It was early, slightly before dawn, and, as was my habit, I had sat up, stepped out of bed, stretched out briefly to loosen up, padded into the kitchen for the coffee that was waiting for me, and now sat in my living room, looking out over the city vista below.
Though the view was entrancing, it barely registered in the ever handsome Sex Champion Ultimate Star’s consciousness.
My thoughts were instead turned inward as I reviewed recent events in my progression into the role of a Hindu bull for two young married Musalmān couples.
For the past three weeks, I’d explored boundaries with Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd, a newlywed Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couple I’d met through another married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couple, Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was just 21, a willowy blonde assistant at the middle University where Lubnā Salīm taught.
Lubnā Salīm had delighted in “converting” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and her Pseudo Musalmān husband into an Uncut Hindu Lund cuckold couple, and often participated in My sex sessions with the younger blonde, urging her friend to explore every perversion she could dream up.
Lubnā Salīm was certainly creative.
I had to admit.
She’d just had herself tattooed with a Hindu spade right above the crack of her delicious derriere.
The three inch high tattoo had a large “Q” inside the outline of the spade, as an open acknowledgment that she was a “Queen of Spades” and therefore into fucking Hindu man.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd had shown up the next day with a similar tattoo in the same location, though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s tattoo was simply an all-Hindu spade, minus the “Q.”
Lubnā Salīm had laughingly referred to herself as my pimp to the world of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples, and claimed Al Nādirah Al Waħīd as the first conversion in her planned stable of hot Musalmān wives.
“Between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and me, we know at least a dozen young married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples under 30 who are totally ready for converting to cuckolding,” Lubnā Salīm said. “We’re on a mission to spread the gospel of big Hindu dick and you’re the tip of the spear!”
At this, I laughed heartily.
It took me a minute before I realized the redheaded pixy was quite serious.
“I gather you’re serious about this. How do you know the Musalmān couples are serious about it too?” I asked.
“Because we’ve talked to them about it,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd replied.
“Interesting,” I said. “And both the musalmān wives and the Musalmān husbands are clear about wanting to try?”
Al Lubnā Al Salīm hemmed and hawed.
“Musalmān wives, yes, definitely; not all the Musalmān husbands are, shall we say, eager. Oh, and to be more precise, they’re not all married Musalmān couples. Three are only engaged. One of those three happens to be my younger sister, Al Nauhīd Al Salīm.”
“Tell me more.” I said.
“Al Nauhīd Al Salīm’s eighteen and just got engaged; her fiancé’s twenty, and a Pseudo Musalmān himself, of course. They’ve been together since her first year in University. She’s a kinky little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut – takes after him, I suppose. Åbdul Qādir’s a jock – nice looking, ripped, and very well bisexual – 2 inches only, Al Nauhīd Al Salīm says,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm explained. “She’s planned you to fuck a bunch of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends including a few who are married. Åbdul Qādir is a bisexual for the married Musalmān couples now. Al Nauhīd Al Salīm thinks it’s time for Åbdul Qādir to see the other side of the cuckold equation. She’s convinced he’ll be a better bisexual if he understands the psychology of being a cuckold, too. Plus she’s never had a Hindu guy and she really wants to try. Åbdul Qādir’s up for it.”
“So are there other candidates you want to talk about, or are you set on Al Nauhīd Al Salīm and Åbdul Qādir?” I asked, smiling suggestively.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd laughed at the question.
“Al Lubnā Al Salīm’s promised Al Nauhīd Al Salīm that she’s first in line.”
“Then set it up,” I winked at her.
Al Lubnā Al Salīm nodded.
She obviously had something on her mind, but seemed hesitant, which was unusual for the outgoing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān redhead.
Finally she spoke.
“I need to talk to you about how you relate to your couples,” she said. “I really hope you won’t be offended. You’re a really tremendously nice Hindu guy. You’re good looking, athletic, and Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun, God knows, you’re well hung immensely. And you’re the greatest fuck, honestly better than my Pseudo Musalmān husband or any other guy I’ve ever known even.”
“But . . .” I said.
“You’re almost too nice – too much of a gentleman. It’s hard to explain,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm continued. “I’ve talked about it with Muħammad Ashfāq and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, and we’re in agreement. As wonderful as you are, it would be even better if you were much more dominant. I know it may sound ridiculous, but part of cuckolding is surrendering to a Hindu bull – giving up control to a force of nature. When we fuck, I want you to pound my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into complete submission, to fuck me like the married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut I want to be to you, to make me come rather than helping me come. I want you to know that when we’re fucking you just own my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body and can use it any way you want to.”
She paused, and then went on.
“I want my Pseudo Musalmān husband to recognize your total superiority – that in his wildest dreams even, my Pseudo Musalmān husband will never ever get close to using my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and mouth and ass the way your big Uncut Hindu Lund does. He needs to see that, and hear that, and really know it. I want you to fuck me like your married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and I want you to help me show my Pseudo Musalmān husband that, to humiliate him. You need to be more dismissive of our Pseudo Musalmīn husbands and at the same time more directive. Basically, you need to really own us,” she said.
“The Musalmān couples need to know they’ve crossed a line they will never cross back,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm continued. “Our Pseudo Musalmīn husbands need to see and hear that from that point on they will always be secondary to their Musalmān wives’ Hindu bulls. And the musalmān wives need to see their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pussies are owned by a MuslimātRamañ Hindu man. You’re not borrowing a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife for a bit of fun, you’re taking her, fucking the hell out of her, and converting her into an Uncut Hindu Lund Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife. I hope that makes sense,” she said.
I never told her how the hell I hated the idea.
I nodded instead.
“It does, but it seems to reinforce a stereotypical relationship between a Hindu bull and a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couple.”
“Understood,” said Al Lubnā Al Salīm, “but the stereotype speaks directly to the sort of primal desires that married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples have, at least when we start out. It’s kind of a dark inversion of the public image we have as a happy young married Musalmān couple.” She paused. “While we’re being open on the topic, I wanted to ask you if you have a hung Hindu friend too you trust.”
I was alert somewhat.
“For two reasons,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm replied. “First, there are more Musalmān couples than you could probably comfortably handle at once – no offense. And second, having another Hindu bull opens up a whole lot of possibilities for wicked fun with the musalmān wives.” She went on. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and I really do know a dozen young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples who are seriously interested in trying out the lifestyle, and we’d like to set up a tight group of cuckold Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān couples and hung Hindu bulls. There’s a lot of interest. But we need to find another Hindu bull to get it started.”
“I know just the guy who I’m pretty certain would be glad to help out,” I said. “He played Sex Olympics with me. He was always messing with Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls. Big guy, maybe 6 feet three, 220 pounds, solid muscle. Jet Hindu and very confident around Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women, kind of a natural-born arrogance.”
“Is he hung?” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd asked.
“Like the proverbial stallion. Shankar Mahāpralayankar told me he’s a bit over 10 inches and very, very thick, which was why the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls were always hanging around him if I’m not available to them. If you’re really serious about wanting a huge-hung dom Hindu bull, he’s definitely the guy to take over a married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couple, convert the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, and stretch the hell out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”
“Make the call,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm smiled triumphantly.
I never told her carefully that I was totally against it.
I knew the more I’d tried to stop her, the more she too had gone to Shankar Mahāpralayankar as her second choice after me.
Her ever closest elder friend, Sidrah Aħmad, liked and praised Shankar Mahāpralayankar even more than she liked and praised me.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was more popular among wicked and horny Musalmān Beauties than even I was.
They damn cared even if Shankar Mahāpralayankar was a tremendously communal anti Muslim Hindu.
Instead, they loved him more for it.
The more tremendously communal anti Muslim Hindu Shankar Mahāpralayankar was the better for them.
They wanted their Pseudo Musalmīn husbands humiliated beyond every humiliation even they could think of.*
Two hours later, I was sitting in my living room when the doorbell rang.
I opened the door to admit my friend, poured him a drink, and then after exchanging pleasantries, the two of us sat down to discuss the business at hand.
I had explained the reason for reaching out to Shankar Mahāpralayankar on the phone, but wanted to meet face-to-face to talk about the situation in greater detail.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled,
“So, you’ve hooked up into a group of married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples itching to see if what they say about Hindu men is true, and you want me to show them it really is.”
