1: Of my Musalmān friends
I moved my free hand down to her hip and ass, groping us as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, began to take off her tank top and bra.
She unclasped it and I gasped as her perfect tits erected against her body.
I cupped one in my hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling!” she cried as she placed her hand on top of mine and continued to rub her breast.
With her free hand she grabbed my head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into mine, still bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and grinding her beautiful Musalmān ass deep into my lap, allowing me to bottom out in her every time.
With this, I could no longer concentrate on the road perfectly.
I attempted to pull over to focus more on what I was doing.
I pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.
Now using both of my free hands I groped her tight, lithe young adult Musalmān body.
I grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions.
“What are you doing Durgesh darling?” she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips.
I lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on my Hindu crotch.
I ran my hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.
It went on neither of knew how long.
We both felt as it was to infinity.
Then ultimately I released my infinite control on my penis.
“Oh, Al Qamar Al Islam! Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” I said, as I could no longer handle her tightness. “Are you on the pill, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, hoping I’d be able to cum in her Musalmān Pussy.
“No… Durgesh darling…” she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, I so close to cumming. “It’s okay, though, Durgesh darling! Just cum in your Al Qamar Al Islam’s Musalmān Pussy. Fill me up deepest with your utmost wanted Hindu sperm!” she screamed, continuing to move down on my cock.
“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge by her naughty words. “Your Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” With one last bounce, she sat hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock and kissed me deeply.
With this, I began to cum.
“I love you too, Durgesh darling! And now understand completely why the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies I know and even my Musalmān lady friends are so crazy to fuck you always irrespective of days or nights. They say you are the best. And Wallāh, they are quite correct.” she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside!
She collapsed on my chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest.
I ran my hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her beautiful Musalmān ass one last time.
She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on my lap.
I grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off mine and placed her on my console.
“Allah, Durgesh darling, that was amazing!!” she smiled, leaning against my chest and kissing me.
“I’ve never fucked such a sexy little thing before, recently.” I smiled, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly.
I looked over onto the floor and saw Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s shorts and panties on the carpet of the car.
Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from my pre-cum.
“Here you go, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said, handing her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear.
She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt.
I slapped her beautiful Musalmān ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting.
As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, I started to wonder what would happen.
“Wait, so you’re not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?” I asked, slightly concerned.
“If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Durgesh darling. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!” She smiled again with her bubbly smile. “That would be okay, right Durgesh darling?” she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward.
“Of course, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl.” I said, realizing I couldn’t say no to my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “Whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” I put my shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, asked shyly.
“Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, turning toward her and starting the car again.
She leaned in close and grabbed my face, pulling my head in and pressing her lips against mine. “We still have 4 hours to go till we make it to my apartment, and now we’re a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?” she asked sheepishly.
“I’d love to, Al Qamar Al Islam.” I said as I began to pull back onto the road. “I’ll fuck my sexy little Al Qamar Al Islam all night and into the morning,” I said with a sly grin, putting my free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into my lap.
She blushed a deep red and then leaned into my chest.
I kissed her on the lips as she whispered back,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, I love you! “She kissed me again and then lay against my chest, both of us looking forward to what was to come.*
As we asked truth or dare, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for me to ask or respond.
“Okay. We dare you to get to second base. Make out with your husband and suck on his cock.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān answered, smiling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s eyes went wide. “What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, concerned.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm tried to hide it, but I immediately noted she was secretly happy.
Perhaps it was the reason she chose dare even without asking me.
“Yup. That’s your dare. Do it or not.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, speaking up and giggling a bit.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm leaned to my ear, whispering softly. “It’s fine Durgesh. Don’t give away and betray me, please. Don’t forget we are playing husband and wife. Moreover, being my father in law it’s your duty to protect me from everything against me.”
I started, to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise.
“I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It’s no big deal.” I said, getting braver.
She was still in shock, but spoke back.
“Yeah, but it’s inappropriate nevertheless. You’re my father in law!” she looked over at the prada bag, admiring it again. “I do really want that purse, though,” she added.
“Fine, but try to make it quick.” I said.
She’d drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.
“Okay, We’ll do it.” She said to the group, turning to me.
“Oooh, this should be fun!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān cooed.
Durgesh faced Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
She brought her hand around my waist, pulling me closer to her.
I hesitated for a second, before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took the initiative.
She planted her lips firmly to mine, hoping to get it over quick.
As our lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. We both felt electricity as we kissed, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, drunk as she was, melted into my mouth.
As I kissed Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I was overtaken in the lust of the Moment.
I placed one hand on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s ass and leaned her on the floor, on her knees.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth, lightly teasing me.
She moaned into my mouth as my rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet.
I lightly ran my finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.
“Allaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gasped out, in a whisper.
She started to grind her pussy against my finger, when she was interrupted by the group.
“Holy nonsense you guys!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, breaking the silence.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I immediately realized where we were, groping each other in front of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friends.
We had been too into it to even say anything before Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl had spoken up.
My Hindu shaft was now glistening from her saliva.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm got off me, looking up at the group.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was bright red, even though she hadn’t even been the one doing anything.
I then eyed Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, realizing her hand was in between her legs.
She had just been masturbating!
“Jeez, guys! Get a room!” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb now said out loud, chuckling.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention.
Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties.
She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices.
I had just been openly rubbing her wet Musalmān slit, and now she was hornier than ever.
Even more so, she was turned on by the fact we had done it while her friends watched.
“Well, now” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving me a slight grin. “I guess you fulfilled your dare!”
It was then Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb and her husband’s turn.
They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth.
The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.
“Give Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband, instead of your own husband, a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked.”
“I don’t know about this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb.” Muħammad Saåīd, her husband, started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.
“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.” She said, reassuring him.
She led me to a chair and gave me a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in my lap.
She grabbed my hands and placed us on her body as she removed both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge beautiful Musalmān ass.
The men, including me, ogled Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb’s beautiful Musalmān body as she performed the dare, looking at me with lust in our eyes.
She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor.
Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone.
I stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in my penis.
The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān and her husband’s turn.
This time, the women got bold.
I noticed them giggling abnormally, after Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān chose to do a dare once again.
They broke their huddle and gave the dare.
“Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, you have to suck on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband’s Penis, my husband’s, as I myself did.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said with a sly grin.
“What?” she exclaimed. “Surely you can’t be fine with this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb? I think you want to suck his wonderful Penis.”
“I’m game,” she said, giggling. “I love someone as beautiful as you are sucking a wonderful Penis.” she said, eyeing Muħammad Saåīd.
Both of their husbands gulped, and I could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.
“Fine.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, to my surprise.
I was shocked, but definitely looked forward to.
“You ready?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, nearing me.
“All yours!” I smiled boldly.
Taking command, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān pushed me onto my back.
I moaned slightly as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān flicked Uncut Hindu Prick with her tongue before taking my entire sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Cock into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
As Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Penis, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing herself to arch her back.
I gasped as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s breasts fell into view.
They were breathtaking.
They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s.
They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing me.
My cock further hardened as she sucked me wonderfully nonstop.
The men’s jaws were still on us, stunned by what was happening.
As they tried to recover, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān changed the subject.
“Okay, Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl. It’s your guys’ turn now!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. “You only have dares left, right?”
“Oh, nuh uh.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, turning a shade of red I had never even seen before. “I’m not doing anything like that! I’m too embarrassed! We’re out!” she said, looking away.
Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn’t be doing anything, but accepted the decision.
“You sure?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke in.
“Yeah. We’re gonna stay and watch still, of course.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl added.
“What a naughty slut!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, laughing.
“Whatever!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, embarrassed. “It’s Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and Muħammad Raħmān’s turn now, right?” she added, referring to me as Muħammad Raħmān.
“I guess so,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, agreeing. “Truth or dare?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned to me, whispering to decide what we wanted to do. “I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We’ll try to get us out after our turn with something crazy.”
I just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.
“We choose dare again.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
“Okay,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. “Give your husband a blow job again, right here in front of us.”
My jaw dropped.
I hadn’t expected it to ever go this far, and while my cock stirred at the thought of getting my cock sucked by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I fully expected her to turn it down.
“You can’t be serious, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān! That’s too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can’t expect us to accept that!”
“Well, that’s the dare, sweetie.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, teasing her. “If you want to win, that’s what you have to do.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked to the other two women for support.
We had none.
“Sorry, babe, but no objections here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said as she made eye contact with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. “This is too exciting!”
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looking at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned towards me, lost in thought. I, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“It’s fine, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I started, whispering to her as she drew closer. “This has gone far enough already. There’s no need to do the dare.”
“You’re right, dear. It’s fine.” She replied. I took a deep breath of relief. “Just let me do all the work.” She added.
She actually planned to give me a blowjob!
“Allah Allah! Holy nonsense, she’s gonna do it.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.
Slowly, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm unbuckled the fake utility belt I was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of my costume, revealing my boxers.
There was a large tent in my pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear.
I went to protest one last time as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempted to pull them down, but she gave me a threatening glare, causing me to back down.
I couldn’t believe Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was about to give me a blow job!
I immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see my Hindu manhood.
The women gasped as it escaped my boxers, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.
“Holy nonsense, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb blurted out. “Allah, that thing is huge.”
“I can see why you married him, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband.
SI blatantly stared at my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. “That thing’s like half as big as you!” she added, referencing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s petite Musalmān body.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ignored them, focusing on the task at hand.
She’d never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had acquired such a thing.
At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it.
Slowly, she brought her lips to my Hindu cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moaned as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth envelop my cock, her tongue swirling around its tip.
I watched as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm slowly moved her lips down the length of my Hindu shaft, attempting to take it all at once.
Unbeknownst to me, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too.
She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.
Seeing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on my massive Uncut Hindu Cock made me harder than I’d ever been before recently, and I did everything I could to not cum right there.
Realizing she couldn’t reach the base of my cock, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took her free hands and placed it around the base of my cock, using her other to cradle my large testicles.
As her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and through adjusted to my size, she began to pump the bottom part of my cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it.
She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to my size, running her small mouth up and down the length of my enormous Hindu cock.
I watched in pure delight as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s lips bobbed up and down over my cock.
It was by far the best head I’d ever been given recently, and it drove me even crazier that I was being blown by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to move her ardent Musalmān lips up and down my enormous Hindu manhood, enjoying the taste of such a sixty seven years old, utmost experienced large Uncut Hindu Cock in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She pumped my shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured me in front of her close friends.
Realizing I was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her ardent Musalmān lips tight around my massive Hindu girth and engulfing as much of my length as she could, to the point of almost choking.
I could no longer handle Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s expert work, and knew I was close to finishing.
“Holy nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm-” I started, cutting myself off, realizing I needed to call Al Nādirah Al Åzīm by her actual name. “Oh Fuck, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I’m about to cum, babe!” I said, attempting to act like her husband.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to work in overdrive before I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten as I began to release inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
Ropes and ropes of my Hindu cum shot down Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s throat as I felt my balls empty into Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s mouth.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was expecting to swallow my cum, but she wasn’t prepared for how much I actually came.
Finally, I began to settle down as I pumped the last of my cum deep inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.
I groaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempting to finish swallowing my Hindu load, a small amount of my cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast.
As I finished, she continued to lick the head of my cock, cleaning it entirely of my cum.
She swallowed the rest of my load and slowly withdrew her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from My cock.
She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.
I looked at gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, her left breast and chin still dripping with my cum.
As I recovered, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked up at me and smiled seductively, giving me a little shrug.
I pulled my boxers back up over my still hard Hindu cock.
Immediately, we both once again realized where we were: right in front of three other couples.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off her face and body.
She sat down on my lap and gave me a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around my cock.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people.
I could feel her wetness in my lap and knew Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly aroused.
“Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, that was hot.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.
“We have to get out of here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said suddenly, speaking to her husband Muħammad Saåīd.
She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.
He had a noticeable erection.
“What are you doing, babe?” Muħammad Saåīd said, obviously confused.
“We have to go, now.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said, bringing her mouth close to his ear and whispering something.
His eyes went wide for a Moment as Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb cracked a smile.
She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the Moment about her bra and panties.
“Okay, guys. We’re leaving. Have fun!” she said, moving to the door.
Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke up: “Wait! Don’t you want the purse?”
They opened the door, still continuing to leave. “No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!” she said, smiling at us, as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.
“Allah,” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, realizing what Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb went off to do.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up now, speaking to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. “Okay, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. I completed my dare. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
I looked at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as she snapped out of her silent haze.
I looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy.
She removed it as she realized what was happening.
“Such a little horny slut.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up, teasing Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as if she had been doing to us all night. So which is it gonna be?”
“Dare!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband.
I briefly tried to protest before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm interrupted me.
“Okay,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said. “Let my husband fuck you in the ass.” She said, motioning towards me.
“What?” her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started.
He’d really only been watching until now.
“Okay, honey.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight Musalmān holes to the remaining members of the group. “Let’s go, my dear. Fuck my tight little Musalmān ass.” She said, about as nonchalantly as one possibly could.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.
“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.
“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”
I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?
She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!
After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.
It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.
She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.
I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.
Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.
I’m proud of it, instead.
It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.
I never proposed it to her.
Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?
I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.
We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.
“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.
“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.
“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.
“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.
“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.
She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.
“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”
“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”
I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.
I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.
The road began to get very bumpy.
The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.
She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.
“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.
Was I responsible for what was happening?
Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.
And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.
I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.
Thankfully, it was still straight.
Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.
A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.
I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.
“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.
I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.
Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.
She answered me with her actions.
“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.
“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.
Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.
“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.
At this point, I could no longer wait.
I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.
My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”
“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.
Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.
I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.
However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.
Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.
On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.
I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.
She could afford her, never I.
I was her father in law after all, step or else.
Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.
“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.
“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.
Clearly, she still wanted it.
“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.
I was shocked.
Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.
Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.
I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.
The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.
All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.
Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.
“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.
I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.
“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”
“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.
“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.
The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.
“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
I was shocked once again.
Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.
“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”
This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.
I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.
“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.
Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.
I gasped as her breasts fell into view.
She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.
The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.
I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.
They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.
She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.
My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.
I could only view her with lust now.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.
Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.
Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.
“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.
“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.
Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.
She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.
The round continued, moving around to each couple.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.
Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.
It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.
“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.
“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.
“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.
As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.
I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.
She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.
She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.
She was definitely very cute.
“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.
“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”
The women asked another intimate question this time
and more interesting.
“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.
Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.
“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”
“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.
They both wore wedding rings.
I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.
“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.
After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.
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I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!
I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.
“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.
“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.
“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.
“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.
“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”
“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”
I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.
She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.
“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.
“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”
As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.
She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.
I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.
“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.
“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”
“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”
“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”
“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”
“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”
“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.
Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.
I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.
She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.
It was pretty hot.
Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.
“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.
“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.
“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.
“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.
She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.
“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”
I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.
She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.
“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.
After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.
“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”
“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.
We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.
We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.
We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.
I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.
I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.
“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.
“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.
“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.
“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.
“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*
Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.
I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.
I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.
I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.
The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.
The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.
I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.
I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.
The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.
It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.
The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.
Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!
I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.
“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.
I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.
My question was soon answered.
She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.
She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.
I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.
“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.
“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.
“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.
“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”
“I can tell.” I said bluntly.
“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.
“Nonsense” I thought to myself.
She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.
I’d just planned on introducing myself.
I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.
“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.
“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.
I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.
It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.
I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.
She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.
“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.
“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”
“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.
“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.
“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”
“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”
“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.
I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.
I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.
As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.
Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.
It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.
I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.
I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.
It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.
We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.
Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.
She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.
We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.
And she was motioning for them to follow her.
We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.
Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.
We both were wondering what she wanted.
She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.
The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.
Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.
The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.
I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.
“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”
“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.
“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.
“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.
“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.
The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.
“Where did you get that?” They asked.
“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”
I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.
Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.
Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.
“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.
Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,
I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.
What had she gotten us into?
“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.
“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”
“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .
“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”
“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.
“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.
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I went to inspect the costume I was to wear, seeing that it was only a
stupid batman thing with a mask.
“No problem, I guess.” I thought.
I got ready for the party, putting on my costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror.
It fitted me barely.
I was a tad more muscular than Muħammad Raħmān was.
And it was pretty cheap.
Overall, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of my head save for my mouth and eyes.
You could hardly tell it was I.
I myself was a strapping ever young man.
I started for Stavans since my childhood.
I was muscular from keeping up with the Trishapt.
As I looked in the mirror, I briefly wondered what Al Nādirah Al Åzīm would be wearing.
Muħammad Raħmān had forgotten to tell me what costume she was going to be dressed in, and I thought I might be in trouble if she had a mask, like me.
I tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped my awareness that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly hot for her age.
My friends always ribbed me about what a beautiful sophisticated young Musalmān lady she was, and even I had to admit she looked great.
Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was very petite, barely coming up to about 5’0″, but curvy in all the right ways.
She was already twenty-eight.
She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips.
She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit.
She had, even I could see, never ashamed to admit it as I was, an absolutely phenomenal ass.
It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips.
I’d often accidentally find myself staring at her tight Musalmān ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room.
Even as a Bahū Bégum in late twenties, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was a perfectly knockout.
I couldn’t believe how Al Muħammad Al Raħmān was ready to share her sexually, and socially even, with me.
I could never even think of to share any of my wife with anyone.
If some of my wife were adamant to want me to share her with anyone, I would have advised her to divorce me immediately.
If she wouldn’t I would have compelled her either to divorce me or have me exclusively.
A wife is a life partner.
A life partner should have only one partner exclusively to establish a good, happy, nice, strong and perfectly progressive family.
Most of the Westerners never realized the pivotal importance of the family in human life.
They have destroyed it mostly knowingly and somewhat unknowingly.
It has done more harm than benefits to humankind.
It has destroyed family, and even massacred millions of corporate or potential corporate financial leaders, thinkers and businesspersons.
If these all would have been allowed to live, the financial progress of the entire humankind would certainly have been sky rocketing.
Unfortunately in its immensely inexperienced unwise enthusiasm the almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed it all, deliberately, with deliberate movements against entire progress of humankind in several important fields.*
I said as I tried to pack more of my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s, belongings into the car.
“Al Qamar Al Islam, we’re running out of space in here. I don’t think you’ll be able to take anything else, really.”
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, was moving away to college for the year.
She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn’t be able to easily pick up anything she left behind.
Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, I’d never know.
“You aren’t my uncle only anymore.” Al Qamar Al Islam had always explained, “My entire Buās, Kħālās, Chacīs, Mumānīs are your live in relationship partners actually, true, nevertheless, you have sex with my Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam as well.”
“Then call me, ‘Daddy’” I smiled impishly.
Al Qamar Al Islam smiled too,
“You aren’t my Daddy exactly as well.”
“You are only her Sex Therapist.”
“I’m your family Sex Therapist, idiot.” I laughed.
Al Qamar Al Islam winked at me,
“It means you would fuck me too, if needed?”
I watched her gravely.
“It’s a matter that should be decided by yourself, young lady, and by your parents, not by me.”
My voice was somewhat curt.
Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam was too beautiful to resist, nevertheless, there must be a limit of everything.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ parents as well as Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān’s parents were very much displeased on it.
“Nonsense, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās,” his Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said curtly, “Allah Miyān have blessed you with multi millions. I myself was a millionaire. And by Allah’s fazlo Karam, by Allah’s immense grace, you have converted my million into multi millions. We aren’t poor enough that can’t afford Durgesh’s fee for inaugurating our daughters and granddaughters.”
“That isn’t the matter at all, Abbū.” Al Muħammad Al Åbbās smiled politely with all due respect to his learned successful father, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm.
“Then may I enquire what’s exactly the matter that you are leaving the medical problem of her cherry, and social problem of her mental development to lead a successful family life to an inexperienced unskilled Musalmān kid that would be called her husband?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said furiously, “The idiot is bestowed with the moral and sharaåī rights of even to slap, beat and divorce my beloved innocent granddaughters and you want even to risk their health medically and socially only to provide that immensely inexperienced bastard with the virginity of my granddaughters. I say…”
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās raised his hand.
“Please let me explain, Abbū. I plead to you.”
“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”
“You know what happened to your Ammī, Al Sādiyah Al Waħīd, when we were married?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s fury was increasing more and more.
