It must be respected
I felt it quite natural when a woman found her ways of sexuality to be discovered in a new aspect or to find the way of releasing the so long suppressed tension, the freedom made her not a slut, not a slut in real sense of the term.
So was with Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat and with the meek and mild, introvert, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.
I made love to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat all the night.
We were gasping for breath after each fuck.
We soaked in sweat; the bed sheet was all wet.
We once changed the sheet and took a shower.
She cleaned my sticky Hindu Semen out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, soaped me and I cleaned her.
We came back, all naked, and she offered me a juice.
Her husband kept costly wines and juices in the refrigerator.
She often took a sip or two when alone.
Her husband also asked her to join as he drank once a week.
She liked vodka.
I loved the sight, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pouring drink, adding ice and we sipped together lying on the bed.
She felt ready as soon as the drink was over.
We started, this time I was lying on the bed on back and she was riding me.
She enjoyed the wildest sex ever, the way she had always dreamt but never experienced.
We slept little that night.
In the morning, she felt shame when she got up late at nine o’clock.
I was still sleeping and my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard again.
She lowered her lips, took my entire Hindu shaft in her thirty years old, extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started to suck it as she had seen in the blue Films.
As she began to suck, it made me awake.
I took Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s head with both hands and she raised her eyes not stopping.
She looked in my eyes and continued sucking.
I began to groan,
“What are you doing, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat?”
“I’m sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock that has made me a real woman last night, and I want to suck it till it feeds me the hot Hindu semen in the morning.”
I felt like heaven, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat giving me the incredible morning blowjob.
As I came in her mouth, I sensed she also came with me.
She sucked the load, lapped all that was flowing through her lips and mouth and she lay on the bed exhausted.
We started in the missionary position and I came inside her in the morning.
She also came furiously with me.
As the pleasant feeling was over, she hurried.
It was time her house cleaner to come.
She dressed in her nightgown, gathered her frock from last night, gave me the t-shirt and pant I was wearing and urged me to rush back to my room.
We realized, we had not even locked the roof-top entrance, neither did I locked my room.
I rushed back and found everything all right.
She came upstairs after an hour.
She was wearing a silken sari and a sleeveless blouse.
She looked amazing in the green sari.
Her make- up was deep, deep red lipstick and blushers made her a Ħūr.
She stood on the door; lifting one hand holding the door, the other was on her waist.
The sari was lowered more than usual, revealing her fair tummy and the deep naval in full view.
She crooked her head to one side, and blinked one eye, impishly.
I could hardly control myself.
I rushed to her, began kissing and caressing her breasts under cover.
She began moaning.
I led her to my table, lowered her on the table, she held the table bending upon it, while standing legs apart.
I was on her back and had already tugged up the sari to her waist.
She looked back and found me on my knees, my hands parting her ass cheeks.
“Oh, Durgesh, please, start fucking. I had grown so hot and horny.”
She was panting.
I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock from behind and thrusting her head on the table in one hand and catching her slander waist with the other, I began to fuck her furiously.
She caught her sari and petticoat with both hands up to her waist as I fucked.
She groaned loud,
“Oh Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu Piyā ! Fuck me, fuck me hard, and make me your own. I want you to come in my Musalmān Pussy, make me a mother now. I want your baby to come out of my fucking Musalmān Pussy.”
This made me more excited.
I began to pump furiously.
With the groaning and thumping, we came together.
I bent upon her and she whispered,
“Come on, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover, do you like fucking Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat? Do you like to fuck her to make her pregnant? I know you like it. I want to be a mother of your baby, and I am serious. I am on the fertility period. I am damn sure you have already done it for us infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
We kissed long and made love again, this time on my own bed.
We did it on other beds, in the dining room after the meal and in the bathroom and on the open terrace at night.
She had never felt so sexy before.
The two days were short for us and we wanted more but her family came back.
Yet, at night, after the others had gone to sleep, I came down.
We made wild sex the whole night.
She felt sad when her husband arrived.
But the days were our time, her family going to the shop and her husband to office.
Her son was in the school.
She told me after a few days, that her period had stopped this month, which meant, I had made her pregnant.
We made wilder sex than before and now she squirts a lot.
She had grown an addict.
She told me that she had convinced her husband to fuck her at nights, and let me come inside, so that she could act as a faithful wife.
While saying, she laughed at her husband’s innocence, inability to fuck her so wild.
He had a cock, and he could even continue for at least five minutes.
But she loved me.
While fucking with her husband, she used to think of me, replacing her husband even.
We had been enjoying sex for more than two months, and we had experienced every possible position of love-making as she had seen in porn even.
After we came together, we even experimented on positions.
She had become a real sex addict of me.
She was already two-months pregnant.
I rubbed my hand on her belly; it had not yet started to reveal the bumps.
Her husband knew that she was pregnant and asked her to evacuate.
Being a mother at this age would be embarrassing, he thought.
But she was determined to be a mother again.
She told her husband, being a mother meant their love and marriage to revive from the cold stores.
I deserved a prize, to be the father of her son.
I had made a real woman out of her.
She was like a ghost before.
I made her alive, alive in sex and in every way. She could not stop loving Durgesh.
She could not dream losing me.
She begged me to shad her.
“Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I love you hairy. I love the bush and the hairy thighs of my beloved woman, and love her all hairy.”
“I know, but I really need it once. The hairy feelings were making me dim, and I want a change. My husband is desperate too. And I am sure; you will love the hairless look. Even my husband wants all my pubic hairs clean once.”
“I’m more than sure. Come on, do it for our illicit sex affair and our forthcoming child.”
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was excited.
She never dreamt of emerging a pure sex addict of me.
We made love the whole afternoon and she was still ready for the shad.
I promised it for the other day.
I thought, as the day will pass, she would dismiss the idea of shaving hairless.
As her husband left for office and her son was sent to school, she prepared herself.
She kissed me wet and deep and I caressed her body wrapped under sari and sleeveless blouse.
She was moaning.
I urged her to position herself as a bitch on the floor.
She did it immediately.
I tugged her sari from her back, making my way.
I fucked her from the back, brushing her thick pubic and rubbing her clit.
She came twice and I came in her.
As she stood up, I saw, my sticky Hindu juice was running down.
Now when I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūbs, I felt lonely.
Naturally, their boobs and buts attracted me.