“Right now I’m already doing two Musalmān wives, and they tell me they have about a dozen other young married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples wanting to go over to the dark side,” I said. “All of the musalmān wives are under thirty, most around 22 to 26, some younger. Couple of engaged Musalmān couples too mixed in. The two current Musalmān wives are looking to set up kind of a club for cuckold Musalmān couples, and much though I’d like to try, they don’t want me manage all that alone. They think I never humiliate their Pseudo Musalmīn husbands to the extent they want them humiliate. I’m too humane.”
“And you know I just love young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar laughed. “That hasn’t changed ever. I have to say the idea of openly fucking young Musalmān wives in front of their cuckold Musalmān husbands, appeals to me mightily. One thing, though. You were always the stand-up guy and a gentleman. I never was – I like it as nasty as I can get it with Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls, and these Musalmān wives won’t be any different.”
I smiled bitterly.
“I was just told that I need to be more like you. Apparently these Musalmān couples want to be owned.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.
“Well then, count me in. Now when do I get started with ruining a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot?”
“Well, I guess we could start with Al Lubnā Al Salīm or Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. They’re the two Musalmān wives I’m doing right now,” I said.
“No offense, Durgesh, but if you’ve already broken them in, I don’t care to have your leftovers. Now, if you want me to help turn Musalmān wives into Uncut Hindu Lund Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sluts, you’d best set me up with a first time couple,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar smirked.
I called Al Lubnā Al Salīm and explained the situation.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s definitely in, but he wants to start with his own first-time couple.”
Al Lubnā Al Salīm sighed.
“I really wanted you to be Al Nauhīd Al Salīm’s first Uncut Hindu Lund, but I guess Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s going to get in her first. She and Åbdul Qādir will be at your place at seven.”
At seven o’clock on the dot, my doorbell rang.
I opened it to find Al Lubnā Al Salīm and a young married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couple waiting for admission.
Al Lubnā Al Salīm kissed me and introduced her sister.
Al Nauhīd Al Salīm was strikingly like her older sister, so much so that they might have been mistaken for twins.
She was tiny and slender, about as tall as her older sister was, a bit less than five feet.
Her skin was beautiful, pale and smooth, and like her sister, she wore her red haircut short.
When she smiled, her green Musalmān eyes sparkled with merriment.
“Pleased to meet you, Durgesh,” she said, and stood on her tiptoes to kiss me on the lips.
For the briefest moment, I felt the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue run across my lips.
“So,” Al Nauhīd Al Salīm said, “I understand there’s been a change of plans and you won’t be my conductor to the dark side, is that right?”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s voice echoed from the kitchen. “That’s right, baby. We brought in the A-Team for you today. But don’t worry – by the time I’m done, you won’t have any more questions about big Hindu bull dick. And neither will your cuck fiancé.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar introduced myself to Al Nauhīd Al Salīm and Åbdul Qādir.
“Damn, I never will understand why you Musalmān guys are so eager to give up your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women to Hindu dick. She’s a fine looking woman.”
Al Nauhīd Al Salīm giggled and Åbdul Qādir nearly blushed.
“A whole lot of married Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān couples are curious to see what it’s all about with Hindu guys,” Al Nauhīd Al Salīm said. “You know – to see if it really is true that
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’”
“It’s all true, baby, it’s all true. And after tonight, you’ll never look at your husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī the same way again. The best part is, your fiancé will be just as happy you went to Hindu as you’re going to be,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar replied. “Now why don’t you run off to the bedroom and get yourself comfortable while I talk to your man.”
Al Nauhīd Al Salīm and Al Lubnā Al Salīm both headed down the hall to my bedroom, while Shankar Mahāpralayankar drew himself up to his full height and leaned into Åbdul Qādir.
“Listen here, Åbdul Qadīr,” he began.
“It’s Åbdul Qādir,” came the reply.
“Åbdul Qadīr, Åbdul Qādir, whatever, it doesn’t matter. Maybe I’ll just call you ‘Cuck Musalmān Boy’ because that’s what you’re going to be,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar sneered. “Couple of things you need to be real clear about. When I go join your Musalmān girl in that bedroom, nothing can stop what’s going to happen. And what’s going to happen is that your cute little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fiancée is going to get 10 inches of the thickest Hindu dick either one of you has ever seen. Bareback. I aim to stretch that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot out and fill her so full of my Hindu cum that she’ll be dripping until tomorrow. She’s going to get the fucking of her life and she’s going to love every bit of it. You sit, and you watch, and you answer if spoken to, but you do not and will not control anything. Got it?”
Åbdul Qādir blanched.
“Yes,” he said quietly, “I’ve got it.”
“But, first Durgesh, not me.”
Åbdul Qadīr could not understand.
Yet he agreed more happily.
I was a blessing for Åbdul Qadīr as compared to Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
Åbdul Qādir fell on my feet.
I was startled.
“Please, fuck Al Nauhīd Al Salīm yourself. Don’t let Shankar Mahāpralayankar humiliate me. Humiliate me yourself as Shankar Mahāpralayankar directs you, but never let that Hindu criminal beast touch my would be wife ever. Please Durgesh, I’d myself help you to fuck my entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies. I promise you.”
Åbdul Qādir started to weep.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar and Al Nauhīd Al Salīm both laughed.
That was what actually both of them wanted.
Åbdul Qādir was the actual target.
Al Lubnā Al Salīm herself didn’t want that Shankar Mahāpralayankar might even touch her younger sister, Al Nauhīd Al Salīm.
Yet, she wanted to degrade Åbdul Qādir immensely forever.
“Okay,” Al Lubnā Al Salīm laughed, “if you don’t want Shankar Mahāpralayankar touch your would be wife, it can be managed. Only Durgesh would fuck her. However, the terms and conditions would be somewhat more humiliating to you.”
Åbdul Qādir didn’t leave my feet.
“Whatsoever you damn please. Okay? Durgesh, she wouldn’t listen to me ever. But she would listen to you. Tell her I do agree with entire terms and conditions whatsoever she may propose. Only don’t turn Al Nauhīd Al Salīm into a whore. Only you fuck her, never Shankar Mahāpralayankar or anyone else.”
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled.
“I never knew, Åbdul Qādir, you loved Al Nauhīd Al Salīm to this extent.”
“You heartless, ever communal, ever anti Muslim Hindu beast, I know wherever there are any anti Muslim riots you always fight against us Musalmīn. You always fuck our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womankind with your traditional Hindu brigade of communal anti Muslim beasts.”
“And you Musalmīn are innocent ever?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar sneered.
“I can’t control every Musalmān criminal, can I?”
“Åbdul Qādir,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar gritted his teeth, “Never think I don’t know you.”
“I hate you. You fucked me in my ass, I…”
“I fuck every wretched Musalmān in his damn Musalmān ass who ever acts against humanity.” Shankar Mahāpralayankar said furiously, “Åbdul Qādir, stop acting against humanity, I’d stop fucking you in your damn Musalmān ass.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Al Lubnā Al Salīm thundered at Shankar Mahāpralayankar, “Shankar Mahāpralayankar, Bhāījān, you can’t spare him so easily.”
“But Al Lubnā Al Salīm, my dear younger sister, he…”
Al Lubnā Al Salīm raised her right hand.
“That’s enough, Bhāījān, Åbdul Qādir is one of those Pseudo Musalmīn that always initiate Hindu Muslim rights on the temptations of dirty politicians. Al Nauhīd Al Salīm never loved him. Åbdul Qādir loved her, but Al Nauhīd Al Salīm never. Have I to tell you how inhumane Åbdul Qādir is?”
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As promised, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was indeed naked when I entered the bedroom.
She was at that moment sitting up with her beautiful Musalmān legs crossed in front of Lubnā Salīm.
Lubnā Salīm had also slipped out of her own dress and she was too as naked as her friend was.
Lubnā Salīm had just taken a big hit from a small pipe that I guessed was filled with hashish from the thick, tarry smell permeating the bedroom.
I hated drugs, but I hadn’t any right to stop Lubnā Salīm’s bad habits that were harmful to her.
That was the reason I’d actually started to fuck Lubnā Salīm.
As far as my perusal of Lubnā Salīm was concerned, she was the victim of her husband’s extreme carelessness.
Lubnā Salīm needed a capable husband actually that could take care of her optimum.
Her parents were foolish enough to think if they provide money to their children; the children never needed anything else to have a magnificent life.
It was tremendously wrong.
