The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-49

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 49

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

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 kissed her neck as I continued to slam into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, fucking her like I’d never fucked anyone before recently.

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 set her down once again on my huge Uncut Hindu Lund and slammed further into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot than it felt I had before.

“Allah, Durgesh darling! She screamed as she felt me bottom out in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Just eighteen Just Adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

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.

“Oh yes! Squeeze my Musalmān tits, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’m so close to cumming!” she yelled as I could tell she neared the edge.

I pressed my lips hard into hers and groped her gorgeous legs before feeling her start to orgasm on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

As she climaxed, her Musalmān Choot began to tighten on my gigantic Uncut Hindu Lund, squeezing me with her tight Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh yes, fuck your Musalmān friend’s slutty little teenage daughter, Durgesh darling! Fuck my tight little Musalmān Pussy!” she said right before she started to completely convulse on my body.

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.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah!” she yelled as she felt the first of my Hindu sperm splash her Musalmān Pussy walls. “Allah, you’re filling me up so much,” she moaned.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to unleash buckets of my Hindu semen deepest inside Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s fertile Musalmān womb.

“I love you, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said as the last of my Hindu cum filled up Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“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 admired Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight, pantiless Musalmān ass as her puffy Musalmān Pussy showed through the thin yoga shorts.

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.

Ignoring everything, she placed her hands on the back of my head, and broke the kiss.
Then she moved her head down towards my Uncut Hindu Penis, admiring it from close.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took my sixty seven years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I arched my back from the sudden wetness on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, driving it further into her Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sucked on my firm, sixty seven years old, utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Lund as it were an ice cream bar, flicking it nipple with her marvelous Musalmān  tongue.

I slowly reached down to touch her burning Musalmān Pussy.

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.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm withdrew her mouth from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

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.

Her Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy was puffier than before.

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.

The thought of being touched by me, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful  Musalmān houseladies, in front of her unknowing friends drove her crazy.

“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.

Slowly, she put one of her legs in between mine and gently lowered her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth towards Uncut Hindu Prick.

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.

My eyes shot wide as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm grab my Uncut Hindu Prick.

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!

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm pulled down my boxers in one move, causing my large Uncut Hindu Cock to spring out.

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.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to slide her luscious, red Musalmān lips down my massive Hindu girth.

She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.

I moaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s gorgeous, soft Musalmān lips running over my Uncut Hindu Lund.

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 worked my Uncut Hindu Cock with one hand, massaging my balls with the other as she slowly started to move her Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

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.

I noticed her big, perky Musalmān tits bouncing up and down each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips down the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund and pumped her hand.

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.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue expertly worked my Hindu cockhead before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm  felt me begin to tense up.

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.

What seemed like buckets of my Hindu cum shot out of my enormous Hindu cock, filling her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to the brim.

She swallowed my load, but my Uncut Hindu Cock  continued to pump out more of my potent seed.

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.

Chapter 50

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-48

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

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Chapter 48

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

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.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was supreme sensitive in this matter.

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.

Did I?

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.”

It was harder for me to focus on driving now, as Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful Musalmān ass was pressing hard into my Hindu crotch.

I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.

She was sitting on part of my Uncut Hindu Cock as it began to come to life, still trapped under her tight Musalmān body.

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.

My Uncut Hindu Cock sprung free and made a tent in my thin shorts.

She began to bounce up and down on my lap harder and harder as my Uncut Hindu Cock  pressed into the tight shorts barely covering her beautiful Musalmān ass.

“What is that, Durgesh darling?” she asked as she felt my Hindu hardness touch her Musalmān ass.

“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.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to press into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she tried to grab on to my leg to stay still.

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.

My Hindu  member escaped from its confines and pressed tighter into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful young Musalmān body.

I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.

Durgesh darling!” she yelped as my giant Uncut Hindu Cock ground into her through her shorts. “Oh fuck, is that your Uncut Hindu Cock?” she asked, startling me with her choice of words.

Just as she said that, the road resumed to its normal smoothness, leaving my exposed Uncut Hindu Cock  trapped under Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s round Musalmān ass.

I realized this was way worse as my cockhead pressed hard into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy , oozing pre-cum and soaking the thin material of her shorts.