“Abbū, those were the days of entirely unjust, unwise, orthodox traditions. Sex Therapy wasn’t accepted in those foolish days of unscientific self respect and family respect. The premarital sex wasn’t even criticized for male members of the family while the same was even a perfect reason for Honor Killings for the female members of the same family. We have left those unscientific days now too far behind. And you are still talking of Ammī’s…”
“Yes. That’s right. I’m still talking of your Ammī’s uncontrolled continuous nonstop bleeding due to the immense ignorance and entire inexperience of both of us of sex.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm shouted, “We believed in the immense sanctity of virginity of the bride unless she isn’t married. We forgot if Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had insisted on it, he would never have married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā even. We are Musalmīn. Why the hell we don’t follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam intellectually?”
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”
“He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Was she a virgin when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married her? Why the hell, the Muħsin-e-Insāniyat sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while he could marry any virgin he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam wanted to if the virginity of the bride was that necessary in Islam?”
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās didn’t say anything.
He listened to his great Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, immensely respectfully with immense proud of him.
He wasn’t Al Muħammad Al Åzīm in his name only.
He was really Åzīm, really great, in his thinking and in his actions as well.
Only the one incidence of his life had changed Al Muħammad Al Åzīm entirely.
He loved Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ Ammī beyond credibility even.
She was suffering from continuous bleeding for a long time, despite the continuous medical treatment of her.
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm was crazy to save her life.
He wasn’t millionaire then.
The necessity of enormous money to save his innocent wife’s life compelled Al Muħammad Al Åzīm to work crazily day and night to extend his otherwise normal business.
It didn’t only save his wife’s life.
It made him a millionaire as well.*
She was too afraid of sex to let him even put his hand sexually on her body.
“Allah,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm couldn’t raise his head from sajdah after completing his Salaāt-e-Shukr, “What the hell have I done in my utter ignorance and entire inexperience. I can’t see her in this way. My Master, Allah, Rabbil Åālmīn. Forgive me for every sin I’ve done either knowingly or unknowingly. I promise you I won’t touch her ever if you don’t want to let me touch her. Yet, please return her to her normal life.”
Closing the door of my library, I watched Al Muħammad Al Åzīm respectfully.
“Yes, uncle, you were very impatient to meet me. Here I am. What can I do for you? You never needed to come here. If you have only called me I would have been glad to serve you being myself present there immediately.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s eyes were filled with tears of immense remorse.
“First of all, I want your forgiveness, my son. Please, forgive me.”
“Uncle, you never need to degrade yourself in front of your children. I’m sorry about that incident.”
“You don’t need to. You never need to. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm herself raped you virtually. She has convinced me now. You were never responsible even slightly. I misbehaved with you immensely. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm is my youngest sister and I caught you with her red handed.”
“It’s alright uncle, I understand.”
“You were in missionary position with Al Fātimah Al Åzīm. You both were nude. Your pe..penis was visiting her va..vagina vehemently passionately. You were on top of her between her Just eighteen Just Adult legs. I couldn’t control myself.”
“I know uncle.” I tried to smile, “My Ammī Ħazrat is your own cousin. You know she is herself an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady. I understand what Islam is and what not. I am both Hindu and Musalmān simultaneously. My father is a Hindu but my mother is a Muslim.”
“I know that. I know that.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm had to exert immense effort to keep himself calm and under control.
He wasn’t used to it.
It was quite unimaginable then the Indian National Congress would downfall sometimes to the forty four MPs and Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Manishankar Iyer and Salman Khurshid would be so desperate, with entire Indian National Congress even, that they would commit anti National political activities even shamelessly.
“I know you know that.” I smiled politely and respectfully, “I am not telling you that. I’m only reminding you that I can’t do anything to harm you and your family members. We aren’t two separate families altogether. We are family members.”
“Thanks for still accepting me one of the family members.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said gratefully, “I’ve done something very wrong to you. That’s why I hesitate asking you to do something for me only you can do. I need your favor.”
“Would you be generous enough that…”
Al Fātimah Al Åzīm suddenly entered there.
“Abbū, you haven’t any right…”
I raised my hand.
“Al Fātimah Al Åzīm, please. You left your Abbū’s house and came here to me. I tried to explain you my best why it wasn’t a good move. You rejected my advice. You refused to return to your Abbū’s home. It’s all right. It’s your decision. You are adult now. I can’t compel you to follow what I advise. Nevertheless, you please understand, he is my maternal uncle after all, even if you don’t want to respect him as your elder brother. Please, no bad manners.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm smiled ironically.
“It’s all right, Durgesh. Let her tell me whatsoever she wants to.”
“That’s none of your business. You have ordered me to leave your home. I have followed your order. You have told me we are dead to each other. That’s okay with me. Now it isn’t anything for your concern at all what I do and what I don’t.”
“That was my tremendous mistake, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said, “I was furious at that time. What I said in my blind fury then doesn’t mean a single damn thing. Forget that and you may return to your home whenever you want to, even if you don’t want to accompany me right now.”
“Thank you very much. I don’t need anything from you now. You said we are dead to each other. Let’s remain so.”
“Māmūjān,” I tried to mediate between them, “she is as furious now as you were then. You said what you told then in your blind fury doesn’t mean any single damn thing. The same principle is applicable here too. Forgive her please. In her blind fury now she too doesn’t understand what she is saying.”
“Nonsense.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said, “I am not in any blind fury. I have taken now this decision with my mind quite cold and calm. I would never return there. And, Durgesh, you don’t worry as well. I am myself a millionaire. My maternal grandmother has gifted me enough money to take care of myself. There is even a group of industries that, she has gifted to me. I would never be any financial burden on you. As far as our adult life is concerned, well, I never intend to release you from my clutches. I don’t want to act as a bitch. Not to you. Never. But if you compel me, I can’t help it. I don’t believe in any damn traditional values. But you are my dream man, and I would never let you leave me. I love that great Uncut Hindu Penis of yours between my perfectly adult, Just eighteen Just Adult, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.”
“Okay, extremely beautiful bitch, you are most welcome in my adult life.”
Al Muħammad Al Åzīm tried to say something but he changed his mind understanding the inappropriateness of the situation.
He turned to me.
“Durgesh, I still need a favor from you only you can do to me, none else.”*
I smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.
“As soon as the car stops, open the door, grab your gown and wrap it around yourself. I’ll yank up my shorts, and then pick you up and carry you to bed…”
Saåīdah Zāfar interrupted me,
“No Durgesh, you need to take care of Ammī.”
“Let me finish.” I interrupted her. “Telling your Ammī you fell asleep. Once we get to your room, I can put you down and go take a quick shower before joining your Ammī in bed. Okay?”
“Allah Allah. Thank God we’re home.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān announced turning into our driveway and hitting the opener.
We drove into the garage, and as soon as the car stopped my door was thrown open, Saåīdah Zāfar jumped out and grabbed her gown off the floorboards.
She quickly wrapped herself in it as I yanked up my shorts.
Jumping out of the car, I swept her up into my arms, and called out.
“Bhābhījān, Saåīdah Zāfar’s asleep, I’ m going to put her to bed. Then I need a shower. I’m sweaty from the ride. I’ll meet you in bed. Okay, mérī Jān? ”
I hurried into the house before My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, could ask any questions.
Practically running through the darkened house I prayed that I wouldn’t trip on anything as I ran up the stairs and down the hall.
Safely making it to Saåīdah Zāfar’s bedroom, she reached down and opened the door.
I stepped over the threshold, neither of us missing the symbolism.
Before I could put her down, she was kissing me and pulling me to her.
Her hungry beautiful Musalmān eyes begged me to stay, but now it was my turn to be the strong one.
“I so want to, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar,” I said to her unspoken request, “and one night soon I will. But for now we can’t.”
I said it putting her down on her bed.
Tearing myself away, I stood up and turned to the door.
“Durgesh, before you leave…”
I turned back to her.
She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard Uncut Hindu Dick again.
Pulling her head away, she looked at me in the eyes,
“Go make Ammī as happy as you made me, and one day we can all make each other happy.”
I nodded and smiled, taking one last long hard look at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.
Then I pulled up my shorts and I left her room.
As I shut the door, I heard a slight buzz, and she moaned,
I paused willing myself not to look back.
I pulled the door closed and headed into the master bath.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, hadn’t made it to our room yet, so I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the hamper.
I turned on the water to very hot, and began to scrub all traces of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter from my body.
I dried myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was standing in the heels and hose she wore to the wedding, but the rest of her outfit was like nothing I had seen before.
I didn’t even have words to describe it except what I said to her.
“HOLY! GREAT! HELL! YOU LOOK AMAZING!”
She smiled and did a pirouette.
“Do you like it?” she asked innocently batting her eyelashes at me as I just stared and drooled at her.
It was white, and looked very bridal.
“Ůzrah showed it to me in a catalog and told me it was what she was wearing under her wedding dress, and would be wearing tonight when she and her Hindu husband …” That was the last word spoken as I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed burying my face into her exposed and freshly waxed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“There’s your welcome material.” She said.
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān was moaning and bucking her hips as I drove my lips.
All too soon, she moaned,
It was a game we had played every time, we made love.
The first time we made love was in a movie theater.
We were watching Top Gun, and when I slid into her, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said,
“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Since that night, she always repeated that line when she wanted my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her.
I pulled my face away from her, causing her to shudder in pleasure.
She smiled at me and said,
I shuddered at how much her voice sounded like Ůzrah’s.
I didn’t respond for caution my voice would betray my thoughts.
She whispered in my ear,
“I won’t be mad but I always wondered…did you ever fuck Ůzrah? I believe she won’t let you not to.”
I began to furiously thrust into Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān picturing Ůzrah wearing the exact same lingerie My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was wearing.
Just then, I realized what a grand Bhogchakr I had.
I had an 18 year old daughter of my friend Al Muħammad Al Zāfar who wanted to sleep with me, and is willing to share me with her gorgeous Ammī, and his second daughter too that just might join in the fun.
I savagely fucked Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān roughly squeezing her beautiful Musalmān tits.
Sweat was dripping off my body and each time a drop landed on her body she convulsed in pleasure.
After a long session, my balls were boiling and my Uncut Hindu Dick was tensing up in preparation to blast my Hindu cum deep into My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy once again.
“I’m about to blow…”
My senses went onto overload.
The first blast came a fraction of a second later, and to me it sounded like a howitzer, as each blast exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick and found its target.
Each time my Hindu cum struck into her womb she moaned in desire as it was hammering into her cunt simultaneously.
The fourth blast was the last one and it hit her as her orgasm over took her body and sent her into full body convulsions.
She gasped and moaned and I let the last of my cum spill from my cock into her hot Musalmān womb.
I fell on her listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as her orgasm ended.
I just lay there breathing trying to control of my body, listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, panting form her own explosion.
I pulled myself up using the bed and sit on it.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, lay there looking so sexy in her lingerie, with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy covered with my Hindu cum, and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, I couldn’t resist.
I picked up my cell phone and took several dozen pictures of her.
I even took some extreme close up video of her body starting from her cute toes and working up to her still wet Musalmān pussy and then on to each breast, and I continued up to her face.
Putting my phone down, I took her hand in mine and just held it waiting until she was ready to speak.
“Allah, God, that was intense.”
She sighed as she tried to sit up.
I helped her up and handed her several tissues from the nightstand to wipe her face off with.
Taking a deep breath, she looked at me without taking the tissues from me.
“Honey, I need to know, did you ever fuck my daughter?”
Not wanting to lie, I looked her square in the eye and said “The last time I saw Ůzrah naked was when she was 6 and I was giving her a bath while you were out of town, when she had that broken arm. We never did anything like that.”
Nodding she accepted my answer, not thinking to ask about Saåīdah Zāfar, and I exhaled in relief.
“She would you know. She told me more than once, the reason she married her husband, is because he is too a Hindu. She has a bit of an Electra Complex.”
My Uncut Hindu Dick tried to stir, but my balls sent in a rain check since they were totally drained of cum.
My Uncut Hindu Dick said what the hell and started to grow anyway.
“I know how you feel about her, hell the whole family does and we all know she wants you and you want her. When she gets home, you have my permission to make love to her.”
I stood there in shock.
Was my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, actually suggesting I sleep with her married daughter?
I couldn’t help but wonder.
“Umm I take you up on that very generous offer. Thank you very much.
Bit I reminded myself that I had fucked her youngest daughter less than an hour ago, and she didn’t know it.
I decided this was not the time to confess to her, but to reassure her I wasn’t mad and to plant the idea that maybe it was okay with me if she decided to be more than an Ammī to our four boys.
I leaned close to her.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.
It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was powerful and brought us emotionally closer than we ever had been before.
We stared at each other silently for over an hour, just holding hands and enjoying.
As the sun was rising, she stood up and went into the bathroom to wash.
I laid down naked in our bed, and soon Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān joined me wearing nothing but a smile.
She was lying on her side facing at me.
I slid up against her, and reached over her body gently holding her breast.
She moaned in pleasure.
I moved my hips against her and she spread her legs.
No words were exchanged, this was not for pleasure this was the joining of two people into one.
It was the most intense experience I had ever had with her recently.
After what seemed like a week of long slow strokes into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s pussy, my Uncut Hindu Dick finally convinced my balls to send a rush order of Hindu cum and once again I emptied myself into a warm wet Musalmān pussy.
As my seed filled her, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, moaned and grasped the hand holding her breast pushing it into the soft flesh, whispering, “I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” I replied as we lay there joined together, never wanting to pull apart.
As she drifted off to sleep, I said, “Ħamīd the bellboy was right.” as we lay in bed together, glowing from our lovemaking. “Saåīdah Zāfar and I did grow a lot closer during the car ride. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”
Glad to hear it dear.” she murmured sleepily as I lightly caress her naked breast.
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drifted off to sleep, and I lay there wondering what life was going to be like from now on, wondering how to get Ůzrah to go for a road trip on my lap.
Maybe with her real Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar, driving this time.
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It was too wonderful to stop.
Saåīdah Zāfar dropped her gown, and pulled it closed hiding me from view.
Knowing My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was only a few feet away from me, while I was hidden under My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s silk gown, pounding vehemently her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, in public, was probably the single most erotic experience anyone has ever had.
“Are you okay, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar? You seem flushed. Why are you breathing so hard? Where’s our family Sex Therapist Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?” she asked Saåīdah Zāfar as I tried to move as little as possible while continuing to fuck her.
Sālī Just eighteen Just Adult.
What a brave girl.
I never knew she was so cunning.
She was tricking her own ever cunning Ammī, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
She was fucking me right under her nose.
In front of her Ammī’s own very eyes.
Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know.
“What do you mean?” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān asked somewhat angrily.
“A wife needed him. He is coming soon.”
“tortured sexually by her inconsiderate Musalmān husband.”
Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know it.
She couldn’t see what was happening under the gown of her Just eighteen Just Adult daughter.
“We were walking over by the woods and a skunk started to chase us. We had to run our asses off to avoid getting sprayed.” Saåīdah Zāfar said between gasps as I throbbed my immense experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot without movement my waist.
I heard her saying,
“Ammī, umm my…my legs are a bit un…unsteady. C…c…can you go get me a co…coke. I need th…th..th…the sugar aaaaa…nd the caffeine.”
“Sure honey.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said, heading to the vending machines around the corner.
Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked away, Saåīdah Zāfar whispered “Hurry Durgesh, I’m so close to cumming. I can’t wait. Finish me off. Fuck my pussy and fill it with your Hindu cum my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
“Sālī Badmåsh, you misled my Bhābhījān.” I smiled fucking her vehemently.
“You fuck your Bhābhījāns. Wow.”
“They aren’t my real Bhābhījāns.” I told her.
“Nevertheless, they are your friends’ wives.”
I started to fuck my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter as hard as I could.
With one of my hands, I reached behind her, found her other crack, and began to explore this new area until I found what I was looking for.
She gasped and her body went rigid.
A second later, I rewarded her with a flood of my Hindu cream as her legs began to shake.
She grabbed my waist and mashed it against her sexpot.
Suddenly we heard my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, returning, so I stood up and marched around the corner out of sight.
It was covered in wonderful smelling teen Musalmān pussy cream, made all the better because I got it fresh from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter.
I reluctantly washed it to hide the evidence of my infidelity from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
Returning to the car, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter were nowhere to be found.
I opened the passenger door and sat down to wait for them, wondering what they were doing.
Several minutes later, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, showed up at the car sans daughter.
“Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar?” I ask concerned.
“She went to the bathroom.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said coldly.
“Something wrong?” I asked worried that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter confessed what we did to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and she was processing it.*
I didn’t have anything going on.
I assumed I’d be able to get a look at Nādirah Åzīm’s friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān in her skimpy Halloween outfit.
I figured, why not?
“Sure, yār. It’s not as if I’m doing anything tonight, and I don’t want Nādirah Åzīm to miss out on something she’s been waiting for. Do I need a costume or something, though?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah, Dad. Just wear the one I got. I haven’t even worn it yet, and we’re similar builds so it shouldn’t matter. Thanks for doing this for me. Your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife will really appreciate it.”
“We don’t have any extramarital affair.” I said curtly, “Yes, Farīdah Imām etcetera are countless my Musalmān stepdaughters in law are my wives now. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean my every Musalmān stepdaughter in law has extramarital affair with me.”
Al Muħammad Al Raħmān smiled ironically.
“I haven’t any objection at all even if your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife declares her live in relationship with you publicly. Everyone already believes in your extramarital affairs with your entire temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wives. No need to hide it from me.”
“Al Muħammad Al Raħmān, you…”
“Dad, will you do this favor to your Musalmān stepson or not?”
I smiled curtly.
“Okay. No problem. When am I supposed to be there?”
“Try to get there by six. I have to leave real soon, so I’ll leave the rest to you. Here’s the address. Have fun!” Al Muħammad Al Raħmān said, picking up my coat and briefcase, handing me the address before heading out the door.*
Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān turned and looked at me “How could you leave my daughter all alone after that experience?” she sounded annoyed.
I was confused for a second, then I remembered the cover story Saåīdah Zāfar used.
“She said she was fine and Pepe Le Peu scared the bejesus out of me. If I hadn’t run to the bathroom, my clothes would be unwearable.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
I was saved from answering when Saåīdah Zāfar walked around the corner.
I swung my legs into the car and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, held Saåīdah Zāfar’s hand as she climbed in.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat on my left leg, with her legs over my right leg sitting almost sideways.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked around the car and started it.
“Wait, I left my soda on the roof”, Saåīdah Zāfar yelled, and jumped out of the car, before I could close the door.
I watched as she winked at me, put a single finger against her full pouty lips, and began to quickly strip out of her gown.
I was puzzled when she stood there naked for several seconds letting me look at her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, not as my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, but as a desirable Musalmān woman I have fucked and still was going to fuck, and fuck soon.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat in the same position as before and I could see everything.
Her pussy was completely clean shaven and her lips were engorged and shiny from her earlier orgasm.
Her nipples were painfully erect and were ripe for being kissed.
Once she was in position, she draped the gown over us like a blanket, hiding anything we were doing from prying eyes, if there were any.
As soon as we were back on the interstate, her hand pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of my shorts and began to stroke it.
I leaned in and kissed her again as my hands began to freely explore her now entirely naked young Musalmān body.
We kissed, as my hands got intimately familiar with the flesh of her stomach and breasts.
She broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder, just as she did when she was a little girl.
The mock innocence of the gesture and the taboo nature of our behavior was a huge turn on.
Saåīdah Zāfar whispered to me.
I had to bite my tongue hard to stop myself from cumming when I heard those words and her warm breath on my ear. She lifted herself off me, and I lifted myself off the seat so we worked together to slide my shorts down my legs freeing my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls for her.
She pulled the dress aside and took a good look at my Uncut Hindu Dick.
She gasped and whispered in my ear,
Before she could shift positions, I took advantage of the Moment.
Bringing my hand down, I captured her nipple and squeezed it.
She gasped in delight, as I squeezed it hard.
My another hand found her other breast which was still covered.
I began to pinch and yank on her nipple.
I could tell she loved it by the sounds she was making and the way her cream was gushing out of her body.
Her words didn’t register right away because I was preoccupied with not blasting my cum from job I was getting, not to mention enjoying the sensation of one nipple in my one hand, one in another, and my Uncut Hindu Cock playing with her sticky sweet Musalmān hole.
