1: Of my Musalmān friends
I moved my free hand down to her hip and ass, groping us as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, began to take off her tank top and bra.
She unclasped it and I gasped as her perfect tits erected against her body.
I cupped one in my hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling!” she cried as she placed her hand on top of mine and continued to rub her breast.
With her free hand she grabbed my head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into mine, still bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and grinding her beautiful Musalmān ass deep into my lap, allowing me to bottom out in her every time.
With this, I could no longer concentrate on the road perfectly.
I attempted to pull over to focus more on what I was doing.
I pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.
Now using both of my free hands I groped her tight, lithe young adult Musalmān body.
I grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions.
“What are you doing Durgesh darling?” she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips.
I lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on my Hindu crotch.
I ran my hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
It went on neither of knew how long.
We both felt as it was to infinity.
Then ultimately I released my infinite control on my penis.
“Oh, Al Qamar Al Islam! Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” I said, as I could no longer handle her tightness. “Are you on the pill, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, hoping I’d be able to cum in her Musalmān Pussy.
“No… Durgesh darling…” she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, I so close to cumming. “It’s okay, though, Durgesh darling! Just cum in your Al Qamar Al Islam’s Musalmān Pussy. Fill me up deepest with your utmost wanted Hindu sperm!” she screamed, continuing to move down on my cock.
“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge by her naughty words. “Your Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” With one last bounce, she sat hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock and kissed me deeply.
With this, I began to cum.
“I love you too, Durgesh darling! And now understand completely why the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies I know and even my Musalmān lady friends are so crazy to fuck you always irrespective of days or nights. They say you are the best. And Wallāh, they are quite correct.” she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside!
She collapsed on my chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest.
I ran my hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her beautiful Musalmān ass one last time.
She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on my lap.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off mine and placed her on my console.
“Allah, Durgesh darling, that was amazing!!” she smiled, leaning against my chest and kissing me.
“I’ve never fucked such a sexy little thing before, recently.” I smiled, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly.
I looked over onto the floor and saw Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s shorts and panties on the carpet of the car.
Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from my pre-cum.
“Here you go, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said, handing her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear.
She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt.
I slapped her beautiful Musalmān ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting.
As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, I started to wonder what would happen.
“Wait, so you’re not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Durgesh darling. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!” She smiled again with her bubbly smile. “That would be okay, right Durgesh darling?” she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward.
“Of course, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl.” I said, realizing I couldn’t say no to my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “Whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” I put my shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, asked shyly.
“Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, turning toward her and starting the car again.
She leaned in close and grabbed my face, pulling my head in and pressing her lips against mine. “We still have 4 hours to go till we make it to my apartment, and now we’re a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?” she asked sheepishly.
“I’d love to, Al Qamar Al Islam.” I said as I began to pull back onto the road. “I’ll fuck my sexy little Al Qamar Al Islam all night and into the morning,” I said with a sly grin, putting my free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into my lap.
She blushed a deep red and then leaned into my chest.
I kissed her on the lips as she whispered back,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, I love you! “She kissed me again and then lay against my chest, both of us looking forward to what was to come.*
As we asked truth or dare, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for me to ask or respond.
“Okay. We dare you to get to second base. Make out with your husband and suck on his cock.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān answered, smiling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s eyes went wide. “What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, concerned.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm tried to hide it, but I immediately noted she was secretly happy.
Perhaps it was the reason she chose dare even without asking me.
“Yup. That’s your dare. Do it or not.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, speaking up and giggling a bit.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm leaned to my ear, whispering softly. “It’s fine Durgesh. Don’t give away and betray me, please. Don’t forget we are playing husband and wife. Moreover, being my father in law it’s your duty to protect me from everything against me.”
I started, to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise.
“I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It’s no big deal.” I said, getting braver.
She was still in shock, but spoke back.
“Yeah, but it’s inappropriate nevertheless. You’re my father in law!” she looked over at the prada bag, admiring it again. “I do really want that purse, though,” she added.
“Fine, but try to make it quick.” I said.
She’d drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.
“Okay, We’ll do it.” She said to the group, turning to me.
“Oooh, this should be fun!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān cooed.
Durgesh faced Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
She brought her hand around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
I hesitated for a second, before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took the initiative.
She planted her lips firmly to mine, hoping to get it over quick.
As our lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. We both felt electricity as we kissed, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, drunk as she was, melted into my mouth.
As I kissed Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I was overtaken in the lust of the Moment.
I placed one hand on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s ass and leaned her on the floor, on her knees.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth, lightly teasing me.
She moaned into my mouth as my rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet.
I lightly ran my finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.
“Allaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gasped out, in a whisper.
She started to grind her pussy against my finger, when she was interrupted by the group.
“Holy nonsense you guys!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, breaking the silence.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I immediately realized where we were, groping each other in front of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friends.
We had been too into it to even say anything before Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl had spoken up.