As I tried to move, still attempting to drive with this massive distraction, I accidently further pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock  into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s pussy lips.

“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.

With this, she began to move along my lap once again, grinding her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu lap.

“What are you doing, Al Qamar Al Islam? The road isn’t bumpy anymore!” I asked as she pleasured my Uncut Hindu Cock by pressing hard against me.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking horny now Durgesh darling! And your Uncut Hindu Cock  is so fucking big!” she gasped in between her short breaths.

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.

“What’s up now?” I said, my Uncut Hindu Cock  missing being pressed against her tight Musalmān ass.

She answered me with her actions.

As she moved her hips up, she slowly pulled down her tight yoga shorts and panties, revealing her nude Musalmān ass and pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

She sat back down, this time her puffy Musalmān Cunt pressing right into my humungous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“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.

“Do you like us, Durgesh darling?” she asked seductively, her hand reaching for my huge Uncut Hindu member.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, Al Qamar Al Islam” I maoned as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.

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.

“Allah Allah,, Durgesh darling!” she screamed as her Musalmān tightness attempted to envelop my Uncut Hindu Cock.

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.”

I groaned as my Hindu member slowly entered Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān hole.

She had the tightest Musalmān pussy I’d ever felt recently and it was agonizingly pleasurable to feel my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, sliding down my Hindu manhood.

“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.

She momentarily let herself completely adjust to my width before slowly moving up off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.

She picked up a pace and started bouncing harder and harder on my Uncut Hindu Cock.*

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.

“Wow, naughty!” one of the other sophisticated highly educated Musalmān houseladies spoke up. “I’m sure you two have a lot of fun!” she said, winking at me.

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.

She was wearing nothing underneath, and as she took off her costume she exposed her naked Musalmān ass and lovely, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the entire group.

I heard the other men gulp as she flashed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the other couples.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.

She sat down and crossed her legs, My eyes following her puffy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy all the way down.

I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.

She winked at me, catching me staring at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy.

“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.

“Sorry baby, it was before we met. He had a really big Uncut Hindu Cock and wanted to fuck my Lebanese Årab Musalmān ass for my birthday. I agreed.” She said back to him.

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.

Chapter 49

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-47

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 47

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

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.

She was a petite girl, but she played a lot of sports, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, and consequently was incredibly fit.

Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Salawāt is a complete exercise to keep a woman absolutely physically fit.” Her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam always used to say and instruct her.

“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.”

“That’s why his body is going out of shape immensely.” Al Shams Al Islam said contemptuously, “Just look at him. He is turning into an elephant somewhat.”

“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?”

Al Shams Al Islam smiled at her daughters sarcastically.

“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.

“Don’t tell me it. Tell your wise Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.” Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān said tersely.

 

Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.

Her Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was incredibly round and tight and her gorgeous, tanned legs shined as she stepped out of the house.

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.

I ogled Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s scantily clad Musalmān ass as she looked around, giving me a great view of her tight Musalmān bottom.

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.

I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock start to stir in my pants, being tantalized by this view of her gorgeous Musalmān body.

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.

As the room got more crowded, she realized her gorgeous Musalmān ass was pressed against my Hindu crotch, and she was grinding it against me.

As Al Nādirah Al Åzīm accidently pressed her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu  member, I began to get extremely aroused.

My Uncut Hindu Cock hardened as I ran my hands over the sides of her hips.

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,

“We’re in!”

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.

Chapter 48

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-46

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 46

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Durgesh Al Shams Al Islam

I went to inspect the costume I was to wear, seeing that it was only a

stupid batman thing with a mask.

“No problem, I guess.” I thought.
I got ready for the party, putting on my costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror.

It fitted me barely.

I was a tad more muscular than Muħammad Raħmān was.

And it was pretty cheap.

Overall, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of my head save for my mouth and eyes.

You could hardly tell it was I.

I myself was a strapping ever young man.

I started for Stavans since my childhood.

I was muscular from keeping up with the Trishapt.
As I looked in the mirror, I briefly wondered what Al Nādirah Al Åzīm would be wearing.

