I opened my mouth, and welcomed my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas‘s tongue into my mouth.
My spirit soared and my mind did backflips as she explored my mouth with her tongue.
When our tongues connected it was as if we had become one — Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and Durgesh united, bonded by love.
We continued to love each other.
I put my hand on her knee.
But I shifted it.
Now it was on her lap.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas chuckled softly.
“I think this is what you want,” she smiled, held my wrist in her left hand and put it upon her breast.
Before I could respond, she was again upon me, kissing me fervently.
As her tongue ventured into my mouth, my body knew what to do.
My hand touched, caressed and fondled the most wonderful bosom ever.
Even over her blouse and brassiere I could feel their warmth, their fullness, their weight.
I was in ecstasy.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I kissed as love-struck first-time hungry lovers.
I squeezed her exquisite Musalmān tits with my immense Hindu lust.
Finally, our lips parted.
“If we are going to do, let’s do this right,” she said.
I knew exactly what my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, meant.
She descended off my lap and I delightfully followed her up the stairs of our brownstone.
As she ascended the stairs I savored the sight of her ass-checks flexing and releasing.
Upstairs were the bedrooms.
At the top of the stairs, to the left was the hallway to the other bedrooms, while straight ahead was the master bedroom.
Arriving in her bedroom first, My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, turned to face me.
She graced me with a smile that said I was about to receive a gift better than any present ever.
I watched as my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, unbuttoned her blouse for me.
Her bra resembled those designed for function brassieres that you see in those ads included in the Sunday coupons.
Wide and full, it fully encased and surrounded her breasts, yet seemed to magnify and define them better.
I was pleasantly surprised to discover that her bra wasn’t pure white but instead a pale soft rose.
The shoulder straps were sexy.
They were solid and sturdy as they needed to support Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s bountiful breasts ̶ only sporting tiny scalloped lace on the edges.
From there, the cups were paneled with the bottom half composed of two solid quarters, while the top half was a lacey fabric and in my hyper-alert state I could detect the faint hints of her areola behind.
Then without any embarrassment she looked down and we both watched as she released the five front hooks.
Finished, she, with casual pride, opened her bra and let it fall off her back.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits were breath-taking in their magnificence.
Her breasts hung about halfway down her chest and had a mouth-watering softness to them.
Freed from their container, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits seemed to more jut outward and to the side as much they did down; still there as an arousing shadow cast by the few inches they sagged down.
With about two-thirds of their mass on the bottom half, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s boobs were spell-binding and even greater than I had fantasized about.
Her wide slightly oval shaped areoles rested on the swooping curvature.
They were a soft pinkish orange while her nipples jutted out erect and were calling me.
I stepped forward and closed the space between us.
Cradling her exquisite ever erect Musalmān tits in her arms, my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, offered her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits to me.
I lowered my head down and kissed across, around her boobs.
“That’s it Durgesh. These are all for you now,” she said as one of her hands held me to her bosom.
“All for you to tease…” she whimpered and I squeezed her hard nipple.
I squeezing them together, created mountains and a grand canyon I buried by face in.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, that’s it. Kiss your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s boobs,” she cried out and held me tight to them.
“Oh babe, kiss your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits. Oh babe, yes. Oh babe, kiss my ever erect Musalmān tits like you’ve dreamed off.”
“Oh honey, I love you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, purred as I kissed on her breasts. “Oh honey, I love you so much. Allah! Oh God you feel so good kissing my ever erect Musalmān tits. Oh, Oh, Oh yes.”
As much as my mind and spirit could’ve spent eternity at Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s breasts, my body and lust was frantic for more. My hands were all over her body.
They were soon tugging at her shorts, getting the waistband to stretch around her ample hips before falling to the floor.
From there they were at work removing her delicate pink nylon panties off.
Successful, I was eager to follow on and kneeled down.
However, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had other ideas.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair she ordered,
“Hold on, Hindu lover boy,”
Turning to her left, she took a step back to sit at the bottom edge of her queen-size bed.
With her hold on my hair she dragged me with her, and I obediently knelt between her spread open legs and gazed at my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s pussy in awe. Covering her pubic mound she had a wide thatch of dark brown, curly pubic hair that was obviously trimmed and groomed into a well-formed triangle before arching down and around her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips.
There her fur was like two racing stripes running parallel to her extremely beautiful bare tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips before thinning and reconnecting to end upon her t’aint.
In all, her fuzz framed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with an attention to detail.