Until the day, I thought highly of all of them.
But now, I felt attracted sexually more and more. I already was Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb’s first target.
I heard the beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies discussing about my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled triumphantly, naturally.
Their preparation began with messing around the porn magazines and chothe books on my bed that Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb regularly cleaned and kept in order.
I noticed one or two books were missing and a change in her attitude.
She was falling prey.
The chance came.
Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb went to Burdwan to visit their parents after her semester exam, and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb had to attend the class excursion for some two weeks.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb and I, the two were alone.
I came back from the office and lay on the bed leaving open the deliberately put there porn magazines around.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb came back and saw me there sleeping.
I was careless ostensibly.
My Hindu erection was huge and was seen from under the pajama pants.
It was really huge.
She gazed at the size.
It was really unbelievable.
She felt damp from under her panty.
She felt hot and horny.
Her nipples erected.
She could hardly control herself.
She took a quick shower and put on a sari in a strange manner.
The sari came to her knees only, and she did not put on a petticoat or a blouse.
The nipples were pricking at.
She came to her bed, lay on her belly and called for me.
I was ready.
I came to see her lying so.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb asked,
“Will you please give me a quick message? I am soaring.”
I uttered silently, aside,
‘Oh sure. Not only message, a Hindu Semened fuck also. And you will feel sore more than ever.’
But practically I kept silent and came near to her.
Her back was mostly open.
It was so fair and sleek.
“Why don’t you remove the sari from the back?”
I did not wait for her.
Her back was visible, and I began to caress her fair back from the lower hips to the shoulder.
I was straddling her so I could sit on her lovely Musalmān ass.
My Hindu erection was tickling her.
She was leaking, and with no pantied on, her juice was running through her thighs.
She tried her best to keep her moaning silent, biting her lower lips.
I was messaging her back with care.
Her hairy legs were visible to me now.
It was heating us both.
She then turned on her back and the sari removed from her bosoms.
I gasped at her white boobs.
She did not try to cover them.
She was more than determined to have me.
She stared at my eyes.
Then she whispered,
“Do you like my boobs, Durgesh? Don’t you want to touch them?”
I was mesmerized.
They were really soft.
I took the brown nipples between my thumb and index fingers and began to twist them hard.
She moaned loud,
I lowered my lips and kissed her nipples, licked them, bit them and then took them in my firm hands to fondle.
She was moaning.
“Oh, Durgesh, don’t tease me like that. Do what you want.”
“What do I want, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? I want nothing. You wanted it.” I teased her more.
“Me and fuck you? Are you joking? I never wanted to fuck any one of you ever.”
She hissed, dragged me by my shoulder and placed my face on her boobs, herself.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was immensely eager to proceed.
She lowered my lips towards her belly and she pulled me by my hair.
She was dying for me to be there in her.
I tugged her sari up to her waist and she immediately parted her legs.
It said that she was familiar with this.
It was a reflex act that told her it was time that she will be either penetrated or kissed on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.
It was leaking like a tap.
She did not care for my response.
She was determined to satisfy herself.
I knew everyone of them was determined to make me her own, so that she could have me all forever.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb even helped me by parting herself more.
She removed my hands and put them under her buts.
They were firm and in shape.
She was furious how the hell I never dreamt of caressing those buttocks!
Yet now, they were all mine.
She made me to caress them firmly.
She only whispered back loud.
I was now attentive to the firm, hard-as-nuts clitoris of her.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb compelled me to do it.
She began to moan loud.
And as her clit was touched, she came; she came furiously, never so hard before.
She almost fainted.
I took my time kissing her.
I was tugging her bushy pubic and her hairy thighs.
She was sure I liked it hairy.
As she recovered her breath, she embraced me.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered in my ears,
“You made me happy with your rubbing only! Don’t you want to please me with your Hindu tool inside also?”
“Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, won’t you regret? It is still not too late to go back.”
“Then you will marry me and we will leave all our relatives for our love.
“It is not love only; it is your body that betrays.”
“And our bodies will love each other once you make me satisfied or I make you so. Come. We are free to do what we like. Our body needs it. We must not neglect the needs of our body.”
She hauled me on her and untied the knot of my pajama.
My Hindu erection was bulging.
As it was free, she took in her hand and placed it on her cracks.
She even did not hesitate to push.
With a deep moaning, she responded to the deep Hindu thrust of mine.
I was half into her.
She was gasping.
I was really huge.
She could not imagine it.
I pushed further and she moaned louder.
Now, there was no use for me to resist anymore.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was determined to fuck me.
When I was totally into her, she kissed me on my lips; we kissed passionately like lovers and beloved, as we had chosen it.
There was no way of going back now.
Neither Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb wanted to go back ever.
She was even determined not to allow me.
She wanted me inside her forever.
There was no use in resisting her.
She had done already what she wanted to.
I began to pump.
She began to thump back raising her butt meeting my thrust.
I increased my speed.
Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb tangled me with her legs.
She held me with her legs and her hands were on my broad back, her fingers playing with my hair.
I rose on my knees and slightly changed the position.
I pulled apart her legs holding her knees and began to fuck furiously.
She was dripping.
She was moaning loud.
I lowered my mouth to kiss her.
She met my lips and then began to moan louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock was furiously ramming through her wet Musalmān Pussy walls.
“Oh! Fuck me! Faster, Durgesh! Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Yeah! Aghhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Fester! Faster! I’m coming! Coming, coming! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!”
She was clawing at my back and kept on shouting as she came.
She arched up and down holding my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly gripped with her Musalmān Pussy lips.
I was pushing faster as she came greatly.
I felt her throbbing Musalmān Pussy as she was panting.
I did not stop.
And another orgasm built into her.
I pounded her as hard as possible, my big throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was moving faster than before in her wet, slippery Musalmān Pussy.
Her Musalmān Pussy walls were clamping down on my Uncut Hindu Cock; I felt that my sexy Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was trying hard to make me come also.
She was panting and her lips met mine in passion. I thrust my rigid Hindu hardness as deep as I could and felt her Musalmān Pussy plastering around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I pulled back with all my strength and she gasped in awe.
She moaned deep,
I pumped harder and she climaxed again.
Holding me, she came again.
As I kept on jamming her Musalmān Pussy, I felt her come.
Ultimately, I could not resist any more.