Muħammad Raħmān had forgotten to tell me what costume she was going to be dressed in, and I thought I might be in trouble if she had a mask, like me.

I tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped my awareness that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly hot for her age.

My friends always ribbed me about what a beautiful sophisticated young Musalmān lady  she was, and even I had to admit she looked great.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was very petite, barely coming up to about 5’0″, but curvy in all the right ways.

She was already twenty-eight.

She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips.

She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit.

She had small, perky B-cup breasts that perfectly complimented her tiny figure, but what really stood out was her incredible gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She had, even I could see, never ashamed to admit it as I was, an absolutely phenomenal ass.

It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips.

I’d often accidentally find myself staring at her tight Musalmān ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room.

Even as a Bahū Bégum in late twenties, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was a perfectly knockout.

I couldn’t believe how Al Muħammad Al Raħmān was ready to share her sexually, and socially even, with me.

I could never even think of to share any of my wife with anyone.

If some of my wife were adamant to want me to share her with anyone, I would have advised her to divorce me immediately.

If she wouldn’t I would have compelled her either to divorce me or have me exclusively.

A wife is a life partner.

A life partner should have only one partner exclusively to establish a good, happy, nice, strong and perfectly progressive family.

Most of the Westerners never realized the pivotal importance of the family in human life.

They have destroyed it mostly knowingly and somewhat unknowingly.

Now almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed family everywhere deliberately as one of its integral movement.

It has done more harm than benefits to humankind.

It has destroyed family, and even massacred millions of corporate or potential corporate financial leaders, thinkers and businesspersons.

If these all would have been allowed to live, the financial progress of the entire humankind would certainly have been sky rocketing.

Unfortunately in its immensely inexperienced unwise enthusiasm the almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed it all, deliberately, with deliberate movements against entire progress of humankind in several important fields.*

I said as I tried to pack more of my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s, belongings into the car.

“Al Qamar Al Islam, we’re running out of space in here. I don’t think you’ll be able to take anything else, really.”
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, was moving away to college for the year.

She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn’t be able to easily pick up anything she left behind.

Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, I’d never know.

“What? Durgesh darling,” Al Qamar Al Islam always called me Durgesh darling, instead of uncle, Daddy, or Dad.”

“You aren’t my uncle only anymore.” Al Qamar Al Islam had always explained, “My entire Buās, Kħālās, Chacīs, Mumānīs are your live in relationship partners actually, true, nevertheless, you have sex with my Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam as well.”

“Then call me, ‘Daddy’” I smiled impishly.

Al Qamar Al Islam smiled too,

“You aren’t my Daddy exactly as well.”

“Oh,”

“You are only her Sex Therapist.”

“I’m your family Sex Therapist, idiot.” I laughed.

Al Qamar Al Islam winked at me,

“It means you would fuck me too, if needed?”

I watched her gravely.

“It’s a matter that should be decided by yourself, young lady, and by your parents, not by me.”

My voice was somewhat curt.

Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam was too beautiful to resist, nevertheless, there must be a limit of everything.

I was very pleased when Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān and my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, her husband, decided not to inaugurate their daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ parents as well as Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān’s parents were very much displeased on it.

“Nonsense, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās,” his Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said curtly, “Allah Miyān have blessed you with multi millions. I myself was a millionaire. And by Allah’s fazlo Karam, by Allah’s immense grace, you have converted my million into multi millions. We aren’t poor enough that can’t afford Durgesh’s fee for inaugurating our daughters and granddaughters.”

“That isn’t the matter at all, Abbū.” Al Muħammad Al Åbbās smiled politely with all due respect to his learned successful father, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm.

“Then may I enquire what’s exactly the matter that you are leaving the medical problem of her cherry, and social problem of her mental development to lead a successful family life to an inexperienced unskilled Musalmān kid that would be called her husband?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said furiously, “The idiot is bestowed with the moral and sharaåī rights of even to slap, beat and divorce my beloved innocent granddaughters and you want even to risk their health medically and socially only to provide that immensely inexperienced bastard with the virginity of my granddaughters. I say…”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās raised his hand.

“Please let me explain, Abbū. I plead to you.”

