposed.
Allah! Good God, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Durgesh does really have a huge penis.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, beaming.
“Look at the size of this thing, Ammī! And it’s not even hard!”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was startled at her daughter’s boldness.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was at least six inches long and probably five around.
It had a nice big head to match and seemed to be completely hairless.
It was the first penis even Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad ‘d seen in person in almost a year, and although it disgusted Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad a little, she could feel her own panties start to moisten.
“How big do you think this monster will get?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, c’mon, you’ve seen it, okay? Let’s go.”
“Alright.” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad stared at my Uncut Hindu Lund for another Moment, reluctantly covered me up again and followed her Ammī out of the room.
“Did you see the size of that thing, Ammī? Biggest dick I’ve ever seen.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched her daughter go back to her room, worriedly.
By the time she herself got back into bed, her own pussy was soaked.
How could she blame her daughter?*
When Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī got home that day, I met her at the door and hugged and kissed her.
She was overwhelmed.
“Wow, what do I owe this for, my Hindu Nandoī, the ever infamous Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she said, smiling and teasing me.
I smiled too. “I don’t know. Just for being such a great Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.”
“How many wives your ‘sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam’ (?) has? Breaking the record of the original Muħammad Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam? Kambakħt every so called Musalmān, named Muħammad, thinks he himself is Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.”
I hadn’t released new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, still, from my embrace.
My right Hindu palm was still on her ever gorgeous Musalmān buttocks.
She felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rising between her legs.
She looked into my eyes and enjoyed my erection mischievously, between her legs.
“What about the Kħadījahs? Aren’t they themselves countless too?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes too, “And don’t they too think they are Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid razī Allahu tålā ånahā themselves?”
She smiled and changed the subject prudently.
“Ahhh,” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī cooed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hugged me back. “If you keep this up, you’ll get that my Nanads, my sisters in law jealous of me too.”
But I didn’t care what her Nanads think anymore; I wanted her, my own Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Dinner was a quiet affair, candle lit with a lot of shy glances shot across the table.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī couldn’t shake the feeling that she was on a date of sorts.
Allah, date with Durgesh?
She must be crazy.
Only because he has played somewhat with her buttocks, and consequently hardened somewhat between her legs, she thinks he wants her too?
Isn’t she being somewhat over confident now?
“Listen,” she said. “I’m sorry I barged in on you this morning.”
I smiled it off. “It’s fine. I mean, it’s not like it isn’t anything you haven’t seen before, right? Moreover, you are most welcome whenever you want to see it again.”
“Shut up. Your sālā Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam will murder me.” she smiled, although it was something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hadn’t seen before.
I was hung like a horse.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī hesitated, then said, she couldn’t hold back anymore, she said, “How long has it been like that? I mean,” she said, “how long have you been,” she gulped, “hardening on me?”
I was matter of fact suddenly.
I looked at her.
“I guess since last year. It grew a lot that year, on you.”
“I can see that,” she said, regretting it immediately. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī. Chill out. I am not offering a baby, my baby to you. It’s natural physical reaction of our bodies, you know. What do you think, I am not aware of the fact that if I harden on you, you wet on me too?”
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s the limit, shut up.” Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī felt embarrassed. She looked at me complaining,
“We may have our own natural physical reactions, we can’t help it. But please, let it go at that.”
Okay.” I smiled, “Now why don’t you draw yourself a bath and relax?”
“That’s very nice of you, to suggest it.” she said, getting up. “Thank you.”
I’m a real horny toad, my darling, was what I thought.
Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī went upstairs to the bathroom.
She plugged the drain in the tub, ran some hot water, lit some candles and started to undress.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī threw her dirty clothes into the hamper slid herself into the hot bath.
She let herself soak.
Soon her hand found her clit and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and she started to think of My Uncut Hindu Lund.
In the morning, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, was still wearing her bathrobe.
I went to her and hugged her.
“Easy there, mister,” she said, pushing me away.
I hadn’t realized I had morning wood, and it was pressing it up against Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She pretended to be shocked but deep down she liked how hard and big it felt against her tummy.
Yes, she too gets wet on Durgesh whenever Durgesh’s ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund touches her between her legs.
If Durgesh has a right to harden on her, why similarly she herself doesn’t have a right to wet on Durgesh?
They aren’t brother and sister.
They are brother in law and sister in law.
In law, Not actually.
“Now,” she said, “what do you want for breakfast?”
Later that day, when Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, came home from work, I put my plan into action.
I told her how beautiful she was and how much I loved her.
“Awwwe, why thank you honey.”
And then I hugged her and kissed her, which was she was fine with until I tried to kiss her on the mouth.
“What’s gotten into you, Durgesh? I’m your Salhaj, your sister in law,. Not some hussy you met at a bar.”
“Well, I think I took some more liberty erroneously, than you are ready to give me. I’m sorry,” I said gravely.
“Okay. It’s alright if you say so. Will you be kind enough to leave me alone for a moment?”
“Oh, sure, why not?”
I smiled and moved to my room.
After a few moments, I heard a knock at the door.
It was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had come to apologize to me.
“I’m sorry I blew up at you. I guess it’s been hard on us. It was your natural physical reaction. What a kiss when you already harden between my legs and I wet on your Hindu erection usually. Let’s kiss and make up.”
So, it was this?
She had regretted immediately that she hadn’t allowed me to kiss on her mouth.
This time, she wasn’t taking any chances?
I hugged and gave her just a peck on the cheek.
Somehow this felt unsatisfying to both me and Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī.
She drew tiny circles on the back of my hand and smiled,
“I guess it’s O.K. if you kiss me on the mouth every now and then. But don’t make it a habit, O.K.? Will it do?”
“O.K.,” I smiled too.
“So what are you waiting for then?”
I closed my eyes, leaned in and kissed Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī on her extremely beautiful red crimson lips.
It was a dry and chaste kiss until Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī opened her mouth and kissed me back.