I came in her Musalmān Pussy.
I came hard.
She felt a cascade of hot Hindu shower flowing into her Musalmān Pussy.
The force, the hot sensation, the feeling of my Hindu semen filling her, the dream of being a perfect sex addict of me, made her come again.
She came again with full-throated moaning and held me tight with the legs and hands.
She took a few minutes to catch her breath.
Then kissing my forehead she said,
“That was more than beautiful, Durgesh. It was great! You are really so amazing! My every lady friend reported me correct.”
“Fuck the people, Durgesh! Who is going to know about our secret if we do not reveal this? And one more thing, you are the first, last and the best man whoever fucked me ever. I’ve never come such a way before. And you beat me, Durgesh. I could not make you come clamping your big Uncut Hindu Cock! I think, you should always give me one more chance to beat you. Wouldn’t you?”
“Oh! Come on! You will never be able to beat me Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.”
“Are you serious? Remember this, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover! You are insulting me.”
“Ok! Done! You can never beat me.”
“That means we’ll do it again! Doesn’t it?”
“Yes! And what’ll be the prize?”
She thought a little.
“If you win, you get whatever you want. And if I win, I’ll get whatever I want about fucking. Done?”
“About fucking? And the hard limit? How many chances we get?”
“As many as we can in the coming week.”
“You are a real sex addict of me, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb! You know, whoever looses, you will get one more chance, and, it’ll continue. You are a real fucking sex addict of me.” I put my lips on her lips and we began to kiss.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock was ready in her Musalmān Pussy and she had already begun to thrust beneath.
She rolled over me.
She began to up and down her round Musalmān buttocks.
She was dripping.
She had had now enough experience how to ride a man.
She did not miss a pump.
I took her boobs in my hands, and enjoyed caressing them.
She was pumping fast.
And she was sure nearing.
I knew I would never come at least within next ten minutes.
So I was meeting her thrust passionately.
I put my hands on her round Musalmān buttocks, and then slowly removed her sari untying it.
She was panting.
The inhuman task of riding such a big Uncut Hindu Cock made her sweating also.
She was all dripping within and out.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my gaauuuuud! It was so greaaaaaaat! Durgesh… It was sooooooooo fucking great … Ahhhhhh… ughh… Ummmmm… Ahhhh… Fuck it…Fuck me Durgesh… Ohhh fuck me… fuck me… make me your wife, your sex addict…ohhhhhh…”
And she came furiously.
As she came, her body arched back, her Musalmān Pussy pointed forward!
What a needy sex addict of me!
She came great!
“Mmmmmm! Durgesh! You are amazing! You are just incredible, Durgesh! You are just amazing, amazing.” She said, as she lay down beside me and kissed my lips.
“And I win again, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m still to come.”
“Yes, you win, My Lord, I’m your obedient slave, your needy sex addict. Order me what can I do for my Hindu Master?”
“Just give me a marvelous ashvinātam blowjob.”
“As my Hindu master orders!”
“If you can make me come within five minutes, you will get whatever you want as a prize.”
She took a long lick, gliding her tongue from my balls to the tip of my rigid, giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
Slipping the tip of her mouth, she ran her tongue over the end.
“Ummmmmmmm! So, that’s what I really taste!! I wander; I haven’t tasted so ever… Ummmmmmmmm…” she kept licking long strokes up the sides of the uncut Hindu Cock and nibbling the end.
She took the lovely Uncut Hindu Cock in her soft hand and began to stroke slowly up and down.
With her other hand, she was playing with my balls.
I felt great.
Still, I was yet to come in another five minutes.
“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh, when the fuck you are going to come for me? You are incredible! Ohhhhh…”
She started stroking faster and licking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was feeling great.
I began to moan closing my eyes.
I was shocked!
She placed her tongue on my asshole and while stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began to lick my anus!
I was shocked.
I did not think her to suck my asshole.
And there she was, a real sex addict of me, sucking my asshole with so much passion!
She placed a finger on my asshole and began to push it.
That was too much.
I started moaning loud.
I felt the tension building in my balls.
She was desperate to satisfy me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Ohhhhhhhh myyyyy Gauuuuuuud! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, don’t stop! I’m coming; I’m coming for you, oh my God, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, take meeee in your fucking mouth… You, you Durgesh-fucker bitch, Ohhhhhhhh…”
And I came.
I came in her mouth.
I thought, I would never stop coming.
My whole body was throbbing.
She could not swallow all the loads.
She felt she would chock.
As she gulped, some of my loads ran out of her mouth and down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.
When I stopped coming, I fell on the bed.
It was so satisfying!
She was still sucking the last drop of my loads.
She winked at me and then came to lie beside me.
“Did I win the bet, my Hindu master? I think I did.”
“Yes, you win Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You took me by surprise.”
“Let me allow you to take by more surprises. After all, I am now myself experienced in fucking you, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover!”
We embraced each other, kissed passionately and fell asleep.
It was evening when we awoke.
She hurried to get out of the bed.
She was feeling so light.
A satisfying fuck from me always made her relaxed.
She kissed my forehead with care and then entered the bathroom.
She washed her Musalmān Pussy, put her finger in to tug out the remaining Hindu Semen inside and washed carefully.
She was on safe period, so, she did not need any contraceptive for the next one week, and the course of fuck will be a real adventure.
She stood up only to find that she had not brought her clothes.
Her sari was on the bed.
She needed something to wear.
So, she called out,
“Durgesh, cab you hand me over my sari and a petticoat from the wardrobe?”
“Why do you need a sari, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? Sālī, Come out. You look awesome in nothing. Come out.”
“Awesome? Are you joking? Can you imagine, how do I look? It is so embarrassing. Please, please, Durgesh, give me something to wear.”
So, she came out as on the day she was born.
She was gorgeous, her hair was loose, and it came until her knees.
She was covering her boobs with her thick hair.
She came out and went towards the kitchen, her bouncing Musalmān ass made me mad.
I followed her to the kitchen.
She was standing before the kitchen table and boiling milk.
I came over, held her from behind her waist and kissed her neck.
She was shocked and jumped back.
“Allah! Oh my God! You are so naughty, Durgesh. Don’t disturb me. I’m cooking.”
“Then let me fuck you here and now while cooking.”
“No! Let me make you a glass of milk, and then you get the chance. Now, go back to my bed. Remember, I’ve won the last bet.”