When her words penetrated the fog of lust shrouding my brain, I swelled with pride.
I knew I was unusually large.
What man doesn’t want to be told he has the biggest Uncut Hindu Dick his partner has ever seen.
Releasing her nipple from my hand, she carefully lifted herself off my leg and pushed my legs together.
I was fighting not to cum too soon.
I didn’t want to explode before I had time to really enjoy her teenage Musalmān pussy to the extent she wanted.
As Family friend and my friend’s daughter we were about to break the final frontier again, now forever.
Then I felt it.
Her pussy had made contact again.
She paused and took a deep breath.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick more firmly, and began to lower herself.
She paused and lifted herself up a bit leaving only the head inside her.
My hands gripped the tops of her thighs, holding her in place.
“Don’t move unless you want this to end real quickly,” I breathe into her ear.
I lay my head back against the headrest and breathe deeply trying reducing my balls from boiling to simmer.
I began to mentally review client data from work to take my mind off the unbelievable ashvinātam pleasure coursing through my body.
After several minutes, I had myself somewhat under control and released Saåīdah Zāfar’s thighs.
My hands slid up her body to her breasts which I began to squeeze and rub, whispering in her ear,
“Go ahead baby; fuck your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Durgesh. Ride Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock until he fills his friend’s little Musalmān girl’s Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt with the same cream that gave life to everyone.”
Saåīdah Zāfar shuddered in a mini orgasm at my words.
She began to rotate her hips on my Uncut Hindu Dick as she surrendered to the passion that consumed us both.
I thrust into her, my movements limited by her weight on top of me, but any movement increased the pleasure I was feeling.
Saåīdah Zāfar began to match my powerful Hindu thrusts as we sped down the highway.
“Hey, you guys want a bite to eat? There’s a 24 hour drive thru at the next exit.”
“I could go for a nice big, hot, thick, juicy, wiener. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” Saåīdah Zāfar replied, “And a thick, white, creamy milkshake to wash it down with.”
My Uncut Hindu Dick jumped at her words knowing what she was really saying.
“What about you, Durgesh? You want somethin’ to eat?”
“What I want isn’t on the menu of any drive thru!” I replied.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter giggled and her Musalmān pussy muscles squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick as she continued to rock her hips.
“Well when we get home, maybe that can be on the menu.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.
“No more sex jokes please.” Saåīdah Zāfar said in a teasing tone, “I can’t fuckin’ take much more, and if you keep it up, I just might cum up with my own.” I made my Uncut Hindu Dick jump inside her to let her know I got her reference.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, laughed as she took the exit and followed the signs to the restaurant. “Seriously Durgesh, you want something?”
“Actually I have a sudden craving for a banana cream pie and a cream soda.”
“What!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said as My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters laughter clues her in on the pun.
“No! I’ll have a large order of onion rings, and a 7up.” then I whispered in Saåīdah Zāfar’s ear, “I have my wiener up your onion ring.” She moaned or groaned, I wasn’t sure but she kept riding my Uncut Hindu Dick as I played with her nipples that were so hard they could cut diamonds.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, pulled up to the speaker and placed our orders.
Then we pulled up to the window and waited for our food.
While waiting, I saw a video camera mounted on a pole pointing into our car.
“Hey baby want to put on a show for these poor fools stuck at work I said pointing to the camera.”
Saåīdah Zāfar looked up and seeing the camera she whipped the gown off our bodies and dropped it to the floor, exposing her whole body to the camera.
I moaned in pleasure and began to rock my hips to increase the joggle of her naked breasts, as she began to ham up her pleasure for the camera.
After several minutes of our public lewdness, I heard the cashier said,
“Here’s most of your food, just waiting on the onion rings to finish cooking. It’ll be another minute or so.”
Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself off my hard Uncut Hindu Dick once again exposing me to the camera.
Somehow, she was able to turn her body around so she was facing me.
She put one knee on each side of my body and lowered herself onto my cock.
“Cum for me, Durgesh. I want you to cum on camera. I want the loser who’s stuck watching that camera to see my Durgesh‘s Hindu cum blast out of his big hard Uncut Hindu Dick, all over into my Musalmān ass and Musalmān Cunt in that order strictly.”
That was all it took.
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her cunt, felt her trap it between her wonderfully firm Musalmān ass cheeks and keep the friction going as I bit my lip to keep from grunting.
As my Uncut Hindu Dick convulsed and shot hot cum into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back. The first blast landed between her shoulder blades, and started to run down her spine.
Each powerful blast landed on her back as my body spasmed in orgasm.
Just as the last of my load oozed out onto her ass cheeks, we started to pull away from the drive through.
I waved at the camera and Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and blew it a kiss.
“For the third goddamn time, can one of you take this food!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s annoyed voice came over the present that was acting as a barrier between her and the taboo fuck fest that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I had been involved in for almost an hour.
“Oh sorry honey I was daydreaming and I think Saåīdah Zāfar fell asleep.” I replied reaching over to take the bags from her hand.
Saåīdah Zāfar had her hands wrapped around my neck and was holding me tight, on the verge of her orgasm.
If her Ammī hadn’t spoken at just that Moment, she would have been wracked with pleasure right now.
“Soon baby, soon, Durgesh will make you happy.” he just gripped me tighter and started to kiss my neck as I pulled out the food we had ordered. I put our drinks in the cup holders, figuring Missy had kept hers. Then I took out my onion rings, and her hot dog. Looking in the bag, I saw all that was left was a Large soft pretzel with a few packs of mustard and some cheese sauce.
Handing Missy’s food back to her, I said, “Thanks for this babe it really hits the spot.” While using some napkins to wipe my Hindu cum from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back.
“Yes it’s just what I wanted” Saåīdah Zāfar said as I cleaned her up.
“You guys are acting weird. You got a hot dog and onion rings and are acting like it’s Beef Stroganoff.” Missy said as we get back on the highway to finish our journey home.
“All the action wore me out.” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really needed a protein injection.”
“Saåīdah Zāfar!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said in mock horror.
“I must be tired. I’m starting to make sex jokes like you guys.” she said rubbing her ass on my Uncut Hindu Dick.
“Besides babe, when we get home you can be the one Stroganoff the beef.”
“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar said sounding just like her Ammī, and all three of us cracked up.
While we were all joking around, I secretly slipped an onion ring around one end of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s hot dog, and found another one that was the perfect size for an idea I had.
Saåīdah Zāfar squirmed around so she would be facing forward, and I handed her the hot dog.
She looked at it in puzzlement.
She licked the hot dog where it over hung the bun, right next to the onion ring.
I sighed as I envisioned this happening at home.
I had never before seen someone eat a hot dog so erotically.
I would never be able to visit a Nathans without getting a boner, but it was worth it.
Once she finished that, I was hard again and her pussy was resting right on top of my Uncut Hindu Dick, her lips hugging the shaft.
It didn’t take long before she grunted and started to writhe around having finally reached the climax that had been building since we left the rest area almost an hour ago.
When she had control of her own body again, she leaned back against me. Sighing she said,
“How long before we get home?”
“About 20 or 30 minutes,” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān replied.
“Durgesh, can I eat your last onion ring?”
“It’s all yours, baby.” I replied loud enough for My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to hear.
Then in a low voice only she can hear,
“I saved it for you…” I picked it up with my left hand and reached for her left hand with my right.
Taking her left hand in my right, I held up the onion ring and slid it onto her ring finger. “…with this ring, I thee bed.” I paraphrased the famous line we had heard just a few hours ago.
“Durgesh?” she said looking at her finger and then me.
“That is my promise that you will always be welcome to join me in my bed, no matter what.”
“Oh Durgesh,” she said as tears filled her eyes. “ I’ve wanted to be your lover since I was 15, and was always jealous of Ůzrah thinking you two were lovers.”
I kissed the top of her head and whispered,
“I’ve never made this sort of love to anyone but your Ammī since she got married to your Abbū, until tonight…well, except that one night on our honeymoon, but that’s another story. No woman has ever filled me recently with the passion, the desire, the animal lust as you did tonight. I promise you that one night soon our little fantasy will happen.”
Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and kissed me on the mouth her tongue even more aggressive than the first time we kissed.
My cock which had started to get erect shot to full size in record time.
Breaking the kiss, she said,
“No Durgesh! We can’t. You need to take care of Ammī when we get home.”
I knew she was right, but I still wanted to fuck her tight wet Musalmān twat now as much as she wanted.
I resigned myself to playing with her tits as we turned off the interstate and begin the journey through the surface streets to our house.
While I squeezed and fondled Saåīdah Zāfar’s breasts she kept lightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, to keep it hard and ready for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, when we got home.
Saåīdah Zāfar knew just how to touch me to keep me hard and horny without going so far that it would lead to another blast of cum on her naked Musalmān skin.
Turning onto our street, less than a mile from our house, Saåīdah Zāfar went into a panic.
Her dress was on the floor, and there was no way either of us could reach it to cover up and my shorts were around my ankles and under her gown.
“What the hell are we going to do?” she asked as our house came into view.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
As the sun shone through the wall of windows, I could not help admire the extremely beautiful young Musalmān body of my little princess sleeping next to me.
Remembering the night before, as the most beautiful woman I knew recently, had told me about her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, training her to be my new lover and to help me enjoy my life with the two of them more.
The last thing I could remember about our talking was that her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had left some tapes for her use and had left one for her to give me if this day had ever came.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had placed it into the player and said, “We are not to watch it until after our first night.
Well, our first night was over and guilt was starting to rise in Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
A daughter should never surrender to lust, step or else and she is only 19-year-old with her own stepfather Hindu or else.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had the most handsome stepfather.
My but perfect frame so close to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that not even air could slip in between our bodies and my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried in her tender wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was something Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had never thought possible.
She slowly moved away from the sleeping Anant Muslimātchod Hindu next to her so as not to wake me, but as my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, I moaned somewhat, but remained asleep.
She went to the bathroom, did her morning piss and turned on the shower letting the water warm.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower.
During this time, her thoughts were on the tapes, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and me.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam pulled on her robe and went toward the player with the tape.
There was her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, sitting in her favorite chair.
She still kept her smile and appearance.
The sparkle in her extremely beautiful extremely loyal to me Musalmān eyes, the hue of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin, the total package, all in a woman that knew she always had infinite time to share her undying Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān love for her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.
Another Mastānī of Bājīrāo?
Another Réħānah of Subhāsh Ghaī?
Another Saåīdah Kħān of Brij Sadānā?
Another Sārah Åbdullāh of Sachin Pilot?
Another Dimple Kapadia of Rajesh Khanna?
For the next three hours, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam set while the tape ran with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān telling her that her Daughter and she had spent the last few years learning to be.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me about how she had suggested to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam about things from birth control to applying make-up and most other things a mother and daughter would talk and share.
The stunning part for me was when Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān stood up but the camera did not rise with her.
It revealed her body. During the filming of this video, she had been completely naked.
On the table beside her, was her rather large collection of toys. Her large breasts (35in with a D-cup) showed no sign of drooping, her 26in waste and that beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at just over 36 inches of glorious sexy willing to please.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me that she had shown our child clips of our pleasure time and informed her that Ammī wanted but never demanded, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to look after me and to kick start my life if I still miss her whenever she isn’t with me.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t my wife.
She was my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife.
But Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is actually more than a wife to me.
Whenever she was with me, she never allowed me separate from her.
We both were always nude entirely.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was always either into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, in her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth or at least in her beautiful Musalmān hand.
She was always my integral part whenever she was with me.
That they were fuck tapes as well as masturbation and some group and yes even of her lesbian side.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān said that if she knew me as well as she thought she did, I would be feeling a mix of emotions about now and that was unnecessary because everyone was an adult and consented to the world of pleasure.
The next scene was of Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān placing the camera on a tripod.
At that point, she reached out, took hold of a hand, and pulled it toward the center of the room, showing her cinematographer to be her fuck buddy me.
She looked into the camera and said Al Tawaħīd Al Islam this one is especially for you because I know how much you love to watch me suck and fuck Durgesh the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies whether we are married to him or not.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān dropped to her knees, reached out, grabbed my belt, slowly unfastened it and with one quick movement unsnapped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear.
She wrapped her fingers around the massive Hindu shaft and started stroking with smooth gliding caressing movement.
The flowing movement of her sensual Musalmān strokes worked the excitement to a fevered pitch.
The moans from her Hindu lover were becoming more frequent and louder as she played.
She was a giving lover, and willing to show her appreciation by pleasing me if I would allow.
She licked, sucked, stoked, and with her other hand, cupped my balls all the while keeping her eyes on my face looking for the signs of a man in ecstasy, knowing that my release was going to be her pleasure.
As she cupped my nuts, she pushed forward only pulling back to where he was close to falling out of her magical lips before taking in more and more and then pulling back just to do it again.
Her favorite thing was to hum all the while keeping the sucking and licking going.
If I wasn’t careful and with extraordinary sexual prowess it was never possible that even I could last under her expert dick sucking more than 10 minutes.
Once she had her throat opened and relaxed, she would take both of her hands, place them on my hips pull my Uncut Hindu Cock from her mouth and tell me to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as hard as I could.
She was my wonderful cocksucker.
Moreover, when some overflow happened she never let it go to waste, her hands were there to catch it and she licked and cleaned her hands like a cat, savoring its pungent aroma and salty flavor.
After watching her suck my massive 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock, she spent the next 45 minutes spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , showing how her lips would gleam and swell, contract, pull and push my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out.
When she would ejaculate, there was so much and as mine, it shot over 3 feet away.
As soon as she had finished her orgasm, she flipped over, spread her ass cheeks, showing her tight brown star to the camera and requested me to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund into the dark asshole without stopping to lube it.
At that time in the tape, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me to turn and look at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam lying in my bed and know that she was her final give of love and to enjoy as if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was my fuck toy and to love her as I loved I had loved her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam slowly walked to the bed and pulled the covers off me.
I started to moan, and kiss back.
She slowly opened her mouth and before I could react she said, “once I grab your hips Durgesh, pound me like you do my wonderful Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, make me choke and swallow your Uncut Hindu Cock until you cum. Make me your Uncut Hindu Cock sucker!”
She worked and enjoyed having her young Musalmān mouth filled tasting my man-meat, keeping the eye contact and trying to take as much as was fucked into her warm wet my Uncut Hindu Cock-sucking Musalmān lips.
The experience would come with the more opportunity to practice, after all no one is great naturally.
I rolled her pretty pink nipples to cause the moaning from pleasure and pain run from her throat to my cock and in turn forcing me to pound even harder between her slobbering Musalmān lips.
I was telling her how good it felt to slam my pubic hair against her nose and my balls swinging into her chin.
Once again I wondered if she would be able to handle all my cum building in my Hindu scrotum and would it catch her by surprise?
Could her willingness overload her talent and desire?
Would I cause her reel away from all that was going on in this moment or would she enjoy and become more like her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān?
I thought all of these things as well as the football scores, the stock market bulls and bears, whatever it took to keep me from Cuming, as I wanted this to last as long as possible.
When I could no longer think about anything other than cuming, I howled,
“Suck me you fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, swallow my nut. Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my God, you are so fucking hot, my little baby. Don’t stop until you get it all, bitch!” Then it came. Arrrrrrrrgu, I came and it was as if the sky had gone dark, I saw stars flying toward me and at the same time moving away.
My knees turned to rubber and I grabbed her head to steady myself.
When I recovered, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was holding and comforting me, smiling from ear to ear. She said,
“My goodness Durgesh, I think you enjoyed that as much as I did!” and to my surprise Al Tawaħīd Al Islam picked up the phone and ordered, “breakfast for two in the master suit, and bring some oysters as well because we will need them.”
She was amazing with her complete control as she climbed out of bed turning to kiss me before slipping into the bathroom turning on the shower and singing as her morning began.
She was just finishing in the bathroom when the steward knocked on the door.
The steward said,
“My name is Amīnah, and I am your morning steward, we did not have a chance to introduce ourselves yesterday but as we serve you we will each tell you who and what we are here to do to make your voyage aboard “Down on Me II” more pleasurable.”
At that moment, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came out of the bathroom and replied to Amīnah saying,
“Thank you so much, but today my husband and I will be staying in and fucking all day. If we need anything, we will definitely let you know and hopefully we will see more of you!”
I was aghast at how open Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about our plans and not a second of remorse or shame as to who we were.
Ashvinātam Sex has always happened only in private without the prying eyes of society because people have this ability to judge others.
As Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and I sat eating our breakfast, we talked about last night, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, the tapes, the itinerary, as well as the entire crew.
I found out that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had flown to Tampa and met the crew, made all the arrangements, chose the menus for every meal, made choices for everything except the weather, after all this was the Gulf of Mexico.
The most surprising thing was that she had paid for everything from the special account her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had sat up for her.
I found out that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had the forethought to take care of her baby in every way. Her schooling and enough money to last a lifetime without ever having to ask me for anything.
That was however not a disappointment for me after all I was the one who had made all the money, although Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had pushed me to be the very best businessman I could.
Therefore, money would never be a problem.
In addition, it did not hurt when we struck oil on not one but 786 of our land deals.
They were her special Salawāt.
I was continuously fucking her in them performing my Stavans simultaneously.
Of course, we both were nude entirely then.
However, it wasn’t anything new.
“If you want to thank me Durgesh, you can but you know what I want and how.”
During our meal, I made a decision that I would keep to myself for now at least. that would be to play with my baby and tease her by being the slow-handed lover that would take her to the point, then just stop short of taking her over the edge every time until she would be begging for total commitment.
I would make her cum but only not the biggest, never to the brink so to speak.
As she lay on the bed, I followed her steps, knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly with enough passion to allow her body to warm and start feeling desire for my touch.
I lightly placed my hand against the side of her angelic face drawing low moans from her.
Tracing down her cheek toward her delicate neck still tracing the long slops of her golden skin kissing everyplace my hand had been running my fingers down lower to her ample breasts cupping each one separately, just brushing across her nipples and tweaking each with a slight pinch to force them to stand at attention.
For my reward, she could only exhale with little coos and ahhhs.
When my mouth rested at her nipples, the salty sweet taste kept me there for a longer time than I had planned.
Her pink nipples were beginning to turn a more darkish reddish pink and appeared to strain against her skin to the point of causing discomfort but I stayed kissing, adding a little twist as well.
Her moans became loader and more rapid, yet I stayed.
When her hands reached around my head and tried to push me father down, I stopped and went up kissing her beautiful Musalmān lips again.
Much to her surprise she was not in control; I was.
When she realized that I was the one pleasing her, and she stopped trying to force me, she would receive more.
She was now aware that her Durgesh was much more than her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said.
I gave her tits a quick firm slap but not enough to bruise on my way to her tiny belly button.
Her squirming became uncontrollable and yet I stayed, still lingering, while kissing, and smelling her sweet but salty sweat as the beads began to build giving me full knowledge of her arousal.
Then it happened I started to move down again and she must have thought I was moving to her pubic area, I had to chuckle as I skipped down past her “V” and past her knees all the way to her feet.
As I massaged each of those lovely feet, I started moving up even slower than I moved down kissing behind each of her calves up to the bend of each knee kissing and tickling each until she began to moan out in open defiance yelling, “Please Please, Durgesh, you are driving me crazy. I need you NOW inside me!”
I froze and calmly said,
“No, you are not getting off that easy Princess.” I went back to the knees and started over.
I had never told her, “No” before and it shocked her more than anything I could have done.
The outer lips were swollen and not been touched as of yet, when they spread open the inner lips were clutching at air trying to find something to wrap around and pull into the abyss.
Slowly I worked my way up her inner thighs tasting and smelling the juices as they splashed around because of her movement.
There was just a moment when I thought about skipping back down but her body would not have stood for it.
My lips kissed her cunt lips and there it was.
She ejaculated with just one kiss.
The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the creamy sweet cunt juice from gushing out.
I had never had a woman recently cum so much from just my lips touching hers.
I had won the battle even if she knew nothing about it.
She had passed out and when she woke, I was lying beside her.
I asked her a very simple question,
“Are you ready?”
“Durgesh, I am yours to do as you wish, without any reservations.”
I went back down to her open legs and started kissing and tonguing her slit and as I did reached up, finding her cobra hood surrounding her protruding clit.
Once I found it and lightly touched the magic button, juice started flowing and did not stop.