Instinctively, I opened my mouth too and soon we were sucking on each other’s tongues.
I felt my mind drift and forgot completely that the person I was kissing was Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī, not my own wife.
“That was my fault,” she said. “I got carried away.”
She bit down on her lower lip, walked away and shut herself in her bedroom.
She couldn’t believe Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had just French kissed e.
It wasn’t sin, gunāh, yet, but it wasn’t far either.
She went to bed, determined not to let her desires get the better of her.*
The next morning she was standing in the kitchen when I came in.
I kissed her good morning on the cheek.
She kissed me back, then thought, what the hell, and pulled me close and planted one on my lips.
My mind was spinning.
As I stood there in the kitchen French kissing Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī my hands, which were wrapped around her waist, fell to her buttocks and this I could hear made Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī moan.
Nevertheless she pulled up my hands so they were back at her waist.
“You shouldn’t do that to your Salhaj, your sister in law, at least when we kiss.” she said afterward. “Kissing me is one thing; groping me at the same time, is another.”
“I promise I won’t rape you.”
“I’m afraid I thought you were going to.”
“Never,” I looked into her eyes gravely, “yes, I was about to make love to you. But it was only a suggestion. If you turn it down, you have every damn right to do so. No hard feelings from me on that. Is it alright with you?”
new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī smiled at me,
“Sure, sorry I turned you down.”
“It’s all right. It’s a woman’s right to choose who may enter her and who can’t.”
I told my friend about my make out session with Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī and my friend patted me on the shoulder.
“She’ll be yours in no time. Just make sure you don’t cum too early.”
Easier said than done, I thought, especially considering how hot Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī was.
At work, Muħammad’s new Trillionaire wife, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī thought about the scene in the kitchen with me and how my hands had instinctively reached for her ass.
Yet, it was natural.
She had herself dreamed of me, when kissing her, always grabbing for her behind.
This made her smile.
Secretly, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad Al Hāshmī had liked it and it had made her moan but she didn’t want to give me the idea.
I was her Nandoī, her brother in law and she was my Salhaj, my sister in law.
In Hinduism it wasn’t any sin for me to fuck my Musalmān Salhajs.
Lord Bhagvān Vishñu had made love to his Salhajs, his sisters in law, Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
But in Islam, it was a sin, a gunāh.
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Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dipped her finger in and out three times, and as I zoomed the view back out, I smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back.
“That’s a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex goddess,” I grunted.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, smiled at me and clinched her already tightest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around my ever undefeatable, ever insuperable, ever insurmountable Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped forward into the shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān body.
“Come on, you ever hottest Musalmān Sex goddess, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad. Do it.” I winked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall.
I smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rested on the shower floor.
I could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, her asshole, tits and face and I felt my heart lifted in excitement.
“Go on. Get busy.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb called.
“Lubnā Åālamgīr, don’t forget Durgesh and Ħanīfah Arbāz are going to be here soon,”
Lubnā Åālamgīr headed to her room.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb went on to say,
“You need to clean up your room so we can put a mattress on the floor for your cousin.”
“Yes Ammī,” Lubnā Åālamgīr called back, repressing a sigh.
It wasn’t that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t like having her Hindu Stepfather and cousin around.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had actually been looking forward to seeing us.
It was just that growing up Lubnā Åālamgīr and I had always seemed to Lubnā Åālamgīr that we liked spending time with each other more than Lubnā Åālamgīr did.
It wasn’t as if we ignored Lubnā Åālamgīr.
We let Lubnā Åālamgīr hang out with us, and everything.
Nevertheless, Lubnā Åālamgīr often got the feeling that she was intruding somehow.
The way her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had been going on about our visit just reminded Lubnā Åālamgīr of those feelings of being left out.
Lubnā Åālamgīr sometimes mentally blamed it on the age difference.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was about two years younger than Ħanīfah Arbāz was.
Yet it wasn’t such a big deal these days.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was eighteen and Ħanīfah Arbāz was twenty.
It was not as significant a gap as when Ħanīfah Arbāz and Lubnā Åālamgīr were younger.
There was nothing Lubnā Åālamgīr could do, at this point, though.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I had been really close when Ħanīfah Arbāz was growing up and had moved into an apartment together after Ħanīfah Arbāz’s high school.
There was just no way Lubnā Åālamgīr could compete with Ħanīfah Arbāz.
Still, it would be nice to have us around for a few days.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I didn’t live particularly far away.
Nevertheless, it was far enough that Lubnā Åālamgīr hardly got to see Ħanīfah Arbāz anymore.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had been toying with the idea of finding a place closer to Ħanīfah Arbāz when she moved out.
Being eighteen and almost done school all Lubnā Åālamgīr could think about was finally getting a place of her own, even if it was just a tiny apartment somewhere.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was distracted enough by her thoughts and cleaning up that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway until Lubnā Åālamgīr happened to turn around.
I was leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed just watching Lubnā Åālamgīr.
“Allah, Allah, oh my God, Durgesh, how long have you been standing there?” Lubnā Åālamgīr demanded.
“A Couple of minutes,” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr never called me ‘Dad’.
She hated me actually that her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had left her Abbū to live in relationship with me.
Well, she never hated her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, for it.
However, Lubnā Åālamgīr never accepted me even her Stepfather.
She always called me ‘Durgesh’.
Most of my Musalmān stepdaughters did the same.
Well, it was natural also.
They were adult yet they were not mature enough to understand the interpersonal relationship between a man and woman/women optimum.
Their adulthood could give them legal rights only, not the knowledge, experiences and understanding derived.
I had an amazing poker face when I wanted to, and I was giving no indication of what I was thinking.
Even though Lubnā Åālamgīr couldn’t read my face, Lubnā Åālamgīr decided I probably wasn’t up to anything.
I must have just wanted to see how long it would take her to notice me.
Lubnā Åālamgīr stepped into my arms as I opened them for Lubnā Åālamgīr and we hugged.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lingered a little longer than she usually would have.