“Yes, darling! Okay.” I kissed her neck, teased her nipples and went back to bed.
She came back, still naked, with two glasses of milk and we two fed each other the milk.
I kissed her lips.
“I’ll never get you marry someone else, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are all mine. You are my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, and I’m your Hindu hubby. That’s final. Do you understand?”
She stared at me with a lusty intensity, as if she approved me as her Hindu husband.
She took my Hindu erection in her soft hands and began to fondle.
As I was getting hard, she quickly kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into her mouth, bringing my hnnmanhood back up to full length.
I reached down to grasp a generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, forcing more of my Hindu length into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She responded eagerly, working her lips down my shaft and gobbling up more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, moaning as she worked me to the back of her throat.
She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she hungrily gobbled up my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She finally released it, her hand still pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my big giant Uncut Hindu Cock.
She looked up at me, now her fucking partner, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes.
I knelt on the floor, hands reaching up to her hips while I faced her delightfully full Musalmān ass.
I kissed her buttocks all over, letting the kisses nearer her inner thigh linger sensually and teasingly.
She gasped as I began kissing my way closer to her sex, reaching up and spreading her buttocks open to expose her to me.
I could feel her trembling as I held her like that, shamelessly exposed to my lusty Hindu eyes, tingling with excitement and apprehension at my next move.
I smiled to watching her rosebud twitch nervously, as if it sensed the sordid thoughts in my head as I licked lips. Her Musalmān Pussy lips, thick and curly, quivered as they hung low and heavy.
The slightest of pink, peeked out from between them, enticing me into her waiting sex.
I stood up and hooking my hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet, kissing her passionately.
I turned her away from me, taking her to the wall and pressed her up against the wall roughly.
She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a meter.
I pressed against into her back, forcing her to push her ass out in a nice ‘fuck-me’ pose.
She looked a delightfully sex addict of meaty picture.
She was a real sex addict of me.
Her legs were splayed and ass sticking out, waiting to be fucked.
She craned her neck back and smiled at me invitingly, willing me to take her again.
I nudged up close to her, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inching towards her twat.
She mewed expectantly as I pressed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock head at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, massaging it up and down, smearing it with her copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt slime.
She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.
My fat Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing menacingly against her Musalmān vulva, threatening to force it open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.
I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned me with that sexy place.
She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot and needy.
I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to console her and sooth her trembling fearful body.
I took hold of her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat Uncut Hindu Cock head press into her sphincter.
I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.
I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled to accommodate me.
I leaned forward and took an ample amount of her long, black hair in my hand, pulling her head back.
She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again.
I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head back at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, coating it again with her slippery Musalmān juices.
Placing my Uncut Hindu Cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.
Gradually I eased further and further into her.
Pumping gently when I sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.
Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight Musalmān asshole.
Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm.
As her breathing eased I began feeding her more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, listening to the delightful guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far into her.
Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enter her magnificently tight anal couldal.
I held her wide round, sexy, bumpy Musalmān ass as I began pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.
“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Ashshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ssssssssssss..” she moaned loud,
I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again.
Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.
Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were wide with intensity.
I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tortured rear.
I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her bowels.
We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling of being connected in such a nasty way.
She was panting as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into my Uncut Hindu Cock sensually.
I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting deeply into her guts.
She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her Musalmān rectum.
She whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.
It was time for me to finish what I had started.
She grunted as I began humping away again.
She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold her steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole again.
I fucked her easily now.
Despite the continuing tightness of her Musalmān sphincter, she accepted my large, fat, erected Uncut Hindu Cock easily inside her hole.
“HMMMNNN… Give it to me. Give it to me hard.” She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her. “Hit it. Hard.”
I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to jiggle.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Harder… More… More… hit it… hit it harder…” She began chanting deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat Uncut Hindu Cock ravished her Musalmān rectum.
Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she knew would be another mind shattering orgasm.
I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ruined Musalmān sphincter.
“Fuck it… oooohhhhhh… f-u-c-k-m-e-eeeeeee… Hit it… hit it… hit it… you want to fuck my Musalmān ass so fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She growled through gritted teeth as she thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Ultimately, I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer.
I began thrusting into her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted her Musalmān asshole relentlessly.
“Yes… yes… like that… hit my ass like that… Tear it up… Destroy that ass… make it yours… Conquer it and make it yours… hit that ass and make me your whore… hit it… fuck your Musalmān whore…fuck your sexy Musalmān whore… fuck this sexy Musalmān bitch… tear up this Musalmān bitch’s asshole…, fuck this sexy bitch-whore… don’t you dare take your Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck… Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!”
She screamed, as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as I was giving her the final thrust.
I could barely make out her waling as she climaxed around greatly around my Uncut Hindu Cock, her entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I began emptying my balls into her sexy Musalmān ass, filling her Musalmān rectum with gallons of my Hindu spunk.
She tried desperately to escape my continued Hindu assault but I held her forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finisheded.
She wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I just kept plugging away at her now ruined Musalmān asshole.
The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her sloppy Musalmān ass.
Finally, I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and spamming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her powerful climax.
With just enough sanity left, I scurried over to her and kneeled by her head.
Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted face her to my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.
She turned her face away in fatigues, still reeling from her orgasm, just wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her senses.
But I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
She cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the sexy yellow streaks along the shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base of my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock.
Even as she continued wrenching, she diligently attended to my Uncut Hindu Cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.
I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my Uncut Hindu Cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a dejected purr leave her lips as if I’d taken away her favorite toy.
“Then, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, who wins this time?” I asked.
“Who could beat my Durgesh, my lord, my husband, my master and my fucker? But, tell me one thing, darling, you fuck other beautiful Musalmān girls very often, have they satisfied you better in this way?” she said, still trying to catch her breath.
“No, my darling Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, my wife, my sex addict, I’ve fucked a Musalmān girl recently. We’ve started seeing and fucking each other. But, we did it for some three months only. She is pregnant now, and will give birth to our baby some four months later.”
“I wish I know that fortunate Musalmān lady.”
“Yes, you know. She was our Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, my Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Allah! Oh My God! You did Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pregnant? What a fuck!”
“She look stunning. Yet as she says about her husband, I wonder why she needed you? Her husband himself isn’t impotent she says.”
“It is unfair, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are underestimating me.”