And what an extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to behold.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas lied back upon her bed and pulled me, willingly, against her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I buried my face upon my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s cunt and I thought I had found the Holy Lands.
As I nuzzled my face upon her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I was, at times, staggered by how responsive and vocal my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Providing to my eager lips her pubic mound, she squirmed beneath me.
She held tight to the fistful of my hair as if to stay grounded.
She cried out,
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh. Oh God, Durgesh. Allah! Yā Allah! Oh babe, Oh babe, oh my God.”
I could smell how wet she already was.
Her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt had a strong musky aroma that made my Uncut Hindu Lund ache with longing.
I was stunned by the heat coming from her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, yet wanted to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān oven.
“Allah, Durgesh, kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Kiss it, please baby. Kiss me there,” she pleaded even as her hand that held my head pressed me tight onto her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I’d discovered that in the bedroom not only was my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, very responsive and vocal, but as a mature woman she knew what she wanted too.
“Allah, Durgesh kiss my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdīextremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Kiss it, kiss it. Yeah right there, yeah that’s it,” she called out.
I felt her contorting, squirming, dancing beneath me.
I felt her writhing in erotic pleasure beneath me.
I looked up and watched as my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, fondled her own ever erect Musalmān tits.
I kissed, kissed and kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I watched Al Zaynab Al Jaħas bring her boobs to her own mouth and lick them.
Grabbing a great handful of her right breast I watched as she was able to suck on her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits as I kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Seeing Al Zaynab Al Jaħas sucking on her exquisite Ever erect Musalmān tits I matched her in my kissing her.
I kissed her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt mound.
She responded by bucking her hips up to me and driving my head even harder upon her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah Oh God, Allah, oh God, rub your Uncut Hindu Lund on my clit. That’s it, rub it, rub it. Oh, Durgesh, that’s it,” she cheered after she had guided my Uncut Hindu Lund to her nub.
Finding it with my Uncut Hindu Lund, I played with the pearl resting on top of its stem.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, babe, Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt while you rub on my clit.
“Allah, Durgesh, that’s it. That’s the way Al Zaynab Al Jaħas likes it. Penis your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Durgesh, you’re making your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas feel so fuckin’ good. Allah! Oh God babe; yes, Yes, YES, YES! YES!!!
“Durgesh, Penis my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, faster, faster, faster
“Harder, harder, harder, you’re gonna make me cum. Make your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas cum, make your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, make Al Zaynab Al Jaħas cum.
“MAKE ME CUM!!!” and she did.
While I wasn’t an innocent, I had rarely experienced a woman experience an orgasm like my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, did at that Moment.
Holding my head with the strength of an Amazon, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas climaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Showering my Uncut Hindu Lund with her spray, my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, ejaculated upon me.
Hot female Musalmān fluids washed over my Uncut Hindu Lund, drenching it with her fantastic female Musalmān love.
For seconds we were both stunned speechless, motionless.
The only sound was her gasping for oxygen, her body heaving as she wheezed fighting to catch her breath.
Eventually between her heavy breathes, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas started giggling.
Shifting, she sorta propped herself up to look over her prodigious breasts and down into the valley between her legs where my Uncut Hindu Lund was.
After a few more laughs, she asked,
“After cumming like that I need to be fucked. I hope that’s alright?”
It was essentially a rhetorical question, as she didn’t even wait for an answer.
We knew what the answer would be.
In an ambling way, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas rolled over on to her hands and knees and crawled up to the head of her bed.
I watched her with admiration as she essentially ‘assumed the position’ and offered herself to me, now properly.
I stripped down and got rid of my clothes fully in ten seconds.
Feeling the bed shift, as I climbed onto my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s bed, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked back with a lustful, wanton smile of debauchery.
Her eyes first met mine but then dropped down and shamelessly gazed at my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Wow, Durgesh you’ve grown into quite the unique legendary man, I see,” she laughed with wicked decadence.
I was never hornier than then.
I was feeling so rowdy I would’ve fucked a tree hole.
Thankfully I didn’t have to.
“Let me show you,” I smiled back.
I was now feeling comfortable and confident.
Here I was naked atop the bed; with my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, nude before me, depravedly offering herself to me; the room already enveloped with the scent of her sex; and I could feel the stickiness of her orgasm on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With my right hand I took hold of her luscious right hip.
With my left hand I grasped my Uncut Hindu member.
