1: Of my Musalmān friends
I moved my free hand down to her hip and ass, groping us as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, began to take off her tank top and bra.
She unclasped it and I gasped as her perfect tits erected against her body.
I cupped one in my hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling!” she cried as she placed her hand on top of mine and continued to rub her breast.
With her free hand she grabbed my head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into mine, still bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and grinding her beautiful Musalmān ass deep into my lap, allowing me to bottom out in her every time.
With this, I could no longer concentrate on the road perfectly.
I attempted to pull over to focus more on what I was doing.
I pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.
Now using both of my free hands I groped her tight, lithe young adult Musalmān body.
I grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions.
“What are you doing Durgesh darling?” she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips.
I lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on my Hindu crotch.
I ran my hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
It went on neither of knew how long.
We both felt as it was to infinity.
Then ultimately I released my infinite control on my penis.
“Oh, Al Qamar Al Islam! Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” I said, as I could no longer handle her tightness. “Are you on the pill, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, hoping I’d be able to cum in her Musalmān Pussy.
“No… Durgesh darling…” she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, I so close to cumming. “It’s okay, though, Durgesh darling! Just cum in your Al Qamar Al Islam’s Musalmān Pussy. Fill me up deepest with your utmost wanted Hindu sperm!” she screamed, continuing to move down on my cock.
“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge by her naughty words. “Your Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” With one last bounce, she sat hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock and kissed me deeply.
With this, I began to cum.
“I love you too, Durgesh darling! And now understand completely why the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies I know and even my Musalmān lady friends are so crazy to fuck you always irrespective of days or nights. They say you are the best. And Wallāh, they are quite correct.” she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside!
She collapsed on my chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest.
I ran my hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her beautiful Musalmān ass one last time.
She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on my lap.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off mine and placed her on my console.
“Allah, Durgesh darling, that was amazing!!” she smiled, leaning against my chest and kissing me.
“I’ve never fucked such a sexy little thing before, recently.” I smiled, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly.
I looked over onto the floor and saw Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s shorts and panties on the carpet of the car.
Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from my pre-cum.
“Here you go, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said, handing her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear.
She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt.
I slapped her beautiful Musalmān ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting.
As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, I started to wonder what would happen.
“Wait, so you’re not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Durgesh darling. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!” She smiled again with her bubbly smile. “That would be okay, right Durgesh darling?” she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward.
“Of course, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl.” I said, realizing I couldn’t say no to my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “Whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” I put my shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, asked shyly.
“Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, turning toward her and starting the car again.
She leaned in close and grabbed my face, pulling my head in and pressing her lips against mine. “We still have 4 hours to go till we make it to my apartment, and now we’re a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?” she asked sheepishly.
“I’d love to, Al Qamar Al Islam.” I said as I began to pull back onto the road. “I’ll fuck my sexy little Al Qamar Al Islam all night and into the morning,” I said with a sly grin, putting my free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into my lap.
She blushed a deep red and then leaned into my chest.
I kissed her on the lips as she whispered back,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, I love you! “She kissed me again and then lay against my chest, both of us looking forward to what was to come.*
As we asked truth or dare, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for me to ask or respond.
“Okay. We dare you to get to second base. Make out with your husband and suck on his cock.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān answered, smiling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s eyes went wide. “What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, concerned.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm tried to hide it, but I immediately noted she was secretly happy.
Perhaps it was the reason she chose dare even without asking me.
“Yup. That’s your dare. Do it or not.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, speaking up and giggling a bit.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm leaned to my ear, whispering softly. “It’s fine Durgesh. Don’t give away and betray me, please. Don’t forget we are playing husband and wife. Moreover, being my father in law it’s your duty to protect me from everything against me.”
I started, to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise.
“I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It’s no big deal.” I said, getting braver.
She was still in shock, but spoke back.
“Yeah, but it’s inappropriate nevertheless. You’re my father in law!” she looked over at the prada bag, admiring it again. “I do really want that purse, though,” she added.
“Fine, but try to make it quick.” I said.
She’d drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.
“Okay, We’ll do it.” She said to the group, turning to me.
“Oooh, this should be fun!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān cooed.
Durgesh faced Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
She brought her hand around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
I hesitated for a second, before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took the initiative.
She planted her lips firmly to mine, hoping to get it over quick.
As our lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. We both felt electricity as we kissed, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, drunk as she was, melted into my mouth.
As I kissed Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I was overtaken in the lust of the Moment.
I placed one hand on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s ass and leaned her on the floor, on her knees.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth, lightly teasing me.
She moaned into my mouth as my rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet.
I lightly ran my finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.
“Allaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gasped out, in a whisper.
She started to grind her pussy against my finger, when she was interrupted by the group.