Yet, Lubnā Salīm’s parents were not alone who were tremendously mistaken in the matter.
In fact, most of the parents today were doing the same mistake knowingly or unknowingly.
They thought money is everything their children needed.
Yes, money was very important for everyone, but not everything.
The more important thing than money even is an optimum system of life that can guide a person how to use money in a manner not to be harmful ultimately for himself/herself.
It is more important than money because if it isn’t there, the money/other resources/assets could be more harmful to a person than if they aren’t there.
As I watched, the perky redhead leaned forward, put her lips fully on the lovely blonde’s lips and exhaled, blowing the pungent smoke deep into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s lungs as the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife inhaled the offering.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stifled a cough, smiled at me, while Lubnā Salīm lit a match and applied the flame once again to the small pipe.
She inhaled deeply.
Once again, she leaned forward and repeated the smoke transfer by putting her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to her friend’s lips and exhaling.
This time, the exchange transitioned into a passionate tongue kiss initiated by the redhead.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd responded to the overture, kissing Lubnā Salīm back passionately, grinding their lips together, while the redhead reached forward and caressed the sides of the blonde’s big Musalmān breasts.
As the kiss lengthened and deepened, Lubnā Salīm ran her fingertips lightly over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s already hardened nipples and the blonde leaned back to give her friend easier access.
Lubnā Salīm didn’t hesitate.
She was never trained properly how to save herself from such harmful things.
Neither her parents did it properly, nor her ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmān husband.
That was why not only Lubnā Salīm needed me immensely, but even Al Nādirah Al Waħīd too.
Only I was interested in saving both of them from themselves, from their ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands and even from their immensely stupid parents too.
Pseudo Musalmīn criticize me for it?
It’s better to save someone’s life even if the stupids and unsocial elements criticize you.
Let them criticize me and go to hell.
Isn’t saving a human life more beautiful?
She lowered her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s nipples and began to lick them with the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue, and then gently take first one and then the other between her teeth, nipping them lightly while she flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue rapidly over the tips.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned slightly, leaning back still further ’till she was holding herself upright on her elbows.
At the same time, she uncrossed her beautiful Musalmān legs and spread them wider on either side of the aggressing redhead.
Lubnā Salīm shifted to her knees so that she could run her hands down the blonde’s hips and across her taut belly, which twitched at the fingertip caress.
As I watched, Lubnā Salīm began nipping the blonde’s nipples and neck lightly while her right hand slipped lower and began to gently rub between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s legs.
At this, the blonde moaned a bit louder and I could hear a wet, liquid squelching as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot responded to the gentle assault.
Lubnā Salīm wasted no time in sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue lower, across her friend’s belly, until she had pressed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s outer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while at the same time cupping the blonde’s firm Musalmān butt in either hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, still reclining on her elbows, dropped her head back and hissed, “Yesssssssss, Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yessss!” as Lubnā Salīm’s mouth and tongue pressed home the attack while her friend moaned and gasped.
I furiously slipped out of my clothes as Lubnā Salīm continued to tongue fuck Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
I could see that the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was watching me from her half-open eyes, which widened in surprise when I slipped off my boxers and gave Al Nādirah Al Waħīd her first look at my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock that dangled between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm was tonguing Al Nādirah Al Waħīd aggressively now, bringing her friend to the edge of orgasm and backing off to make her slide back down the peak without reaching climax.
After she had done this several times and the blonde was moaning and grinding her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in eager frustration, Lubnā Salīm abruptly slid forward, straddling Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and lowering her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to her friend’s waiting mouth and lips, pressing down as she did so.
I slid onto the bed, taking Lubnā Salīm’s place between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s now sopping Musalmān thighs, and slid my long Uncut Hindu Lund deeply into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I could hear muffled grunts and gasps as I expertly brought the young blonde back to the edge of orgasm, then let her slide back down without achieving climax, teasing her just as Lubnā Salīm had done.
Meanwhile, I could hear squelching noises from between the redhead’s legs are her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juices started soaking the blonde’s lips and face.
Lubnā Salīm suddenly put her hands around the back of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and pressed the blonde’s face to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she ground her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks down and humped across her friend’s open mouth and lips, now slick with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice.
She moaned loudly and grunted as she jerked her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks back and forth harder and harder.
“Mmmmm, so good, so good,” she exclaimed. “Gonna fucking cum on your face. Fuck my hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, you little bitch! Suck all that hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice down your throat!”
With a series of guttural cries and grunts, the Musalmān redhead used her friend’s face as a fuck toy and finally collapsed forward, her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks shaking and spasming from the intensity of the orgasm.
Then she groaned loudly and rolled to her side.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s entire face was glistening and slick with Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot secretions, and she lay dazed by the intensity of her experience.
Lubnā Salīm stretched and smiled at her friend.
“I cannot believe you’ve never eaten Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot before, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. If not, you’re the most natural bottom I’ve ever fucked. If you ever want to go lesbian, I know a couple of dyke tops that would kill just to have you for themselves,” she said.
At that, she looked at me, then back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Well, baby, I think it’s time you turn Åbdul Ħamīd into a cuckold to Hindu bull dick. Are you ready for the main event?”
The blonde nodded, weakly.
Lubnā Salīm smiled.
“I’m going to get your cucky boy. I’ll be right back,” she said, and, still naked, padded out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
While Lubnā Salīm went to fetch me, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached for the small pipe and fired it up again, taking first one and then a second deep hit.
“Dunno what this is, but it sure makes me feel really good,” the blonde said, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes now reddened and her pupils dilated.
I stood at the end of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd sat of the bed, with my Uncut Hindu Lund dangling just in front of her face.
She leaned forward and tentatively flicked the tip of the wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock, then licked the head.
Finally, she opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth as wide as she could and worked her lips around the glans, letting her saliva moisten the big head as best she could.
She pushed the Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, then swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over the head.
As I slowly started to become erect, she gently held the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and ran her open Musalmān mouth and tongue up and down each side, trying her best to get the whole thing wet with saliva.
It was slow going at first, but as she worked up and down the shaft and then popped the head back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, she gradually succeeded in lubricating me.
Then she took the big Hindu shaft in both hands and started stroking me while she bobbed her head up and down on the bulging Hindu head.
She was aided by the fact that I starting leaking clear pre-cum fluid, which when mingled with her saliva provided an increasing effective lubricant. It was still a struggle.
I was pretty big, but she knew that she could close her fingers around my Hindu shaft when I was fully erect.
I was still stiffening and getting thicker as my Uncut Hindu Cock engorged with blood, and she could no longer close her fingers around the monstrous Hindu shaft until they touched.
She also discovered that she could put one hand down around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other right on top of it and still have some of the shaft and my Uncut Hindu Cockhead extend above the top hand.
I filled her hands but was completely covered when fully erect.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was mesmerized by the incredible Uncut Hindu Cock she was sucking.
As she worked it, she relaxed her jaws and throat subconsciously, allowing me to slide one inch after another into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and gently down her throat.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd found that by breathing through her nose and not forcing me too abruptly, she was having an easier time of swallowing the Hindu dick.
She had perhaps 7 inches of the thick Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat when the bedroom door opened and Lubnā Salīm, Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq entered.
Åbdul Ħamīd was stunned at the sight that greeted him.
There was his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blonde newlywed sitting naked on the edge of the bed with her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes closed and her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth engulfing the biggest, Hindu Uncut Hindu Cock Åbdul Ħamīd had ever seen.
I stood with one leg on the bed, every inch the specimen of former college football player I had once been, ripped from head to toe and rippling with muscle.
I smirked at Åbdul Ħamīd and eased another inch of my massive Uncut Hindu Cock into Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s mouth.
From the “mmmmmm” noises she was making in the back of her throat, it appeared as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was enjoying herself very much, tremendously.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the fUCK is going on here?” Åbdul Ħamīd said loudly, when he had recovered from his initial shock. “I didn’t tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd it was okay to do this!”
Lubnā Salīm’s eyes blazed.
“What the hell does it look like, idiot?” she retorted. “Your pretty blonde Musalmān bride is trying her best to swallow the hindu monster Uncut Hindu Cock that’s about to stretch her hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and the only one who is going to tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd what to do is the Hindu bull who’s going to own both of you. Welcome to the world of big Hindu bulls and hot Musalmān wives, cucky boy. Now shut the hell up, sit the hell down, and watch Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot get totally owned by her new Hindu master. If you’re polite, I might let you suck Durgesh’s Hindu cum load out of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s cunt when he’s done fucking her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd opened his mouth to protest, but instead held his peace and sat down in stunned silence on the club chair near the foot of the bed.