My Hindu shaft was now glistening from her saliva.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm got off me, looking up at the group.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was bright red, even though she hadn’t even been the one doing anything.
I then eyed Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, realizing her hand was in between her legs.
She had just been masturbating!
“Jeez, guys! Get a room!” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb now said out loud, chuckling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention.
Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties.
She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices.
I had just been openly rubbing her wet Musalmān slit, and now she was hornier than ever.
Even more so, she was turned on by the fact we had done it while her friends watched.
“Well, now” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving me a slight grin. “I guess you fulfilled your dare!”
It was then Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb and her husband’s turn.
They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth.
The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.
“Give Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband, instead of your own husband, a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked.”
“I don’t know about this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb.” Muħammad Saåīd, her husband, started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.
“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.” She said, reassuring him.
She led me to a chair and gave me a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in my lap.
She grabbed my hands and placed us on her body as she removed both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge beautiful Musalmān ass.
The men, including me, ogled Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb’s beautiful Musalmān body as she performed the dare, looking at me with lust in our eyes.
She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor.
Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone.
I stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in my penis.
The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān and her husband’s turn.
This time, the women got bold.
I noticed them giggling abnormally, after Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān chose to do a dare once again.
They broke their huddle and gave the dare.
“Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, you have to suck on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband’s Penis, my husband’s, as I myself did.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said with a sly grin.
“What?” she exclaimed. “Surely you can’t be fine with this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb? I think you want to suck his wonderful Penis.”
“I’m game,” she said, giggling. “I love someone as beautiful as you are sucking a wonderful Penis.” she said, eyeing Muħammad Saåīd.
Both of their husbands gulped, and I could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.
“Fine.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, to my surprise.
I was shocked, but definitely looked forward to.
“You ready?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, nearing me.
“All yours!” I smiled boldly.
Taking command, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān pushed me onto my back.
I moaned slightly as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān flicked Uncut Hindu Prick with her tongue before taking my entire sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Cock into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
As Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Penis, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing herself to arch her back.
I gasped as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s breasts fell into view.
They were breathtaking.
They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s.
They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing me.
My cock further hardened as she sucked me wonderfully nonstop.
The men’s jaws were still on us, stunned by what was happening.
As they tried to recover, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān changed the subject.
“Okay, Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl. It’s your guys’ turn now!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. “You only have dares left, right?”
“Oh, nuh uh.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, turning a shade of red I had never even seen before. “I’m not doing anything like that! I’m too embarrassed! We’re out!” she said, looking away.
Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn’t be doing anything, but accepted the decision.
“You sure?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke in.
“Yeah. We’re gonna stay and watch still, of course.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl added.
“What a naughty slut!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, laughing.
“Whatever!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, embarrassed. “It’s Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and Muħammad Raħmān’s turn now, right?” she added, referring to me as Muħammad Raħmān.
“I guess so,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, agreeing. “Truth or dare?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned to me, whispering to decide what we wanted to do. “I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We’ll try to get us out after our turn with something crazy.”
I just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.
“We choose dare again.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
“Okay,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. “Give your husband a blow job again, right here in front of us.”
My jaw dropped.
I hadn’t expected it to ever go this far, and while my cock stirred at the thought of getting my cock sucked by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I fully expected her to turn it down.
“You can’t be serious, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān! That’s too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can’t expect us to accept that!”
“Well, that’s the dare, sweetie.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, teasing her. “If you want to win, that’s what you have to do.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked to the other two women for support.
We had none.
“Sorry, babe, but no objections here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said as she made eye contact with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. “This is too exciting!”
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looking at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned towards me, lost in thought. I, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“It’s fine, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I started, whispering to her as she drew closer. “This has gone far enough already. There’s no need to do the dare.”
“You’re right, dear. It’s fine.” She replied. I took a deep breath of relief. “Just let me do all the work.” She added.
She actually planned to give me a blowjob!
“Allah Allah! Holy nonsense, she’s gonna do it.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.
Slowly, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm unbuckled the fake utility belt I was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of my costume, revealing my boxers.
There was a large tent in my pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear.
I went to protest one last time as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempted to pull them down, but she gave me a threatening glare, causing me to back down.
I couldn’t believe Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was about to give me a blow job!
I immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see my Hindu manhood.
The women gasped as it escaped my boxers, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.
“Holy nonsense, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb blurted out. “Allah, that thing is huge.”
“I can see why you married him, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband.
SI blatantly stared at my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. “That thing’s like half as big as you!” she added, referencing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s petite Musalmān body.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ignored them, focusing on the task at hand.
She’d never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had acquired such a thing.
At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it.
Slowly, she brought her lips to my Hindu cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moaned as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth envelop my cock, her tongue swirling around its tip.
I watched as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm slowly moved her lips down the length of my Hindu shaft, attempting to take it all at once.
Unbeknownst to me, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too.