“Holy nonsense you guys!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, breaking the silence.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I immediately realized where we were, groping each other in front of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friends.
We had been too into it to even say anything before Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl had spoken up.
My Hindu shaft was now glistening from her saliva.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm got off me, looking up at the group.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was bright red, even though she hadn’t even been the one doing anything.
I then eyed Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, realizing her hand was in between her legs.
She had just been masturbating!
“Jeez, guys! Get a room!” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb now said out loud, chuckling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention.
Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties.
She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices.
I had just been openly rubbing her wet Musalmān slit, and now she was hornier than ever.
Even more so, she was turned on by the fact we had done it while her friends watched.
“Well, now” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving me a slight grin. “I guess you fulfilled your dare!”
It was then Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb and her husband’s turn.
They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth.
The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.
“Give Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband, instead of your own husband, a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked.”
“I don’t know about this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb.” Muħammad Saåīd, her husband, started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.
“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.” She said, reassuring him.
She led me to a chair and gave me a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in my lap.
She grabbed my hands and placed us on her body as she removed both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge beautiful Musalmān ass.
The men, including me, ogled Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb’s beautiful Musalmān body as she performed the dare, looking at me with lust in our eyes.
She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor.
Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone.
I stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in my penis.
The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān and her husband’s turn.
This time, the women got bold.
I noticed them giggling abnormally, after Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān chose to do a dare once again.
They broke their huddle and gave the dare.
“Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, you have to suck on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband’s Penis, my husband’s, as I myself did.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said with a sly grin.
“What?” she exclaimed. “Surely you can’t be fine with this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb? I think you want to suck his wonderful Penis.”
“I’m game,” she said, giggling. “I love someone as beautiful as you are sucking a wonderful Penis.” she said, eyeing Muħammad Saåīd.
Both of their husbands gulped, and I could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.
“Fine.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, to my surprise.
I was shocked, but definitely looked forward to.
“You ready?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, nearing me.
“All yours!” I smiled boldly.
Taking command, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān pushed me onto my back.
I moaned slightly as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān flicked Uncut Hindu Prick with her tongue before taking my entire sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Cock into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
As Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Penis, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing herself to arch her back.
I gasped as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s breasts fell into view.
They were breathtaking.
They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s.
They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing me.
My cock further hardened as she sucked me wonderfully nonstop.
The men’s jaws were still on us, stunned by what was happening.
As they tried to recover, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān changed the subject.
“Okay, Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl. It’s your guys’ turn now!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. “You only have dares left, right?”
“Oh, nuh uh.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, turning a shade of red I had never even seen before. “I’m not doing anything like that! I’m too embarrassed! We’re out!” she said, looking away.
Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn’t be doing anything, but accepted the decision.
“You sure?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke in.
“Yeah. We’re gonna stay and watch still, of course.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl added.
“What a naughty slut!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, laughing.
“Whatever!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, embarrassed. “It’s Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and Muħammad Raħmān’s turn now, right?” she added, referring to me as Muħammad Raħmān.
“I guess so,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, agreeing. “Truth or dare?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned to me, whispering to decide what we wanted to do. “I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We’ll try to get us out after our turn with something crazy.”
I just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.
“We choose dare again.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
“Okay,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. “Give your husband a blow job again, right here in front of us.”
My jaw dropped.
I hadn’t expected it to ever go this far, and while my cock stirred at the thought of getting my cock sucked by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I fully expected her to turn it down.
“You can’t be serious, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān! That’s too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can’t expect us to accept that!”
“Well, that’s the dare, sweetie.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, teasing her. “If you want to win, that’s what you have to do.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked to the other two women for support.
We had none.
“Sorry, babe, but no objections here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said as she made eye contact with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. “This is too exciting!”
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looking at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned towards me, lost in thought. I, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“It’s fine, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I started, whispering to her as she drew closer. “This has gone far enough already. There’s no need to do the dare.”
“You’re right, dear. It’s fine.” She replied. I took a deep breath of relief. “Just let me do all the work.” She added.
She actually planned to give me a blowjob!
“Allah Allah! Holy nonsense, she’s gonna do it.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.
Slowly, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm unbuckled the fake utility belt I was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of my costume, revealing my boxers.
There was a large tent in my pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear.
I went to protest one last time as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempted to pull them down, but she gave me a threatening glare, causing me to back down.
I couldn’t believe Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was about to give me a blow job!
I immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see my Hindu manhood.
The women gasped as it escaped my boxers, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.
“Holy nonsense, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb blurted out. “Allah, that thing is huge.”
“I can see why you married him, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband.
SI blatantly stared at my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. “That thing’s like half as big as you!” she added, referencing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s petite Musalmān body.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ignored them, focusing on the task at hand.
She’d never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had acquired such a thing.
At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it.