“No no, my love, you are the best. But he was better than many others she told me. I really appreciate you. But it is a mystery that his wife did not appeal him.”
“That made a sense. Do you know Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat is as skilled as you are? She is a real bitch like you. Now, say me, what do I get as the winning treat?”
“You get whatever you want.”
“I want you nude all the time around until others come. And don’t put on underwear when you go out…ever.”
“As you wish, my lord.”
She made way to the kitchen in nude and I followed.
She untied her long hair that fell covering her ass.
She prepared to cook for us.
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My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.
Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.
Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.
“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”
“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”
Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,
“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”
“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”
Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.
“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”
“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”
“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*
It made sense.
I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.
I remembered a day inadvertently.
The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.
I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.
It was the common passage towards the terrace.
Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.
I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.
Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.
She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.
It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.
Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.
She felt horny.
The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.
She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.
She was beautiful, no doubt.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.
She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.
She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.
She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.
Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.
Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!
She raised her arm.
The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.
She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.
She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.
Her husband had never cared for those.
She reclined for it.
But thought it would be OK.
What she had seen today, was unexpected.
And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.
Allah! Oh God!
It was so large and thick!
She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.
She looked herself once more on mirror.
Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!
No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.
I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.
I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.
She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.
She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.
I was so huge!
She bit her lips.
I tried to control my hard-on but could not.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.
I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.
She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!
I suggested her to dine with me.
She reluctantly denied.
I asked her again and she sat in front of me.
We finisheded the dinner quietly.
As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.
While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.
I was out of control then.
I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.
She looked and smiled.
Then came the words from her sexy lips,
“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”
She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,
“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”
I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.
Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,
“Would you want to try them?”
That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.
We kissed passionately.
We kissed really hard.
It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.
She broke the kiss and whispered,
“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”
We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?
I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.
“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”
She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.
“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”
“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”
She felt a shiver running through her spine.
I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.
I began to kiss them.
“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”
She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.
The sexy words raise the sexual urge.
She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.
I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.
As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.
I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.
She was moaning,
“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”
I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.
What the fuck was that?
What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?
I brushed my hands on her mound.
I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.
Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.
I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!
She just came.
It was hardly enough for her.
She urged me not to tease her anymore.
I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.
The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.
It was so uncommon to her.
She never came so close.
“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.
“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”
She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.
I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.
I was throbbing now.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.
It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.
I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.
She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.
She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.
She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.
She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.
There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.
I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.
She began to moan loud,
“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”
But I was still not in mood to enter.
She narrowed her eyes,
“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”
“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”
“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”
She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.
I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.
She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.
She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,
I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.
I was determined to please her.
And I began to pump her.
She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.
Who was there after all to hear them tonight?
As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.
I began to fuck.
She was nearing another orgasm.
She felt the tension building down there.
And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.
She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.
She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.
She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.
And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.
It meant I was to ejaculate.
I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.
I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.
I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.
She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.
We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.
As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.
She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.
I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.
She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.
She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.
And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.
I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.
She moaned deep.
She was juicy again.
And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.
And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.
I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.
Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.
She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.
I thrust my Hindu shaft again.
I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.
Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.
I increased my speed.
By the time, she began to moan again.
I was furious.
Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.
Deep groan was coming from her throat.
And while groaning, I came.
I smiled triumphantly,
“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”
And she joined my groan.
She came again.
She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.
She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.
That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.
And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.
I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.
I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.
She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.
She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.
She called herself a slut.
She felt hot to call her so.
I told her again and again it was natural.
She wasn’t a slut at all.
It was her normal reaction.
There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.
Instead, it must be respected being natural.
Shouldn’t even nature be respected?
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Waħīdah Yåqūb was giving lecture to Jamīlah about female sex- hormones.
They knew their stepfather, Durgesh, was reading in the other room.
None of them appreciated the idea of their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, to leave their Abbū, Imām Yåqūb Naåīmuddīn Chishtī and live in relationship with me.
Jamīlah was always vibrant, and she just asked, “Tell me, Bājī, how do men react while they are excited and want to have sex?”
“They just feel hard at their penis. The phallus turns harder and harder, gets erected and, pre-cum oozes out from the head.”
“And then the intercourse?”
“Yes. The penis goes into the vagina, erupts semen, and if the lady is on fertility –period, she finds herself pregnant soon.”
“And is it necessary that the woman must be excited or… you know… Ready?”
“Of course not! Only ready means, your vagina- channel gets lubricated and your clit is erect, you are wet there. But that does not count on pregnancy. You like or not, you ready or not, what counts are your fertility and the semen. Remember that always. You are adult now, and you must have sex now or then if you like or not… so, just mind to take protection before doing. Understand?”
“Ohhh! Bājī! Never mind…”
They hugged tightly and Waħīdah Yåqūb asked mockingly,
“So? Why is my loving sis asking so much detail? Are you going to do it, or have you already done that?”
“Oh! Bājī! You are being unfair. I have not done that, and have no source to do so…you know that! But tell me, have you done it already? Err, I mean, do you do it regularly?”
“Oh! No! None of your cup of tea!”
“Ya, I know, but MejBājī told that she has come to know the secret. You are a regular. You take Oral Contraceptives regularly. Don’t you? Please, please, Bājī… Tell…”
“Ya. She is right. I used to do it regularly. But, for the last nine months, I have not done that… you know.” Waħīdah Yåqūb felt shy as her secret was at last revealed.
“You are lucky, then. Bājī, please, tell about your first experience, I am excited to know about that.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb tried to avoid her but the youngest sister was pressing too much; and then joined the second one, Åāliyah Yåqūb.
She was more than enthusiast.
And Waħīdah Yåqūb almost blushed to remind that time.
She just told,
“The first time, you feel pain.
It hurts, you know, if you had not done all that masturbations with your fingers or something like that.
But once you pass the pain, it is the best thing that happens in your life, and once you are in habit, you are in heaven always.
The two sisters pressed her to share her first cherry-popping, painful experience, and Waħīdah Yåqūb, insisted that their stepfather, Durgesh, was in the next room, so they better leave the topic left for then and there.
But Åāliyah Yåqūb informed that she had just passed Durgesh‘s room, and he was sleeping, so they better carry on.