“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”

“Abbū, please,”

“You know what happened to your Ammī, Al Sādiyah Al Waħīd, when we were married?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s fury was increasing more and more.

“Abbū, those were the days of entirely unjust, unwise, orthodox traditions. Sex Therapy wasn’t accepted in those foolish days of unscientific self respect and family respect. The premarital sex wasn’t even criticized for male members of the family while the same was even a perfect reason for Honor Killings for the female members of the same family. We have left those unscientific days now too far behind. And you are still talking of Ammī’s…”

“Yes. That’s right. I’m still talking of your Ammī’s uncontrolled continuous nonstop bleeding due to the immense ignorance and entire inexperience of both of us of sex.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm shouted, “We believed in the immense sanctity of virginity of the bride unless she isn’t married. We forgot if Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam  had insisted on it, he would never have married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā even. We are Musalmīn. Why the hell we don’t follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam  intellectually?”

“Abbū,”

Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam  never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”

“Abbū.”

He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Was she a virgin when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam  married her? Why the hell, the Muħsin-e-Insāniyat sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while he could marry any virgin he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam wanted to if the virginity of the bride was that necessary in Islam?”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās didn’t say anything.

He listened to his great Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, immensely respectfully with immense proud of him.

He wasn’t Al Muħammad Al Åzīm in his name only.

He was really Åzīm, really great, in his thinking and in his actions as well.

Only the one incidence of his life had changed Al Muħammad Al Åzīm entirely.

He loved Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ Ammī beyond credibility even.

She was suffering from continuous bleeding for a long time, despite the continuous medical treatment of her.

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm was crazy to save her life.

He wasn’t millionaire then.

The necessity of enormous money to save his innocent wife’s life compelled Al Muħammad Al Åzīm to work crazily day and night to extend his otherwise normal business.

It didn’t only save his wife’s life.

It made him a millionaire as well.*

After Al Jalāl Al Islam recovered ultimately, her husband, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, faced an absolutely different problem.

He couldn’t start his normal life with his otherwise extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jalāl Al Islam.

She was too afraid of sex to let him even put his hand sexually on her body.

“Allah,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm couldn’t raise his head from sajdah after completing his Salaāt-e-Shukr, “What the hell have I done in my utter ignorance and entire inexperience. I can’t see her in this way. My Master, Allah, Rabbil Åālmīn. Forgive me for every sin I’ve done either knowingly or unknowingly. I promise you I won’t touch her ever if you don’t want to let me touch her. Yet, please return her to her normal life.”

 

Closing the door of my library, I watched Al Muħammad Al Åzīm respectfully.

“Yes, uncle, you were very impatient to meet me. Here I am. What can I do for you? You never needed to come here. If you have only called me I would have been glad to serve you being myself present there immediately.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s eyes were filled with tears of immense remorse.

“First of all, I want your forgiveness, my son. Please, forgive me.”

“Uncle, you never need to degrade yourself in front of your children. I’m sorry about that incident.”

“You don’t need to. You never need to. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm herself raped you virtually. She has convinced me now. You were never responsible even slightly. I misbehaved with you immensely. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm is my youngest sister and I caught you with her red handed.”

“It’s alright uncle, I understand.”

“You were in missionary position with Al Fātimah Al Åzīm. You both were nude. Your pe..penis was visiting her va..vagina vehemently passionately. You were on top of her between her Just eighteen Just Adult legs. I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s alright.”

“You Hindus don’t have any issue with premarital sex but we Musalmīn believe it’s a gunāh-e-åzīm, a great sin.”

“I know uncle.” I tried to smile, “My Ammī Ħazrat is your own cousin. You know she is herself an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady. I understand what Islam is and what not. I am both Hindu and Musalmān simultaneously. My father is a Hindu but my mother is a Muslim.”

“I know that. I know that.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm had to exert immense effort to keep himself calm and under control.

He wasn’t used to it.

It was 1970 A.D.

Bhārtīý Jantā Party was not the world’s single largest political Party those days.

Indira Gandhi was Prime Minister of India and V. V. Giri was the President.