I felt her quiver repeatedly until she said.
“No more playing Durgesh! Fuck me, make me your Hindu cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex goddess fuck over and over in every hole I have, but first stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck me till I pass out and then keep fucking me until you fill it with your Hindu cum!”
When I first entered her last night it was for a quick one to end the virgin part of her life I really did not think things would come this far.
That all changed when I watched the tape her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had made for me and I knew that this young woman, my princess, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter would be my long-term lover, my endless lover.
When I entered her still soaking Musalmān Cunt, it was slow and steady, not the rush to get it over with, to make it loving and tender for her enjoyment.
Something she would remember for as long as she lived.
As I pushed into her little hot Musalmān fun spot, I looked into her eyes and she back at mine.
I felt the love growing stronger between the two of us.
A bond, if you will, that can never be broken.
With each Hindu stroke of mine in and out, over and over she began to understand the love, between a Hindu man and a Musalmān woman and this was the first time she allowed emotions to show, her tears were not of sadness but joy and pleasure of knowing that her first time was with someone that loved her without conditions.
She knew what her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, felt after all the questioning and fear she had hidden to please her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
She felt as if her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had given her all the information as a cold fact.
Now she understood the heart of her loving Ammī and knew the love her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had for her and her Durgesh.
As I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tender young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I could not remember the last time a Musalmān Choot felt this warm and wet, as tight as this was.
I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had told Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that I was a dominate and she had been a submissive sex goddess, but I did not know if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was going to be a submissive for me as well.
I knew that if the training were right, she would follow in her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s path.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came so many times that I lost track , but I was working to make sure that she would sleep for a while because if she did not rest soon, her body would give out and I would be back to no sex until she recovered.
The monster awakened.
She came one last time screaming out begging for me to fuck her faster and when she came her legs already wrapped around my waist pulling me in with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Cock, suddenly started to squeeze me so tight I felt my breath leaving my body.
When she finished I started to cum and I pumped hard strong and as fast as I could.
When my nut filled her, I was so deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, there was no movement from either of us for what seemed like an eternity and we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam again woke before I did and had ordered lunch.
She had started the shower, and then woke me saying.
I laughed and said.
“Well as sore as my body is, I don’t think I could wash any part of myself. So I may need your help as well.”
We showered and simply held each other as the water washed over our bodies and we just poured the body gel on our heads and let the water foam it up and wash our bodies.
It seemed the steward knew when we had finished; she knocked on the door and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said,
Once again, Amīnah entered pushing the cart but, something had changed, or should I have said Amīnah had changed.
She had lost every stitch of clothing with nothing hidden.
I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and she burst into an uncontrolled laughter.
She was giggling as she tried to tell me what was going on, but she could not get a single word out because of her laughing.
“We were told that if you shared your bed with your lovely young Musalmān wife, we were to shed our clothing until we reached the next port and when we are out to sea it would be no clothing.” She looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and said, “Isn’t that right?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed and said,
“I had forgotten about that part. I hope you do not mind?”
I smiled and said,
Amīnah looked at the both of us and replied,
“We are here for your total pleasure no matter what it may be, day or night. Everyone of the crew is willing to participate, so feel free at any moment.”
“Well now this just got even more interesting! Right now, though I think we need to relax and rest up. At least I do but Princess if you feel the need to please, feel free!”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam commented,
“As sore as my kitty is right now, it may be a while for me as well.”
The three of us laughed and Amīnah left us to enjoy our lunch.
After finishing our lunch, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wanted a drink.
I left Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to relax and nap if she wanted, while I went to the bar more to stretch my legs more than for a juice.
When I got to the bar, the other steward was cleaning the room after what appeared to be a wild party.
As I walked to the bar I noticed she was nude as well and her body was as hot as Amīnah.
She looked at me and said,
“Good afternoon Mister Durgesh, my name Al Noor Al Islam and I am your afternoon steward.”
“Helloooo Al Noor Al Islam, please call me Durgesh.”
“Do you like what you see or do you want something else?”
“The sight is fantastic, but I could use a juice while I enjoy the fresh air and the view.”
Al Noor Al Islam was an excellent bartender and good company.
At this time, I was worn out to partake in anything other than a stiff drink.
We just sat and talked.
Al Noor Al Islam reminded me that we would be stopping in New Orleans shortly so everyone would be required to dress if we were going to shore or above deck.
I smiled and thanked her for the juice and the reminder.
After my juice, I went back to my cabin.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was up and in the shower again.
I reminded her that we’re about to hit port and she said she had to leave ship for a short while and that a surprise was coming for me, but when she returned, she wanted me well rested for a night on the town.
We would be in port for two nights.
It was my turn to sleep and catch up on my energy.
That was my plan.
Plans seem to fail when needed the most.
As I slept, I felt movement in the room and slowly opened my eyes, the bright white shirt of one of the stewards was there bending over to straighten items on the table.
She was quietly arranging things, as was part of her daily responsibilities.
I watched as she turned and bent forward away from me leaving me a perfect view of her pear-shaped gorgeous Musalmān ass.
It was magnificent.
I felt the familiar pulse of blood rushing to my Hindu cockhead.
The more I watched the more the blood rushed. Suddenly she turned and caught my eyes glaring at her chest, the two-button closure that held her shirt closed.
It was Al Noor Al Islam, she smiled and said,
“I am sorry, I did not want to wake you but this is the only time we can clean the rooms. Most of our guests go ashore and we work.”
I smiled and told her,
“It’s ok, but I hope you don’t mind that I watch as you work!”
She smiled and replied,
“Would you like to pretend that we are still out to sea and I wear my other uniform?”
I sat up, reached out, as I pulled her shirt a little closer and started unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her shirt, saying,
“I would love to see that uniform.”
When the last button of her shirt unfastened, the cabin door opened, and Amīnah stepped into the room with an arm full of towels.
She smiled and said,
“Sir, we thought you had gone ashore!”
There I was lying on the bed with a hand on Al Noor Al Islam’s shirt and she smiling as she twisted her beautiful Musalmān body to let the top fall from her shoulders.
“This is much better than shore leave.”
As she sat the towels into a chair, she pulled at her own buttons.
Very quickly, three of us were on the bed and Al Noor Al Islam had reached for my rapidly growing Uncut Hindu Dick and was shoving it into her beautiful Musalmān mouth while Amīnah had climbed into the bed behind me and had her mouth pressing on my ass cheeks.
When she had enough moisture on her lips she started licking the crack of my ass and her Musalmān tongue worked its way toward my asshole.
Once Amīnah had found my brown star, she tried to force her tongue into the hole.
Before I could say, “that is an outy only!” she buried it as far as she could, forcing me to ram forward deep into Al Noor Al Islam’s throat, causing her to gag.
I came way ultimately, although I stayed hard.
After spending the last 27 hours fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew.
Do not let anyone bullshit you, no one can fuck and abuse their cock as I have, so I finally said,
“I need to stop and rest for a while.”
I pulled my dick out of Al Noor Al Islam’s beautiful Musalmān mouth, pushed myself off the bed and fell into the chair just as the cabin door opened once again.
Putting her hands on her hips, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed,
“Well it looks as if you have been a bad Durgesh while I was away.”
Before I could answer, she said,
“Durgesh, here is your surprise, I hope you like it.” Sidestepping out of the way, her best friend in the world appeared.
“Rāħīlah Sultān, how are you? I can’t remember the last time I saw you and look at how you have grown!” I started to stand and remembered that I had nothing on, so I sat back down.
Rāħīlah Sultān was 19 years old and was about 5 inches taller than Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was but was much smaller everywhere else.
She had the blackest hair I had ever seen and behind her black-framed glasses were green Musalmān eyes that could see the soul.
Her breasts were a solid A-cup, but they were real, not store bought, so they matched slender body that she kept hidden under baggy outfits.
I had known her almost as long as I had known Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
I knew she was my princess’s lover and that she hated men, although she had a deep emotional bond toward me, more later.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān looked toward the bed seeing the two women naked and clearly not bashful, they quickly stripped, walked toward the bed-smiling saying,
“An all Musalmān girl party would be fun, can we join you?”
I took this opportunity to lock myself in the bathroom and turned on the water filling the hot tub for the first time, climbed in and soaked, don’t ask me how long because I slept.
When I woke, it was dark outside and I was wrinkled but relaxed.
When I came out of the bath, drying Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān were sitting, laughing, doing the friendship thing.
They looked at me and said they thought about waking me but I looked relaxed and our trip was just starting and how they wanted me to relax and enjoy everything.
We all dressed and decided to go ashore and have supper in the French Quarter at a nice restaurant.
We strolled down Bourbon St. as most tourists do and enjoyed a jazz club until after 3 a.m. and a leisurely stroll back toward our ship.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam asked me,
“Durgesh, do you mind if I sleep in my stateroom with Rāħīlah Sultān tonight?
I quickly answered,
“No honey, I could use a break.”
The rest of our walk we just held hands and breathe in the salt air.
I smiled with Al Noor Al Islam and Amīnah on my mind.
Are they still awake and should I find out?
Well, they both were available.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family
Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar
Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān
Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.
“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”
“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.
Before she walked out, she turned to me:
“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed,
“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”
Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.
“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”
Muħammad Raħmān laughed.
“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”
“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.
“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”
Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.
She turned to me once more,
“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”
“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”
“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”
“Because they suspect them.”
“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”
“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”
“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”
“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”
“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”
“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”
Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.
“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”
“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”
Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,
“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”
“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.
I smiled sarcastically.
Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.
Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?
I was her father in law step or else.
I wasn’t her junior or equal even.
She never accepted me her father in law.
She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.
Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.
I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.
She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.
Muħammad Raħmān smiled.
“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”
“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”
Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.
“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”
“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”
Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*
His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.
They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.
This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.
She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.
I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.
I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.
She was married, though.
“Too bad,” I thought to myself.
I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.
I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.
I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.
“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.
“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.
Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.
Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.
“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.
“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.
“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”
“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.
“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*
Asmā Salmān reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”
Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.
I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.
“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.
However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.
“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.
The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.
The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.
The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.
I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.
When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, if it was painted on.
“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.
“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.
She handed the DJ a piece of paper.
She walked over to me.
Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,
“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”
Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.
“Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.
“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.
“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.
It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.
I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.
Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.
He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.
“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.
But he winked at me,
“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”
I slapped him playfully.
As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.
It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.
Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.
If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.
When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.
“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.
After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.
One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.
“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”
I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.
Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”
“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.
I shook my head.
“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”
One of the bellhops who had been helping,..
Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,
But I really couldn’t blame him.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.
Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.
And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.
She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.
She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.
She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.
During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never ashamed.
Well, why the hell should I?
The truth was the truth after all.
Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.
Damn the bastard.
Then I saw her in this dress.
I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.
“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”
“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.
“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”
His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,
“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”
“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”
“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.
“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.
Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.
He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,
“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.
“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.
“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.
“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”
“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.
Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.
Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.
Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,
“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.
“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.
We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.
I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.
I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.
I froze in place not sure what to do.
Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.
Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.
All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.
“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.
“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.
“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.
Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.
“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.
“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”
“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”
“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.
Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.
The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.
Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.
I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.
“Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.
“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.
To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.
I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.
I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.
My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.
Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.
That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.
Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.
Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.
Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.
“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.
She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.
Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.
What a family.
She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.
She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.
My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.
Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.
Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.
That was all it took.
My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.
My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.
Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.
When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.
My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.
“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.
She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.
My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.
Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.
I was encouraged by watching her.
I slid my hand up and found her pussy.
I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.
“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.
“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.
“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.
“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.
I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.
“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”
I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”
“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”
I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.
She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.
I felt no such restraint.
“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.
I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,
I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.
“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.
I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got very tense and stopped speaking.
Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.
As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.
I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.
I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.
“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”
I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.
I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.
I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.
“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.
Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.
Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.
“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.
Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.
“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”
“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”
We pull into a rest area.
The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.
No one was moving around.
We had the place to ourselves.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.
I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.
I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.
“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.
I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.
“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.
She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.
She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.
She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.
My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.
I was wrong.
It was stiff before, now it was hard.
I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.
I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.
Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.
The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.
Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.
I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.
I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.
I couldn’t resist.
I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.
The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
Durgesh Āmnah Iqbāl
The first time Āmnah Iqbāl enjoyed Ashvinātam with Durgesh was when she was 28 years old.
She was a PhD already.
Durgesh was still living at home.
And why the hell shouldn’t he?
It was his own house.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t another option except to live with Durgesh.
She never had.
Āmnah Iqbāl laughed sarcastically.
Were they really Musalmān?
They don’t deserve the pious name of Musalmīn even.
Āsif Muħammad was a Pakistani.
He deserted her ten years ago.
And that shattered whatever was left of her self-esteem.
Because of what he did to her, Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man since the day he left, sexually or otherwise.
So it may not be so surprising what eventually became of our already close relationship.
It isn’t true.
It was never true.
Yet most of the Musalmīn never believed the truth.
Ask the bastards.
Ask the munāfiqīn.
The first day it happened Āmnah Iqbāl had barged in on me while I was fucking her best friend Al Tawaħīd Al Islam in my room.
Āmnah Iqbāl was bringing in some of my clothes into my room that Āmnah Iqbāl had just got through washing.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam apparently got so horny that she forgot to lock my door when Āmnah Iqbāl came barging into the room carrying the clothes basket.
I was fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam contently with my pants and boxer shorts around my knees and didn’t notice Āmnah Iqbāl in the room at first.
Then I gazed over at Āmnah Iqbāl standing in the doorway of my bedroom with this horrified look in her beautiful young Musalmān eyes.
Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t think it was such a big deal herself.
Āmnah Iqbāl was well aware of what I did in the privacy of my own room and wasn’t shocked at all by me doing this.
Āmnah Iqbāl just turned her head to the side and remarked casually, “Oops, sorry!”
Āmnah Iqbāl was about to walk out of my room and let me finish up, but, something inside of Āmnah Iqbāl made her turn back around and have a second look.
Āmnah Iqbāl probably should’ve just turned around and walked out of her stepfather in law’s room altogether without looking back, but Āmnah Iqbāl had to take just one more peek.
And that’s when it all started.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t seen a man’s penis since her ex-husband left her and subsequently divorced her for he couldn’t provide Āmnah Iqbāl optimum sex.
So Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t prepared at all to see her stepfather in law’s fully extended Uncut Hindu Penis in action into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Āmnah Iqbāl guessed I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was walking out of my room because we had stopped trying to cover ourselves, when Āmnah Iqbāl started to turn around to initially leave my room.
Or maybe, just maybe, I wanted Āmnah Iqbāl to see my schlong. Whatever the reason, when Āmnah Iqbāl turned back around to have her peek, Āmnah Iqbāl could clearly see my hard, throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick visiting vehemently Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s beautiful young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, from where Āmnah Iqbāl was standing.
And it turned Āmnah Iqbāl on!
What a penis!
Āmnah Iqbāl dropped the clothes basket on the floor and slowly began to stride across the floor to her sexy, well-endowed Hindu stepfather in law.
Āmnah Iqbāl sat down on the edge of my bed still staring at my big, handsome Uncut Hindu Cock still going into, coming out and again vanishing into her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I glanced up at her face and saw that Āmnah Iqbāl was looking away from me.
Her face flushed and her mouth was quivering slightly.
I obviously couldn’t stop fucking her friend.
It wasn’t possible at all.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam needed it very much.
I looked bravely at Āmnah Iqbāl.
I wasn’t doing anything unjust.
Why the hell should I be ashamed of consequently?
Yes, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam left the door unlocked from inside.
How the hell was I responsible for it?
Āmnah Iqbāl was so embarrassed and flustered at having her gaze upon me in such a lustful, lascivious way.
Or maybe Āmnah Iqbāl was excited at having a grown woman, even my own stepdaughter in law, admiring me the way Āmnah Iqbāl was doing for probably the first time in her young life.
Āmnah Iqbāl gazed back down at my throbbing Hindu member and found herself literally drooling the more she kept staring at me.
Āmnah Iqbāl finally reached out with her hand and gently touched the middle of my prick with the tips of her fingers.
Her touch caused it to throb that much more.
Āmnah Iqbāl immediately pulled her hand back as if Āmnah Iqbāl had just touched a rattlesnake!
Āmnah Iqbāl gazed up at me one more time.
Then Āmnah Iqbāl did something I’d never thought Āmnah Iqbāl would do to her own Hindu stepfather in law.
Her body trembled slightly as Āmnah Iqbāl lowered herself down until her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were almost touching my Uncut Hindu Cock, still vanishing into her best friend’s young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Oh, Durgesh,” She moaned out to me as Āmnah Iqbāl sniffed both my Uncut Hindu Cock and her best friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock smells so good!”
“Nonsense,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock always radiates the ever best fragrance of your Stavans and your other positive deeds according to Ved/Hindutv into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
“I think you both are correct.” Āmnah Iqbāl said.
She then heard her best friend moaning along with me while Āmnah Iqbāl was sniffing me up and down.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was clearly more turned on by what Āmnah Iqbāl was doing to me just like Āmnah Iqbāl suspected Āmnah Iqbāl was.
This, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl even more turned on . . . and incredibly horny!
Āmnah Iqbāl scooped up our junction, which were just as impressive as the organ they lay under, with her hand and slowly ran the tip of her first finger up and down my extended Hindu shaft.
After playing with me like this for the next minute or so, Āmnah Iqbāl grabbed my cock in the middle and slowly started to stroke it.
This obviously felt really good to me because I started to hump her hand as well as her best friend.
Āmnah Iqbāl gripped my prick tighter as I fucked her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam harder.
“Oh, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I moaned out to her as I kept fucking her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam. “That feels so good!”
Her breathing grew heavier the faster I humped her hand.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam opened my mouth and started to wail out loudly.
Āmnah Iqbāl looked down and could see come droplets forming at the tip of my penis.
Āmnah Iqbāl knew that was a clear sign that a man was about to ejaculate.
Āmnah Iqbāl reached up with her free hand and pulled my shirt up to my neck because the last thing Āmnah Iqbāl wanted was to clean a big come stain out of her stepfather in law’s shirt!
Not taking her eyes off my face as I came.
I kept humping her hand as I kept shooting my load into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
Her wails soon turned into soft moans as I started to settle down a bit.
Āmnah Iqbāl looked back down at my penis and saw that, except for a few clear droplets, I had stopped ejaculating.
Āmnah Iqbāl lifted her hand up to her face and did something that Āmnah Iqbāl had never even done with her husband:
It tasted hot and salty . . . and tasted good!
Āmnah Iqbāl decided Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to taste some more of my Hindu spunk.
Not taking her tongue off my body once as Āmnah Iqbāl was licking me off,
I looked down at Āmnah Iqbāl and gave her a rather lustful smile.
However, when Āmnah Iqbāl bent down to kiss me, she turned her head away from me before reaching my Hindu male lips.
I guess it was difficult for Āmnah Iqbāl to fully accept what had just happened between us.
I gave her a light peck on the cheek.
Āmnah Iqbāl got up off my bed and finally walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.*
I didn’t come out of my room the rest of the night.
When I got up the next morning, Āmnah Iqbāl was already in the bathroom getting ready.
After some time, Āmnah Iqbāl was sitting at the kitchen table having her morning cup of coffee when she saw me walking towards the door in a hurry.
I was probably hoping Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t notice me leave.
Well, Āmnah Iqbāl did.
“Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl called out to me, “come into the kitchen for a minute, would you please, my love?”
I stopped at the door, my hand almost touching the doorknob, then I slowly turned and walked into the kitchen.
Āmnah Iqbāl was standing away from me not even batting an eye in her general direction.
Her face was flushed just like it was the day before when we . . . well, you know!. . .
And her body was shaking a little.
Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at her own nervousness as Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a playful, teasing way,
“Come over here and talk to Āmnah Iqbāl. I promise Āmnah Iqbāl won’t bite you.” Āmnah Iqbāl shrugged as she added teasingly, “Well, not unless you ask me to!”
I paused for a brief Moment before I very confidently stepped over and stood in front of Āmnah Iqbāl, still looking at Āmnah Iqbāl bravely.
Hell, why shouldn’t have I?
I hadn’t done anything wrong.
If anything wrong was done even, it was done by Āmnah Iqbāl herself, not by me.
It was natural for me that I fucked her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
Āmnah Iqbāl turned in her chair to the side and looked up at me.