It had been a while since her last boyfriend and the contact with a guy felt good, even if I was her Hindu Stepfather.
“Where’s Ħanīfah Arbāz?” Lubnā Åālamgīr asked, finally releasing me.
“Downstairs, still talking.” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave me a light shove and I backed up, letting Lubnā Åālamgīr past me in the hallway.
Lubnā Åālamgīr turned the corner to find Ħanīfah Arbāz just reaching the top of stairs.
“Ħanīfah Arbāz!” Lubnā Åālamgīr hurried the last few steps and threw her arms around her.
“Hey Lubnā Åālamgīr,” she replied.
She pushed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to arm length after a moment and looked her up and down.
“You’re getting bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave her a confused look,
“I don’t think I’m any taller since last time you were here.”
“I meant your boobs. They seem bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr blushed and made sure I wasn’t within earshot.
After all, I was not her stepfather for her.
Instead, I was a communal sexual Hindu for her that has succeeded in breaking countless Musalmān homes by snatching away extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives from their Musalmān husbands.
How those extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives were suffering from their Musalmān husbands’ unjustified behaviour with them, wasn’t important to her at all.
Being Just Eighteen Just Adult only, Lubnā Åālamgīr was unable to understand interpersonal relationship optimum.
Yet, she didn’t understand her incapability in the matter too.
“Yeah, they’ve been growing some.” Lubnā Åālamgīr said blushing very much.
“They look nice.”
Ħanīfah Arbāz’s last comment confused Lubnā Åālamgīr a little, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t worry about it for too long.
She followed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to her room and sat down on the bed cross-legged.
Ħanīfah Arbāz loved talking and she kept Lubnā Åālamgīr entertained while Lubnā Åālamgīr finished cleaning up the room.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“Sit down, please.” I also smiled at Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, “Welcome at Ashvinātam in Ved Nagar. It’s not so many Musalmīn want to see me after their Musalmān Houseladies break their home for me. Thanks for seeing me even after your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, broke your home for me.”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled gravely.
“Thanks for seeing me and offering me a seat.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Thank you. I think Ummat-e-Muslimah is suffering from degeneration nowadays.”
“Ummat-e-Muslimah?” I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gravely, “Ummat-e-Muslimah only?”
“You don’t agree with me?”
“On the contrary, I agree with you completely, Maulānā Muħtarim.” I said, “In addition, I think every society nowadays is suffering from degeneration, not only Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Hindu Society too?” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr watched me cagily.
“Hindu Society too.”
“Well, I thought you are an utmost successful Hindu leader.”
“Sure, I am. Sure, I am. Yet, I am Not a communal Hindu.”
“Do you think I am a communal Musalmān?”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prudently.
I never expected such a direct question from him.
“Does it make any difference in the matter you came to me to discuss about?”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr didn’t answer my question directly.
Instead, he smiled too,
“I presume you think I’m a heel or impotent.”
“It’s a temptation to answer that question in detail. That’s not an auspicious, a positive beginning.”
“So, in addition to other things, my wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, has told you that I’m a negative person too?”
“Have you come to me to discuss your wife with me?”
“Certainly not if you are afraid to discuss her with her still legal Musalmān husband.”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr astutely.
“Why do you want to discuss her with me?”
“Because I want to clear my own position.”
“Does it make any difference?”
“Not to you, not to my wife, but to me.” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr also watched me circumspectly now.
“I see. How?”
“I’m sure she has portrayed me black in your eyes.”
“Every woman, who leaves her husband, does it.” I said gravely, “Even the most unfaithful wife never advises her lover, she is guilty of anything. What’s different there if Jamīlah Aurangzeb also resorted to the same line? You certainly don’t think me such a fool to believe her every word against you.”
“Why not? She is extremely beautiful. I know the power of an extreme Musalmān Beauty, rather Musalmān Beauties, on you ever sexual Hindus.”*
That night, after putting on her nightshirt, Lubnā Åālamgīr settled in on the far side of her bed and waited for Ħanīfah Arbāz to get back from the bathroom.
They had gotten the mattress set up for her, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t think she would actually use it.
They always slept together in her bed when Ħanīfah Arbāz stayed over, it had plenty of room and neither of them had a problem with sharing.
Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, didn’t seem to understand that though and Lubnā Åālamgīr had given up trying to argue the point with her.
Ħanīfah Arbāz closed the door and turned off the light before walking over to the bed and climbing in beside Lubnā Åālamgīr.
They stayed up for a while just talking and giggling before eventually falling asleep.
Lubnā Åālamgīr woke sometime early in the morning.
She found that she had rolled onto her side facing away from Ħanīfah Arbāz.
She also found that at some point Ħanīfah Arbāz had curled up behind Lubnā Åālamgīr and draped her arm across her.
Lubnā Åālamgīr thought about shifting or waking her up, but it actually felt kind of nice and it wasn’t doing any harm.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lay there for a while feeling the warmth of Ħanīfah Arbāz’s body wrapped around herself, before drifting off again.
When Lubnā Åālamgīr awoke the second time, the sunlight was beginning to pour through the window and Lubnā Åālamgīr knew she had to get up soon.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gently lifted Ħanīfah Arbāz’s arm and started to slide out, trying not to wake her.
“Mmph, don’t go, you’re so cuddly,” Ħanīfah Arbāz mumbled.
She freed her arm from Lubnā Åālamgīr’s grasp and wrapped it back around her waist, holding Lubnā Åālamgīr tight.
“I gotta go to University Ħanīfah Arbāz,” Lubnā Åālamgīr said, tugging at her wrist.
“Just five more minutes.”
“Ħanīfah Arbāāāāāāāz−,” Lubnā Åālamgīr whined.
“Okay, okay.” She pulled her arm off Lubnā Åālamgīr and let Lubnā Åālamgīr crawl over her to get off the bed.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had a quick shower and grabbed some toast before just barely catching her bus.