Waħīdah Yåqūb blushed again to remember the day some two years ago. She started:
“It was some three years ago, Jamīlah had not joined the college yet and I was in the final year. After the practical exam, almost all the students had gone to their houses, the college was almost empty, as the winter vacation was on. Åāliyah Yåqūb had also gone home after the semester. The day was charming, but too cold. It was raining all the day.
“I was in my room, when the caretaker called me that someone was waiting on line for me. I was surprised who it may be, and came downstairs to attend the call. It was Naushābah Jamīl, my classmate. She asked me to come immediately to the college office and meet her. It was urgent.
“So, I headed towards the campus in search of Naushābah Jamīl. It was raining. I reached the corridor and the silent campus seemed to be so ghostly, you know. I reached the first floor, where the office room is, as Naushābah Jamīl told she would be there.
“Suddenly a strange sound hit my ears. It was unusual, I was familiar with it. And it was Naushābah Jamīl, moaning in pleasure! The moan, that passes usually when a girl is sexually satisfied! I was not unaware of it. I was a regular masturbator with some or all the other girls in the college, hostel.
“Though some girls of the hostel were regularly going late nights and dating, these were not my kind. Everybody knew that I was sigh and did know nothing about sex. Only, my room partners knew that I was sensual, sexy and friendlier with my cunt and fingers or the thick- fat candles. And Naushābah Jamīl was the one of them.
“As I stood near the head- clerk’s room, the sound made me sure that there was something forbidden in the room. And I just peeped through the key- hole.
“What did I see, was totally a head-turner to me! It was Naushābah Jamīl lying stark naked on the table, and between her legs, it was Durgesh, our Hindu stepfather, also naked, pumping his marvelous unique thick, fat Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my best-friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy ! She was loud always, when she masturbates, and now, she was louder. With every thrust from Durgesh, she made a groan, approving how much she enjoyed. And they were sweating on the cold day!
“Heaving with every thrust! Durgesh was holding her ankles with hands high spreading as much as he could while fucking, and she was joining him with each thrust holding her beautiful young Musalmān ass high to meet more appropriately.
“I was an uneasy observer, but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was struck there peeping at the wild sex- scene in the room. To be honest, I was already damn wet under my long skirt and white knickers. I was desperate to touch myself there, and I did!
“I slid one hand under the skirt and pulling aside the panty, I started rubbing my erected clit. I was dripping wet, the wetness began to flow my thighs. And rubbing my clit I came, desperately, my cum filled my hand and the panty, some squirted on the skirt too!
“I was to run back, but just then, the umbrella fell on the floor. Before I head back picking up the umbrella, the door opened and Naushābah Jamīl pulled me inside with one strong pull. She was all naked then; Durgesh’s extremely fragrant Hindu semen was flowing down her smooth Musalmān thighs, overflowing her now swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt . `Oh! You made just an awful entry,’ she glared at me. `You! The sound made us scared and, you know, Durgesh just came inside.’
“I murmured, ‘ I’m sorry. Actually… .’
‘Just keep quite! You know, Durgesh had been dying for you. He just wants to have you at any cost. And today, you are not to argue. Understand? Come on Waħīdah Yåqūb, show Durgesh what a slut you are.’
‘Slut? Me? Naushābah Jamīl? Are you mad? I was still under haze after a sweet orgasm. I sensed, seeing Durgesh naked, quietly, was making me hot again.’
“I was a needy slut always, to be honest. Everybody knows me as a meek and mild girl, but about sex, I was desperate, only lacked the courage to take the initial step. The word `slut’ made me wet again. I gazed at the glistering Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, now still erect between his legs. Naushābah Jamīl suddenly caught hold of my long, upbraided hair and furiously began to kiss me.
“I put my lips in hers while our tongues tangled brusher with each other in a deep sensual kiss we do often share. She began to caress my breasts with both hands. I decided to go through the situation.
“And then I realized Durgesh had stood up and had come behind me. He had started to embrace me from the behind. Our kiss broke as Durgesh turned me towards him and put a deep kiss on my lips. Uhh! The first ever kiss from a man! I opened my mouth as his lip trailed into my mouth, finding something desperately.
“I returned his kiss. We broke the contract just a while to catch the breath and again we were lost in a passionate kiss. He fondled my butt and then began to caress them. I let a deep sigh out- Allahhh..hhhsss.
“Naushābah Jamīl had by then lit a cigarette, and was smoking. She said, -hadn’t I told that your Waħīdah Yåqūb is a real needy slut, a fucking hot girl? Now take her to all and make a fucking randy whore of your own just like me.’
“Durgesh lifted me and put me on the chair. And he began to unbutton my cardigan. As he finished, Naushābah Jamīl kneeled before him, took a deep smoke and parting her lips, gave a sensual kiss on his now fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock. Durgesh was peeling me one by one. First came out the cardigan, then the top and the bra. He lowered his lips to kiss one of my breasts, and as his tongue licked my nipples, I felt, I came then and there on my panty. Allah! Oh God! It was so hot!
“Naushābah Jamīl began to lick his Uncut Hindu Cock, often smoking and gulping the whole Hindu shaft into her Musalmān throat! I was surprised to see her do so! I had seen such activities only in the pornographies which we, in the hostel used to arrange in our rooms now and then, ransoming the caretaker. But when I saw it real, made me hornier. I wanted to act as a real slut as she had told.
“I crawled down the chair and kneeled by her. With a mouthful of smoke she kissed me, letting the smoke enter me. I inhaled it and lowered my mouth on Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Prick. It was glistering with Naushābah Jamīl’s Musalmān Pussy-juice and her saliva. I planted a deep kiss on the tip.
“Then smoked from Naushābah Jamīl’s stuff and like I saw her doing, I opened my mouth and took the Uncut Hindu Prick into my ardent Musalmān mouth. I began to lick from top to the root, till his black, thick, curly pubic hair did not brush my nose. With one hand, I caressed his Hindu balls, letting him out a deep moan- ahhhh! Just do it.
“I was totally become a slut like Naushābah Jamīl by then and she was fondling my ass. A while later, Durgesh took me with both hands, kissed me, and lifting me holding my slander waist, let me lie on the table in the position I saw Naushābah Jamīl lying and fucking.
“I was in the skirt and sensed Durgesh lifting it upholding the hem to my waist. I put my ass up to help Durgesh get my panty out. He was in no hurry, but I was. He lowered his face and kissed me on there. Oh! It was a sensation. A shiver flew through my spine and I felt very wet there. He parted the outer lips of my Musalmān Pussy and licked hard.