Aligning with her puffy, pouty extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I stroked myself against her.
“Is this what you want?”
“Allah!Oh God, yes,” she whimpered as she bucked back against me, trying to get my Uncut Hindu Cock to penetrate her.
“What is it you want?” I inquired as I slid the underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock along her hot, wet, leaking extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“You,” she pleaded.
“What is it you want?”
“I want you,” she begged.
“What is it you want?”
“I need you inside of me,” she besought, humping her body back at me hoping I would penetrate her.
“What is it you want?”
“I want you to fuck me. I want only you to fuck me. I wanna get fucked by you like I’ve never been fucked before,”
“Your wish is my command.”
“Allah! YES!!!” she bellowed as I finally penetrated her.
Lining my Uncut Hindu Cock with her needy extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I grabbed hold of her thick, soft, yummy hips and slammed my Uncut Hindu Cock up her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Allah, Durgesh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she sang as our bodies repeatedly slammed together.
Each time, there was the erotic sound of two sex soaked bodies coming together in carnal delight.
“Yeah you like me fucking you, don’t ya?” My senses were soaring as I could smell our sex.
I could taste it.
I heard our bodies merging.
I felt us, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I, becoming one.
“Yeah baby, grab Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s ever erect Musalmān tits like that!”
I had shifted.
Raising up and leaning forward, I released her hips and held two more a handful worth of boobs.
Continuously, I slammed at her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Loving our bodies colliding together.
“You are the best Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. You are the best, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I commended. “Fucking you is better than I ever dreamed.”
“Allah!Oh God Durgesh, fucking you is better than I ever dreamed too,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, confessed.
Hearing her words drove my Hindu male lust into an even higher gear that I didn’t even know existed.
Like a frantic manic I started thrusting even harder down upon her; rammin’ and slammin’ my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s slopping wet extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
After a thrust even Hercules would be proud of, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas fell forward landing on her frontside.
I fell with her, never severing our bond.
She cried out,
“Don’t stop Durgesh, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
I had no plans to.
I thought, as we seemed to naturally adjust to our new position that I was the one in control.
I’d learn later that the position we were in, the Jockey Sex Position, was actually one of My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,’s favorite positions.
She loved the feel of my mass upon her; how the direction of the thrust is almost all forward, not down; kissing from this position is incredibly intense; and she would get off from the humping and rubbing of her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and clit upon the bedding beneath her.
“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I cheered as I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
The bed was like a bouncing bronco, like a third member to our choir pushing and shoving, squeaking and bouncing.
“You are so fuckin’ good,” I told her.
I loved the feel of her beefy Musalmān ass-cheeks on my hips as I rammed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her.
“Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, you are the best,” I panted between my labored breaths.
I was about to cum and I was thankful.
I was exhausted.
My lungs burned, screaming for oxygen.
My body was covered in sweat, my eyes burned from the sweat running into them.
I felt as if I had run a marathon and finally the Finish Line was approaching
“Al Zaynab Al Jaħas,” I labored. “I’m… gonna… cum… soon.”
“Oh babe, I want you to cum. Come on Durgesh, cum inside me. Cum inside my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in your Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in me. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I want you to cum in my, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s, extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt,” she chanted as I labored towards the finish, chugging along giving her ever last drop of energy I had left.
“Cum for me, Durgesh. Cum in my extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. Cum in my…” and then I was there.
With a final, victorious Hindu thrust I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock fully, completely into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas’s extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and unloaded.
My first shot tore out of my Uncut Hindu Cock ̶ starting with a shudder at my shoulders that raced down my body and out of my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, it felt as if I had fired a cannonball.
The second shot launched and I felt my stormtroopers going charging out.
My third shot fired right behind, followed by a fourth and fifth; then finally that thick avalanche of cum oozed out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and into Al Zaynab Al Jaħas and I knew I was done.
Finished, spent and exhausted I lied there on top of her, still in her, my Hindu semen swimming in her extremely beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
When she turned and looked up at me I gazed down at her Musalmān beauty.
With a smile, she reached up and swept some of my soak-soaked hair off my forehead and kissed me.
With a pleased smile she said,
“We should’ve had this conversation a long time ago.”
That was fifty years ago, and from that day our lives were forever changed, for the better.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas discovered a sense of confidence.
In two years she went from simply being a real estate agent to a real estate broker to owning her own brokerage firm.
I, now having a purpose and direction, went to a focused and determined one.