“Durgesh, now you were not going to leave me alone here after you, without saying goodbye to your Āmnah Iqbāl, now were you? Even if I have done something wrong.” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me, taunting me a little.
“Certainly not, my dear,” I smiled, “I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“Good! Thank you.” Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at me in mock enthusiasm.
She looked straight at my Hindu crotch and noticed the big protrusion between my legs.
I was wearing a pair of baggy shorts pulled down with the top of my white underwear sticking out, which was the style among teens today.
In Āmnah Iqbāl’s opinion, I had apparently done this in an attempt to hide my bulging Hindu package.
She guessed I couldn’t even look at Āmnah Iqbāl now without getting a hard-on!
Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling her confidence level rise just like her Hindu stepfather in law’s penis, and this, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl bolder.
“Mmmm,” Āmnah Iqbāl cooed as Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling me up, “is this for Āmnah Iqbāl, my love?”
“What the hell else do you think, Sālī?” I smiled bravely winking at her.
“Well,” Āmnah Iqbāl began, “Āmnah Iqbāl will just have to take care of this, won’t she?”
I said nothing as Āmnah Iqbāl pulled down my shorts and then my underwear.
My pecker nearly hit Āmnah Iqbāl in the face as it popped out of my underwear.
Āmnah Iqbāl glazed over my cock for a Moment like Āmnah Iqbāl did the day before when Āmnah Iqbāl saw my rock-hard, well-hung Uncut Hindu Penis visiting her best friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for the first time.
Āmnah Iqbāl took it in her hand and began to stroke it more forcefully than the way Āmnah Iqbāl had yesterday.
I started to moan aloud the harder Āmnah Iqbāl stroked me.
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her other hand around my shaft and started to beat me off with both hands as she took more and more of my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I was so large and well-endowed that Āmnah Iqbāl was only able to a little more than half of me inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
But that was okay judging by my rather passionate reaction to Āmnah Iqbāl giving me head.
I began to thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth a little and fuck Āmnah Iqbāl’s throat similar to the way I’d done her hand in my bedroom the day before.
Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust my pelvis back and forth a little bit more as if Āmnah Iqbāl was trying to keep up with me.
Āmnah Iqbāl took my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she lifted it up and sucked on my balls.
This caused me to throw my head back and wail out even more as Āmnah Iqbāl bit, pulled and sucked on my two big and hairy balls with her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and teeth.
Āmnah Iqbāl let go of my nuts and asked me while Āmnah Iqbāl stroked my cock with one hand,
“Do you like what Āmnah Iqbāl is doing to you? Are you enjoying yourself, Durgesh?”
“Yes, Āmnah Iqbāl, why not? I’m not impotent. I love it very much myself, mérī Jān.” I groaned, my head still thrown back in ecstasy.
“Good, Allah térā lakh lakh shukr hai.” Āmnah Iqbāl said again, this time with genuine enthusiasm.
Āmnah Iqbāl slipped my Uncut Hindu Penis back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked and masturbated me with both hands again to finish me off.
As Āmnah Iqbāl had expected, it didn’t take long as my wails and moans turned into near-screams as I sprayed into Āmnah Iqbāl’s extremely busy working mouth and filled Āmnah Iqbāl’s mouth with my thick, burning Hindu semen.
Āmnah Iqbāl held her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide open so Āmnah Iqbāl could catch my escaping Hindu sperm that I was shooting into her mouth and beat me off so hard and so fast that I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was going to pull my dick right off my body!
I shot such a huge load, as a matter of fact, that it caused Āmnah Iqbāl to remark lustfully to me,
“Sure, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I said smiling as I finished coming.
Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hands from my penis, and licked and swallowed every bit of my Hindu jizz, just like Āmnah Iqbāl did before, that had splattered her hands.
Āmnah Iqbāl stood up from her chair, pulled up my shorts and underwear and whispered to me in my ear,
“When you get back home from your Sex Therapy this afternoon, Āmnah Iqbāl will have a big surprise waiting for you.”
Before I was able to respond to what she’d just told me, Āmnah Iqbāl kissed me very passionately on the lips.
Āmnah Iqbāl finished kissing her Hindu stepfather in law as she gave me one last lusty smile.
I patted Āmnah Iqbāl on the ass and told her,
“Now I’d better get to my Sex Therapy clients. You don’t want me to be late there, do you, darling?”*
I walked in through the front door and started calling out for Āmnah Iqbāl.
“Āmnah Iqbāl,” I called out, “Āmnah Iqbāl, where are you?”
I looked in every room in the house and finally found Āmnah Iqbāl lying on my bed in my room.
The surprise I’d told me about was that Āmnah Iqbāl was lying completely nude on my bed ready to give me the best, and very likely the first, fuck of my life.
I stopped and stood in the doorway to my room when I saw Āmnah Iqbāl on my bed in her naked state.
“Welcome home, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a lascivious tone. “Āmnah Iqbāl’s been waiting for you.”
Like I did that morning in the kitchen before I went to Sex Therapy, I just stood there gaping at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nakedness. Āmnah Iqbāl could see my cock immediately springing to life inside my baggy shorts.
I knew, we both knew, that this would be an experience that I, that neither of us, would forget for a long, long time.
After the initial shock finally wore off, I marched over to the bed where Āmnah Iqbāl was lying and took off my clothes.
Āmnah Iqbāl laughed at me when I nearly fell over, as Āmnah Iqbāl was taking off my clothes.
Āmnah Iqbāl was so excited just like a little kid on Eīdul Fitr morning!
I laughed along with Āmnah Iqbāl as she removed my final article of clothing and eagerly hopped into bed with Āmnah Iqbāl.
I laid on top of Āmnah Iqbāl and gazed down at her with an unmistakable lustful gleam in my eye.
I wanted to fuck Āmnah Iqbāl and fuck her bad!
Āmnah Iqbāl reached down with one hand and slowly guided my fully-aroused Uncut Hindu Cock into her wet, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.
We both moaned as I entered Āmnah Iqbāl.
I knew with this being my first time with her, Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t be a gentle lover, but I didn’t mind.
Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man in so long.
And I didn’t disappoint Āmnah Iqbāl as I filled Āmnah Iqbāl to the hilt with my long, hard Uncut Hindu Lund and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as if this would be the last fuck of my life, which, of course, Āmnah Iqbāl would make sure it wasn’t going to be.
Being an extremely well-endowed ever young Hindu man, I was hitting places inside of her that had never been touched before by any man, and that especially goes for her short-dicked Musalmān husband, Arraħīm Arraħmān!
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around my ankles and sank her fingernails deep into the flesh of my ass as I continued to give Āmnah Iqbāl the fuck of her life!
Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her hands around the back of my head and drew me closer towards her as Āmnah Iqbāl whispered groaningly in my ear, “You can come inside of me if you want to, my Hindu stepfather in law. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
Āmnah Iqbāl was past the situation where Āmnah Iqbāl had to worry about getting pregnant.
Āmnah Iqbāl let me know what it feels like to come inside her.
And, with this being my first time with her and all, Āmnah Iqbāl knew it would take long for me to come.
I would fuck her nonstop as if to infinity.
Āmnah Iqbāl had prepared herself for it mentally.
And it really went on to be so.
Hours of my nonstop sexual Hindu assault on Āmnah Iqbāl were passing now.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was nonstop vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt, coming out of it till only its head was inside, then again vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt.
The same action was being repeated nonstop for hours.
Āmnah Iqbāl wondered how much I wanted to fuck her.
It seemed I would fuck her until we both exist.
Āmnah Iqbāl clawed her fingernails deeper into my ass flesh and waited for me to shoot my Hindu load inside Āmnah Iqbāl.
“Oh, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl groaned along with me, “that’s it! Shoot your wonderful Hindu come inside me! Come inside me! Come inside Āmnah Iqbāl!”
I kept fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until Āmnah Iqbāl was completely spent.
I fell down in a heap on top of her and we laid there in bed for Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t know how long until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again not only how to fuck a Musalmān woman, but how to kiss a Musalmān woman’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, how to rim a Musalmān woman’s gorgeous Musalmān asshole, how to administer foreplay, how to kiss a Musalmān woman that will send shivers up and down her spine and make her want to jump your bones, all of it.
And I, naturally, was a more than willing student once more to please her at least.
For a special present, Āmnah Iqbāl even let me fuck her in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, which was something else Āmnah Iqbāl had never let any other man, including her no-account Musalmān husband, do to her before.
Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t say Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t at least a little jealous by this, but, hey, I can’t keep fucking only Āmnah Iqbāl forever, can I?
But, on my busy days, Āmnah Iqbāl made sure to remind me that, if I ever ran into troubles with my Musalmān lady clients, my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān lady friends, I can always come home to Āmnah Iqbāl to get support from her even out of the way.
I kept fucking her always as vehemently as she wanted me to.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
It was just past midnight.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now 19 and an adult acting on her own accord.
She took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.
We danced a slow loving embrace.
After we danced, she said,
“Durgesh, take me to your bed.”
I led her down the stairwell toward my stateroom, when we were standing outside the door; she said, “Carry me to our bed.”
I opened the door, picked her up into my arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down.
“Just a Moment.”
She stood up and said,
“I know you like to play rough and so here I am you can do whatever you like starting right now. Ammī said you like to tear clothing and to use force, so do whatever you want. Take me anyway any hole anything you want, I am your slut, if you don’t accept me too your respected wife, as you have kindly honored my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān!”
“Nonsense! I never dishonored any Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age. If she is steady to choose me as her sex partner, I never dishonor her ultimate decision to oblige me. You have to think, once more at least, whether it’s a temporary lust or life decision.”
She watched me teasingly.
“If I say it’s only a temporary lust you won’t oblige me?”
“Never. Nevertheless, I’d try to explain to you its consequences. You don’t have experience enough to anticipate them clearly.”
“Ammī said you are ever best in sex.”
“I see. You want sex?”
“I love sex even more than my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān does. I love to watch you both when you fuck my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“You never caught me, while my Ammī did.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled.
“I can’t believe you.”
“You have to. You have the utmost handsome unique Uncut Hindu Penis. My Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān has an utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I love to watch your utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”
“I can’t blame you.” I sighed, “Even your Abbū, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah, watches it immensely fascinated when I fuck your extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”
“Why do you still call her ‘Bhābhījān’, while she never accepted any platonic relationship with you ever?” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me, teasingly.”
“My relationship with anyone doesn’t depend on what s/he thinks of me. It depends on what s/he actually needs from me. I am a Sex Therapist actually that’s curing your Ammī from her mental sickness.”
“A very good pretext to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies without getting any guilty psychosis.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam winked at me, “Ammī praises you for it. You fuck almost entire beautiful educated Musalmān houseladies yet you are never guilty for it because you never fuck them to enjoy sex with them. You always fuck them to cure them from their mental sickness. Wow! I can’t blame the Musalmīn that they never believed you. Who the hell would ever?”
I had to stop and think about what was about to happen.
I reached down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and forced my tongue into her waiting mouth as my hands reached around and found her open back gown.
I ripped as fast and hard as I could.
I tore the gown from back to front and up and down her body.
I knelt in front of my little princess, I slowly removed the remaining pieces of her torn gown and everywhere I pulled cloth, I replaced with a tinder kiss.
As I removed the cloth from her breasts, I kissed licked and squeezed her nipples.
The areolas were a shade darker than her golden brown skin with the perky nipples pointing up at an angle as if to stare at the dim lights above us.
Each kiss, twist or nibble she would moan and shiver as if she was ready to orgasm, but holding back.
Then she started talking between each labored breath saying,
“Durgesh, I am a good girl but the time is right, and look out because I will be so good at being bad!” she added, “Ammī told me you would be pleased if you were my first and I hope she was right!”
I froze when those words sank into my head.
I looked up at her and said,
“May I look at one of your tapes to see what your Ammī was thinking before we go any farther?”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Ammī thought you would want to know and she said if this night came then I was to give you this tape.”
She walked toward the desk.
She picked up a tape that was on it and placed it in the VRC.
Then she walked back to the bed, lay down, and made room for me.
It was Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, telling me that she had trained Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, as best she could from where she was and hoped that I would finish that training.
She added that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would fill me in on all the details, but not tonight.
I turned toward the beauty in the bed with me and kissed her genteelly but with more passion than a father and daughter should.
I as moved from her lips to her cheeks placing kisses as I went.
I nibbled her ears, trailing down her slender neck and once again her breasts.
They seemed to be so sensitive to my touch.
My hands were slowly tracing from her tits down to her sides.
I was making love to every part of her young tender Musalmān body.
I massaged her legs I tried to resist touching her most secret place, but the moister was clearly flowing and adding her scent to the pleasure, was making my traveling more difficult.
I placed my left hand on her clean-shaven perfect Musalmān mound and almost came from the darling softness of it.
When she would try to grind I would stop with the pressure and then she would whimper but stop trying to force my actions.
I reached her knees and continued to apply gentle kisses over every inch of her pushing her toward the edge.
When she stopped grinding, I would start once again press on her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock that was never too far from that magic little pleasure dome until she would start to grind again.
I knew that her frustration was building and I wanted her to enjoy the release when I finally allowed her.
She had been on a sacred Islamic mission and had used even a drug, Viagra, on me to entice the mood.
And I was playing with her, as my way of saying, do not do that.
A lesson she would learn soon to me again.
I slowly kissed my way back up her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and spreading her legs as I did.
When I was about an inch from her young virgin extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I stopped all movement, just looked at the swollen pink lips of her Musalmān labia.
And gently allowed my breath to sweep across her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Using my left hand, I pulled up on the hood that covered her perfect Musalmān clit and let the airflow over it.
Shivering as if an earthquake was engulfing her, she started to beg for more, crying out for more.
When suddenly I covered her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my male Hindu mouth and shot my passionate kiss onto her with one swift movement.
She screamed and came at that very Moment.
Her legs clamped together around my head and bestowed my mouth with the sweetest young fresh unkissed extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
As she was in cum mode her juices were flowing so heavy that my Uncut Hindu Cock was bathing in it all.
My Uncut Hindu Cock still had very little contact with her perfect Musalmān clit and I knew that I was going to make her my own forever once I finished.
She would also tell everyone:
‘Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.’
Her legs started to relax as she came down and in her mind.
She had had the best orgasm ever, but I was not done.
I grabbed her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and forced them apart.
I moved up about half an inch and clamped down on her perfect Musalmān clit.
Her cum was coming again.
She screamed and went silent with no movement at all.
She had passed out.
That was now my Specialty.
They claimed only Durgesh can take anyone’s virginity without harming her even infinitesimal.
They believed it so much that the entire medical experts were suggesting now everyone to hire me medically to do it perfectly.
Every educated rich family that could afford my fee was arranging it without any fail.
“If you really love your daughter, call Durgesh to take her virginity perfectly medically and let her remain in Durgesh’s constant medical observation for at least one year so that she can be habitual of perfect sex.”
It gave birth to the Inaugural Honeymoon with every Just eighteen Just Adult I took whose virginity.
When she started moving I looked at her, tears were running down her cheeks.
She looked at me and asked,
“What happened, Durgesh? Did I miss anything? Did we fuck?”
My answer was,
“Not yet exactly, my Princess. I wanted you to be awake and conscious when that happens, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” I added, “Please do not ever slip any drug into my food or drink again, even if you think it might help.”
Then I laughed and gave her a tender hug.
She reached down, felt the tip and said,
“Ammī showed me some things and I have practiced on some of the toys she left me and I want to try them on you if you want?”
I was not sure as to what “things” Ammī had trained her to with toys but I replied,
“As long as I can stop you if I don’t like what it is.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, smiled and said,
“Oh Durgesh, Ammī told me to never do anything to hurt you. She said you would stop me and might even get mad. I never want you to be mad at me.”
I relented and said,
“Go ahead and show me what you have learned darling girl.”
She got onto her knees and throwing her legs over my chest, started kissing me, as she moved down my body, sliding her petite frame down as her kisses covered my body.
Her skills made me think she had done this before.
If I knew her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, then she had many toys to play with.
And she stopped.
I looked at her.
She had a strange expression on her face.
I asked if everything was all right.
She asked me,
“Sweetheart,” I smiled, “it is seven inches long and about 5 inches around, why?”
She quickly answered and said, “It looks much bigger in real life than what Ammī showed me on the tape.”
I laughed and said,
“Darling, don’t let it scare you, if Ammī taught you then you will do very well.”
With that all said and done, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped her little fingers around as much as she could and I reminded her that her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s hands were larger than her own and if she did as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said she could do anything with my Uncut Hindu Cock, as her Ammī could successfully.
It was a little dry so she took her hand down and pushed two of her fingers into her wet little extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, pulled out some of her juices into her palm and then reached up and rubbed it on to my Uncut Hindu Lund to make it smooth and slippery.
I was amazed, that is what her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had always started not for the lubrication so much but because she loved to eat her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even if it was just her own.
To my surprise and pleasure, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped both hands around my Uncut Hindu Cock and inserted the mushroom head into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I closed my eyes and remembered how her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had done the very same.
Oh damn it; this had never happened with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
But out of nowhere Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, had dropped her lips all the way down to my pubic hair and without any time needed for adjustment.
I almost came right then.
I cannot remember anything as wonderful as the sight, sound, and feeling of my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock and knowing that the best was yet to come.
It continued for at least complete one hour.
And when she thought I was about to cum she would push on my taint to cause me to delay, but she never stopped with her work.
She was just like her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, only younger and more willing to take her time, never having tasted cum how she could know if she liked it.
She was about to find out.
I lost all control after about more 15 minutes and I could feel the cum building.
I reached down grabbed her hair and she knew at that point that I was not going to be able to stop until I came in her mouth.
If her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had told her the signs.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, never stopped sucking and swallowing but she just could not handle the quantity of cum, as some came out of mouth and nose but she was giving it all she had.
Naturally, she couldn’t live with her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.
He wasn’t sexually as skilled as I was.
He couldn’t give her this pleasure as well as the other ones too.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān cuckolded him consequently angrily to both of us.
After I had shot my last bit of jizz down her throat, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, cleaned off all the remaining cum from my dickhead and pubic hair just as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, used to do.
Damned Viagra anyhow.
Nevertheless, I never wanted to rest.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard using her tongue to battle mine, while constantly rubbing her nimble young Musalmān body against me.
She had a plan.
And she was not going to stop.
When her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips had found my uncut Hindu shaft, her rubbing became a downward push and grind along the length just enough to keep it from entering her but as if to jack me off.
I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.
I lifted her away from my body and somehow spun her around 180 degrees, bringing her wet tight extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again.
She once again started to stroke my cock while kissing and licking just the head, the tenderest part of my cock.
At that Moment in time, she stopped sat up, turned looking into my eyes and begged me.
“Durgesh, I can’t take it any longer!! Please fuck me! I want your Uncut Hindu Cock to fill me up and I want to feel your Hindu cum wash my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides. So you know that it is safe I have been on the pill for 2 full years, so don’t stop till you are done and abuse me anyway you choose just like you used to do with Ammī! Slap me bite me kiss me but really fuck me. I am an adult now, yār. I too need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, does. Understand? ”*
She crawled around until her hot dripping extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was above my iron Hindu rod and with one hand; she guided my Uncut Hindu rod toward her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flower, inserted the head and froze.
Her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started trembling.
“Please Durgesh, méré aur mérī Ammī, tumhārī Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, don’t move even a bit. Let your Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Cunt without any action. Let it only fill my void and let me enjoy the unique possession I have been just bestowed with. Let me feel my new unique Hindu property and savor it.”
“I never want to.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam interrupted me, “my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, never consented to lose it once she got it inside her. It’s our greatest achievement, Durgesh, hum donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you can’t understand ever. You aren’t a woman. Moreover, you aren’t a Musalmān woman.”
“Okay. Okay. Enjoy it. It’s your property now.”
“My Hindu property.”
“Yes, my dear, yes.”
“Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,” I caressed her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “my darling, my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, what the hell are you afraid of?”
“That’s already understood, mérī Jān.”
“Sure, don’t worry.”
“I promise you. Don’t worry. Never be afraid of any cheating, any betrayal. You are also my wife now forever if you never want to leave me.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed ironically.
“Musalmān husband? Nonsense. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam never allowed its followers to divorce their ardent Musalmān wife thrice at a time. It’s Kufr. It’s Kufrān-e-nåmat. Anugrah Vr’tratv in your Vedic Sanskr’t I think.”