“I moaned and moaned. My clitoris was getting hard; my nipples were by then rock hard. He was kissing and I was moaning for a quick fuck. Really the whole act made me a needy slut. I was thrusting my pelvis to his face up and with both hands had already clutched his hair. With one finger he had put into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, he started to finger-fuck me.
“I was on the verge of a rocking orgasm. I could sense the tension building in me. His two fingers were already in me. I sensed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-juice running through his Hindu fingers. With his finger satisfying me, I came then and there, vigorously, as hard as possible. It was the best one I had enjoyed then, more to come… you know.
“Our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, looked up, came forward and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him too. And I sensed his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock was brushing through my ardent Musalmān crack. I shivered and as he was brushing it through, I surprisingly found that I came again! This time, the orgasm was more sensitive.
“I was moaning and suddenly, he put it into my Musalmān Pussy! First, the head came through the moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt- channel and he waited. Naushābah Jamīl crawled up on the table and straddled me on her knees, her Musalmān Pussy just on my face. She leaned to kiss Durgesh and I began licking her wetness.
“Durgesh held my legs apart, clutching the ankles and raising the legs as far as to my chest. He asked, ‘Ready now? Waħīdah Yåqūb? It is going to hurt if it’s your first one.’ But I was in no mood to listen. He pushed the Uncut Hindu Cock in a little, and I moaned loud- Allahhhhhhsssss!
“Durgesh increased the weight, and thrust again. I moaned louder. Then, suddenly, a thrust followed and I cried out loud, as his long thick Uncut Hindu Cock popped off my Musalmān cherry. It did not bleed as I had the hymen popped off a long time ago while masturbating with wood-pencils or candles, and with Allah knows with what, but it hurt.
“I was stung in pain, and my best friend just thrust her Musalmān Pussy on my mouth. She was wet, and I felt her now-swollen Musalmān Pussy lips so wet, that forgetting the pain, I began to lick her juice. And I sensed Durgesh had begun to pump me, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt that had by then adjusted the first insert, his thickness and his whole Hindu shaft.
“I was dripping there and he found it easy to pump me. The wet channel was burning for the shaft was really thick, but the burning of my sex was much more. He was really fucking me! And I was really enjoying! In my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, there was the tasty Musalmān Pussy of Naushābah Jamīl, her hairy Musalmān Pussy was leaking her cum.
“Durgesh was fucking me really carefully. He knew it was my first season and he was fucking slowly. But I sensed the urge of speed and began to moan- oh! Fuck-fuck me hard, you old Hindu scoundrel, fuck the Musalmān Pussy hard… faster faster….oh oh ufffff… ahhhhhh… And he began to fuck fast. I felt the tension coiling in the lower abdomen, and I was really going to cum soon.
“Durgesh was rubbing my clit then, fast with the rhyme of the pumping in and out. And moaning loud, I came, harder than the previous one.
“But Durgesh was not done yet, and he was thrusting in and out furiously. I could hear the sound of the Uncut Hindu Cock going in and out of my slippery Musalmān Pussy, and his groaning was now heard loud enough. He was holding my hips and bouncing as if there was no tomorrow.
“His eyes were closed and teeth gritted as I sensed a hot flow of thick Hindu load squirting deep into my Musalmān vagina. It was vibrating and spreading the load and with the fall of the Hindu semen, I began to cum again.
“We could not catch our breath for a little while, and when we could, the first word I said, was, ‘Allah! Oh my god, it was so fucking well! Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you made me a woman now! Now I understand why Ammī left Abbū for you. Now I understand why we beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so crazy to fuck you. Allah! Oh God! It was amazing, just amazing. I never came so much for a day. Oh!’
“Naushābah Jamīl came down to my crotch and began to lick my Musalmān Pussy. She cleaned Durgesh’s Hindu semen with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and we kissed, tasting Durgesh’s hot Hindu load through our tongues. I was lying there and feeling little dizzy for some time only to get ready with the all licking and fingering of my friend.
“And, when I was wet again and was really in need of a little attention for my dripping Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh was ready with his hard-on which was now brushing through the crack of my Musalmān Pussy. And he just started the bouncing in and out, in and out, in and out, and after some five or six hours later we came together heavily, our release throbbed inside my Musalmān Pussy.
“I sensed the jerk in there, felt how hot his Hindu load was and as the dizzy feelings subsided, an idea suddenly panicked me. He came twice in me and I was not undergoing any birth control.
“I began to cry, feeling what will happen to me, my future, what my friends, family will think of me. Only then Durgesh spoke. He was silent all through the fuck. He just said not to be panicked and gave us two a packet of Morning-After pill each and also the instructions how to use. We kissed passionately and I stood up to put on my clothes. I took the bra, put it on and Durgesh did the hooking back.
“I wore the top, the cardigan and was searching the panty. It was lying on the chair and was almost soaking wet with my cum and the semen of Durgesh. He held it up and said,’ I’m going to keep it, darling, as the memento of my fantasy girl who came to be my fucking baby.’
“I could not but laugh and said,` Ok, you win the toffee. And I am all yours, you possess me, owe me by the time. You made me a woman, popping my fucking Musalmān virginity; I am looking forward for another fuck from you soon.’ We returned back and I felt pain. It was soaring in the morning. Naushābah Jamīl told me to take rest, take some hot-bath and some antibiotics for the pain.
“Rest helped me, and so the therapy. I was all cured by the second day, and on the third afternoon, Durgesh‘s call came. I was in the office room again, and it was the real, perfect intercourse, what we call lovemaking. He introduced me the test of his hot Hindu semen as he unloaded the jerk in my Musalmān mouth too. It tasted odd, but the feeling of being a perfect slut came to be true.
“I felt like a randy whore whenever Durgesh called on phone to come to his office. We got the rhythm, at least twice a week; mostly on Saturdays and Sundays and each time, he would come at least thrice a day.
“We fucked like dog and bitch, like husband and wife, like lover and beloved, like whore and customer, like couple on first date, and in every possible guise, in every possible style, every possible pose. We went on holidays and seminars in Digha, in Kolkata, in Delhi, and even at Durgesh‘s house.