It was quite unimaginable then the Indian National Congress would downfall sometimes to the forty four MPs and Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Manishankar Iyer and Salman Khurshid would be so desperate, with entire Indian National Congress even, that they would commit anti National political activities even shamelessly.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was one of the AlMaghazoobi

ålayhim azzvāllīn suffering under Innallāh lā yahdī

alqawmalfāsiqīn.

As most of the other Musalmīn, he too thought Indian National Congress was really supporting Musalmīn and RSS and Bhārtīý Jantā Party, then Bhārtīý Jansangh, dissolved in 1977, were anti Musalmīn.

He couldn’t even imagine Indian National Congress was using Musalmīn only as a Vote Bank.

“I know you know that.” I smiled politely and respectfully, “I am not telling you that. I’m only reminding you that I can’t do anything to harm you and your family members. We aren’t two separate families altogether. We are family members.”

“Thanks for still accepting me one of the family members.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said gratefully, “I’ve done something very wrong to you. That’s why I hesitate asking you to do something for me only you can do. I need your favor.”

“I see.”

“Would you be generous enough that…”

Al Fātimah Al Åzīm suddenly entered there.

“Abbū, you haven’t any right…”

I raised my hand.

Al Fātimah Al Åzīm, please. You left your Abbū’s house and came here to me. I tried to explain you my best why it wasn’t a good move. You rejected my advice. You refused to return to your Abbū’s home. It’s all right. It’s your decision. You are adult now. I can’t compel you to follow what I advise. Nevertheless, you please understand, he is my maternal uncle after all, even if you don’t want to respect him as your elder brother. Please, no bad manners.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm smiled ironically.

“It’s all right, Durgesh. Let her tell me whatsoever she wants to.”

“You don’t deserve any favor from Durgesh.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said curtly, “I won’t let him to be as generous as you want him to be.”

“Are you Durgesh’s one more wife now, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm asked gravely.

“That’s none of your business. You have ordered me to leave your home. I have followed your order. You have told me we are dead to each other. That’s okay with me. Now it isn’t anything for your concern at all what I do and what I don’t.”

“That was my tremendous mistake, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said, “I was furious at that time. What I said in my blind fury then doesn’t mean a single damn thing. Forget that and you may return to your home whenever you want to, even if you don’t want to accompany me right now.”

“Thank you very much. I don’t need anything from you now. You said we are dead to each other. Let’s remain so.”

“Māmūjān,” I tried to mediate between them, “she is as furious now as you were then. You said what you told then in your blind fury doesn’t mean any single damn thing. The same principle is applicable here too. Forgive her please. In her blind fury now she too doesn’t understand what she is saying.”

“Nonsense.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said, “I am not in any blind fury. I have taken now this decision with my mind quite cold and calm. I would never return there. And, Durgesh, you don’t worry as well. I am myself a millionaire. My maternal grandmother has gifted me enough money to take care of myself. There is even a group of industries that, she has gifted to me. I would never be any financial burden on you. As far as our adult life is concerned, well, I never intend to release you from my clutches. I don’t want to act as a bitch. Not to you. Never. But if you compel me, I can’t help it. I don’t believe in any damn traditional values. But you are my dream man, and I would never let you leave me. I love that great Uncut Hindu Penis of yours between my perfectly adult, Just eighteen Just Adult, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.”

I smiled.

“Okay, extremely beautiful bitch, you are most welcome in my adult life.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm tried to say something but he changed his mind understanding the inappropriateness of the situation.

He turned to me.

Durgesh, I still need a favor from you only you can do to me, none else.”*

I smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

“As soon as the car stops, open the door, grab your gown and wrap it around yourself. I’ll yank up my shorts, and then pick you up and carry you to bed…”

Saåīdah Zāfar interrupted me,

“No Durgesh, you need to take care of Ammī.”

“Let me finish.” I interrupted her. “Telling your Ammī you fell asleep. Once we get to your room, I can put you down and go take a quick shower before joining your Ammī in bed. Okay?”

“Allah Allah. Thank God we’re home.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān announced turning into our driveway and hitting the opener.

We drove into the garage, and as soon as the car stopped my door was thrown open, Saåīdah Zāfar jumped out and grabbed her gown off the floorboards.

She quickly wrapped herself in it as I yanked up my shorts.