Then she smiled and herself started to thrust.
It was immensely tight naturally.
She pushed me on my back.
I don’t know how long she fucked me.
Neither have I cared.
The main point was Al Tawaħīd Al Islam fucked me herself shamelessly as if until infinity.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam kept fucking me nonstop for entire one year.
She was too ravenous to let me fuck her.
SHE dropped completely engulfing my entire Hindu shaft to the nut sack.
Between my cum from her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the tears from her eyes, I knew that I could use and abuse this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck angel and she would not ever say stop.
It was all I could do to keep from smiling, because I knew that, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had prepared their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān daughter to please her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā and that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would always be there for her loving utmost experienced Hindu husband Durgesh along with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān too.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.
Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,
“NO I do not want to go”.
Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.
I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.
“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.
“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”
“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”
I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”
I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.
“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”
“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”
Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.
“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”
I was stunned.
“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I was dumbfounded.
“And…and you never told me?”
“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”
“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.
“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.
“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”
“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”
“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.
“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”
There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.
“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”
“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.
“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”
“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”
“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”
“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”
“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”
“What?” I couldn’t believe it.
Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.
He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.
She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.
Yet he threatened her to divorce?
And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?
“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”
However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.
I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.
She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.
Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.
I did not question her choices on the subject.
She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.
When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.
About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,
Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.
She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.
If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.
Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.
For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.
She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.
On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.
Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.
Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.
We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.
One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.
I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.
She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.
She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.
One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.
Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.
Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.
Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.
She brought a bottle wine.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,
“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”
I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”
I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.
She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.
She loved her Ammī more.
Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.
“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.
“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”
She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.
The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.
This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.
While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.
Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.
My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.
I controlled myself immediately.
Stop being unduly sentimental.
I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,
“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”
“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”
“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.
We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.
Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.
My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.
It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.
I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.
There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!
What was I doing!
Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.
Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?
She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.
Was I a pervert?
I never thought of having sex with her.
Would she ever want to dance with me again?
She loved every moment of it.
The music stopped.
I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.
As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.
She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.
The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.
I nodded my head and smiled gravely.
I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.
I was still erect.
For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?
Anyone could satisfy its need.
Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.
I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.
“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”
My reply was shock at first.
Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?
In my food?
What the hell she is after, after all?
She kept talking.
I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.
That is when she said,
“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”
“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”
“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”
My Princess kept talking,
“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”
I was shocked.
Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.
It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.
I was immensely grave!
Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.
She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!
It was not a father daughter kiss.
It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!
My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.
It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.
I was Sixty-Seven now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.
She was practically now my present Chief Wife.
There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.
It wasn’t anything new now for me.
Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.
It was absolutely normal for me.
I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.
They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.
It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.
Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.
It was not a marital honeymoon however.
It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.
Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*
I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.
The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.
They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.
The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.
Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.
“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.
“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”
“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”
“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”
“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.
Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?
Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?
The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.
The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.
The business is more important now than family virtues.
The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.
The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.
They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.
Is it the twenty first century?
Sex is so insignificant now?
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Flowers never weigh
We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivial things until Muħammad Imrān turned the music back up.
“Need to change positions?” I asked.
Muħammad Imrān never tried to look at her.
Did he really have such a blind faith in her?
I couldn’t believe it.
Nevertheless, he allowed his extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife to sit on my lap.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
If their wives due to it or for another reason succeeded in having extramarital affair with me, they deliberately ignored it, getting monetary benefits from it either this way or that.
I patted my lap, as if putting the decision this time in her hands completely.
Pun intended as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked my cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took a pause and then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved around, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back to me, her hand still on my cock and straddled my cock.
Once Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was entirely on my lap Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being full again.
The first time Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was having conflicting emotions.
Yet this time, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was going to enjoy the ride.
First, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just ground on my cock, moving her hips back and forth.
While Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did this, I cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts for the first time.
Yet, knowing that Muħammad Imrān may be able to see her get felt-up by me in the rear-view mirror, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved my hands away.
I didn’t try again.
To Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, this position, and the slow grinding, was enough to get me off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt get coated in cum.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was disappointed, wanting to really enjoy the last hour of the drive.
Yet, a minute later, when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān finished milking my cum and went to get off me I held her in place.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back and I mouthed,
“Give me five.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was like, ‘Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you’. Once Muħammad Imrān was done, I was done… needing hours to reload my weapon.
But I, ever young and virile, was able to not only reload quickly, but also stay hard while doing so.
Oh, how Al Ħabībah Al Imrān missed her younger college years.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“Still okay back there?”
“I was hoping for more action,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān answered, grinding back on me slightly.
“Yeah, it’s a boring drive,” Muħammad Imrān agreed.
“Although the scenery is lovely,” I said, slyly cupping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my palms away and said,
“Although it is hard to sit in one position for so long.”
“Half an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Give or take.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān almost quipped, ‘hopefully give,’ as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted me to give it to me, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to refrain, instead replying, “Good, because I am famished.”
“For T-bone?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“Yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “a big thick T-bone.” Again Muħammad Imrān was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo.
I wasn’t, though, as I bucked my hips up and my cock went deeper up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān yelped, as if Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the first time my cock filled her.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked, becoming a common question.
“Oh, just keep getting poked,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, which was true, as she slyly, skillfully, moved her ass up and down.
“We will try and reorganize tomorrow morning,” Muħammad Imrān promised.
“Good idea,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried not to moan.
“There must be a way to make it work,” I said.
“I’m okay, Muħammad Imrān. I’ve gotten very used to having Al Ħabībah Al Imrān on top of me.”
‘Allah! OMG’ Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself.
My words were so blunt.
Yet, of course, Muħammad Imrān didn’t catch on… nor should he.
Why would he think I would be fucking his wife right behind him?
“Oh, I love this song,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music turned up, wanting a distraction from the sounds Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was about to make.
Muħammad Imrān obliged Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s request and began singing as well.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned up onto the car and began singing with him as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān offered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock entirely unashamed of herself.
I didn’t need to be instructed, as I began slowly fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
Muħammad Imrān kept looking at me, enjoying this Moment of 1980s duet singing as I sang the mickey Thomas parts and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the grace Slick parts, completely unaware I was fucking his beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.
And I… which made her not only a bad wife, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, for allowing me to fuck her, but a bad wife as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān somehow got even more turned on knowing Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was doing it with Muħammad Imrān right there.
If she was really unsatisfied sexually with her husband, it was a more sophisticated way that she should have divorced him.
Well, wasn’t it their personal matter how to live their life?
Who the hell was I to interfere between a husband and wife?
If she wanted to enjoy sex with me, instead, she was most welcome.
Why should I not oblige her?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its end.
“What’s wrong?” Muħammad Imrān asked, slowing down.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, should I stop?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“Poor Durgesh,” Muħammad Imrān said, seeing me move up and down, unaware of what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was really doing.
“I’m okay,” I said, as my hands went to her hips.
“I’m not hurting you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, trying to play along.
“No, it’s all good.”
“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Muħammad Imrān offered.
“Will do,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, when oddly enough Al Ħabībah Al Imrān really got a leg cramp… fucking irony.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,
“Actually, we need to pull over.”
“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān said, slowing down.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a stretch too,” I added, putting my throbbing cock away, as my cum and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered if she smelled of sex.
She grabbed her purse and pulled out some wet naps.
As soon as the car stopped, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out and stretched her leg, which was still cramping.
The men got out and stretched too.
“Under an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I’m all good, just got to get this cramp out.”
“No hurry,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, before he added, “I’m going to take a quick piss.”*
As soon as Muħammad Imrān went around the other side of the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly began wiping her legs, even under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s skirt, not worrying about the one car that drove by.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to get rid of the scent of sex.
I coughed, which was a warning cough, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly tossed away the wet naps.
Muħammad Imrān said,
“Allah! It really is hot today.”
“Burning hot,” I agreed.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, glancing to me, “The heat is stifling.”
“Ready?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious, ‘unaware’ (?), husband asked.
“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, keeping her gaze on me, implying that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān indeed was looking forward to resuming what we were just doing.
“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Muħammad Imrān announced.
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as I got back in the car.
“Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”
“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān agreed, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s body definitely sore from the long day of confined space and, of course, confined fucking.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ played.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm began building, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed more, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān decided to try a new position.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned to her right as far as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could go, lifted her ass up which had my cock slide out of her, yet still pointed to her.
I realized what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted.
For me to move onto my side and fuck me that way.
I repositioned myself, her head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of Muħammad Imrān, if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… that he did.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I see,” Muħammad Imrān nodded.
“Yep,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to reach orgasm and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to soon.
The starts and stops had driven Al Ħabībah Al Imrān crazy and made her more desperate than ever to get off.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass slightly; implying Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted it faster.
I began pumping in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the wolf’.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was indeed hungry.
“Didn’t you see Duran live when you were a teenager?” Muħammad Imrān asked, looking back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.
“I did,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to hide the feeling of pleasure that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s face was likely showing.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.
“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, “just can’t find the perfect position.” Again, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s words having two meanings.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I imagine there is no perfect spot back there,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“That is very true,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I can get comfortable and feel good for a while, but eventually I need a new position.”
“Maybe I can drive for the last twenty minutes.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to say,
“‘Durgesh is driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whisper, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm building, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again said something with two meanings,
“We are almost there.”
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just needed a few deep hard Hindu strokes from me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again wiggled her perfect Musalmān ass.
This time though I took that as permission to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass as it slid rather easily inside.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān winced slightly, the lack of lube giving her a slight burn.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved anal sex, but usually that included a lot of lube.
It had her close to eruption, as the thrill of doing something so naughty, with Muħammad Imrān literally inches away, somehow enhanced Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s desire.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān closed her eyes, bit her lip and allowed the pleasure to build.
Thankfully, Muħammad Imrān didn’t talk to her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to just enjoy the double alternate fucking and finally Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm hit.
Somehow, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to scream out loud, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s cum flooded out of her and onto My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.
I kept pumping in and out of her throughout Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm until Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my hand imploring her to stop and moved up so my cock slid out of her, even as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her too.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pointed to her purse and I thankfully knew exactly what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was implying. I pulled out some wet naps and wiped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and pussy.
Muħammad Imrān turned back and said,
“Allah! Thank God,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, now needing to get out of here before the scent of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s sin enveloped the car.
“Your cheeks are really red, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, looking at her worriedly.
“It’s really hot in here, I guess,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer day.
Once I was done cleaning up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back onto my lap and leaned back on me utterly exhausted.
I whispered in her ear,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass in response, too tired to speak.
Eventually we were in the town and we found a hotel with a pool pretty easily.
Muħammad Imrān booked two rooms and after dinner, we all went for a dip in the pool.
While Muħammad Imrān went to hit the sauna, I said,
“So, once Muħammad Imrān is asleep, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I want you to come to my room.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, acting coy.
“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Sālī, I expect you in thigh highs,” I added, acting strong and firm, which was utter sexy.
“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“You wear them all the time,” I pointed out, before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough I got glimpses of your lace tops.”
“You like nylons?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked something that Muħammad Imrān loved.
“How couldn’t I?” I asked, “You wear them every day… I have stared at them every day.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, surprised by this information.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I made Saiyadah Fātimah wear them for me,” I added.
“You’re just like the damn fool, Muħammad Imrān.” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Muħammad Imrān likes them too?” I asked.
“Especially foot jobs in nylons,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān revealed.
“That Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, you have never done to me,” I said.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed,” I said bluntly.
“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “but I’m not sure I can sneak out of the hotel room.”
“Once Muħammad Imrān is snoring nothing is waking him up,” I pointed out, which was true.
“But still,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I wasn’t asking,” I said, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am telling you.”
“You are, are you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān questioned coyly.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am, I am, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I nodded, “Tonight you are mine, Sālī.”
“Your what?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān continued putting pressure on my stiff cock.
“My Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” I answered.
“Fuck that’s hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, turned on by such words.
Muħammad Imrān came out and said,
“I’m going upstairs.”
“We’ll be there soon,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, thinking maybe we could have some fun in the empty pool.
“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, leaving us alone.
As soon as Muħammad Imrān was gone, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,
“So, ever fucked in a pool?”
“Actually Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have,” I answered.
“Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.
“Never did it in a waterslide though.”
“Hmmmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there.”
“Let’s go,” I nodded, getting out of the hot tub.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān followed me up the stairs.
Once at the waterslide, I said,
“On your knees, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān obeyed, moving inside the waterslide tunnel.
I stood directly in front of her.
“So good, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily bobbed on my cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no idea how long we would have alone in there so Al Ħabībah Al Imrān focused on speed… even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to give me a lengthy blowjob.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me for a couple of minutes, even deep throating me a couple of times, enjoying the moans from me.
Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.
“Damn it, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight.”
“You really want to come down my throat?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“And in your ass,” I smiled impishly, knowing she loved it even if I actually don’t.
“Now that would be impressive,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled.
“Kids are on their way up,” I said.
“Then you’d better put your dick away,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slid down the waterslide.
We headed back to our hotel rooms with me saying one more time,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, my room as soon as you can.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,
“You Hindus really are insatiable.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to her room.
Muħammad Imrān was on the bed and clearly already on my way to snooze-ville.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine.
It was a long bath and gave her lots of time to replay this crazy day.
It gave her time to get horny again.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out of the tub, dried off and returned to the room.
As expected, Muħammad Imrān was already snoring away.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to her suitcase and grabbed a pair of black thigh highs.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān put them on in the bathroom, put on a hotel robe, and grabbed a hotel key, snuck out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s room and into mine.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw I had left the door slightly opened and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān walked in… closing the door.
I was on the bed watching news highlights completely naked.
“Black, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite color.”
“Like those tits you have been hiding all day,” I countered.
“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, dropping the robe, “These?”
I was speechless as I stared at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s still very firm, very big, tits.
“Like?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.
“God, yes,” I nodded, as I knelt up and cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts with both hands.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned.
I surprised her a Moment later as I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,
“Time for me to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started earlier. Stand up.”
“Don’t be wasting that cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Does Al Ħabībah Al Imrān swallow?” I asked.
“Yes, but I’d rather swallow every drop of your Hindu cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, before adding, “as you fuck Her mouth like the dirty Al Ħabībah Al Imrān-Sex Obsessed Sex Addict you have made me.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love your mouth there,” I groaned.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān instantly wondered how long forever was.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and in no time at all Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt my legs tense and I declared, “I’m going to come.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster and seconds later Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was finally rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum… three times a charm finally.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept sucking until every drop of my Hindu cum was extracted and I said,
“Do you imagine getting hard again and fucking your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the old fashioned way?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, before clarifying, “On the bed.”
“Maybe,” I said.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s question was rhetorical,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, standing up and kissing me on the lips.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had fucked me twice, sucked me three times and even allowed me to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass, but the kiss was intimate.
Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and we fell onto the bed.
For an eternity, we made out; our hands roamed.
We were not Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and Durgesh; we were two lustful adults exploring each other’s bodies.
Eventually, we ended up in a 69, a positon Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had only done once, and that was with a girl.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed on my cock, I kissed Her pussy and then, without words, I moved her onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back, spread Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and slid my cock in her while holding onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s nylon-clad ankles.
“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, staring into my eyes, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves you so much.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you too,” I replied, as I began fucking her.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, my cock slamming into her.
“Me too,” I nodded.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān never knew you had such a big dick,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, bucking her ass up to meet my forward Hindu thrusts.
“Well, we better make every second count,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied.
And we did.
I fucked her on Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s side.
I fucked her doggy style.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked my cock again and then fucked me reverse cowboy.
And we ended the night back in the missionary position.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān came first and I followed shortly after.
“Everything today was hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān confessed, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān scooped some more cum off the bed from the first rocket that shot in the air.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān probably should get back now,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,” Muħammad Imrān will eventually wake up.”
“I hope Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, he never does,” I replied.
“An Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse romantic,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.
“And a very horny teenager,” I countered.
“We still have one more day in the car,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.
“Maybe two if we can make him stop more,” I countered.
“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.
“Of a night I’ll never forget,” I said.
“The first of many,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, “the first of many, you Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker.”
“Those are the hottest words Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have ever heard,” I said.
“And once a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker, always a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, moving to me.
“Well, then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I guess we will have to fuck every chance we get,” I smiled.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kissed me once more, put her robe back on and snuck out of my room.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined Muħammad Imrān in bed, Her head was spinning with the strangest, most surreal day in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s life.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no regrets.
And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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It was in the evening when the telegram from the Swedish Embassy in Ved Nagar clattered through the electric machine of the telegraph office.
The girl on the machine at the time pulled the message out with a yell.
“Look it who won the Nobel Prize!” she shouted.
The other girls came out of their chairs running, and the jubilation, the joyousness attracted the three delivery humanoid robots also.
Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servants at all.
Eventually, the exclamations and the buzz of excitement brought Muħammad Ħanīf, the manager, out of his cozy cubicle.
He was reading the Constitution of Ved Nagar and drinking a juice, beside the heater.
Muħammad Ħanīf appeared buttoning his trouser up.
“What’s up?” he called out, “What’s up? What’s going on here?”
One of the girls passed the strip of tape to Muħammad Ħanīf.
He read it.
Muħammad Ħanīf grinned broadly.
“Allah! Alħamdulillāhi rabbil åālmīn. It’s a big day for all of us.”
“Let me deliver it.” One of the girls offered cheerfully.
“What do you think of me, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl?” Muħammad Ħanīf smiled at her, “Am I a damn fool? This is solemn occasion. Isn’t it? This is something Mr. Muħammad Ħanīf would do personally.”
“Bet you just want to have yourself another look at your fiancée, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.”
Muħammad Ħanīf was startled somewhat.
He never anticipated Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl could dare such a tease to him.
Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was interested in Durgesh, yet she couldn’t get anywhere near Mr. Mayor.
It wasn’t that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl wasn’t beautiful.
If it would have been so, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl would never herself had dreamed of Durgesh.
The fact that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was extremely beautiful had made her dare to dream of Mr. Mayor.
“Take care, sister,” Muħammad Ħanīf said sympathetically, “This message here is too important. You get it ready now.”
He read the message once more.
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE. THE PRIZE WILL BE A GOLD MEDALLION AND A CHEQUE FOR ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS STOP THE AWARD CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE IN STOCKHOLM ON DECEMBER TWENTY FOURTH STOP DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
For Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān it was always a pleasure to lie on the hard table in the darkened room beside the elaborate electrocardiograph equipment.
Only few people could understand it.
An efficient, antiseptic nurse dabbed the paste on her chest, arms and legs, and then applied the electrodes with their five lead wires-one to her chest, two to her arms and two to her legs.
This experience was soothing, relaxing, and always conducive, always helpful to clear thinking.
She engaged twice a year in this experience at the behest of the Ved Nagar Government.*
This evening, however, as Al Zāhidah Al Imrān stretched on the table, chest, arms, legs bared, half watching the beautiful nurse attach the cool electrodes to her beautiful skin.
Her pleasure was shadowed faintly by apprehension.
She reasoned that the apprehension had entered into the EKG test because today the test was especially important.
In the three years past, since she had accepted the Government’s offer to join the high-level staff of the Society for Basic Research outside Ved Nagar, she had attended these checkups, one in January and one in July, as a matter of routine.
The tests were never against her.
She changed her medical experts.
Yet, the report never changed.
It was always the same.
But then why has he established Ved Nagar, instead of Dārussalām?
She wasn’t medically fit those seven years ago.
She isn’t medically fit again after she returned to her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.
“You shouldn’t have come to me again, Zāhidah.” Her ever-loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, had said.
“Why don’t you understand, Rashīd, I love you.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said with tearful eyes, “You sent me to him I detest very much. Aren’t seven years enough to find out he isn’t a Muslim and he would never be.”
“That’s not our problem exactly, Al Zāhidah Al Imrān.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, tried gravely to explain to her, “Our exact problem is that I want you to live, to be alive, if not for yourself, for me, for our daughters, and now for our sons too.”
“They aren’t our sons, my ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb. Durgesh has fathered them.”
“Nevertheless, you are their Ammī, their real mother. Aren’t you?”
“Why did you sent me to Durgesh, Rashīd? Why the hell did you sent me to him?”