University was predictably tedious, made worse that day because Lubnā Åālamgīr actually had a reason to want to get home afterward.
The main thing that kept Lubnā Åālamgīr from completely giving up on it was the knowledge that Lubnā Åālamgīr only had to get through a few more months and then Lubnā Åālamgīr was done.*
Life around home had gotten rather routine, in spite of the fact that her daughter and son both were also staying with her family.
About two weeks ago, something happened that changed her life forever.
It was a cooler summer evening and I was lying in the bedroom listening to some classical music I loved very much.
As far as I knew, my wife, my live in relationship partner, was doing a crossword puzzle in the other room and everyone else was gone doing their own things.
Ultimately, I decided to get myself a glass of juice from the kitchen.
Picking up my dirty socks, I threw them in the hamper as I walked past it on the way to the front of the house.
Approaching the dining room, I could see into the kitchen.
Then it caught my eye; growing bigger and bigger with every step I took.
Soon it was all that I could see.
It took up my whole visual field and caused my Uncut Hindu Cock to get instantly harder.
It was a giant ass in a pair of intense green sweat pants.
The pants were just tight enough that they formed the outline of both cheeks perfectly pushing deeply into that wonderful ass crack.
She was bent over the counter pushing out her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass invitingly.
I didn’t know, or care, what she was doing.
I just had to play with that big Musalmān ass!
It was firm enough that it stood up on its own; no sagging at all.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I just had to fuck the owner of that wonderful Musalmān ass.
Yes, yes, I doubtlessly have my morals.
Nevertheless, no morals stop a Hindu not to fuck a Musalmān Beauty if she is available to him and Hinduism/ Ved doesn’t prohibit him from doing it.
Now I was within reach and pondered her next move only for a couple of seconds before swinging into action.
Quickly I grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and gave a hearty downward yank.
It took a second yank as the front got caught between the counter and her magnanimous body.
Freed of that monster Musalmān ass the pants fell to her knees revealing a sexy pair of brilliant purple bikini XL panties.
My heart fluttered out of control.
Within a single second, I lifted my hand and gave that huge Musalmān bum a hard swat.
She made a little grunt.
Instantly I gave her a second swat twice as hard as the first.
This time she let out a loud squeal.
As I began, swinging my arm down full force for a third swing it came to me that my wife didn’t own any purple panties and in fact hated the color purple. And furthermore, that squeal sure didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind that my wife had said she had to go out for the evening and was only working on the crossword puzzles until it was time to leave.
Looking up her body, I realized that this was in fact my ‘daughter in law’, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, whom I was spanking.
Yes, Naåīmuddīn wasn’t my real son.
Nevertheless, his Ammī, Āsiyah Nādir, was my live in relationship partner now.
The third swat hit with a thunderous sound as my hand bounced off my hot rump from the pure force of the swat.
Instantaneously careful now, I quickly drew back my hand.
I was even more vigilant when she swung around to face me and my Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching in my pants.
I couldn’t believe that I was still horny and that part of me wanted Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
However, I had enough composure hurriedly to blurt out,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m sorry I thought you were my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir.”
“You Hindu scoundrel, what do you think I don’t know you perfect? leave my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass alone. I perfectly know you are always after us Musalmān Beauties to fuck us.” she yelled as we were face to face inches apart.
Then she tried to slap the right and then left side of my face as hard as she could.
Already prepared for her such response, I held her arm before she could succeed.
“Bitch, I said I am sorry,” I snapped back and smacked both sides of her buttocks once again.
Why her buttocks?
I was certainly in obsession still now with her extraordinary incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
Even the awareness that she was my ‘daughter in law’, had couldn’t change my passion for her extraordinary beautiful buttocks.
She and her Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn always hated me openly that I had broken their home by snatching away, Āsiyah Nādir, from her duly married Musalmān husband.
They both were openly anti Hindu, criminal minded and immensely communal Musalmān.
“The fuck you are sorry, fuck head,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s face was red with anger.
Then again, I felt the nonstop attempts and potential sting of twin slaps across my face.
“You God Damn fucking communal Musalmān bitch,” I ranted slapping her buttocks even harder.
Our bodies were creeping closer together.
We could feel each other’s hot breath.
“You my Ammī fucking Hindu prick,” again she loaded to slap me.
I caught her hand again before the slap reached its target.
After a strange pause of about a second, our faces drew together with mouths wide open.
Before we knew what we were doing, we were engaged in the most passionate hungry kiss in the history of mankind.
Our hips now ground against each other.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I yelped as our lips parted for a millisecond.
“Yes, yes, I’m so hot, I am a Musalmān Beauty. Am I not?” my partner replied in the wildest of passion.
Hands traversed wildly over our bodies.
When I gave her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a firm Hindu squeeze she responded by grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pelvic bone hard against my Hindu erection.
Savagely she yanked open my shirt causing buttons to fly all over the kitchen.
Deciding what was good for her was good for me I returned the gesture and ripped her blouse open. Her buttons joined mine on the floor.
My hands grabbed her big Musalmān boobs through her bra and gave them a hard squeeze.
I was just about to reach around and unfasten the bra when I felt her hands on my belt.
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She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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Three sons three Ammīs
I was only nineteen when Åāýéshah was born.
Her Ammījān and I studied together in a result-oriented school at Park Road, Anna Nagar Western Extension, Chennai.
We fucked every now and then.
In fact, I hadn’t any interest in study.
I had my interest in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
I was the exptremely successful editor of ‘Film Apsarā’ at Delhi in my very 19 even.
Every one was astonished on my such a great success at my teens only.
I went Chennai for my duties and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
But we were surprised when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad became pregnant by a friend of ours, Åbdul Raħmān.
“Sorry, Durgesh!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said in a shameful voice, “Åbdul Raħmān had seen us fucking. If I hadn’t allowed him, he threatened me not to marry.”
“What? Kħadījah, you never told me that you won’t marry me.”
“I think we must both come clean, Durgesh!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said gravely.