I was pursued by some of the top investment firms; and much of this had to do with the successful portfolio I had developed working with my business partner, My former open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas would make the initial money and having learned how, I would multiply it tenfold.
Our bank accounts had added a few zeros to the end.
We went from living paycheck to paycheck and having to choose between this or that, to being able to enjoy whatever we wanted.
We were able to enjoy the finer things in life and enjoy ourselves.
Since everyone knew we were business partners no one ever questioned our relationship.
Page Six of the New York Post would show pictures of me escorting my beautiful Al Zaynab Al Jaħas to a social gala with a comment saying more Durgesh should be as attentive to their Al Zaynab Al Jaħas as I was.
Our family will never know what need is as a result of My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, and my efforts.
As a couple and a team, we went from being dollar-aires to thousandires to millionaires and beyond.
From that day on, My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, and I were partners in business and in the bedroom loving life and each other.
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The soft footfalls upon the basement steps came,
‘Creak… creak… creak…’.
‘Pat… pat… pat…” whispered the quiet sound of bare feet on the concrete floor outside my bedroom.
I was too used to the feminine steps coming to my room that it was absolutely normal for me now.
Most of them, if not all of them, needed me only for one thing, my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
They couldn’t replace it.
They hadn’t another option except to surrender to me if they really want to get it into their ravenous holes.
Allah, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad thought, the bloody Hindu scoundrel understands absolutely what the exclusive power control he has in his six inches long Uncut Hindu rod that just doubles when gets into a female sexual organ and even shrinks miraculously to only three inches, if its incredulous length and thickness isn’t needed.
This is the incredible unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund that’s actually ruling the entire Multiverse now through its own Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire.
Yes, but true.
This is the ever incredible Uncut Hindu Lund that rules entire womankind and through the entire womankind it rules entire mankind too.
Never before it, anyone has witnessed such an incredible phenomenon.
Using creatively, positively, immensely prudently, constantly, patiently, how a single man can win the entire Multiverse, through his miraculous male sexual organ only, could be seen in Durgesh’s ever incredible life history.
He attributes it to Ved.
Well, there are some persons who believe it, there are some persons who are ever adamant never to believe it.
‘Eee…’ the moan of protesting hinges desperately in need of oil.
Then came the barely heard footfalls upon my bedroom carpet followed by the whisper of clothing hitting the floor.
I knew who it was and why she was in my bedroom.
She wanted to torment me yet again.
Sālī, I love sex.
I am a Hindu.
We Hindus gave the Kāmsūtr and Tantr to the Multiverse.
You Musalmīn could never understand why Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was never allowed to divorce even anyone of his wives.
You Musalmīn could never understand why no wife of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam was ever allowed to remarry whoever the man could be, even after the death of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam.
You allowed divorce blindly without understanding it and loosened/destroyed the family bond in this way.
The children of your families either lost their father’s ever progressive care, or their real mother’s ever incomparable love for her children.
The Christians and Jews surrendered ultimately to the feminism and ever shrewd businesspersons that wanted to divide your family more and more so that they could sell their products to more households.
They supported the feminism blindly, because the females come in the family from outside.
Only they could separate their husbands from the rest of the family members.
Only Hindus have given the perfect family system, no one else, because only Hindus had studied sex scientifically , socially and spiritually simultaneously.
I had been home back a little over four weeks and damn near every night or early morning she was sneaking into my bedroom to tease me with her naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
“Are you awake?” Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad asked softly.
“Yep,” I replied.
“You need some wd40 for the door hinges,” she said, humor heavy in her voice.
“No, what I need is a lock on my bedroom door,” I told her keeping my eyes closed, naughtily.
“Why would you want to lock your door?” the coyness in her voice was bordering on bitterness.
“Why do you come down here to torment me?” I asked.
“You don’t belong here anymore, you are an extremely communal Hindu and why Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Ummil Mominīn, and Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Rasūlullāh, let you back in the house is still a mystery to me,” there was no hiding the hate now.
“All the charges were dropped and my innocence that I never surrendered to any damn communalism, has been proved beyond any reasonable doubt, you evil bitch!” I smiled at her triumphantly, teasing her.
“Evil Bitch, am I? You don’t even know what an evil is, Durgesh.” I felt her weight on the bed and the sudden chill as the covers were yanked down. “You must get off on evil Musalmān bitches cause your UNCUT HINDU COCK is rock fucking hard!”