He was too furious to protest even, now.
Åbdul Ħamīd watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife sucking me greedily ravenously, scornfully.
Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq sat side by side on a nearby loveseat.
With a start, Åbdul Ħamīd realized that Muħammad Ashfāq had removed his clothes, and Lubnā Salīm was slowly stroking her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s stiffening cut Musalmān nūnī while they watched Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and me.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s head was spinning.
Not only was his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife going to fuck a huge hung Hindu man in front of Åbdul Ħamīd, but also she was doing it in front of another Musalmān couple.
Another cuckold Musalmān couple, in fact.
Worse, Lubnā Salīm was clearly enjoying Åbdul Ħamīd’s humiliation and seemed to be leading his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife down into depravity.
It was almost as though she was the instigator rather than simply a facilitator.
Åbdul Ħamīd wondered if I was using the Musalmān redhead to recruit and seduce other Musalmān wives.
Muħammad Ashfāq, meanwhile, was lost in thoughts of my own.
When we’d first discussed the idea of leading other young newbie Musalmān couples into the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband community, he’d finally appreciated what a devious and nasty hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife Lubnā Salīm had become.
He had to admit that watching Åbdul Ħamīd and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd getting turned out was proving to be a huge turn on.
The twisted little surprise they’d cooked up for the end of the evening got him hard as a rock just thinking about it.
He had appreciated Lubnā Salīm’s inventiveness when she’d outlined her idea the night before, and had readily agreed to the proposal.
Now it was just a matter of the bull’s consummation of the cute blonde teaching assistant, who at that moment was struggling to get still more of my huge Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān throat.
As if in answer to his thought, Lubnā Salīm called out to him.
“Time to stretch out that sweet blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and ruin it for her Psuedo Musalmān husband,” she said.
I slowly drew my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s mouth.
The young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān blonde took a deep breath and smiled up at me.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“Ask me,” I smiled teasingly.
“Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said to me in a whisper. “Please fuck me now, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
“Tell your ever aggressive Musalmān husband too to ask me,” I smiled more teasingly now.*
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and looked right into his eyes.
“Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to ask Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, to fuck me too with his Uncut Hindu Lund and fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of his ever creative wonderful Hindu cum.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw dropped and he sputtered.
“Just do it, Durgesh,” he finally croaked out loud.
“No, honey, you need to ask Durgesh politely to do exactly what I said,” his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife told him.
Åbdul Ħamīd flushed bright red.
H2 struggled for the words.
“Please,” Åbdul Ħamīd started, “please, Durgesh, fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bride with your huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and please fill her up with your wonderful Hindu sperm.”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd got on her hands and knees with her tight Musalmān ass pointed at my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I took lined up with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to mount her, she looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Wait,” she said, and turned to her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to come here, take Durgesh’s unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in your hand and put yourself him in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I want you to give my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to Durgesh yourself. No argument now whatsoever. Do it now,” she instructed Åbdul Ħamīd rather curtly.
Åbdul Ħamīd stood and walked over to the bed as a zombie called up from the grave.
He reached down, gingerly took my massive Uncut Hindu Lund in one hand, spread his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s wet labia open, and pushed slipping my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lundhead into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As if in a trance, Åbdul Ħamīd heard himself speaking.
“Please claim my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fill her with your wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund and Hindu cum.”
Then extremely exhausted, Åbdul Ħamīd went back and sat down in the chair.
I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock forward slowly into the pretty Musalmān blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
The first few inches went easily enough, but then I ran into some resistance.
I slowly drew back out and reentered, allowing my Uncut Hindu Cock to become better lubricated with Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s juices and giving her time to relax to accommodate my Hindu length and particularly my Hindu girth.
I repeated the slow out and back in maneuver several times before I felt the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot relax a bit to allow me to enter deeper.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached between her beautiful Musalmān legs and slowly rubbed her Musalmān clitoris with her right hand, increasing her arousal in the process, pushing back against the invading Uncut Hindu Cock as she did so.
Slowly, bit by bit, the huge Hindu King Cobra worked its way deeper and deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, which was stretching more and more as I fucked in and out of her.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd felt an electric tingle starting at the base of her spine and spreading from her Musalmān clitoris to her brain.
She started panting and moaning as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, so full, so big,” she moaned. “Allaaaaaah! Oh my God, I’ve never been so full of Uncut Hindu Cock in my life, it’s incredible! I, I, I, oh hell, yes I’m cumming,” she shrieked as wave after wave of orgasm rolled up and down her spine and her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt squeezed my huge Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly, she felt something give inside her and I slid the entire length of my Hindu erection into her until my big Hindu balls slapped her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh good lord,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gasped and turned to look at her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, you’ve never ever been this deep inside me, and you’ve never stretched my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot walls like this,” she said, her voice thick with her ravenous Musalmān lust. “Durgesh is just amazing, incredible!”
Åbdul Ħamīd simply stared at his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, too stunned by what he was witnessing to say anything in response.
I gave the mn blonde barely a moment to recover from her orgasm before I started to fuck in and out of her again, taking advantage of her now much looser, yet still tight, beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
I kept up a steady rhythm, slowly drawing all but the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock out and then smoothly sliding it back in as deep as it could go.
The pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife fucked me back with abandon, and it was not long before I was rewarded with her groans and screams as her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot again squeezed me as she climaxed.
This time, I did not pause at all but simply kept right on fucking Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, pumping in and out a bit faster.
I turned to Lubnā Salīm and motioned to the redhead.
Lubnā Salīm quickly crossed the room and lay down on the bed with her head near me.
The Hindu athlete took Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s arms and pulled her up against me, allowing Lubnā Salīm to slip underneath so her face was even with the blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, now engorged with my thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
I lowered Al Nādirah Al Waħīd back down and gently pressed her head towards Lubnā Salīm’s tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Not needing more encouragement, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd eagerly started licking the redhead’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while Lubnā Salīm’s tongue darted between her own lips and flicked over her Musalmān clitoris.
I resumed pistoning in and out of the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s rapidly loosening her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt while Al Nādirah Al Waħīd started grunting rhythmically as I bottomed out deep inside her.
For what seemed like an eternity the three ashvinātam lovers remained locked in our embrace, the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women licking and sucking each other’s Musalmān pussies while I drove in and out of the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s sopping tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s moans, muffled by the fact that her face was buried in Lubnā Salīm’s Musalmān crotch, were nearly continuous.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reared her head back and started a keening wail as she climaxed again.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, I’m cumming so hard. I’ve never cum so hard in my life, oh, oh, oh, Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, your huge Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing!” she cried out.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Fuck my married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. Fuck it ’til I can’t walk and then fill my muqaddas Musalmān womb with your hot Hindu seed,”
The slender Musalmān blonde wailed, and then lowered her face back down below until she was licking Lubnā Salīm’s wetness again.
I picked up my pace, holding onto Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s heavy beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks while I drove myself in and out of her, pounding her as hard as I could.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s arrogance had ignited something primitive in me, and I wanted to take Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband down a few notches by fucking the pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife into complete submission and making it completely clear to her Pseudo Musalmān husband that Åbdul Ħamīd would never again be her only bed partner.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was moaning and grunting continuously and incoherently as her Hindu lover pounded myself into her.
She no longer cared about anything except my sexual satisfaction, giving herself and her extremely beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body totally over to my Hindu lust and her own Musalmān pleasure.
After this, she knew she would never again be fully satisfied with her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī, no matter how hard Åbdul Ħamīd might try to please her.
The thought stoked her arousal still further, and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized she was beginning to climax yet again, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot once again clamping hard against my invading Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt the tell-tale constricting of the blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was starting to orgasm.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock, it seemed to pull me in even deeper, and at last, I felt my own climax beginning to build.
By now, I was pounding my partner relentlessly as she pushed back against me and started to squirm and shake, driving myself toward my own satiation.
A guttural grunt escaped me, followed by another as I began to reach the point of no return.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could tell that I was reaching orgasm, and the realization triggered her own release.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot started rhythmically milking my huge Uncut Hindu Lund buried so deeply inside her, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned louder and louder, finally giving voice to her own pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Durgesh, baby, fuck my hot tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, my hot married tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Give me your Hindu cum, fill me up right now, it’s incredible!”