Jumping out of the car, I swept her up into my arms, and called out.

“Bhābhījān, Saåīdah Zāfar’s asleep, I’ m going to put her to bed. Then I need a shower. I’m sweaty from the ride. I’ll meet you in bed. Okay, mérī Jān? ”

I hurried into the house before My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān,  could ask any questions.

Practically running through the darkened house I prayed that I wouldn’t trip on anything as I ran up the stairs and down the hall.

Safely making it to Saåīdah Zāfar’s bedroom, she reached down and opened the door.

I stepped over the threshold, neither of us missing the symbolism.

Before I could put her down, she was kissing me and pulling me to her.

Her hungry beautiful Musalmān eyes begged me to stay, but now it was my turn to be the strong one.

“I so want to, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar,” I said to her unspoken request, “and one night soon I will. But for now we can’t.”

I said it putting her down on her bed.

She pouted and opened her dress so I could get a good long look at her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Leaning down I kissed her beautiful red crimson Musalmān lips and rubbed her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Tearing myself away, I stood up and turned to the door.

Durgesh, before you leave…”

I turned back to her.

She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard Uncut Hindu Dick again.

And taking it in her mouth, she started to rub her pretty Musalmān Cunt as she sucked me to full hardness.

Pulling her head away, she looked at me in the eyes,

“Go make Ammī as happy as you made me, and one day we can all make each other happy.”

I nodded and smiled, taking one last long hard look at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

Then I pulled up my shorts and I left her room.

As I shut the door, I heard a slight buzz, and she moaned,

“Ohh Durgesh, fuck my Musalmān Cunt, while Ammī sits on my face.”

I paused willing myself not to look back.

I pulled the door closed and headed into the master bath.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, hadn’t made it to our room yet, so I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the hamper.

I turned on the water to very hot, and began to scrub all traces of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter from my body.

I took extra care to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock  and balls making sure no trace of her, or my earlier orgasm remained.

I dried myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was standing in the heels and hose she wore to the wedding, but the rest of her outfit was like nothing I had seen before.

I didn’t even have words to describe it except what I said to her.

“HOLY! GREAT! HELL! YOU LOOK AMAZING!”

She smiled and did a pirouette.

“Do you like it?” she asked innocently batting her eyelashes at me as I just stared and drooled at her.

It was white, and looked very bridal.

“Ůzrah showed it to me in a catalog and told me it was what she was wearing under her wedding dress, and would be wearing tonight when she and her Hindu husband …” That was the last word spoken as I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed burying my face into her exposed and freshly waxed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“There’s your welcome material.”  She said.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān was moaning and bucking her hips as I drove my lips.

All too soon, she moaned,

“Fuck me now or lose me forever,” and I goosed her perfect gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was a game we had played every time, we made love.

The first time we made love was in a movie theater.

We were watching Top Gun, and when I slid into her, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said,

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Since that night, she always repeated that line when she wanted my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her.

I pulled my face away from her, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

I climbed up her nude beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She smiled at me and said,

Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar got called out of town on business on our wedding night. Since you are my favorite man in the whole wide world, I decided to spend my wedding night with you.”

I shuddered at how much her voice sounded like Ůzrah’s.

I didn’t respond for caution my voice would betray my thoughts.

She whispered in my ear,

“I won’t be mad but I always wondered…did you ever fuck Ůzrah? I believe she won’t let you not to.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock grew as she said that in my ear, and I drove it home.

“Allah! OH God, Durgesh. You’re so big…bigger than Al Muħammad Al Zāfar. It feels so good, Durgesh.”

I began to furiously thrust into Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān picturing Ůzrah wearing the exact same lingerie My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was wearing.

Just then, I realized what a grand Bhogchakr I had.

I had an 18 year old daughter of my friend Al Muħammad Al Zāfar who wanted to sleep with me, and is willing to share me with her gorgeous Ammī, and his second daughter too that just might join in the fun.

I savagely fucked Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān roughly squeezing her beautiful Musalmān tits.

Sweat was dripping off my body and each time a drop landed on her body she convulsed in pleasure.

After a long session, my balls were boiling and my Uncut Hindu Dick was tensing up in preparation to blast my Hindu cum deep into My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy once again.

