1: Of my Musalmān friends
I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!
I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.
“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.
“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.
“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.
“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.
“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”
“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”
I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.
She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.
“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.
“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.
She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.
I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.
“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.
“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”
“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”
“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”
“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”
“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.
Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.
I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.
She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.
It was pretty hot.
Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.
“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.
“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.
“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.
“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.
She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.
“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”
I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.
She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.
“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.
After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.
“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”
“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.
We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.
We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.
We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.
I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.
I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.
“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.
“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.
“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.
“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*
Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.
I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.
I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.
I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.
The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.
The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.
I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.
I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.
The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.
It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.
The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.
Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!
I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.
“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.
I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.
My question was soon answered.
She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.
She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.
I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.
“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.
“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.
“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.
“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”
“I can tell.” I said bluntly.
“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.
“Nonsense” I thought to myself.
She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.
I’d just planned on introducing myself.
I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.
“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.
“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.
I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.
It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.
I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.
She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.
“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”
“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.
“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”
“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”
“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.
I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.
As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.
Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.
I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.
I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.
It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.
We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.
Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.
She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.
We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.
And she was motioning for them to follow her.
We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.
We both were wondering what she wanted.
She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.
The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.
Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.
The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.
I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.
“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”
“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.
“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.
“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.
The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.
“Where did you get that?” They asked.
“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”
I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.
Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.
Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.
“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.
Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,
I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.
What had she gotten us into?
“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”
“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .
“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”
“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.
“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
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, 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.
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.
“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.”
“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.
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.”
“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?”
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”
“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.*
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.”
“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 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.
“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.”
“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.”
“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.”
“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.
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.
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,
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 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,
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.
She smiled at me and said,
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.”
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’m about to blow…”
My senses went onto overload.
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.
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.
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