She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.
Seeing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on my massive Uncut Hindu Cock made me harder than I’d ever been before recently, and I did everything I could to not cum right there.
Realizing she couldn’t reach the base of my cock, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took her free hands and placed it around the base of my cock, using her other to cradle my large testicles.
As her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and through adjusted to my size, she began to pump the bottom part of my cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it.
She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to my size, running her small mouth up and down the length of my enormous Hindu cock.
I watched in pure delight as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s lips bobbed up and down over my cock.
It was by far the best head I’d ever been given recently, and it drove me even crazier that I was being blown by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to move her ardent Musalmān lips up and down my enormous Hindu manhood, enjoying the taste of such a sixty seven years old, utmost experienced large Uncut Hindu Cock in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pumped my shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured me in front of her close friends.
Realizing I was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her ardent Musalmān lips tight around my massive Hindu girth and engulfing as much of my length as she could, to the point of almost choking.
I could no longer handle Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s expert work, and knew I was close to finishing.
“Holy nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm-” I started, cutting myself off, realizing I needed to call Al Nādirah Al Åzīm by her actual name. “Oh Fuck, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I’m about to cum, babe!” I said, attempting to act like her husband.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to work in overdrive before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten as I began to release inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
Ropes and ropes of my Hindu cum shot down Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s throat as I felt my balls empty into Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was expecting to swallow my cum, but she wasn’t prepared for how much I actually came.
Finally, I began to settle down as I pumped the last of my cum deep inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
I groaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempting to finish swallowing my Hindu load, a small amount of my cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast.
As I finished, she continued to lick the head of my cock, cleaning it entirely of my cum.
She swallowed the rest of my load and slowly withdrew her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from My cock.
She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.
I looked at gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, her left breast and chin still dripping with my cum.
As I recovered, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked up at me and smiled seductively, giving me a little shrug.
I pulled my boxers back up over my still hard Hindu cock.
Immediately, we both once again realized where we were: right in front of three other couples.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off her face and body.
She sat down on my lap and gave me a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around my cock.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people.
I could feel her wetness in my lap and knew Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly aroused.
“Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, that was hot.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.
“We have to get out of here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said suddenly, speaking to her husband Muħammad Saåīd.
She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.
He had a noticeable erection.
“What are you doing, babe?” Muħammad Saåīd said, obviously confused.
“We have to go, now.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said, bringing her mouth close to his ear and whispering something.
His eyes went wide for a Moment as Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb cracked a smile.
She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the Moment about her bra and panties.
“Okay, guys. We’re leaving. Have fun!” she said, moving to the door.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke up: “Wait! Don’t you want the purse?”
They opened the door, still continuing to leave. “No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!” she said, smiling at us, as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.
“Allah,” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, realizing what Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb went off to do.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up now, speaking to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. “Okay, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. I completed my dare. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
I looked at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as she snapped out of her silent haze.
I looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy.
She removed it as she realized what was happening.
“Such a little horny slut.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up, teasing Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as if she had been doing to us all night. So which is it gonna be?”
“Dare!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband.
I briefly tried to protest before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm interrupted me.
“Okay,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said. “Let my husband fuck you in the ass.” She said, motioning towards me.
“What?” her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started.
He’d really only been watching until now.
“Okay, honey.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight Musalmān holes to the remaining members of the group. “Let’s go, my dear. Fuck my tight little Musalmān ass.” She said, about as nonchalantly as one possibly could.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.
“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.
“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”
I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?
She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!
After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.
It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.
She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.
I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.
Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.
I’m proud of it, instead.
It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.
I never proposed it to her.
Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?
I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.
We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.
“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.
“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.
“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.
She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.
“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”
“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”
I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.
I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.
The road began to get very bumpy.
The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.
She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.
“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.
Was I responsible for what was happening?
Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.
And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.
I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.
Thankfully, it was still straight.
Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.
A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.
I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.
I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.
Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.
She answered me with her actions.
“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.
“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.
Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.
At this point, I could no longer wait.
I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.
My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”
“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.
Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.
I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.
However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.
On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.
I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.
She could afford her, never I.
I was her father in law after all, step or else.
Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.
“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.
Clearly, she still wanted it.
“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.
I was shocked.
Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.
Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.
I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.
The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.
All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.
Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.
“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.
I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.
“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”
“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.
“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.
The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.
“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
I was shocked once again.
Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.
“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”
This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.
I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.
Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.
I gasped as her breasts fell into view.
She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.
The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.
I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.
They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.
She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.
My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.
I could only view her with lust now.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.
Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.
Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.
“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.
“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.
Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.
She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.
The round continued, moving around to each couple.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.
Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.
It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.
“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.
“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.
“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.
As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.
I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.
She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.
She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.
She was definitely very cute.
“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”
The women asked another intimate question this time
and more interesting.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.
Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.
“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”
“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.
They both wore wedding rings.
I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.
“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.
After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.
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