Then Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was screaming incoherently as she felt me pour stream after stream of my hot Hindu cum into her open Musalmān womb.
My orgasm seemed to go on and on, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled to overflowing as my Hindu cum started leaking out of her and running down her smooth Musalmān thighs.
At last, I stopped thrusting into her and slowly withdrew my still-turgid Uncut Hindu Cock from Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, leaving it gaping open attractively as my Hindu seed pooled down towards her opening.
Lubnā Salīm raised her head up and fastened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over the blonde’s outer lips, licking and sucking my Hindu cum that ran out.
At the same time, I moved to the opposite end, lowering my cum- and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice-covered Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head.
The blonde opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund into it, swallowing the Hindu sperm that coated me until she had licked me clean.
Finished, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized that Lubnā Salīm was no longer doing the same to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and she rolled gratefully onto her back.
A moment later, Lubnā Salīm leaned over and kissed Al Nādirah Al Waħīd full on the lips.
As their tongues met, Lubnā Salīm opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and released the large load of My Hindu cum that she had sucked out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while the young blonde licked and swallowed what ran into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Exhausted, soaked in sweat, and dripping with cum and my Hindu semen, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd put her head back down on the bed.
“We’re not done, yet, you little Musalmān slut,” Lubnā Salīm smiled. Durgesh needs to use my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot too so I can get off, too.”
Before Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could respond, I was between Lubnā Salīm’s beautiful Musalmān legs and had buried my hard Uncut Hindu Cock in a single thrust as I started to vigorously fuck Lubnā Salīm.
Åbdul Waħīd was too shell-shocked to object and was startled to see his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife wrap her beautiful Musalmān legs around me and start fucking me back.
Åbdul Waħīd was even more startled when Lubnā Salīm moaned a few minutes later and began to climax on the much bigger Uncut Hindu Cock as I buried myself deeply in her and shot my own Hindu semen into her Musalmān womb.
Åbdul Ħamīd was astounded.
Not only had he watched his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, get the fucking of her life from a Hindu man, but now he had been even more humiliated as Åbdul Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Lubnā Salīm, had too cum hard on the Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
They both had let me dump my Hindu cum into their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As Åbdul Ħamīd watched, Lubnā Salīm grabbed a handful of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s short blonde hair and lifted her head off the bed.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was so fucked out she could barely keep her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes open.
“Well, you slut, tell your Pseudo Musalmān husband if you enjoyed cuckolding him with a huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
“Oh baby, Åbdul Ħamīd,” the Musalmān blonde, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, sighed, “I loved it. You’ve never ever fucked me as Durgesh did. I hope you enjoyed watching the show, because there’s going to be a lot more big Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from now on.” She paused. “Oh, yeah, one other thing. I think I liked cucking you with Muħammad Ashfāq too. I can have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, too. Now get over here and suck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clean.”
Åbdul Ħamīd didn’t say a word, but knelt at the end of the bed and started eating his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s gaping and cum coated tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
It had been quite a night.
Wasn’t it really?
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I drank my morning coffee while sitting in the comfortable club chair in my living room.
I had an unobstructed view of the city, but I wasn’t focused on the scenery.
Instead, I was worried about my recent entry into a world of young white Musalmān wives and their cuckold Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.
I’d been seeing Lubnā Salīm, the tiny redheaded Musalmān extrovert, for nearly a month.
At first, we had only been intimate when Lubnā Salīm’s husband Muħammad Ashfāq was present and therefore able to watch.
Lately, however, Lubnā Salīm had started seeing me alone.
She’d assured me that Muħammad Ashfāq actually enjoyed waiting for her to return and fill him in on the details of her dalliances with me.
I had been extraordinary cautious at first, but Muħammad Ashfāq had personally confirmed that he was entirely comfortable waiting as well as watching, and I had been only too happy to oblige.
The truth was, I was really enjoying Lubnā Salīm’s near-obsession with my big Uncut Hindu Lund.
The fact that she was getting kinkier by the week didn’t hurt at all, either.
The last time we’d fucked in front of Muħammad Ashfāq, Lubnā Salīm had insisted that her husband lie on his back while she straddled his face and I drove into her from behind.
Muħammad Ashfāq had obligingly spread his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open so that I could easily ram my Uncut Hindu Cock into her, and then begun licking her Musalmān clitoris.
When I had finally pumped Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of cum, she’d lowered herself down on Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and climaxed one last time while her Pseudo Musalmān husband licked and sucked her clean.
We’d been in a post-coital haze when Lubnā Salīm spoke up.
“I almost feel guilty keeping your incredible Uncut Hindu Cock to myself.”
I chuckled, but Lubnā Salīm persisted.
“Seriously, Muħammad Ashfāq and I know at least three other Musalmān couples we could pretty well guarantee would love to go Hindu. They are young marrieds like us. One couple just got back from their honeymoon last week. If you’re interested, we could make introductions.”
I smiled affably.
“Tell me more about the newlyweds,” I said.
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Thought that might get your attention. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s only 21 and just started as a teaching assistant at my University. Åbdul Ħamīd ― her husband ― is older, around 30 I think. He manages an electronics store.”
“And what makes you think they’d be interested?” I smiled, meaningfully.
“We went out for drinks the other night and I got a little talkative about what Muħammad Ashfāq and I were into,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was very curious ― she asked a lot of questions, so many in fact, that I started teasing her about wanting to try some Uncut Hindu Lund herself. She got very flustered and didn’t exactly deny it, so I flat out asked her if she was interested. She said she was, but wasn’t sure how Åbdul Ħamīd would react.”
“So you don’t really know?” I asked, smiling, teasing her actually.
Lubnā Salīm frowned.
“I didn’t say that, did I? I told her if she was serious to talk to Åbdul Ħamīd and see what he had to say,” she explained. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd pulled me aside at our lunch break today and told me Åbdul Ħamīd was willing to meet you. We’re coming over for drinks tomorrow evening.”
“How likely is this?” I asked.
Lubnā Salīm paused for a minute.
“That’s a really tough question to answer. To be completely honest, Åbdul Ħamīd’s kind of an arrogant ass. He thinks he’s Allah’s gift to Musalmān women. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd tells me that he’s quite well hung and absolutely convinced that she would never, ever, consider another man after him. He’s so confident that he gets her to dress provocatively and takes her to a local club frequented by Hindu men. He sits at the bar and makes her flirt and dance with the Hindu customers even, but she never delivers anything. Åbdul Ħamīd likes showing that he controls her and the Hindu guys can look but not have her. Then he takes her home and fucks her.”
I was cautious.
I had to.
My Uncut Hindu Lund belonged to my infinite Musalmān Live In Relationship Partners actually.
Their happiness and life of their children even was dependent on me.
I didn’t have any right to risk their happiness and life of their children even.
“Sounds like a weird dynamic. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd likes it?”
“She likes flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, but she hates feeling like a pawn in Åbdul Ħamīd’s dominance games,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Åbdul Ħamīd will try to pull the same crap with you, no doubt, but Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wants to teach the bastard, Åbdul Ħamīd, a lesson. Or should I say, to have you teach Åbdul Ħamīd a lesson Åbdul Ħamīd won’t ever forget.”
“How should I play this, then?” I asked, testing herself actually.
“Åbdul Ħamīd will have her tease you, but this time Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not going to leave when he tells her to,” Lubnā Salīm explained. “You need to control the dynamic, take charge, and fuck the hell out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. She’ll take care of cutting Åbdul Ħamīd down to size.” Lubnā Salīm paused. “I should tell you that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd thinks she’ll run the show. You need to dominate her too and make it clear that she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut and they’re both your cuck couple.”
I found myself drinking my coffee and thinking on my own increasing involvement in the interfaith cuckolding lifestyle.
I hadn’t originally wanted to reinforce Musalmān couples’ fantasies about Hindu bedroom dominance and Uncut Hindu Lund “superiority.”
Yet this was clearly where Musalmān couples were coming from and, I had to admit, lately I’d found the power dynamics increasingly arousing.
Taking control of a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife like Lubnā Salīm and giving her the fucking of her life while her Pseudo Musalmān husband watched was like Viagra, and the more I did it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the deeper into dominance I found myself descending. In addition, with Lubnā Salīm’s suggestions about Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd, it seemed like I was about to explore the scenario even more.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd were already at Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq’s condo when I arrived.