“Kħadījah, what do you mean, ‘come clean’?”
“Durgesh, I know ab initio you are interested in me for sex only.”
“Every boy in a girl is interested for sex, Kħadījah! what’s new there?”
“We can have sex with each other, as much as we please, but we can’t marry.”
“Let’s be honest and frank.”
“And why should I, damn it? What have I to lose? Åbdul Raħmān has already consented that I can continue to fuck you even after my nikāħ with him. I’ve nothing to lose, neither you’ve to. You can fuck me even when Åbdul Raħmān would be present there.”
I was stunned,
“He has promised me even to guide your Uncut Hindu Penis to my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, holding it, and moreover, Åbdul Raħmān has promised to clean my Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt by licking it deepest after you fuck me.”
I was dumb founded.
It was a difficult pregnancy.
Yet, nothing sinister happened.
Åāýéshah was born.
She never liked her Ammījān or Abbū.
She had seen us naked together when she was too young to understand sexual relations.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and Åbdul Raħmān both were very negligent and utmost irresponsible parents.
It brought, and kept, Åāýéshah and me very close through the years.
She was my darling Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl and I was the only man in her life.
By the time Åāýéshah reached eighteen, I noted quite a few things about her.
First she had become a very beautiful and very sexy woman.
Åāýéshah looked like her Ammījān, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, in all respects except in the dress of Paavaadai from Chennai Silks.
On more than one occasion, I caught Åāýéshah staring at me at my evererect Uncut Hindu Penis, under my pants and lower.
She never said anything about it, though.
Second, I noticed that she never really had any boyfriends to make her mobile phone busy, nor receiving filthy sms messages.
She always seemed to prefer hanging out with me, saying that boys of her own age weren’t mature enough.
That suited her just fine because it allowed her to be closer to me than ever before.
Her nineteenth birthday was a turning point for the both of us.
I took her out to a cozy little restaurant for dinner far away from our home to Neelangarai sea beach.
It was dark, and the atmosphere made things very romantic.
We didn’t say much, mostly just kept glancing at each other.
I knew what Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān wanted from me, but I was already 61.
I did not want a 19 years old girl for sex now.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was still alive, and she suited me more.
Åbdul Raħmān kept his promise.
We enjoyed our threesome very much.
When dinner was over, we drove home in silence.
We got to the house and I gave her the pattu pavadai from Pothy’s, T.Nagar, and the special birthday cake I’d purchased for her.
After we’d each had a piece, Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān thanked me and said she was going to get undressed and get ready for bed.
She went to her room and I went to mine.
I took off my clothes and put on my silk dhotī unusually.
I tried to search my lower my best, but it was not there anywhere.
I waited about another fifteen minutes and I went to her room.
Åāýéshah was sitting in front of the mirror, wearing only her Paavadai and Tha…
I walked over to her, took her hairbrush and began gently brushing her hair,
“Åāýéshah, have you seen my lower? It’s not there anywhere.”
Åāýéshah’s heart was racing a thousand miles an hour, and I could hear Åāýéshah’s rapid breathing.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I haven’t. Why don’t you ask Ammījān and Abbū?” Åāýéshah replied innocently.
“I’ve five or six lowers here, but none is there anywhere.”
I put the brush down and, as I sat down behind her, Åāýéshah began massaging my shoulders,
I let out a slight moan and told Åāýéshah that she was doing a good job.
She continued rubbing my shoulders with one hand and placed her other hand on my knee.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! that sent a jolt of electricity through me that went straight to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Åāýéshah got bolder and started sliding her hands farther down my front while she started kissing my neck too.
Åāýéshah let her hand wander inside my silk dhotī and began to massage my balls.
I could feel her excitement increase as she found my Uncut Hindu Penis hard and began playing with it.
Before I could protest at that point, Åāýéshah took my hand, and sat me down on the bed suddenly.
She bent over and kissed me on my Hindu lips.
She kissed me not as uncle and niece, but as lovers do, with her tongue wrapping around mine.
“Åāýéshah,” I fidgeted, “I’m already 61, my darling.”
“Yes, I know. But Ghazālah says you are still hardest even among Hindus.”
“Ghazālah?” I retorted, “That oversexy friend of yours who raped me, filmed entire episode and now threatens me to make it public if I don’t continue to fuck her?”
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān smiled,
“You didn’t leave her another option, darling!”
“She is crazy. I told her I’m already 61, but—“
“The more reason to fuck you for us teen Musalmān Beauties.” Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān laughed.
“Surprised?” Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān laughed again, “None is as hardest as you are at his 61. You are a miracle.”
“Åāýéshah, I say—“
“Åāýéshah, I say—“
“Don’t say, listen.” Åāýéshah cut me in the middle, “Listen to me, please! We teen Musalmān Beauties are Not asking you to marry with us. We know you are already married and you are a father of five handsome Hindu sons.”
“Åāýéshah, I say—“
“Why can’t you fuck us teen Musalmān Beauties too, yaar? What’s wrong with you?”
“Ghazālah says she finds you hardest every time she makes you fuck her. Her Hindu friends are even jealous of you. She is trying to find her own ‘Åbdul Raħmān’ for her, as my Ammījān did.”
“Why shouldn’t she? I ask you. Tell me one single rational behind your irrational adamance against us teen Musalmān Beauties.”
“Oh, may I be frank?” I asked gravely now.
“Yes, please! that’s what we all teen Musalmān Beauties want to hear from you.” Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān also said gravely.
I looked at her.
Åāýéshah brought her hand down, brought my Uncut Hindu Penis out and started to play with it again.
“You’d feel insulted.” I said at the length.
“I’m truthful to you, Åāýéshah!”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Being 61, I’ve enjoyed countless Musalmān Beauties of every age group.”
“Yes, I know it.”
“To be frank, even when I was in my teens, I loved to fuck my senior Musalmān Beauties more than those younger to me or of my similar age group.”
“Absolutely true, my darling,word by word.”
“Word by word?”