I felt her grab my Uncut Hindu Shaft and her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips envelope the tip as she began to suck me off.
I thought over the options, and decided to do nothing.
It wasn’t needed to do anything whatsoever.
Yes, she is powerful.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her entire Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah supports Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad now.
Even a large number of Musalmīn support Muħammad due to his ever cruel cuckold upbringing, and supports her daughters blindly.
I would let her do whatever she wanted and let the pieces fall where they may.
“I see you aren’t complaining even with my lips wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, do you want to cum in my ardent Musalmān mouth or in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?” she growled the hate, screaming from her.
But still I remained silent, smiling only victoriously and Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to bob her beautiful Musalmān head up and down the entire Hindu length of me.
Soon, her ever quivering extremely beautiful red crimson ardent Musalmān lips were touching the very base of my Uncut Hindu Dick without any signs of gagging.
Damn near ten inches down her fucking Musalmān throat and not a whisper of a gag reflex!
I had to admit I was impressed.
Now she was deep-throating me, for all she was worth, and I could hear the slick sounds of her fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as she masturbated.
Was she ashamed of herself somewhat, in using my Uncut Hindu Lund there, instead of her finger?
I could not believe it.
Her mouth, lips and tongue teased me for a good five minutes or more, before I felt her lift her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever lovely Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head up.
Her body weight shifted again.
I felt what could only be her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips parting around the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“How does your ardent Musalmān female enemy’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips feel? Do you want me to drop down and have you fill me up? HUH? Do YOU!” she was almost shouting now, but she knew, as well as I did her parents couldn’t hear her from the second floor.
And drop she did and I managed to fight back the instinct to moan as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely surrounded my even unconquerable Hindu hardness.
But she moaned and groaned and began to ride me.
“You LOVE my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, you sick the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu FUCK! My tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot moving up and down on your ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund! Feel this?” she asked as she squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even tighter around me. “Feel how tight it is?”
I felt her beautiful hands on my Hindu chest as she used it for leverage and began to ride me with long deep movements of her beautiful Musalmān hips.
“Come on ram your Musalmān hips up into me you fucking Musalmān hypocrite! I’m innocent! I spent a year in hatred of your simple hearted nothing evil understanding Musalmān parents, for nothing I did ever! How long has it been since a girl fucked you HUH?”
It took everything I had not to do as she wanted.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot felt so damn good and a grudge fuck beat no fuck at all.
She lifted up paused and then dropped down impaling herself with a deep guttural growl.
“I bet you think I love fucking your UNCUT HINDU LUND don’t you? I bet you want me to come here every night and suck and fuck you, don’t you? Well I fucking…” but her rant was cut off as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and she nearly fainted.
I felt her grind her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot down forcing me as deepest as I could go inside of her. I heard her panting as she tried to catch her breath moaning softly to herself.*
She looked at me.
“Durgesh, we need to talk,” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said in a curious tone.
It was determined yet nervous.
She didn’t sound angry, yet the fact that she called me herself while she hated me until now so much that she never tolerated even a single opportunity to criticize me ever to the media, scornfully, caught my attention.
“Durgesh, I’m worried about you,” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, started, alerting me from my wool-gathering.
I was surprised to discover she had pulled out her chair and was sitting down next to me.
I was also surprised to see she had refilled her wine glass. Besides her diminutive size, she wasn’t much of a drinker anyway.
This evening after she got home as a treat, and almost an appetizer, she had poured a small glass of sherry for her after dinner.
She had sipped at that as she told me about her day and asking me courteously about how my HVSI Group of Companies is doing.
During dinner she had half a glass of a light chardonnay.
To see her with another glass was unusual.
“I don’t mean for this to be embarrassing or to make you uncomfortable,” she said softly and earnestly.
Then reaching over she took my left hand and held it in her right.
I stared down at our hands together atop the table.
“I’m telling you this because I love you and am concerned, Ok?”
I controlled myself from smiling ironically.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas loved me?
She was concerned about me?
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas was the only wife of Muħammad that always scorned me for what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah did with Muħammad in Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club.
Her argument was:
‘Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah couldn’t have done that without my pre permission.’
Even Muħammad opposed it.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had smiled ironically on it,
“I know better, Muħammad, why don’t you, most of the Musalmān friends of Durgesh, criticize Durgesh for snatching away your beautiful Musalmān wives and even having sex with your almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”
Muħammad squirmed, quite embarrassed.
Yet he didn’t respond to her temptation.