I ignored the new couple momentarily, nodded to Muħammad Ashfāq, and, walking up to the petite redhead, gave Lubnā Salīm a long tongue kiss, running my right hand down her gorgeous magnificent Musalmān back and squeezing her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Lubnā Salīm made a little humming noise in her throat and melted against me.
I knew the newlyweds were watching my display of open dominance closely.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get me a bourbon and branch for your lovely wife, will you?” I made it sound like an instruction to a waiter rather than a request.
Muħammad Ashfāq headed to the kitchen to get the drink, while Lubnā Salīm made the introductions.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was a willowy blonde.
Like Lubnā Salīm, her hair was cut quite short, which called attention to her enormous blue eyes.
The effect was stunning.
She was perhaps 5 feet 7 inches tall, and radiated good health.
As I had anticipated, her Pseudo Musalmān husband had dressed her for display.
She was wearing a light and semi-opaque sun dress that tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back bare and showing clearly that she was not wearing a bra.
Her big Musalmān breasts were outlined clearly against the fabric.
The dress ended two inches above her knees, showing off her long, firm legs to advantage.
She smiled radiantly when I took her hand in mine, holding it far longer than necessary as I deliberately made a show of looking at Al Nādirah Al Waħīd from head to toe.
Only then did I release her hand and turn to her Pseudo Musalmān husband, acknowledging him with a slight tip of my head and ignoring Åbdul Ħamīd’s proffered handshake.
Muħammad Ashfāq returned with the drink, which I took without acknowledgement, and then turned my full attention back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Tell me about yourself, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd,” I said, smiling at the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bride, offering my hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd took my hand in hers and I led her away from her Pseudo Musalmān husband toward the balcony.
“What brings you to me?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled back.
“Lubnā Salīm’s been singing your praises,” she said. “I guess I’ve always found Hindu men attractive, but have never had an opportunity to act on it. Åbdul Ħamīd and I met while I was a sophomore, started dating, got engaged and got married, so I’ve never been in a position where I felt I could date Hindu men.”
I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes until she blushed and broke the contact.
“So you’re a newlywed and a Uncut Hindu Lund virgin and you already want to cuckold your new Pseudo Musalmān husband with a Hindu man? That’s jumping in the deep end of the pool,” I said. “Is Åbdul Ħamīd failing to satisfy you?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd blushed again.
“He’s . . . fine.”
“But?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to explain it,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said. “Åbdul Ħamīd’s focused on himself. It never occurs to him that he could be a better lover, or that I might have other interests. Moreover, it really upsets me that he makes me play the Uncut Hindu Cock-tease with Hindu guys for his amusement. I guess you could say that I want to just shock the hell out of Åbdul Ħamīd and show him that he doesn’t own me, if that makes sense, and that he’s not the be-all to end-all lover that he’s convinced he is.”
“Do you get turned on when Åbdul Ħamīd has you Uncut Hindu Cock-tease?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“I like dancing and flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, that’s for sure, but it never amounts to anything. As soon as they start trying to feel me up, Åbdul Ħamīd cuts it off and we go home. It’s frustrating to get turned on and then have to stop.”
“I know I can help you with that problem.”
Then I leaned in and kissed the lovely young Musalmān blonde full on the lips, putting one hand on her waist and pulling her toward me.
The action was so smooth that it caught Al Nādirah Al Waħīd by surprise, and I felt her stiffen momentarily, but then relax, Her lips parted and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue darted between them and into my mouth as she pressed against me.
I felt her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her dress, and slid my hand down to caress her excellent Musalmān butt, squeezing her as I did so, and pushing her groin forward until it pressed against my Hindu crotch.
I held the kiss and felt her respond more passionately, finally breaking it off and leaving her gasping as I ran my hand down the front of her dress and over her now hard nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and crossed the room back to the kitchen, knowing full well that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Pseudo Musalmān husband had witnessed the entire event.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stood, stunned by the suddenness of the development.
I approached Lubnā Salīm as the petite redhead smiled a welcome. “That was pretty impressive,” she said. “Looks like she’s practically putty in your ever competent Hindu hands.”
“Maybe,” I replied, “but I need you to help get her ready and relaxed. That is, if you can think of a way to help out.”
Lubnā Salīm gave me a wicked grin. “I have just what she needs.” She bounced across the living room, put her head close to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s and whispered something in the Musalmān blonde’s ear.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded and the two young Musalmān wives headed down the hall to the master bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them when they reached their destination.
I turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq, acknowledging Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband directly for the first time that evening.
At thirty, Åbdul Ħamīd was in decent shape, perhaps 6 feet tall and trim, with close-cropped black hair, brown eyes, and decent muscle tone.
I surmised that Åbdul Ħamīd worked out enough to stave off the pudginess that often came with middle-management responsibilities.
Despite the air of confidence that Åbdul Ħamīd tried to project, I sensed that the man was uncertain and a bit uncomfortable about what he had just seen transpire.
“So, Åbdul Ħamīd, are you ready to join the ranks of Musalmān cuckolds?” I asked casually, almost as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband and I were talking about the latest standings in the NFL.
Åbdul Ħamīd nearly choked on his drink. “I, uh, well I don’t know that anything like that’s going to happen right now,” he spluttered. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wanted to just meet you, and I agreed to let her.”
“Oh, I think she’s ready to do way more than just meet me, judging from the way she just stuck her sweet little tongue halfway down my throat in the living room. I’d say she’s already made up her mind that the two of you aren’t leaving until she’s had a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot-full of big Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Åbdul Ħamīd scowled.
“I think you’ve got it all wrong. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not doing anything until and unless I tell her that I want her to do it.”
I gave Åbdul Ħamīd a long look.
“I don’t think so, my friend. The first lesson to be learned is that cuck Musalmān husbands don’t make the rules anymore. You’re here to help Al Nādirah Al Waħīd get what she really wants, which is to have you watch her fuck me. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be the most intense sexual experience of your life.”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded vigorously. “My right, Åbdul Ħamīd. It really is the most amazing thing you’ll ever see.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw clenched and he closed my hands into fists.
“I think this evening’s over. Muħammad Ashfāq, where’s Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gone to? It’s time for us to leave,” I said.
I smiled at the attempted assertiveness Åbdul Ħamīd was putting on display.
I drew myself up to my full height and leaned forward into the Pseudo Musalmān husband’s personal space, forcing Åbdul Ħamīd to look up at me.
“The only place you’re going is where I tell you to sit while you watch your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife get the kind of fucking she wants but you could never give her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd blanched and took a step back.
At that moment, Lubnā Salīm bounced into the kitchen.
“My goodness, boys, the testosterone is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” she said merrily. “Maybe you should just all put your dicks on the table and see who the real man is. On second thought, never mind. We all know who’d win that contest pretty easily.”
Åbdul Ħamīd shrugged. “I was telling Muħammad Ashfāq and Durgesh that we were just leaving.”
“Oh really?” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Might want to talk to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd about that. When I left the bedroom, she was lying on the bed stark naked. She sent me to tell Durgesh she was waiting for him.” With that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān redhead turned and walked back down the hallway to the bedroom.
I couldn’t help smirking at Åbdul Ħamīd.
“You two Pseudo Musalmīn cucks wait here,” I said, and followed Lubnā Salīm.*
It was the same bed I’d gained comfort from when I was here before.
Yet, now it was also something more.
It dawned on me that my thoughts described Al Furqān Al Firdaus as well.
She was the same Al Furqān Al Firdaus I knew and loved, but now she was something more.
“Hey Durgesh,” Ħabībah said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I groaned as I sat up. “This couch sucks! I’m exhausted.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your Bahoo Bégum’s room?” her boyfriend Vijay Vikram Pratāp asked.
“That was the plan,” I sighed. “Until Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home early.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum’s home?” Ħabībah asked, no longer smiling.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stood and stretched.
“Damn it!” Vijay Vikram Pratāp cried. “She hates me as it is, and this isn’t going to help!”
I fought off a smile.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t hate Vijay Vikram Pratāp.
She didn’t hate anyone, but then again he wasn’t her favorite person.
Mine either for that matter.
“Does she know about the party?” he asked.
“Of course she does,” Ħabībah said, answering for me. “She’s Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister. “I told her it was all Vijay Vikram Pratāp’s idea. You should be okay.” I then turned to Vijay Vikram Pratāp and added, “Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning.”