Slowly, she brought her lips to my Hindu cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moaned as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth envelop my cock, her tongue swirling around its tip.
I watched as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm slowly moved her lips down the length of my Hindu shaft, attempting to take it all at once.
Unbeknownst to me, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too.
She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.
Seeing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on my massive Uncut Hindu Cock made me harder than I’d ever been before recently, and I did everything I could to not cum right there.
Realizing she couldn’t reach the base of my cock, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took her free hands and placed it around the base of my cock, using her other to cradle my large testicles.
As her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and through adjusted to my size, she began to pump the bottom part of my cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it.
She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to my size, running her small mouth up and down the length of my enormous Hindu cock.
I watched in pure delight as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s lips bobbed up and down over my cock.
It was by far the best head I’d ever been given recently, and it drove me even crazier that I was being blown by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to move her ardent Musalmān lips up and down my enormous Hindu manhood, enjoying the taste of such a sixty seven years old, utmost experienced large Uncut Hindu Cock in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pumped my shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured me in front of her close friends.
Realizing I was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her ardent Musalmān lips tight around my massive Hindu girth and engulfing as much of my length as she could, to the point of almost choking.
I could no longer handle Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s expert work, and knew I was close to finishing.
“Holy nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm-” I started, cutting myself off, realizing I needed to call Al Nādirah Al Åzīm by her actual name. “Oh Fuck, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I’m about to cum, babe!” I said, attempting to act like her husband.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to work in overdrive before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten as I began to release inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
Ropes and ropes of my Hindu cum shot down Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s throat as I felt my balls empty into Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was expecting to swallow my cum, but she wasn’t prepared for how much I actually came.
Finally, I began to settle down as I pumped the last of my cum deep inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
I groaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempting to finish swallowing my Hindu load, a small amount of my cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast.
As I finished, she continued to lick the head of my cock, cleaning it entirely of my cum.
She swallowed the rest of my load and slowly withdrew her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from My cock.
She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.
I looked at gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, her left breast and chin still dripping with my cum.
As I recovered, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked up at me and smiled seductively, giving me a little shrug.
I pulled my boxers back up over my still hard Hindu cock.
Immediately, we both once again realized where we were: right in front of three other couples.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off her face and body.
She sat down on my lap and gave me a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around my cock.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people.
I could feel her wetness in my lap and knew Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly aroused.
“Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, that was hot.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.
“We have to get out of here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said suddenly, speaking to her husband Muħammad Saåīd.
She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.
He had a noticeable erection.
“What are you doing, babe?” Muħammad Saåīd said, obviously confused.
“We have to go, now.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said, bringing her mouth close to his ear and whispering something.
His eyes went wide for a Moment as Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb cracked a smile.
She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the Moment about her bra and panties.
“Okay, guys. We’re leaving. Have fun!” she said, moving to the door.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke up: “Wait! Don’t you want the purse?”
They opened the door, still continuing to leave. “No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!” she said, smiling at us, as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.
“Allah,” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, realizing what Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb went off to do.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up now, speaking to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. “Okay, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. I completed my dare. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
I looked at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as she snapped out of her silent haze.
I looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy.
She removed it as she realized what was happening.
“Such a little horny slut.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up, teasing Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as if she had been doing to us all night. So which is it gonna be?”
“Dare!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband.
I briefly tried to protest before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm interrupted me.
“Okay,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said. “Let my husband fuck you in the ass.” She said, motioning towards me.
“What?” her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started.
He’d really only been watching until now.
“Okay, honey.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight Musalmān holes to the remaining members of the group. “Let’s go, my dear. Fuck my tight little Musalmān ass.” She said, about as nonchalantly as one possibly could.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.
“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.
“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”
I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?
She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!
After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.
It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.
She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.
I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.
Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.
I’m proud of it, instead.
It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.
I never proposed it to her.
Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?
I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.
We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.
“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.
“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.
“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.
She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.
“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”
“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”
I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.
I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.
The road began to get very bumpy.
The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.
She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.
“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.
Was I responsible for what was happening?
Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.
And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.
I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.
Thankfully, it was still straight.
Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.
A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.
I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.
I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.
Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.
She answered me with her actions.
“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.
“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.
Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.
At this point, I could no longer wait.
I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.
My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”
“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.
Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.
I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.
However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.
On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.
I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.
She could afford her, never I.
I was her father in law after all, step or else.
Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.
“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.
Clearly, she still wanted it.
“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.
I was shocked.
Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.
Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.
I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.
The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.
All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.
Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.
“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.
I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.
“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”
“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.
“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.
The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.
“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
I was shocked once again.
Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.
“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”
This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.
I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.
Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.
I gasped as her breasts fell into view.
She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.
The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.
I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.
They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.
She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.
My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.
I could only view her with lust now.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.
Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.
Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.