“You are losing nothing. After you have enough sex with your Musalmān wives you don’t give a damn even if some black thief uses your wives, let alone Durgesh. He is million times better in your opinion instead.”
The Assistant Managing Director of Al Zaynab Al Jaħas Group of Companies, Al Taqaddus Al Islam, smiled ironically,
“I want to interrupt, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, if you please let me. They lose interest in us as soon as in our late thirties, if not in our earlier thirties already.”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas smiled,
“That’s right. And thanks for so appropriate an interruption. I have noted however, Durgesh is still ravenously interested in Imāmzādī Ħumayrah Qāzī even.”
“They want to get rid of us, as soon as their libido starts to crave for someone the ‘fifth’.” Al Taqaddus Al Islam said scornfully.
All the ladies present there smiled sarcastically at the males present there.
“That’s the reason, I think, behind the fact that most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies are deserting their Musalmān husbands after their thirty three or thirty four.” Al Zaynab Al Jaħas said.
Muħammad was stunned.
The rest of the males were embarrassed.*
Looking up into her wonderfully large dark eyes that showed both love and concern, I nodded my head in understanding.
Then lowering my eyes, my gaze happened to fall on the open collar of her blouse and the delightful sight of her cleavage.
I couldn’t help being enchanted by the fact that I could see hints of her bra through her blouse.
“It’s been over a year. Have you even dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad?”
“I don’t think so, so?” I smiled.
The truth was no, I hadn’t really dated anyone of the remaining three wives of Muħammad.
In a year’s time I had asked out Muħammad’s two wives but both dates were duds.
Still I really didn’t think it was a big deal, nor something my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, should be involving herself in.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas took a sip from her wine before saying,
“I love you and don’t want this be to awkward, embarrassing or uncomfortable…” and she paused. I looked up at her.
“…But I know how you feel about me,” she hurried out in an almost embarrassed voice.
She said it so quickly I wasn’t sure I heard her correctly.
I had heard what she had said but could not believe that was what she actually did say.
“Huh?” I responded flummoxed, “What did you say?”
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked down at our hands as if embarrassed.
Suddenly I was surprised to feel and see our fingers interlaced.
My ever opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had not only called me on my mobile, she had interlaced her fingers with mine too.
My mind kicked into hyper-gear and a thousand thoughts started racing around my skull.
Does she mean she knows, like really knows?
Or, does she mean she knows I care about her?
Eīshān, God, could she really know that I’m in love with her too?
Should I be cautious?
Should I be alert?
Should I be excited and turned-on?
Because I am.
These thoughts and more, flashed past me.
There was an awkward pause as I didn’t say anything.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas looked at me with those lovely eyes that expressed concern yet apprehension.
Finally she took another drink of her wine before saying,
“Durgesh, I’m your unresponsive new Musalmān love, Sweetie, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas. I know you. Do you think I don’t see how you look at me? Do you think I don’t sense how you truly feel about me? Believe me, despite your being a Hindu, I’m honored that such a handsome ever young man finds me attractive like that, but I’m your zsalhaj, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas……I mean, it’s tempting,”
Her cheeks reddened.
I couldn’t believe what she was saying.
My thoughts and emotions were swinging in opposite directions.
I was immensely grave now.
With her next breath I was chagrined.
Then I was flattered.
And then, I was intrigued.
I was charmed and finally titillated.
Did my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, just say,
My mind was racing at warp speed as I wondered if my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, had thought about us and was curious about it.
Could she be attracted to me as I am to her?
Could she be fascinated by the idea of us being together?
Is she really tempted?
“I know you love me and would never hurt me. I know you would treat me right. You would do everything you can to make me happy but…”
“So, why not, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas?” I nterrupted her, smiling.
I knew I was on the precipice.
I was on the edge of the high dive board; it was either jump or climb down the ladder and never have another chance.
“What do you mean?” My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, almost squeaked.
“You’re the one who says not to care what others say or think. You said it yourself, that you know I love you and would treat you right. I love you. So, why don’t we try it? You know, just try and see how it is.”
“Really?” my open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, wondered and I could hear in her tone that she wasn’t offended.
Instead she sounded curious.
I had to seal the deal.
“Yeah, come here…” I softly ordered and lifting her hand pulled her towards me.
We leaned in to each other and kissed; eyes closed and on the lips!!!
In reality it was a chastise kiss, as a first kiss always is but at the same time it was the greatest kiss ever.