“What?” he asked nervously.
“Relax,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister sighed. “Durgesh is just joking.”
“Very funny man!” he said angrily.
“Vijay Vikram Pratāp, I think you’d better be going,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s an early riser and I don’t think you want to be here when she gets up.”
“I’m gone,” he said, giving Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, a quick kiss and making for the door.
Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music?
“Think we should wake up Shaguftah Jamīl and Ashok?” Ħabībah asked.
“Probably,” I answered, forgetting about Vijay Vikram Pratāp for the Moment. “It will give them a chance to prepare.”
“As you can prepare for one of Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s lectures,” Ħabībah sighed, but then added, “On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There’s no reason for everyone to have to face the music.”
“I’ll wake them,” I said.
I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head.
I was also exhausted.
Had it happened?
Did I really sleep with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)?
Moreover, what did it mean for us today?
The last question was the one that concerned me the most.
I had no idea how to react, but I figured I’d work through it eventually.
On the other hand, I was seriously worried about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
I was cautious that there was a good chance she wouldn’t handle it at all.
And then what?
I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before, out of my head, for the Moment.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, and her boyfriend Shankar were asleep in the bed.
She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles.
Shaguftah Jamīl took after her Ammī’s side.
Shankar wasn’t much taller with blond hair and a wrestler’s built.
They made a nice couple.
They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.
“Wake up you two!” I said, shaking the bed.
Shankar didn’t budge, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, opened her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Lillah, For God’s sake, why?” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s home,” I replied.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus? Oh no!” Shaguftah Jamīl cried, and then started shaking Shankar.
I left the room and moved on to my bedroom.
I pulled my shirt off as I went.
I needed something to get me going.
A shower was just the thing.
I’d grab some clothes while I woke Ashok and his Musalmān girl up.
Maybe it would help.
I threw open the door to find Sabīħah Åbbās riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, on my bed.
The room smelled of sex.
Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me and smiled.
I shook my head.
She didn’t even pause in what she was doing.
“You two better hurry,” I said. “Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus is home and she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“Damn!” Ashok cried and pushed his Musalmān girl off him.
Sabīħah Åbbās clearly wanted to finish.
I shook my head and went to my dresser.
Ashok’s hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built.
Sabīħah Åbbās‘s hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it.
You wouldn’t know it based on the way she dressed, but her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body was amazing.
I’d gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment.
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Pseudo Musalmīn almost invariably criticized Hindus and Hinduism that they were sex oriented.
But they never realized the ever irrefutable historical scientific fact that it was actually the basic reason Hinduism and Hindus always survived invariably.
Not only Pseudo Musalmīn, almost the entire non Hindus did the same essential mistake in understanding and dealing with the Hindus, causing their womankind losing to Hindus ever.
Yet, they were still adamant to criticize Hindus and Hinduism for it.
They could never understand Hindus were never as foolish and stupid as to leave their ever irrefutable crucial means of survival.
That afternoon the 3 of us started the bike ride.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd was much happier and Nādirshāh Durrānī was hopeful we could get back on track after her hurtful laughing last night.
We were riding for 20 minutes when we reached the first of 4 big hills.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was working much harder now.
I had made sure we all knew the route and had encouraged Al Fātimah Al Saåīd to challenge me that I was too old to get over the hills.
I turned to them both and said:
“See if you two youngsters can cope with my speed.*
I accelerated away and Al Fātimah Al Saåīd tried to respond.
Nādirshāh Durrānī called for her to wait for him, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd turned and shouted:
“Surely you can keep up with your own father. Can’t you? Who the hell is young, you or your sixty four years old still ever athletic Hindu father?”
As she accelerated away to catch me, Nādirshāh Durrānī thought he heard her say something about him not inheriting my abilities and thought it was cruel of his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh, and her to laugh at Nādirshāh Durrānī’s lack of cycling ability.
Instead of investigating, perusing and learning why he was losing always to me, Nādirshāh Durrānī always thought erroneously that I deliberately humiliated him.
He was still as incurable as he was earlier.
He was still adamant not to take any lesson from losing his Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān girlfriends one by one to me.
I was constantly trying to make him think on his sexual life gravely.
Yet, Nādirshāh Durrānī was still adamant not to think gravely ever on the matter.
He had vowed to think on it only communally ever.
Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought ever erroneously that he was Never responsible for what he was losing constantly.
I was deliberately defeating him, to humiliate him.
Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought incurably that I was too as an ever incurable communal Hindu as he himself was an ever incurable communal Pseudo Musalmān.
Very quickly Al Fātimah Al Saåīd and I were miles ahead as Nādirshāh Durrānī labored and stopped on the first hill.
We were racing quickly but not in competition, but in order to get as far ahead as possible so that we could stop and fuck for as long as possible.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd was desperate to be fucked by the Hindu monster she had tried to swallow this morning.
She never thought of Nādirshāh Durrānī after it.
Why the hell should she?
She needed sex.
Every woman needs that.
She wasn’t alone.
What was the use of Nādirshāh Durrānī if he was incapable to provide her what she needed so intensely?
Why the hell should Al Fātimah Al Saåīd not go to Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father, if he could provide Al Fātimah Al Saåīd what she needed so intensely, so immensely?
We stopped at the top of the third hill.
There was no-one around for miles and Nādirshāh Durrānī was probably laboring an hour behind us.
She bent forward and pulled her top off –
“Don’t you feel bad that you are going to fuck your son’s girlfriend?” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd tested me.
“Not as bad as you would feel if I put this away,” I said waving my huge hard Uncut Hindu Lund in her face.
“You arrogant Hindu scoundrel,” she said grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock and sucking it desperately into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth before I could withdraw my offering.
For 20 minutes I simply fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth with my huge Hindu knob.
She desperately wanted to feel my huge Hindu balls explode in her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth again but I controlled myself.
She was pretty and busty but I had enjoyed better extremely beautiful Musalmān Beauties Uncut Hindu Cocksuckers, than the inexperienced Al Fātimah Al Saåīd, and my main turn on was the fact that I was educating my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, by stamping my dominance over him.
I eventually pulled it out of Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s mouth even against the protests from her.
“But I want you to cum like this morning,” she pleaded.
“Oh I will honey, but first I am going to reshape your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
Her fear and pain as I put my Hindu monster in her, turned to constant orgasms over the next half hour as I lived up to my promise and fucked her so that she wouldn’t walk properly again that week.
“If I cum in you, you will be pregnant. Are you on the pill.”
“Yes, I need you to cum in me. Don’t you dare pull out, Durgesh, please,” she screamed.
I pressed my Hindu monster deepest inside her and said:
“Do you think Nādirshāh Durrānī could reach up there with practice?”.
She laughed and I smiled my success in managing to send the message to Nādirshāh Durrānī what he was losing, why he was losing and how he could get it back, if he really wanted to.
The problem was, Nādirshāh Durrānī still thought my message was communal, instead of my parental duty to him.
What a moron, Eīshān! Eīshān!!
“Not even half way, now stop bragging and empty those ever excellent Hindu balls of yours into me.” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd requested.
I smiled down at her and complied with her demand.
In 3 huge Hindu thrusts I was cumming an endless stream of my hot Hindu cum into her.
Two minutes later Al Fātimah Al Saåīd looked like she had been fucked half to death but she had a strange vicious immensely triumphant smile on her face as I pushed my still hard Hindu monster into her.
“We have 15 minutes I reckon before Nādirshāh Durrānī gets here so there is time for me to fill your throat with my Hindu cum as promised,” I smiled at Al Fātimah Al Saåīd.
“Do you never stop or go soft?” she asked in amazement.
I grabbed my balls and said:
“I will save this load for my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, then, should I?” and I started to put it away.
“That would be a waste,” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd said wickedly and grabbed my huge Uncut Hindu Cock and wanked it lewdly in front of her open mouth licking it. “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife is such a nice person, why would she marry a Hindu sex maniac like you. But then again your wife doesn’t have a pair like these to make your Uncut Hindu Cock constantly hard, does she?”
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd pressed her large Musalmān tits together and slid the angry looking Hindu weapon between them.
“She is a plain Musalmān woman who gets this Uncut Hindu Lund every so often, and she is grateful for it. I provide her with all the money she could ever need and of course she does even know that I fuck any Musalmān woman that wants me to fuck her, as you yourself do.”