“Ya, except their dramatic representation and the change of names of some persons and places. They didn’t allow me legally to expose their true identity. They allowed me to write about us only on this condition.”
“But I don’t understand why—“
“You are too young to understand these matters, Åāýéshah. So are the other teen Musalmān Beauties.”
“It’s not as easy as you teen Musalmān Beauties think.”
“Why don’t you let us decide for us, ourselves?”
“You are too young to understand these matters, Åāýéshah. So are the other teen Musalmān Beauties. I’ve already said it.”
“Bosh and nonsense!” Åāýéshah snapped.
“You all have knowledge only, Not experience.”
“Yet, our constitution trust us to vote for our Government?” Åāýéshah laughed ironically.
“Well, that’s another matter.”
“No. If we teens can be trusted to vote for our Government, why can’t we be truted to decide about our sex life as well?”
“If we teens are trusted to decide the fate of our millions of country persons, why can’t we decide our own individual fate?”
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān licked slowly down my belly until she felt my pubic hair against her lips.
She placed her hands on my ass cheeks and began kissing, licking and sucking my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Åāýéshah began screaming too,
Sometimes she was telling me,
“Hi, Durgesh, your Uncut Hindu Penis is taking me to Jannat-e-Firdaus, I love you Durgesh.”
After she came, she kissed me full on the lips.
She opened my robe to reveal my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock fully now, sticking straight up and drooling massive amounts of pre-cum again.
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand as she knelt in front of me.
In one motion, she began stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock and took it into her mouth once more.
Her rapid stroking and sucking caused me come in less than two hours.
Åāýéshah readily swallowed it again.
The evening didn’t end there.
Before the night was over, Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān had blessed me with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān virginity, and compelled me to fuck her in her gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass too, and introduced me to other kinkier things.
Everytime I wanted to stop her, she played her trump card,
“If we teens are trusted to decide the fate of our millions of country persons, why can’t we decide our own individual fate?”
Of course, I could answer her, but what its use was?
She had already done what she wanted to.
Moreover, it was obvious from her body language whatever my answer to her question woul be, it couldn’t stop her from doing what she wanted to.
The teens are too sentimental and too passionate to listen to their elders if what the elders tell does not suit their own pre decided goals.
After our first night was over, and before we went to sleep, however, I wanted to give Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān one surprise gift on her birthday.
I went to my dressing mirror and retrieved a thirumangalyam or thaali in Tamil that I had hidden inside, waiting for that auspicious occasion.
I walked over to Åāýéshah, still naked, knelt in front of her and tied the Mangal Sūtr in her neck.
Tears welled up in her eyes when she was seeing my face eagerly with lot of lust.
She felt very much that none of her parents was there to see her daughter’s marriage.
Two weeks later we flew down from Chennai to Al-Madīnah Al-Munawwarah by IC-972, where we got our marriage registered after a formal marriage ceremony at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Kħānkāh, affiliated to Masjid-e-Nabvīs.
Our honey moon was at Al-Madīnah Al-Munawwarah.
We spent our time at Saiyadah Āmnah Kħānkāh, Masjid-e-Nabvīs, and Makkah Mukarramah.
Åāýéshah was always lying on my lap not leaving a space in between us.
Her head was always resting on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
We’ve since moved to New Vasi in our own apartments to keep our privacy from her relatives at Mathunga and Chembur.
That was a history, over eight years ago.
Nowadays Åāýéshah calls me in orumai as Aththan, Nee, Vaa, Po, only.
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān and I are now leading a very good married life, and we now have three handsome sons.
There’s nothing better in Indian life.
We may not return to Valasaravakkam, Chennai, but will settle in Al-Madīnah Al-Munawwarah only.
I was tired.
I had been driving for the past two days across the hot Tamil Nadu on my way to Trivandrum from Chennai to pick up my another half daughter Fātimah.
Last year just out of high school, she had married one of her classmates at Ooty and gone off to Trivandrum because she had become pregnant by him.
But somehow the boy got into terrorist gangs like many of Musalmān boys, and Fātimah’s life became hell.
All the more so because she had a baby Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl now to take care of.
So she opted to get out and had called her parents.
I could have gone by air to Trivandrum, but I had to bring back Fātimah’s stuff.
Since part of Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān’s business was exporting fresh vegetables, I knew many logistic people.
I rented a Toyota Qualis car, and drove to Trivandrum.
I felt sad when I entered the neighborhood where Fātimah lived.
I was relieved that she was getting out.
I was not happy when Fātimah got pregnant and then married her Musalmān boyfriend.
She was in love with me since she was only sixteen.
I always discouraged her being too old to be her husband.
I was already 61, when she was 16 only.
I told her that she is only infatuated to me.
Moreover, she was not major/adult legally then.
I did not want her to be another Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān.
I worked on her till she was 18, continuously.
I was sorry she replaced me with such an unworthy Musalmān boy.
She had wanted to keep her for myself.
But I being in constant opposition, she did not want to force me in any way.
She had taken the path I didn’t approve of, and in any case I had Åāýéshah now.
But when Fātimah’s marriage fell apart, she was secretly happy.
She thought she had another chance now to make me her own Hindu man and she was determined now not to let the chance go by.
When I saw Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān, I was glad to see that she looked as pretty as she was a year back.
In fact she looked better because now she was also an aunt, a Kħālājān of her elder sister’s three sons from me.
I hugged Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān and planted an elderly kiss on her cheek.
Fātimah started crying with happiness and relief on seeing her 69 years old dear Hindu Jījū.
We sat and talked for a while.
I had a couple of hours sleep.
Then we started packing Fātimah’s stuff.
It did not take much time because she did not have too many things to take.
We went to bed early because next morning, before dawn, Fātimah wanted to leave with me.
I said he will sleep on the couch in the living room.
But Fātimah said,
“Jījū, you are tired from two days driving and again you have two days drive ahead. Sleep comfortably in the bed. The couch is only a love seat, much too small for you.”