Our lips touched for a short eternity before she leaned back and softly chuckled.
However it wasn’t an insulting laugh but one of bemused embarrassment.
Still when I leaned forward she matched and we kissed again, and again, and again.
On the last kiss our lips lingered, and when she pulled back she softly giggled with pleasure.
“Come here,” I urged as I sat back in my chair.
Pulling on her hand she, with the grace of a nymph, slide across from her seat to sit on my lap.*
On my Hindu lap!
Muħammad groaned and marched out of there, unable to bear to lose his one more extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife to my ever miraculous Hindu male charms.
It was more painful now.
Al Zaynab Al Jaħas had married Muħammad divorcing her former husband.
Has she decided to divorce her second husband too, Muħammad too?
We exchanged a few more quick kisses and she looped her right arm over my shoulders.
My left hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to me.
We kissed some more and I was in Heaven.
I’d kissed a few girls recently but none were as breathtaking, as kissing My open opponent, Al Zaynab Al Jaħas, was.
Her lips seemed to be perfectly matched to mine with the exact combination of warm and softness.
After a few more kisses she twisted, turning even more towards me and rested her left arm over my shoulder encircling us.
As she did, I was astonished to feel her mouth open and then even more astounded to feel her tongue caress my lips.
I knew what to do.*
She whispered low,
“Allah, God, I didn’t expect to actually come,”
“But you did, didn’t you, you evil bitch!” I told her coolly. “Next thing you’ll torture me with is your Musalmān ass… saying is this how the guys in hatred felt…”
“Hmmmm?” I heard her gasp and then fall silent.
“I don’t blame you, I’d be afraid too…” I whispered.
“I am NOT afraid of you or your UNCUT HINDU LUND!” she hollered.
I felt her lift her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and then shift her body weight just a little, and just as I taunted her with her tightly puckered Musalmān asshole was pressing down over the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad was making little gasping sounds and slowly but oh so surely her Musalmān anus opened to the wide head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and inch by inch she moved down until… ‘POP’ the head slipped in.
She was panting again but this time in a different type of exertion.
Once she had acclimated to the head inside of her she dropped down letting the Uncut Hindu Shaft follow after.
Soon my Uncut Hindu Dick was buried as deepest as it could go inside of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and to my utter astonishment she was purring.
After a full minute Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad began to lift and drop again but only a little at first.
“So full…” she whispered, “…my ever smart Musalmān ass is so fucking full of your Uncut Hindu Lund, Hindu scoundrel.”
She rode me slowly but I noticed she was lifting higher and higher now taking more of me with each motion.
Evil Bitch was soon riding the full length of me panting and moaning as her fingers diddled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and clit.
“Open your eyes and see your filthy nāpāk UNCUT HINDU LUND deepest in my extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Hindu fucker of us Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies,? Is it as tight as the other beautiful Musalmān houseladies?” she moaned and shook with pleasure.
“Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad,” I said opening my eyes and taking in the entire scene of her extremely beautiful, ever smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass impaled on my Uncut Hindu Dick. “I never had sex with your younger sisters and cousins, neither ever with your beautiful Musalmān houseladies. They reported you wrong. But you never believed me. Why should you? They are your own and I am only a communal Hindu in your damned opinion. I just wanted you to violate yourself like the spiteful bitch you are.”
Her expression was priceless as she began to rant and rave and then she tried to lift off of my Uncut Hindu Lund but I gave her what she wanted then I thrust my hips upward impaling her once more.
She stopped dead in her tracks as I grabbed her by her ardent, ever smart, big, heavy, perfectly round, Musalmān buttocks and began to thrust up into her tight Musalmān ass again and again.
“UHHHHH…” she moaned. “Stop… NO… not my Musalmān ass!”
“You wanted me to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever tight Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, is that it?” I asked her as I continued to fuck her.
“You wanted to be in control, didn’t you?”
“But you didn’t expect liking getting ass fucked did you?”
“Do you want me to cum in your Musalmān ass, Al Fātimah Al Zohrah Al Muħammad?”
“How do they ask politely,” saying it just the way her ardent, orthodox, Musalmān parents would have.
“P… please cum in my tremendously gorgeous, ever shrewdest, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, big, heavy, perfectly round, firm, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass!!!”
“If I am going to do that, you need to get on your hands and knees and beg me to fuck your extremely attractive ardent Musalmān ass,” I gave her my ultimatum.
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