I grunted.

“I’m about to blow…”

“You are always welcome, Durgesh. I’m even ready to have your baby always. Al Muħammad Al Zāfar would never mind.”

My senses went onto overload.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Musalmān slit deeper and aimed at her inside bottom penetrating her womb even.

The first blast came a fraction of a second later, and to me it sounded like a howitzer, as each blast exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick and found its target.

Each time my Hindu cum struck into her womb she moaned in desire as it was hammering into her cunt simultaneously.

The fourth blast was the last one and it hit her as her orgasm over took her body and sent her into full body convulsions.

She gasped and moaned and I let the last of my cum spill from my cock into her hot Musalmān womb.

I fell on her listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as her orgasm ended.

I just lay there breathing trying to control of my body, listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, panting form her own explosion.

I pulled myself up using the bed and sit on it.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, lay there looking so sexy in her lingerie, with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy covered with my Hindu cum, and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, I couldn’t resist.

I picked up my cell phone and took several dozen pictures of her.

I even took some extreme close up video of her body starting from her cute toes and working up to her still wet Musalmān pussy and then on to each breast, and I continued up to her face.

Putting my phone down, I took her hand in mine and just held it waiting until she was ready to speak.

“Allah, God, that was intense.”

She sighed as she tried to sit up.

I helped her up and handed her several tissues from the nightstand to wipe her face off with.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at me without taking the tissues from me.

“Honey, I need to know, did you ever fuck my daughter?”

Not wanting to lie, I looked her square in the eye and said “The last time I saw Ůzrah naked was when she was 6 and I was giving her a bath while you were out of town, when she had that broken arm. We never did anything like that.”

Nodding she accepted my answer, not thinking to ask about Saåīdah Zāfar, and I exhaled in relief.

“She would you know. She told me more than once, the reason she married her husband, is because he is too a Hindu. She has a bit of an Electra Complex.”

My Uncut Hindu Dick tried to stir, but my balls sent in a rain check since they were totally drained of cum.

My Uncut Hindu Dick said what the hell and started to grow anyway.

“I know how you feel about her, hell the whole family does and we all know she wants you and you want her. When she gets home, you have my permission to make love to her.”

I stood there in shock.

Was my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, actually suggesting I sleep with her married daughter?

I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Umm I take you up on that very generous offer. Thank you very much.
Bit I reminded myself that I had fucked her youngest daughter less than an hour ago, and she didn’t know it.

I decided this was not the time to confess to her, but to reassure her I wasn’t mad and to plant the idea that maybe it was okay with me if she decided to be more than an Ammī to our four boys.

I leaned close to her.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was powerful and brought us emotionally closer than we ever had been before.

We stared at each other silently for over an hour, just holding hands and enjoying.

As the sun was rising, she stood up and went into the bathroom to wash.

I laid down naked in our bed, and soon Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān joined me wearing nothing but a smile.

She was lying on her side facing at me.

I slid up against her, and reached over her body gently holding her breast.

She moaned in pleasure.

I moved my hips against her and she spread her legs.

My hard Uncut Hindu Cock easily found her wet Musalmān hole and we slowly and gently made love.

No words were exchanged, this was not for pleasure this was the joining of two people into one.

It was the most intense experience I had ever had with her recently.

After what seemed like a week of long slow strokes into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s pussy, my Uncut Hindu Dick finally convinced my balls to send a rush order of Hindu cum and once again I emptied myself into a warm wet Musalmān pussy.

As my seed filled her, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, moaned and grasped the hand holding her breast pushing it into the soft flesh, whispering, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I replied as we lay there joined together, never wanting to pull apart.

As she drifted off to sleep, I said, “Ħamīd the bellboy was right.” as we lay in bed together, glowing from our lovemaking. “Saåīdah Zāfar and I did grow a lot closer during the car ride. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”

Glad to hear it dear.” she murmured sleepily as I lightly caress her naked breast.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drifted off to sleep, and I lay there wondering what life was going to be like from now on, wondering how to get Ůzrah to go for a road trip on my lap.

Maybe with her real Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar, driving this time.

Chapter 47

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