“After our final exam, both Naushābah Jamīl and I were posted in the home-Hospital for Durgesh. And Durgesh married Naushābah Jamīl last year, leaving me all alone.”
As she finished her experience, she found her two sisters lying in the bed, spreading their legs and lifting their nightgowns up, fingering their pussies and moaning.
Waħīdah Yåqūb did not lag behind.
She had not been doing any sex for the last eight or nine months.
Her only relief was her fingers and the candles just as they used to be in the past.
She needed a good fuck at any cost and she found it difficult to find my Uncut Hindu Cock here, as her sisters’ presence.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb put her hand under the sari and petticoat (petticoat) and began to finger her Musalmān Pussy.
The room filled with the aroma of sex and the moans the three of them doing with fingering themselves.
And they were so hot that they came almost at the same time.
The release was good for them and they felt calm.
“You are now alone. Aren’t you, Bājī?”
“Why? Have you found one?”
“Oh! Not again, Bājī. It’s not fair. I told you, I am alone. And I do not like the boys here. They are so predictable, you know!”
“Predictable in sex? Yes, my dear, I heard, most of the women say, their husbands are predictable. They just get erected, tug the women’s clothes, and go for pumping and release soon, leaving the women unsatisfied. They don’t think of their wives’ release or orgasms.”
“Oh! It’s so sad. I fear what will happen to us.”
“Yes, be careful. Don’t go for a date until you know the man and his outlook about sex. Discuss it first what he thinks about woman and her sex. You know, once you had tasted it, it becomes an addiction if it is good. I feel so lonely now, having so much pleasure once and living alone without a single fuck for the last six or seven months. It’s so unbearable!
Åāliyah Yåqūb came and hugged her sister.
‘I think you are right, Bājī. It’s an addiction. I had seen Durgesh and Ammī doing sex at night regularly. Just think, he is almost fifty and she was forty-seven. Ammī says that it’s a habit. If they do not make love at least twice or thrice a week, they feel anxious. Sex releases the tension. Even if they come to visit us, they make love at the day, when we are out.
“I had seen them enjoying here one day when I arrived at noon unexpectedly. I entered with my own key as usual and heard their moaning. I spied them and released my cum. Ammī told me that day when she found me in my room after she came to pee some five minutes after their release. They care for each other and are very happy in sex.’
This surprised Jamīlah.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb told that she had too seen her parents enjoying sex many times here and also at their home.
“That means one thing; we three sisters need our partners who can satisfy our sexual needed. Am I right?”
Åāliyah Yåqūb suggested,
“Why not we too make our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, as our partner? He is strong and healthy. If he can fuck Waħīdah Yåqūb Bājī, why can’t all of us? Once I too have chanced to have a look at his erected Uncut Hindu Prick a few days ago. He is really huge, I say.”
Waħīdah Yåqūb told her to keep quiet.
It will make them incest. It is better not to discuss it.
Her sisters agreed and they hugged each other.
As the dinnertime was near, they prepared the dinner and Waħīdah Yåqūb went to call Durgesh for dinner.
I was still sleeping.
Waħīdah Yåqūb entered the room knocking, and saw her beloved Durgesh lying asleep on the bed.
I looked so sweet when I slept, thought Waħīdah Yåqūb.
She touched my bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine.
Oh, it’s so wrong! Touching Durgesh and feeling sexy is very wrong.
And she was not his real daughter.
They have already fucked each other too much.
Now why the hell she was reacting so strange and irrational?
She called me loud, and I woke up.*
She gave me a regular hug, a peck on my cheeks and I returned her so.
She felt her erect nipples brushing my bare hairy chest once again.
Though she was in sari and the blouse, her nipples were so erect that they were now tickling through.
Irrationally, she felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever.
She asked me to come and have the dinner.
At the dinner, we were stout all and teasing each other.
I was teasing Jamīlah, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Åāliyah Yåqūb, leg pulling me.
But Waħīdah Yåqūb was not in mood.
She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with mine.
She felt she was wet there under her sari and petticoat.
She wore sari usually.
Rarely did she wore jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters.
Her favorite outfit for the hospital was either sari or salwar.
Often she put on some long skirt and formal shirts. she worked hard to keep herself in shape, like her sisters.
She was not busty, but not skimpy also.
Her size matched with her younger sister Åāliyah Yåqūb.
They both used 32 B size bra and their waists measured 28 and going down, their ass rolled round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured.
Her sari hung just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, left enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm young Musalmān boobs.
She was always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress.
Åāliyah Yåqūb also had such long hair.
But Jamīlah loved it a boy’s cut.
Whatever it was, Waħīdah Yåqūb felt a tension looking at Durgesh.
She could not forget ever how passionately I fuck her whenever she was lucky enough to get the chance.
She felt a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on me.
It was not right.
She must get rid of it.
She tried to think about something else.
We finished the dinner.
Åāliyah Yåqūb helped Waħīdah Yåqūb to clean and the other two retired to study.
They finished the cleaning and headed towards their rooms.
Waħīdah Yåqūb locked herself, got out of her cloth, opened the blouse, untied the petticoat, and lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauled out a long thick candle.
Her tongue lubricated it and she thrust it down to her dripping Musalmān Pussy.
She bit her lips so that the moan did not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.
Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving Durgesh.
Yet she could not stop thinking about me.
She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle.
She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there, thinking Durgesh fucking her.
And then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle.
She fell asleep.
And in dream, she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with me.
I was really well- built even at my sixty six.
My prick was normally some eight inches long and thick.
And I fucked her really well.
I almost fucked the shit out of her.
She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight.
She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette.
A good smoke can make sense.
She smoked and retired to bed.*
I felt it odd as she reacted tonight.
I had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner.
I wasn’t surprised to find her sober beloved Waħīdah Yåqūb’s love life, or appropriately her sex life.
It wasn’t really shocking to find her experiences.
I fucked her because that was what her own Ammī wanted me to do.
“Fuck her yourself, Durgesh, before she is taken advantage of by someone not suitable for her.”
I respected her Ammī’s concern for her and obliged her immediately.
Why take chance to let anything wrong happen?
I always thought highly about her.
Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today.
It was unbelievable.
I had to change her negative psychology as soon as possible.
She wasn’t a slut.
No girl must think herself a slut ever.
Sex is a normal desire.
And as such It must be respected.
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