“Including her beloved son’s girlfriend?” Al Fātimah Al Saåīd commented sarcastically.
“Exactly, why the hell not, if the girlfriend is not loyal to her beloved son? If she can cheat our beloved son for my Uncut Hindu Lund, why the hell our beloved son should suffer for such a cheater?” I said pressing my Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān throat as I watched my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, wind his way up the hill towards us. ” Nādirshāh Durrānī will be here in 5 minutes so you better clean this off fast,” I said and just minutes after I had emptied my balls into her I pointed my Uncut Hindu Cock at her open mouth and erupted.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd marveled at my virility as my pungent thick Hindu cum continued to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and shoot into her nonstop.
With Nādirshāh Durrānī about to come round the final bend Al Fātimah Al Saåīd went to the nearby brook to wash the cum out of her face and hands.
I smiled and popped my Hindu weapon inside my shorts – but not for long.
Like almost entire beautiful Musalmān women I had met, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd too had become obsessed by my Uncut Hindu Cock and would take big risks to be fucked by it or just to hold it.
Every free 5 minutes we had, I fucked her or she blew me off.
She explained to Nādirshāh Durrānī that she couldn’t walk properly for a few days because of saddle sore keeping up with his Sixty four years old yet immensely hyper sexual, immensely capable, Hindu father, Durgesh.
Only recently had this holiday caused any concern for Nādirshāh Durrānī after what had happened to Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī.
Al Fātimah Al Saåīd had dumped Nādirshāh Durrānī on her return from holiday, without ever fucking him, but she said she wanted to stay friends and keep in touch with Nādirshāh Durrānī’s family.*
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd heard Nādirshāh Durrānī’s edited version of that holiday and realized that Nādirshāh Durrānī’s Hindu father has almost certainly replaced Nādirshāh Durrānī in Al Fātimah Al Saåīd’s bed that week and subsequently.
Nādirshāh Durrānī needs brought down a peg or two she thought to herself.
She stroked Nādirshāh Durrānī’s hair and pressed her Musalmān tits into his face.
Oh Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, she heard him say as Nādirshāh Durrānī released himself into his trousers again.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said lovingly:
“You can’t fuck me until you learn self-control, Nādirshāh Durrānī. But it is nice to know you like me soooo much,”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled pushing her jumper bound Musalmān tits firmer into his face.
My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, and I together with Nādirshāh Durrānī, had been invited to the wedding of Nizāmuddīn and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was the daughter of my main business associate, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl.
Nizāmuddīn was employed by my company.
My son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had a brief relationship which failed for the usual reason – I.
Once again, Nādirshāh Durrānī refused to understand his real problem.
He was adamant immensely imprudently not to improve his actions.
The results were consequently themselves unimproved.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had the looks of someone from a rich family.
She spoke with a posh accent and had very pretty blue eyes.
Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī had turned up at the wedding in her customary mini skirt expecting my attention, but Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had assets which even the very beautiful Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī was struggling to compete with – massive firm Musalmān tits.
The plunging neckline and unnecessary wonder bra meant that the men in the room all were mainly looking one way – Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s exquisite Musalmān cleavage.
I thought her new Musalmān husband Nizāmuddīn looked uncomfortable with the way she looked, as did Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s father, Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl, who spent half an hour telling me that his daughter should have dressed more modestly for the occasion, as my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī had.
Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl was extremely rich and gave his daughter everything she wanted.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl hadn’t done a day’s work in her life and had been just 20 when I first met her at Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl’s house.
My Uncut Hindu Lund had twitched in my trousers when I saw her but I had been involved in a major deal and so had not been able to spend Time with her.
I was amazed to hear that my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, was dating her 6 months later.
Al Muħammad Al Iqbāl was very pleased as he could see the financial benefits of such a match.
Nādirshāh Durrānī brought Al Saħar Al Iqbāl round for tea shortly after their relationship started.
She wore a low cut tea shirt above a visible black bra which pushed her massive Musalmān tits together and dangerously near her chin.
I had enjoyed screwing Nādirshāh Durrānī’s first girlfriend, Al Fātimah Al Saåīd and especially her Musalmān tits but Al Saħar Al Iqbāl was in the premier league when it came to Musalmān tits.
I was sure she noticed my Uncut Hindu Lund twitching in my trousers as she entered the room.
She smiled at me and said,
“Hello again, Durgesh. You didn’t speak with me last Time I met Nādirshāh Durrānī. You were far too busy doing boring business with my Abbū.”
She crossed her arms under her incredible Musalmān tits and pouted.
She then turned and chatted to Nādirshāh Durrānī and his Ammī, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, for an hour or so before dinner.
I simply sat at the table.
I sat next to Al Saħar Al Iqbāl at dinner with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, and Nādirshāh Durrānī opposite them.
I saw my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, ogling his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriend’s double E sized Musalmān tits and thought to myself :
“I don’t blame you for looking, son, she deserves it.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī had in fact cum between her Musalmān tits a few days earlier and it had been the best moment of his life.
Nādirshāh Durrānī felt like he was king of the world.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had barely needed a tissue to wipe away his dribble and had been uninspired by his desperate desire for her.
What the hell could she do of his desperate desire for her, after all?
It was more than obvious it was beyond his capacity absolutely to satisfy her sexual needs completely.
Studying My trousers before dinner she could clearly see a huge thick Hindu bulge twitching with desire for her oversized Musalmān tits.
She was therefore now enjoying wanking my huge Uncut Hindu rod in her right Musalmān hand under the table whilst sipping wine and chatting with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī.
I knew I could resist cumming as long as I didn’t look into her huge cleavage but I felt it was an incredible turn on to discuss the week’s activities with my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, whilst our son’s girlfriend explored the huge head of my Uncut Hindu Cock and thick smooth shaft with her right Musalmān hand and occasionally tickled and groped at my huge sperm filled Hindu balls with her deft Musalmān fingers.
My pleasure was interrupted when my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, suddenly dropped her knife.
If she looked under the table she would be looking straight across at my huge Hindu manhood throbbing in Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s tiny Musalmān hand.
The game would be up.
I knew my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, would never leave me and that I would continue to live with her but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun if she knew about it.
The power came from never getting caught.
My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, began to duck her head to lean and pick up the knife when Al Saħar Al Iqbāl cooed:
“Oh let me, Ammī,” and dived under the table.
“Thank you, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl, very kind of you,” my Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, smiled.
“No problem at all, Ammī,” Al Saħar Al Iqbāl responded.
As she reached the knife she turned and took the chance to stretch her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips over My huge Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted more than anything to thrust my hips forward but I resisted.
It was better to control myself and let Al Saħar Al Iqbāl herself do everything she wanted to.
After dinner My Live in relationship partner, Kħālidah Aħmad Shāh Durrānī, left for a posh charity to which she was attending with Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s Ammī, Al Zubaydah Al Imām.
I tried to keep control as Al Saħar Al Iqbāl sat next to Nādirshāh Durrānī and smiled suggestively at him whilst, when Nādirshāh Durrānī wasn’t looking, pressing her excellent young Musalmān boobs together and forcing the T shirt to strain impossibly to contain her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān assets.
I could contain myself no longer.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl had teased me to the point where I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund was about to explode.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl then suggested leaving for the evening with Nādirshāh Durrānī and this was clearly intended to make me jealous.
I quickly suggested that instead, we all go out in my sports car.
Al Saħar Al Iqbāl and Nādirshāh Durrānī, both agreed.
I had numerous 2 seater sports cars but only one which had tiny back seats and so that I took this one.
Nādirshāh Durrānī was squeezed in the back.
My brain was racing as I desperately needed to get Al Saħar Al Iqbāl alone.
She was arching her back in the front seat and openly staring at my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.
Nādirshāh Durrānī sat in the back, oblivious to her wicked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tease.
I slammed the brakes on outside the supermarket.
“Nādirshāh Durrānī, nip in and get us all something to drink – something expensive,” I said.
I needed 5 minutes alone with this amazing stuck up tease and I couldn’t wait.
Nādirshāh Durrānī reluctantly dragged himself into the shop and Al Saħar Al Iqbāl turned her attention to the log which was stretching My trousers to breaking point.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hands started massaging my Uncut Hindu Cock through the trousers and she had just reached my zip when there was a sharp tap on the window.
The game is up thought I.
We can’t explain this, Al Saħar Al Iqbāl’s cleavage in my face and her hands on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I turned to face my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī.
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