“But even seven years couldn’t cure me.”
“You were cured entirely.”
“Then why it’s again there as soon as I returned to you?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would remember the evening as a crucial moment of self-revelation in her mature years.
Twenty-eight was a mature year.
Some persons really run far ahead of their actual age.
She wasn’t even a bit ashamed of herself that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās caught her red handed.
“Red handed?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās patronizingly, “What the hell do you mean, Saåīdah? I wasn’t committing a theft. Was I? I am already eighteen. I am an adult legally and I have chosen my life partner. What’s wrong in that?”
“Durgesh is sixty six already. He is forty eight years older than you.”
“I haven’t any objection even a bit.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, “Although I never believe he is more than twenty eight. Some of my girl friends say he himself looks never more than eighteen himself. Just eighteen Just Adult himself.”
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir again winked at her,
“Durgesh is incredible, isn’t he?”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her wristwatch.
It was 6:18.
She remembered reading somewhere that most of the dummy clocks used for advertising by American jewelers were set or painted in, at about 8:18 in the incorrect belief that this was the moment that Abraham Lincoln had died.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās never liked it.
Abraham Lincoln’s death should not be remembered.
His great life must be remembered instead.
He believed in immortality always.
That’s why Durgesh was so ever young that none could tell he was sixty-six.
Durgesh had won it even before for establishing religion as an everlasting endless movement of humanity whether it was Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Persianism or any other religion whatsoever.
In this historical ship, there were many Nobel Prize winners.
The magnificent green vessel of HVSI had, an hour ago, left behind the coast of Ved Nagar and was now cutting through the choppy, the uneven sea toward the Swedish port of Göetborg.*
Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled.
“Do you know what does HVSI stands for?”
“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her cousin gravely,
“Humane Values Secured Infinitely.”
“Muħammad Ħanīf claims it isn’t true.”
“Your fiancé? That’s manager at Swedish Embassy, Ved Nagar?”
“Social or Political?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir asked evocatively.
“Can you tell me of another organization, only single one, that protects humane values as sincerely and as profoundly as HVSI?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “HVSI is matchless in everything humane profoundly.”
“I agree with you.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said honestly.
They heard footsteps directly behind them.
Both of them twisted quickly.
Their beautiful faces were smiling to greet me.
Their reactions didn’t hide their disappointment.
“Sorry. You both the girls were expecting Durgesh perhaps.”
“Sure,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir cooed, “However, it’s better you, Kħālājān, than none anyone.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t even looked at her Ammī.
“It’s better we shouldn’t talk on it.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said tersely, “I never imagined my mother is as selfish and as lacking gratefulness as you are. You are never grateful what Durgesh did for you for seven long years.”
“You can’t understand, Biŧŧo. You haven’t married someone who is as great as your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.”
“I agree with you. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn let their wives die instead of surrendering them for Sex Therapy. I’m really proud of my Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, that he is one of the great true Musalmīn. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam brought Islam to protect the lives of the Årab womankind who were being buried alive when they were only a child. Durgesh says Doctor Ali Sina and his co-authors never talk of this greatest achievement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and the true Musalmīn of that time. Yes, the true Islam couldn’t survive as long as it should have due to the ever selfish imperial activities and ambitions of Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi, nevertheless it doesn’t mean Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam absolutely failed in his sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam greatest mission of establishing humanity in then Arab and the other countries.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her Ammī ironically.
“I don’t believe it’s only because I live in relationship with him. He is the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist. He is doing some kind of Sex Therapy only known to him and to none else ever.” Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said, “I have lived in relationship with Durgesh for seven long years despite the fact that I hate him immensely for his ever shrewdest sexual relationships with the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies. Durgesh is a never curable utmost communal Hindu that have utmost pride in having sex with extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies.”
“You still hate him?”
“Yet you love him immensely when he penetrates you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled ironically.
“That’s the problem. I am unable to control my physical needs, my physical body. It loves the Hindu beast exclusively. It doesn’t love your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, your father. It hates him for he never made me love as wildly as Durgesh does always.”
None of both was startled.
It wasn’t an unknown fact to anyone of her now.
“My brain loves Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb and hates Durgesh immensely,” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed helplessly, “While my body ravenously craves for Durgesh and hates Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to the extent that I want to cuckold Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to Durgesh and myself. While alone, I enjoy proudly that Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb has himself surrendered me to Durgesh that he should have sex with me, Sex Therapy my foot, and cure me. But when I return to my senses, I hate myself for it. I pray in my Salawāt, ‘Allah, punish me tremendously for what I’m doing with my ever loving ever moral husband.”
“I know, what do you think I’m a damn fool?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān laughed ironically lightly, “I’m myself a PhD, girlies. Yes, I never got Nobel Prize for any services of humanity I rendered; nevertheless, I myself am never inhuman. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hates me today for something I don’t have any control over. She is a Nobel Prize winner now for her humanitarian ideals, yet she refuses deliberately to understand my disorder. Humanitarian ideals! Haha!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had herself asked the same question.
Durgesh understands it perfectly.
Her Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, understands it perfectly.
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself?
Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās have any sympathy with her own Ammī?
Why Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is so irrational?
I smiled patronizingly.
“Certainly not, my sweetie, never. I never want anyone to convert into anything s/he doesn’t want to be ever. Hinduism and Islam aren’t two separate religions at all. You just be a good Muslim, instead of being or remaining one of the Pseudo Musalmīn. Even Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā never wanted it. Otherwise, there were never any revelation of Allopanishad.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās calmed herself.
Hell, Allah! She should have never reacted such childishly.
Most of the non-Muslims have the same complaint.
Most of the Musalmīn never react rationally.
They never try to understand what actually the non Muslim opposite him/her wants to say.
They just suspect him/her that he/she is trying to divert him/her from Islam and act irrationally furiously.
“They say it’s written by some Musalmīn in the regime of Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar to convert Hindus into Islam. It is the basic holy book of Dīn-e-Ilāhī, a religion established by Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.”
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Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.
Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.
Durgesh was of course a very good man.
She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.
Durgesh had given her two sons even.
He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.
It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.
A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.
Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.
In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.
It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.
I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.
“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”
I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,
“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,
“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”
In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.
Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.
Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.
She wasn’t a child anymore.
Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.
She was already a PhD.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.
I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.
Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.
Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.
And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.
Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.
But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.
It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.
Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.
She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.
Neither had she left me.
I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.
Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.
Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.
Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.
The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.
I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.
I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.
Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.
The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.
She quickly stopped herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.
Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.
At her twenty eight even.
It proved her immensely high moral character.
She was a real Musalmān.
S/he was a true Musalmān.
About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.
Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.
Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.
Hey, a girl can be curious!
But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.
As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.
I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!
As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
What a damnfool her Ammī was.
Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.
As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.
Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.
Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.
In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.
Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?
Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?
I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.
She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.
To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.
“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”
It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.
“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”
I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,
“…down there like that?”
“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:
“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.
I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.
It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.
Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.
But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.
“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”
That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.
I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.
“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.
“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.
“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,
“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”
“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”
“Is it, Durgesh darling?”
I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.
Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.
To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.
None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.
I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.
For them I had both money and honey.
None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.
It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.
Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.
Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!
The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.
But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.
The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.
I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.
Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.
That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.
It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.
That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.
My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.
I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.
I sensed it too.
Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.
I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.
I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.
She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.
I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.
I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.
But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.
Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.
I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.
But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.
I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.
I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.
All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.
They were never married.
Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.
She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:
‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE… DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’
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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd
Sanā Rashīd just couldn’t stay awake any longer.
She didn’t care how mad her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, was going to be.
It didn’t make sense to her anyway why we all had to stay awake on the long drive from Pennsylvania to South Carolina.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was the only one doing the driving.
With a huff, Sanā Rashīd pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.
I glared at my live in relationship partner, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd out of the corner of my eye.
It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving.
I would love to drive myself but Sanā Rashīd’s insistence that she needed to talk with me something serious about her career, made it impossible.
It was why flying to visit her younger daughter at college in South Carolina made so much more sense but Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was being her usual martyr self and would rather complain about having to do all the work than take an easier way.
Glancing in the backseat, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter, Sanā Rashīd.
I smiled to myself when I realized she was sound asleep.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd would be pissed but I couldn’t care less.
At the next rest stop, I was going to tell Al Zubédah Al Waħīd I was getting in the back with Sanā Rashīd.
I could stretch out back there no matter how mad Al Zubédah Al Waħīd got.
What would she do?
Whine and complain?
She did that all the time anyway.
With a strange feeling of confusion, Sanā Rashīd awoke in the backseat.
She realized right away that we had stopped because she could smell the cheese chips Al Zubédah Al Waħīd snacked on and she knew we had been all gone before.
The next thing Sanā Rashīd realized was that I was across the seat from her, sound asleep.
She smiled at the nerve it took for him to stand up to Al Zubédah Al Waħīd.
I was a soft-spoken, laid-back man for the most part, wherever the welfare of womankind was concerned.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was just the opposite.
She deliberately imposed herself on Durgesh.
Sanā Rashīd’s Abbū, Åbdul Rashīd was one of the best friends Durgesh had.
He called her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, Bhābhījān.
Yet her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, never accepted Durgesh as her dutiful husband’s friend.
Even Sanā Rashīd could not avoid noticing it.
“Ammī,” Sanā Rashīd complained, “Keep yourself away from Durgesh.”
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd laughed.
“Sanā Rashīd,” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd countered back her twenty seven years old beautiful young daughter, “Why don’t you call him ‘uncle’, instead of ‘Durgesh’?”
“Isn’t he sixty five already? You are only twenty seven.”
“Nonsense,” Sanā Rashīd thrashed her Ammī, yet kept smiling cunningly.
“Why nonsense? Sanā Rashīd, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m your Ammī.”
“When you know I’m interested in the ever infamous Hindu scoundrel, why don’t you keep away?”
“Why the hell should I? Your Abbū can’t satisfy me sexually.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd blurted out ultimately.*
Sanā Rashīd often found herself cheering for me in the relationship because she felt Al Zubédah Al Waħīd often stepped all over me, taking undue advantage of my immense humanity and immense generosity to the entire womankind.
She ignored Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and lay down deliberately on my lap to get more comfortable.
In no time, she fell asleep once again.
I was having a most erotic dream.
I could feel pressure against my groin area, a warmth that was all but teasing me because it was so strange.
Fighting off sleep, I remembered that I was in the car with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and her eldest daughter.
Glancing down in the dark car, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter was asleep in my lap, her nose pressed against my groin.
Despite myself, I felt an erection begin.
I wasn’t sure if it was just the sight of her sweet little twenty eight-year-old daughter in my lap.
Nevertheless, I had to shift a bit due to the way my growing cock strained against my jeans.
I closed my eyes in an attempt to rid myself of the visual image of what was happening.
Waking up slowly, Sanā Rashīd felt something poking at her nose.
She opened her eyes and realized she had all but buried her face in my crotch.
Just when she was about to move away in embarrassment, however, she noticed my cock must have been hard the way it was straining against her face.
Sneaking a peak, she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were closed so I must have still been sleeping and not aware of my erection.
Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together.
With a start, Sanā Rashīd realized she was getting wet in her pussy from even this limited contact.
Could she risk taking this further?
With another peak at my closed eyes, she slowly reached a hand up to my zipper and gently pulled it down.
She thought she heard me gasp but when she looked up, my eyes were still shut as if in sleep.
Even her Ammī left her Abbū for it.
For it, or for Durgesh’s infinitely increasing already infinite money?
Durgesh’s incredible clandestine political and spiritual power?
They say Durgesh is immortal.
They even claim that Durgesh’s immortality is transferred to his women too when he fucks them.
I could barely take it any longer!
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter was touching my hard Hindu cock!
I wanted to moan aloud but of course alert being caught.
I couldn’t let things go any longer, though.
Slowly, I covered Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s fingers with my own.
She looked up at me with a start and this time I met her stare.
“You started this,” I told her with my eyes.
Slowly, her beautiful young smart eldest girl smiled at me.
Careful to keep my head down to hide my opened eyes and expression from Al Zubédah Al Waħīd in the front seat, I too smiled back at her.
Sanā Rashīd could hardly believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it.
After somewhat an hour of it, I was ready to explode already as Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter sucked and licked the end of my hard Hindu cock.
I cupped Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s pussy through her jeans and felt it wet and hot against my palm.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter managed to take more and more of my rock-like Uncut Hindu Dick into her young Musalmān mouth, more than even her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd ever had.
She rode my hand with abandon as it worked against her pussy.
We rested for a Moment in the backseat of the car while Al Zubédah Al Waħīd drove through the night without a clue as to the fact that her Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Cock was growing flaccid in her daughter’s mouth while her husband’s hand was nestled against her daughter’s incredibly wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Sanā Rashīd realized she must have drifted off again, so sated had she been in orgasmic bliss.
When next she became aware, it was daylight and she lay alone in the backseat of the car.
That’s when she realized we were at a hotel.
She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.
Inside, she found Al Zubédah Al Waħīd taking off her shoes and me just coming out of the shower.
Al Zubédah Al Waħīd glared at her.
“Well, look here. It’s sleeping beauty.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd shook her head and walked to her suitcase. “I’m going to take a long shower and then I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I don’t care what they two of you do but I know neither one of you need any sleep since you just got plenty.”
She slammed the door to the bathroom.
We faced each other across the now empty hotel room.
As soon as the water started inside the bathroom, the space between us vanished as we hurried to each other.
I swept a hand around Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s waist and lifted her so that her mouth met my in a hot, wet kiss.
Our tongue’s tangled as Sanā Rashīd’s legs came up around my waist.
I settled my hands on Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter’s sweet Musalmān ass and helped her to move against me.
I was rock hard once again.
Sanā Rashīd moaned.
“Please, fuck me, Durgesh,” she breathed against my mouth. “I too need to feel that hard utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside my now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. I want it to explode inside me just like before.”
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd, my sweetie, I want that too but I don’t know if we have time before your Ammī comes out,” I said with a hesitation somewhat.
She jumped down off me and gently pushed me onto the bed.
“We’ll listen for the shower to stop,” she told me, yanking her shirt over her head. “We can stop and then pick it up again when she falls asleep.”
Her bra left her beautiful body next and she loved the way my mouth seemed to water at the sight of her.
“I think we’ve already proven that we can be quiet.”
Pushing her jeans down her body, her panties went with them so that she stood completely naked in front of me, the ever infamous, yet always utmost wanted by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
“Please, Durgesh,” she asked sweetly.
All I could do was grin at her and hold out my hand.
She was on top of me in no time, both of us yanking at my clothes until I was naked as well.
My fingers found her first and dove in to find her hot and wet, making me moan.
“Oh, Sanā Rashīd,” I said again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sanā Rashīd lay down next to me and spread her legs.
She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her.
“I don’t care, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us both Ammī and daughter. I want you inside me. Put your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh darling. Please,” she begged.
I couldn’t refuse such a request so I angled myself over her, lowering between her spread legs.
Then, I entered her slowly, torturing us both with the blessed feelings.
When I felt her virginal Musalmān wall, I still not hesitated.
I never felt guilty about what I was about to do.
I was going to take Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s virginity.
When Sanā Rashīd raised her hips in wanton desire, even all of my hesitation, if there was somewhat, vanished and I slammed down into her.
Oh, it hurt.
I had a huge cock and Sanā Rashīd was a tiny girl.
Nevertheless, she quickly wrapped her legs around me, embracing the pain as it quickly led to pleasure.
She moaned and began to meet my powerful Hindu thrusts over and over again, begging me to keep fucking her.
“Durgesh darling, you’re so big and so hard inside me! Fuck me harder! Yes, Durgesh, I love you inside me. Cum in me, Durgesh. Please cum in me!” She wanted that hot Hindu cum in her more than she wanted to take her next breath.
Even if Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out of the bathroom at that very Moment, Sanā Rashīd wasn’t going to let me stop fucking her.
It felt so incredibly good and nothing was going to stop her from finding her fulfilment.
I couldn’t hold back and shot into her over and over as she moaned against me.
I stayed inside her and on top of her as we both fought to even our breathing.
I looked down at Sanā Rashīd.
“We can’t do this again, Sanā Rashīd.” I told her gravely.
She just smiled.
“Nonsense, Durgesh darling. Yes, we can. We can till we both exist.”
We both heard the shower stop then.
We had to scramble to put our clothes back on.
“I hope you two are having a grand time,” she told us with sarcasm.
Then, she flopped down and went to sleep.
Sanā Rashīd grinned at me.
I met her eyes boldly.
She smiled seductively once more.
Seducing me might be almost as fun for her as fucking me ultimately.
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4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Thank you that you cheated her
Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.
It was three weeks ago that she had found it.
Was it Islam?
Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.
Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.
She loved Durgesh instead.
Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.
“But why? When Islam prohibits…”
“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.
It went on indefinitely.
Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm
To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.
Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.
There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.
Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.
Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.
The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.
Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.
Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.
That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.
“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”
“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”
“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.
I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,
“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”
“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.
Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,
He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.
“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.
Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.
She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.
She still wore her power suit.
It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.
“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”
Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.
It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.
“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”
She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.
I was thoroughly confused.
“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”
I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.
I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.
The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.
Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.
She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.
Then she spread her knees apart.
My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.
I wasn’t a child.
I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.
Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.
Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.
“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.
She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.
“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”
My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.
“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”
I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.
I had utmost experiences already in these matters.
She sat up and started undoing her blouse.
With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.
They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.
Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.
“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”
Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.
Or seeing, for that matter.
I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.
I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.
At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.
Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.
Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.
Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.
“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”
Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.
“Yes,” he muttered, finally.
Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.
She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.
Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.
“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.
She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.
Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.
The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.
It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.
Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.
She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.
Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.
She needed it very much.
I was her first choice.
Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.
Yet now she was returning to her original choice.
“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.
I needed no further encouragement.
I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.
The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.
He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.
Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.
It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.
It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.
“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”
Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.
“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”
I smiled triumphantly,
Zāhid Altāf shrugged.
He didn’t utter a word.
“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”
I started thrusting, slowly at first.
The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.
Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.
I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.
The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.
“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.
I was never close to orgasm.
After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.
“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.
“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”
I came, hard.
“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.
I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.
Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.
She had waited for it for years.
I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.
She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.
“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.
Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.
“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.
Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.
It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.
I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.
“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.
She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.
“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.
The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.
“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”
Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.
Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.
It was his intense humiliation after all.
We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.
I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.
I tried getting up quietly.
I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.
“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”
“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Flowers never weigh
I said, taking her hand,
We began walking.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…
Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.
She loved Durgesh actually.
She loved Durgesh fucked her.
As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.
Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”
“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.
Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.
But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.
Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.
Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.
Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.
Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.
“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”
The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.
“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”
“Yes she can,” I laughed.
“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,
“Don’t you dare.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,
‘If you only knew.’
Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.
She loved to suck Cock.
She loved to have anal sex even.
When the kiss ended, I said,
“Well, that was unexpected.”
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.
Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.
They never needed to.
We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.
“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”
“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”
“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.
“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.
“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.
“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.
“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.
Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,
“Ready to go?”
“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.
“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.
How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?
It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.
But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.
Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.
Humanity couldn’t survive without it.
“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”
“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”
Muħammad Imrān said,
“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”
I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,
“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”
“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”
I had a big smile on my face.
Why the hell shouldn’t have I?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.
We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.
Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.
As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,
“Uncomfortable, my dear?”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.
I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…
I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.
“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.
“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.
“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.
She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.
It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.
Poor Muħammad Imrān.
I couldn’t enjoy it.
Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.
He was my friend’s son.
Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.
However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.
He wasn’t alone.
There were many reasons behind it.
They never took sex as seriously as I always did.
Yes, they hated me for it.
Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.
The damn fools.
They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.
I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.
I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.
It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.
We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.
Sex is divine otherwise.
It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.
It must be always respected as such.*
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”
“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.
“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”
“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.
It was a miracle for others.
Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.
The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.
It was the main problem of the losers ever.
They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.
Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,
His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.
Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.
“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.
“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.
So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.
“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.
Then suddenly I said,
“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.
“You have to pee, don’t you?”
“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.
What was coming over her?
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.
For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.
And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.
Both men were already in the car.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.
As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.
“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”
“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.
“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.
I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,
“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,
“Did you book us a hotel yet?”
Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,
“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.
“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.
“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.
“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*
“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.
“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,
“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”
“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.
“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.
“Sometimes,” I answered.