She herself took the couch.
I immediately fell asleep on the comfortable bed.
Couple of hours later, Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān woke up and went to the bathroom.
When she came back, Fātimah saw me lying on bed in deep sleep.
I hadn’t covered me with anything.
Apparently I was too tired to care for it.
Fātimah’s Sālī instinct was to cover me, her Jījū, whom she did love too as a woman, with a sheet.
Fātimah went to the bedroom to get a sheet.
She returned with the sheet and was about to cover me when something made Fātimah stop and take another look at my exposed Hindu male body.
It was handsome.
A full Uncut Hindu Penis with the perfect solid knob, length, thickness and strength, was gently rising and falling with my breath.
Is Durgesh Jījū really 69?
I can’t believe!
What a Penis!
What an Uncut Hindu Penis!
6” in length, yet fully hardened even in his sleep.
Fātimah did not know how long she stood there enjoying the sight of my lovely Uncut Hindu Penis.
Fātimah had just enough time to snap back to herself before I woke up and saw Fātimah standing there holding the sheet.
” Fātimah, what happened?” I asked.
“I was going to cover you up. You may catch cold.”
“Nonsense, it’s all right, darling! Even at my 69 I feel young enough. Night time I don’t even cover mostly. I said and smiled myself too at Fātimah.
Fātimah was surprised but felt curiously happy and said,
” Jījū dear, you don’t have to do anything different because I am here. Take off your shirt and lower too, if you want to.”
When I took my clothes off, Fātimah was fascinated by the view she got of my Uncut Hindu Penis from under my underwear.
Fātimah smiled and said teasingly,
“Wow, Jījū, you have a very rich Hindu organ. It has still grown to the dreams of a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girl at your 69 even.”
“Thanks for the complements, Fātimah. I am glad you like it.”
“Jījū,” Fātimah hesitated somewhat.
“It is really uncomfortable here on the couch. Can I sleep on the bed with you?”
I looked at her.
Then I allowed,
“Of course baby, come on in. It is after all your bed.”
I led her to the bedroom.
When we were lying side by side, Fātimah asked,
” Jījū, do you want to me to cover myself with the sheet? I am not wearing my blouse. If that would bother you, I will cover myself. But it is hot in here.”
“Don’t worry baby. You don’t have to cover yourself.” I said and then jokingly added, “Instead, I will tie my hands up so that they don’t reach out and fondle those cute Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts of yours”.
Fātimah laughingly said,
” Jījū, you wouldn’t do that, would you, being my Jījū and all that. Anyway, let us say goodnight and catch some sleep, Jījū!”
Fātimah kissed me on the cheek and settled on the pillow.
But Fātimah could not sleep.
She could not take her mind off of my Uncut Hindu Penis, which I had shown her when I took my sleeping garments off.
The two lovely jiggling balls with one proud evererect Hindu rod, were creating a pleasant image in her mind.
Fātimah started fantasizing about holding them in her hands and softly caressing them.
She imagined the feel of the firm Uncut Hindu Penis in her palm.
Fātimah did not know how long she was in her fantasy world when she realized that she was shaking me gently.
Is she in trance?
What is she doing?
Yet she shook me until I was awake again.
When I turned on my side to face her, she said,
” Jījū, can you put your strong arms around and hold me, please? It is so long since I was in somebody’s warm embrace and I need it, Jījū.”
I looked at her.
So, she hadn’t changed even a bit?
“Yes dear,”I said, “Why not? Scoot over and let me hug you.”
Fātimah moved over.
I put my arms around her and held her close to me.
It sent a shiver through her.
I put my hand around her, a deep sigh escaped from her and I slowly drifted into sleep.
My Uncut Hindu Penis’ nice smell and warmth kept Fātimah awake.
She wondered whether I would let her fondle my Uncut Hindu Penis and balls.
Fātimah wanted to hold them and caress them so much.
She did not know that soon she would be doing lot more than that, because after a while, she felt wetness between her thighs.
Fātimah realized that it was her own wetness.
Fātimah was wondering whether to wake me up when she heard the baby cry.
Fātimah woke up me and said,
“It is feeding time for the baby, Jījū. Let me go and feed her.”
“Oh that is why your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts started leaking. Look, my sandow got wet with your milk.”
“Sorry about that, Jījū. I can’t help it.”
She went to the living room to feed the baby.
When she came back and got into bed, she said,
“Jījū, I still have milk in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts. Your sandow is going to wet again.”
“It is Ok baby.” I said, “ I will take my sandow off. I can also take care of that problem by finishing off your milk.”
“You can that Jījū? That would give me relief too. Here, start with my left Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast. There is more milk in there than my right.”
Fātimah held up her left Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts with her hand.
I covered her young Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast with my palm and gently pressed her nipple with my fingertip and thumb.
Fātimah’s sweet milk began flowing into my palm.
After a while, I heard Fātimah say softly,
” Jījū, do my right Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast now.”
I switched to her right Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast.
Then I heard her moaning and her chest started heaving fast.
“Are you all right, Fātimah?”
“Yes Jījū. It is so nice having your palm on my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts. Keep squeezing even after you finish the milk.”
Fātimah took my hand and placed it on her left Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast.
I started gently caressing her soft and warm Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast while continuing to squeeze her right Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast with my other hand.
Fātimah was softly moaning excited by my fondling and squeezing.
Fātimah and I slowly drifted into sleep soothed by pleasant feelings followed by various fucking sessions.
She looked longingly at me and said,
” Jījū, I love you so much.”
Tears welled up in her eyes.
I hugged naked Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān close to me and stroked her blond hair lovingly.
Next morning, we got up early and started our onward journey home.
Fātimah and I got up a little late next day, after our first full night of love making.
During our drive towards home, we discussed how to continue our Jījū Sālī love affair when we are back in home.
Fātimah wanted to sleep with me in my bed every night.
I told her she will have to be a little patient because I had to make some alternate arrangement for Åāýéshah.
