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

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

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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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