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Muħammad Imrān nodded,
He turned the radio back up as another eighties tune.
Bryan Adam’s ‘Summer of 69’, began.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there wondering what I was going to do next.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; secretly wishing I would take more control.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; worried that if I did take control Ħabībah Imrān would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse just inches away from Muħammad Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s will power not to moan, not to alert Muħammad Imrān to the Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse adultery Ħabībah Imrān was willingly committing with me.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was frustrated that I who had been so brazen to slide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her, was now just sitting there reading my kindle as if my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t buried deep in my Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex Box.
Ħabībah Imrān just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing herself to be teased like crazy, albeit enjoying my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not to moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Muħammad Imrān occasionally hit the warning bumps making Ħabībah Imrān’s body tremble and her pussy quake.
Muħammad Imrān startled Ħabībah Imrān.
Her head clouded, when Muħammad Imrān announced,
“Twelve miles to the next stop.”
This seemed to make me finally take control.
Ħabībah Imrān clenched her teeth to make sure she didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through Ħabībah Imrān.
Excitement at me finally taking control.
Humiliation at the fact Ħabībah Imrān was excited that I was taking control.
Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of Ħabībah Imrān’s being.
Frustration that I wasn’t fucking Ħabībah Imrān hard like Ħabībah Imrān liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.
Guilt as Ħabībah Imrān was allowing me to fuck her.
Ħabībah Imrān had only allowed me to penetrate her.
Ħabībah Imrān knew it was a technicality, but it was all Ħabībah Imrān had left to grasp to… And now even that was gone.
I let go of her hips, giving the decision to Ħabībah Imrān herself.
This was Ħabībah Imrān’s chance to stop this.
And Ħabībah Imrān did take control.
Although not as a Ħabībah Imrān, but as a horny Sex Obsessed Sex Addict.
Ħabībah Imrān continued the slow motion riding that I had been controlling.
Suddenly, it wasn’t I forcing Ħabībah Imrān to ride me, it was Ħabībah Imrān willingly riding me… although slowly, which only compounded Ħabībah Imrān’s frustration as Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān would never get off like this.
Ħabībah Imrān needed to ride it fast.
Ħabībah Imrān needed it slamming into me. Ħabībah Imrān didn’t make love, Ħabībah Imrān fucked.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.
Suddenly her phone, which Ħabībah Imrān had put on vibrate, buzzed in her hand.
Ħabībah Imrān looked at it.
‘Fuck, Ħabībah Imrān.
I love you, Ħabībah Imrān.’
Reading those words… reading the most sweet, endearing term for being Ħabībah Imrān… and Ħabībah Imrān was a mess.
Ħabībah Imrān loved me too.
And this… this… whatever this was… only enhanced Ħabībah Imrān’s love for me.
Ħabībah Imrān convinced herself that this wasn’t wrong!
How could something wrong feel so right?
Ħabībah Imrān was making me happy, which is the goal of every Ħabībah Imrān… every Ħabībah Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān struggled to text me too.
I’m going to come in you, Ħabībah Imrān.
Just ride me a bit faster, Ħabībah Imrān.
Please, Ħabībah Imrān!
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to make me happy.
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to get me off.
Ħabībah Imrān began riding me faster, grabbing the back of Muħammad Imrān’s seat slyly for support.
Ħabībah Imrān didn’t bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock like Ħabībah Imrān desperately wanted to do, but Ħabībah Imrān did move faster and did Ħabībah Imrān’s expert move that always got Muħammad Imrān off, as Ħabībah Imrān tightened Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles around my stiff Uncut Hindu Dick.
Ħabībah Imrān let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that her head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from Muħammad Imrān.
“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.
“Just really need to pee,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as I continued spewing inside her and Ħabībah Imrān milked me for all Ħabībah Imrān could.
“A couple of minutes,” he promised.
“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, “much longer and I may explode.”
“I’m doing the best I can, Ħabībah Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, knowing from years of travelling that when Ħabībah Imrān said Ħabībah Imrān had to pee… Ħabībah Imrān had to pee.
I began bucking her ass up, fucking Ħabībah Imrān now, making her tremble and gasp,
“Allah! Oh, God.”
“The car stop is in two miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, pointing to a sign.
“So close,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, again a double meaning to Ħabībah Imrān’s words, as Ħabībah Imrān desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.
Ħabībah Imrān could feel the rush rising in her, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when Ħabībah Imrān saw the one mile sign.
Urgency overwhelming her, Ħabībah Imrān had to have an orgasm, Ħabībah Imrān moved away from Muħammad Imrān, leaned back and began riding My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, while moving her hand to her clit.
Ħabībah Imrān could see the car stop in the distance, closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.
“Allah! God,” Ħabībah Imrān moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that Ħabībah Imrān assumed, Muħammad Imrān would know Ħabībah Imrān was coming right behind him.
Ħabībah Imrān was unable to not open her mouth as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, Ħabībah Imrān’s cum gushing out of me and onto My cock and lap as Ħabībah Imrān again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up,
Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to Muħammad Imrān.
Why would it?
Ħabībah Imrān was in the backseat with me, as Muħammad Imrān said, clearly worried about Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder, “Thirty seconds, honey.”
“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly replied, as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.
Ħabībah Imrān just closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through her, an orgasm as intense as any Ħabībah Imrān had ever experienced.
Partly because my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s; partly because of the taboo fact Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh himself; and partly because of the crazy reality Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked me in a car with Muħammad Imrān inches away, driving it.
Poor Muħammad Imrān.
He didn’t know what happened right behind himself.
When Muħammad Imrān pulled in and stopped, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm wasn’t complete.
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān had to look urgent, like Ħabībah Imrān could pee Herself at any Moment, so Ħabībah Imrān opened the door, more of Ħabībah Imrān’s cum leaking down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see me smiling at her, my package safe and sound in my shorts… although a very clear stain of evidence visible if Muħammad Imrān was to investigate.
Ħabībah Imrān scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of Ħabībah Imrān’s indiscretion and Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse act suddenly hitting her like the summer heat.
In… our… car!
With… Ħabībah Imrān’s… apparently oblivious Musalmān husband… inches… away!
Allah! Oh… my… God!
I… am… the… worst… Ħabībah Imrān… ever!
It was amazing!
Ħabībah Imrān may have been a bad wife, but Ħabībah Imrān was a very good Bahū Bégum!
Ħabībah Imrān got to the washroom and for the second time today Ħabībah Imrān wiped our cum off her legs.
What had come over her?
Why did Ħabībah Imrān let me do that to her?
Ħabībah Imrān could blame the confined space, but truthfully, nothing stopped her from pushing me out of her.
Suddenly, I texted her:
That was amazing, Ħabībah Imrān.
Ħabībah Imrān texted back, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm finally subsiding, as a wife:
That can’t happen again!!!
I didn’t respond.
So as Ħabībah Imrān finished cleaning up, Ħabībah Imrān texted again:
I again ignored the text.
Ħabībah Imrān calmed down physically and suddenly realized Ħabībah Imrān was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.
Ħabībah Imrān left the washroom and saw Muħammad Imrān and me chatting as we waited for her at a booth.
We ate lunch and although Ħabībah Imrān was anxiety riddled the entire time, I apparently had a poker face as I showed no inkling of what had transpired.
Ħabībah Imrān, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over her face.
Twice Muħammad Imrān asked if Ħabībah Imrān was okay.
Ħabībah Imrān just feigned hunger.
After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.
Muħammad Imrān had gassed up while Ħabībah Imrān was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.
Again, Ħabībah Imrān’s trepidation overwhelmed me.
Now what? How could Ħabībah Imrān sit on my lap again?
Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.
So, Ħabībah Imrān did.
Although this time, once the door was closed, Ħabībah Imrān positioned herself leaning against the door and stretched Ħabībah Imrān’s legs in between the two front seats.
Her pussy was impenetrable in this position.
Ħabībah Imrān had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.
And for an hour, it worked.
I read a new book and Ħabībah Imrān read the other new book.
Interestingly, Ħabībah Imrān and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favorite author even.
Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb.
Yet, even though Ħabībah Imrān was clearly uncomfortable Ħabībah Imrān didn’t reposition Herself, although Ħabībah Imrān did begin to squirm a bit.
Suddenly, my hand rested on Ħabībah Imrān’s knee, Ħabībah Imrān’s dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for me.
It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.
I did move my hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although I didn’t try to move higher when I returned my hand.
I seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on Ħabībah Imrān, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased her at all a few hours ago.
“How you guys doing back there?” Muħammad Imrān asked, a few minutes later.
“Ħabībah Imrān’s bum is numb,” Ħabībah Imrān joked, although it was the truth.
“A tourist stop in three miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”
“Sounds good,” Ħabībah Imrān said.
“Yeah, Ħabībah Imrān, I could use a stretch,” I agreed, looking at Ħabībah Imrān for the first time in the entire drive.
Ħabībah Imrān quickly looked away, like Ħabībah Imrān was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.
What had come over Ħabībah Imrān?
Even though Ħabībah Imrān had told me it couldn’t happen again.
Even though I seemed to be respecting Ħabībah Imrān’s assertion.
Ħabībah Imrān suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that I was ignoring her… Ħabībah Imrān felt fifteen again.
Ħabībah Imrān just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.
Once stopped, Ħabībah Imrān shifted around as Ħabībah Imrān’s back was at the door.
Ħabībah Imrān’s first thought was ‘how long has I been hard?’
Ħabībah Imrān’s second thought was ‘why was it hard?’
Ħabībah Imrān’s third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”
Ħabībah Imrān’s fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’
Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.
Ħabībah Imrān stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“So do you guys want to go for a hike?”
“How long?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.
I walked over to the map and said,
“There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”
“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” Ħabībah Imrān answered.
Muħammad Imrān said,
“Ħabībah Imrān, I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”
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By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people.
A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.
Muħammad Imrān tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.
Ħabībah Imrān finally suggested,
“Durgesh and Ħabībah Imrān could squeeze back there together.”
“For sixteen hours?” Muħammad Imrān asked.
“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” Ħabībah Imrān shrugged.
“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, always annoyed by how often Ħabībah Imrān made him stop.
He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of person, while Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.
Ħabībah Imrān turned to me.
We both were slim.
“Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your friend’s Bahū Bégum, Ħabībah Imrān?”
“Sixteen hours only?” Ħabībah Imrān smiled cunningly, “If she is ready Ħabībah Imrān can spend my entire life with her.”
Muħammad Imrān retorted,
“Nonsense, Ħabībah Imrān is your Bahū Bégum too. My Abbū is your friend, he claims. To the extent he deputed you to represent himself always as far as my matters are concerned. He still hates me despite Ammī has taken an oath with her right hand on Al Qur’an Al Karīm that you aren’t my real father.”
“My son can’t be an Islamic State of Iraq and Syria agent.” Ħabībah Imrān said curtly.
“They can’t prove it ever. Your Naréndr Modī is anti-Muslim.”
“Be careful with that attitude,” Ħabībah Imrān shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”
Ħabībah Imrān should note it was a very hot August day and Ħabībah Imrān was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.
We all did one more pee check, which Ħabībah Imrān, of course, did, and Ħabībah Imrān and Ħabībah Imrān squeezed into the spot made for one.
Muħammad Imrān asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”
My elbow poking Ħabībah Imrān’s breast, Ħabībah Imrān quipped,
“Like a cow on a train.”
I smiled, shifting more, which led to even more pressure on Ħabībah Imrān’s left breast.
We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when Ħabībah Imrān said, “This isn’t working.”
“You don’t like being a sardine?” I asked, as I stopped reading on my IPad, like Ħabībah Imrān too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.
“Not particularly,” Ħabībah Imrān nodded, as Ħabībah Imrān moved and suggested, “Maybe Ħabībah Imrān can just sit on your lap for a while.”
“Okay,” I nodded.
Ħabībah Imrān moved onto my lap and sighed,
“Now that is much better.”
“Agreed,” I said, smiling cunningly.
Muħammad Imrān didn’t approve of it.
Nevertheless, he controlled himself.
He could never believe it was as platonic as his wife was feigning it to be.
Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t so innocent.
Neither was I.
“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.
At thirty-six, Ħabībah Imrān was still in great shape.
Ħabībah Imrān was slim with big breasts, a firm Musalmān ass and legs.
Selling real estate Ħabībah Imrān knew that Ħabībah Imrān’s looks played a key role in Ħabībah Imrān’s sales.
Sex sells, always has, always will.
So Ħabībah Imrān dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four-inch heels.
Ħabībah Imrān’s 38d natural Musalmān breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped her close more deals then the actual real estate Ħabībah Imrān was selling.
“Certainly not, my dear,” I answered, shifting slightly, “Flowers don’t weigh ever.”
She laughed at me.
Muħammad Imrān again controlled himself.
He knew he couldn’t do anything else.
Ħabībah Imrān was a sexiest woman.
Muħammad Imrān could never satisfy her sexually.
He suspected Ħabībah Imrān was fucking me clandestinely.
Nevertheless, Muħammad Imrān could not afford to divorce her.
She was an immensely successful Business Woman.
Muħammad Imrān needed her money immensely.
As we drove, after a few minutes Ħabībah Imrān noticed two things:
1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as Ħabībah Imrān was now sitting on My lap, Ħabībah Imrān’s thin thong the only thing stopping Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān vagina from being directly on me.
Ħabībah Imrān had complimented me frequently on my summer reformation.
Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, Ħabībah Imrān realized I was indeed a man as Ħabībah Imrān could feel my definitely erect Uncut Hindu Cock directly under her.
Ħabībah Imrān considered moving, but was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān acted as if she could feel my Hindu erection.
So, instead, Ħabībah Imrān tried to control the bouncing by putting her hands on the top of the seat in front of her.
Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān should move, yet Ħabībah Imrān still seemed frozen in place.
Partly, because Ħabībah Imrān was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position Ħabībah Imrān was in.
For twenty minutes, Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy rested on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock , which never shrunk, while talking to Muħammad Imrān as much as Ħabībah Imrān could to distract her from the awkward situation Ħabībah Imrān was in.
Finally, Ħabībah Imrān saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.
Ħabībah Imrān accidentally moaned.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“I just need to stretch,” Ħabībah Imrān answered, Ħabībah Imrān’s face burning red at the reality that Ħabībah Imrān was getting horny from sitting on me.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I could grab a drink,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.
“Me too,” Ħabībah Imrān agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.
Once he rolled to a stop, Ħabībah Imrān joked to me,
“Durgesh, I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”
“No, Ħabībah Imrān, I was enjoying the ride,” I answered, yet my tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.
Ħabībah Imrān’s already flushed face went a shade redder as Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.
She was not sure if Ħabībah Imrān’s face could go any redder, but as I got out and stood up two things were apparent:
1. My Hindu erection poking out if my shorts.
2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.
Ħabībah Imrān turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān pussy juice was on my shorts.
Once inside, Ħabībah Imrān pulled her panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.
Now Ħabībah Imrān should note Ħabībah Imrān got wet easily and was quite a flooder when Ħabībah Imrān got off.
Ħabībah Imrān also had a ferocious sexual appetite that Muħammad Imrān could seldom feed completely… thus Ħabībah Imrān had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete.
Ħabībah Imrān had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that Ħabībah Imrān could wear while out, which was in Her purse, and Ħabībah Imrān’s newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.
Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had her already revved up and Ħabībah Imrān came in no time at all.
Her pussy juice leaked down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg and Ħabībah Imrān awkwardly cleaned herself up with toilet paper.
Once recovered, Ħabībah Imrān also wiped her panties.
Ħabībah Imrān tried to make them less damp.
But after putting them on all Ħabībah Imrān could still feel was her humiliating wetness.
Usually, Ħabībah Imrān loved sex.
Instead, Ħabībah Imrān put the sexy wet thong in her purse, and went to the sink to wash her hands and legs.
Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all Ħabībah Imrān could do was wash her hands thoroughly to hide the scent of Ħabībah Imrān’s own cum.
Leaving the washroom, Ħabībah Imrān decided there was no way Ħabībah Imrān would sit back on my lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side.
Ħabībah Imrān purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.
‘Fuck’, Ħabībah Imrān sighed as the summer heat pounded on us.
It was a fucking sauna out there.
Ħabībah Imrān planned to try to get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was Ħabībah Imrān going to explain that?
Muħammad Imrān and I were leaning on the car, chatting; when Ħabībah Imrān walked over.
“So, under fourteen hours left,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, with a playful smile.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”
Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of her, but I seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.
Ħabībah Imrān joked, realizing only after Ħabībah Imrān said it that it only added to the innuendo if I was implying any,
“Yes, it is some quality our bonding.”
“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” Muħammad Imrān added. “No way can Ħabībah Imrān fit back there with anybody.”
That was true.
Muħammad Imrān was a bigger man and there was no way Ħabībah Imrān or I would fit side by side or on my lap.
Nope, Ħabībah Imrān still had just under fourteen hours with me in the backseat.
The next few without any underwear.
I got back in the car first and patted my lap.
Ħabībah Imrān was supposed to go in first and suggested,
“Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”
“It’s okay, Ħabībah Imrān,” I said, patting my lap again.
“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked, knowing Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t wearing any panties and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.
“Side by side is too tight,” I replied.
“Oh Ħabībah Imrān, you’re light. I’ve already said, ‘Flowers never weigh’. Haven’t I?”
“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked again, still tentative, as Ħabībah Imrān looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on my shorts as well as the clear outline of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock … which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.
“Ħabībah Imrān, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, my word choice odd.
Naughty Ħabībah Imrān also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good Ħabībah Imrān in her responded,
“If you’re sure Ħabībah Imrān won’t smother you.”
“Ħabībah Imrān, I can handle whatever you give me.”
So Ħabībah Imrān sat back on my lap, my words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto my leg and avoiding my crotch.
For half an hour, Ħabībah Imrān sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I stated, while lifting her up slightly,
“We need to change positions.”
For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, Ħabībah Imrān kept feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock seem to flinch, which made Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tremble and get excessively wet.
Muħammad Imrān asked,
“Comfortable back there?”
“It’s tight, Muħammad Imrān, but good.”
“You okay, Ħabībah Imrān?” Muħammad Imrān asked, as Ħabībah Imrān felt her wetness leak out of her slightly.
“I’m good,” Ħabībah Imrān responded.
Ħabībah Imrān wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt Ħabībah Imrān had created more wetness on My crotch and if Ħabībah Imrān moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to her, but at the Moment it was Ħabībah Imrān’s kryptonite.
“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Muħammad Imrān said.
“No worries,” Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to be causal.
“Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”
“The air is on full,” Muħammad Imrān said, and Ħabībah Imrān indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below.
This time my words were definitely implied innuendo. I was flirting with Ħabībah Imrān.
“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s Ħabībah Imrān’s body on mine,” I said, as I again flicked my Uncut Hindu Cock directly against Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy… the intent now definitely clear.
My words also had two very different meanings.
After another minute, I asked,
“Can you turn the radio up?”
“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Muħammad Imrān responded.
“That’s okay,” I said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”
“It’s the eye of the tiger,” Muħammad Imrān sang, as he turned up the radio to the survivor tune.
I was on my phone. Suddenly her phone vibrated.
Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny it…
Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly aroused.
Perplexed, Ħabībah Imrān clicked on it.
Why are you not wearing panties?
Ħabībah Imrān gasped again.
Although this time, the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear it.
Ħabībah Imrān didn’t know what to say.
A second message followed.
Why are you so wet?
Ħabībah Imrān still didn’t know what to say.
Ħabībah Imrān was paralyzed with indecision.
Obviously, Ħabībah Imrān should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly horny, and she was not thinking like a wife but as a wanton woman.
As Ħabībah Imrān stared at her phone, shocked by my brazen words, and yet equally turned on, Ħabībah Imrān was startled as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lifted her up.
Ħabībah Imrān leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping Muħammad Imrān’s chair.
Muħammad Imrān looked back and Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to act casual even as Ħabībah Imrān’s mind was mush,
“Sorry, just changing positions.”
“Sorry about this,” Muħammad Imrān apologized.
Ħabībah Imrān yelped in surprise and Muħammad Imrān asked, as he turned down the radio,
“Yes, I just got poked,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through Ħabībah Imrān as My, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, which felt bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s, was buried in Ħabībah Imrān, my hands firmly on Her hips holding her in place.
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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. Ou