Thus, while the couple was happy about our union, the future caused us some concern.
When we reached home, my wife Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān was extremely happy to see her younger sister Fātimah and nephew.
She had cleaned up Fātimah’s room and put in a crib and stocked it up with plenty of toys for the baby. She Coocked a nice dinner for Fātimah and me.
But next day her mood was a little different.
I could not understand what was bothering her.
She will be going for shopping in the evenings.
Fātimah felt secretly happy.
That would give us some time to make love.
Past few days had been difficult for Fātimah.
She could manage only a couple of love sessions with me, even though we kissed whenever Åāýéshah was not watching and Fātimah got me to squeeze her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts at least thrice a day.
But for a Jījū Sālī couple who had just consummated their love, these things were not enough to satisfy our lust for each other.
Finally, I decided to ask Åāýéshah what is going on.
That night, when we were alone, I asked her.
Åāýéshah got up, went to the dresser and brought something in her hand,
“Durgesh, tell me about this.” she asked, showing me the thing in her hand.
I was grave now.
It was Fātimah’s panty.
“I found this in your jacket pocket the day after you returned. It was still wet when I found it. I know this is Fātimah’s. Did you make out with Fātimah on your way back?”
When we were vacating the house, to make sure we did not leave anything back, finding Fātimah’s panty lying under the bed, picking it up and stuffing it in my pocket.
We had made love just before leaving.
I told Åāýéshah everything.
There was no point in holding anything back.
And anyway, I wanted to settle this thing so that Fātimah and I can be together as soon as we can.
Fātimah needed me.
Åāýéshah asked me,
“Durgesh, are you and Fātimah in love?”
I said gravely,
“ Yes. Fātimah loved me ab initio. She had to leave her terrorist Musalmān husband. I had to accept her, not to put her to more unsafe risks.”
Åāýéshah then mustered all her courage and told me,
“Durgesh, I have also to tell you something. Kħadījah Åbdullah and I are in love.”
I felt like a thunderbolt hit me.
Kħadījah Åbdullah was my Māmūzād cousin Sister’s daughter living as our next door neighbor.
She had a decent job, dressed well, had a nice car given by her Musalmān husband, Åbdullah.
Yet, Åbdullah was a brother of Åāýéshah’s Abbū, Åbdul Raħmān.
I had known that Kħadījah Åbdullah had a violent marital relation when she was young.
She got no support from her parents and consequently had to stay in an abused working women’s hostel at Adyar for a year.
Kħadījah Åbdullah had to undergo counseling before returning to normal life.
Because of her past experiences, she was exposed to Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān girls .
But Kħadījah Åbdullah and Åāýéshah had grown to be quite good friends and did a lot of things together.
I was not surprised that Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān and Kħadījah Åbdullah, had become lovers.
Åāýéshah asked me,
“Durgesh darling, are you going to hate me because I am in love with another woman?”
I replied gravely,
“No, Åāýéshah. In my opinion a woman’s body is of her own basically, as a man’s body is his own.”
“So a woman enjoying another woman’s body is not to be decided by anybody else. It is their mutual privilege.”
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān kissed me impulsively,
“I am glad that you accept these things so nicely, Durgesh. Now go to Fātimah. She needs you. I am glad that we are helping her out unlike many widows’ relations in human Society.”
I felt immensely happy.
Everything turned out to be alright.
I kissed my wife, Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān; and walked over to Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān’s bedroom.
Fātimah was brushing her hair, getting ready to go to bed.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts were aching.
There had been no opportunity for me that day to squeeze her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breasts.
I closed the bedroom door, hugged her from behind and showered kisses on her neck and hair.
Fātimah was surprised.
“Durgesh, is Bājī not home?” she asked.
“She is. She sent me here.”
I told Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān everything.
Fātimah was deliriously happy,
“Does this mean our union is permanent, Jījū?”
Fātimah and I made love long whole night.
Next morning, when Fātimah and I walked into the kitchen for breakfast, Åāýéshah greeted us normally.
During breakfast, the three of us chatted about the weather and politics.
At the end, I said,
“We better order a larger bed for our bedroom from Jaya Bharatham, Royapettah, since I will be sleeping with both of you.”
Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān said,
“ There is no need for that, Durgesh, Fātimah can move into the master bedroom and you two can sleep there. I will move out to Fātimah’s room as I shall be mostly with Kħadījah Åbdullah. I need her tounge after your Uncut Hindu Penis, my lord.”
Fātimah blushed deeply at these words of her Bājī.
She had never imagined one day she will replace her Bājī on my bed.
Fātimah swiftly moved her things into the master bedroom.
A few days later, on an auspicious day, Åāýéshah Åbdul Raħmān made her younger sister wear her Bājī’s bridal dress, Kancheepuram’s Silk sarees.
I wore a suit which I had worn at the time of my marriage with Åāýéshah.
Fātimah Åbdul Raħmān and I exchanged Malligai Garlands.
Fātimah said that she would be my wife till her death.
We felt it was our real marriage day.
Fātimah came with a glass of milk and offered me with a smile.
After two months of marital bliss with me, Fātimah told me one day,
“Durgesh, I am pregnant.”
During Fātimah’s confinement following labor pain, I woke up Åāýéshah.
Åāýéshah and Fātimah were in the hospital, when young Kħadījah Åbdullah Coocked food to be carried to Hospital.
Fātimah had a difficult caesarian.
By the time Fātimah returned home with Åāýéshah, young Kħadījah Åbdullah was blushing.
Åāýéshah wondered, what?
Next morning she came and kissed me when I was squeezing Fātimah’s left Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast full of milk and smiled mysteriously.
Fātimah also wondered what?
Kħadījah Åbdullah is pregnant.
Åāýéshah demanded, I want to be pregnant as soon as you can.
She dragged me to now Fātimah’s bedroom.
Fātimah ran in as well to get her right Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Breast squeezed while I was busy impregnating Åāýéshah.
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