“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.
“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.
Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.
She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.
The round continued, moving around to each couple.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.
Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.
It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.
“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.
“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.
“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.
As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.
I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.
She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.
She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.
She was definitely very cute.
“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”
The women asked another intimate question this time
and more interesting.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.
Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.
“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”
“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.
They both wore wedding rings.
I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.
“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.
After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.
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I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!
I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.
“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.
“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.
“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.
“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.
“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”
“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”
I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.
She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.
“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.
“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.
She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.
I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.
“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.
“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”
“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”
“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”
“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”
“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.
Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.
I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.
She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.
It was pretty hot.
Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.
“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.
“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.
“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.
“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.
She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.
“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”
I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.
She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.
“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.
After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.
“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”
“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.
We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.
We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.
We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.
I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.
I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.
“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.
“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.
“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.
“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*
Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.
I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.
I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.
I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.
The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.
The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.
I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.
I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.
The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.
It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.
The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.
Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!
I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.
“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.
I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.
My question was soon answered.
She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.
She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.
I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.
“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.
“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.
“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.
“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”
“I can tell.” I said bluntly.
“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.
“Nonsense” I thought to myself.
She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.
I’d just planned on introducing myself.
I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.
“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.
“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.
I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.
It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.
I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.
She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.
“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”
“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.
“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”
“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”
“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.
I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.
As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.
Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.
I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.
I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.
It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.
We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.
Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.
She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.
We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.
And she was motioning for them to follow her.
We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.
We both were wondering what she wanted.
She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.
The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.
Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.
The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.
I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.
“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”
“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.
“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.
“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.
The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.
“Where did you get that?” They asked.
“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”
I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.
Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.
Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.
“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.
Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,
I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.
What had she gotten us into?
“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”
“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .
“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”
“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.
“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.
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Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.
“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”
“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.
Before she walked out, she turned to me:
“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed,
“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”
Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.
“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed.
“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”
“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.
“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”
Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.
She turned to me once more,
“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”
“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”
“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”
“Because they suspect them.”
“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”
“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”
“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”
“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”
Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.
“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”
“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”
Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,
“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”
“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.
I smiled sarcastically.
Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.
Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?
I was her father in law step or else.
I wasn’t her junior or equal even.
She never accepted me her father in law.
She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.
I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.
She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.
Muħammad Raħmān smiled.
“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”
“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”
Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.
“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”
“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”
Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*
His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.
They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.
This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.
She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.
I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.
I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.
She was married, though.
“Too bad,” I thought to myself.
I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.
I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.
I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.
“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.
Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.
Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.
“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.
“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.
“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”
“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.
“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*
Asmā Salmān reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”
Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.
I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.
However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.
“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.
The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.
The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.
The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.
I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.
When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, if it was painted on.
“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.
“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.
She handed the DJ a piece of paper.
She walked over to me.
Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,
“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”
Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.
“Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.
“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.
“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.
It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.
I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.
Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.
He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.
“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.
But he winked at me,
“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”
I slapped him playfully.
As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.
It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.
Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.
If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.
When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.
“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.
After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.
One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.
“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”
I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.
Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”
“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.
I shook my head.
“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”
One of the bellhops who had been helping,..
Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,
But I really couldn’t blame him.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.
Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.
And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.
She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.
She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.
She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.
During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never ashamed.
Well, why the hell should I?
The truth was the truth after all.
Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.
Damn the bastard.
Then I saw her in this dress.
I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.
“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”
“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.
“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”
His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,
“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”
“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”
“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.
“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.
Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.
He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,
“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.
“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.
“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.
“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”
“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.
Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.
Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.
Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,
“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.
“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.
We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.
I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.
I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.
I froze in place not sure what to do.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.
Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.
All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.
“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.
“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.
“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.
Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.
“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.
“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”
“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”
“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.
Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.
The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.
Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.
I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.
“Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.
“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.
To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.
I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.
I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.
My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.
Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.
That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.
Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.
Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.
Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.
“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.
She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.
Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.
What a family.
She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.
She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.
Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.
Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.
That was all it took.
My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.
My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.
Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.
When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.
My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.
“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.
She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.
My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.
Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.
I was encouraged by watching her.
I slid my hand up and found her pussy.
I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.
“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.
“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.
“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.
I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.
“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”
I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”
“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”
I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.
She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.
I felt no such restraint.
“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.
I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,
I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.
“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.
I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got very tense and stopped speaking.
Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.
As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.
I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.
I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.
“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”
I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.
I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.
I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.
“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.
Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.
“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.
Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.
“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”
“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”
We pull into a rest area.
The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.
No one was moving around.
We had the place to ourselves.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.
I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.
I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.
“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.
I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.
“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.
She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.
She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.
She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.
I was wrong.
It was stiff before, now it was hard.
I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.
I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.
Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.
The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.
Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.
I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.
I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.
I couldn’t resist.
I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.
The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*
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