1: Of my Musalmān friends
It was dark out when I pulled into the driveway.
I staggered out of my car to the front door and rang the doorbell.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, answered the door.
When she saw me, she threw herself at me and gave me a big hug.
Her hands roamed my body as we hugged, but I didn’t think anything of it.
“Durgesh! We’ve missed you so much! Welcome home,” she said.
“Hi, Bhābhījān. I missed you guys too,” I replied as I pried her arms off me.
“Come on in. I’m cleaning up dinner, your Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān is watching the game on TV, and your ‘wife’, Al Nādirah Al Salāħuddīn Al Saåīd, is away at summer camp until tomorrow,” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, said as she waved me in.
I followed her into the cozy house and into the kitchen.
In the light, her jaw-dropping tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was illuminated.
Long blonde hair draped over the back of her pink V-neck shirt, the fabric stretching over her hourglass figure.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s firm DD tits jutted out from her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
A short blue jean skirt hugged her round perfect Musalmān ass.
Her long, tan legs supported her 5’6″ build.
She had the body of a swimsuit model and worked hard to maintain it.
It wasn’t until around my second year with that family, I noticed how attractive Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was.
I thought about having sex with Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, myself!
Well, she was my friend’s Bhābhījān.
Despite she flirted with me every now and then, I still tolerated her advances.
I was already fucking almost every beautiful Musalmān houselady of this household except Ammījān, Āmnah Saåīd and Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, specifically.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān loved me more than even his real younger brother, Aslam Saåīd.
“Oh come on! These referees are blind!” Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān shouted from the den, making his presence known.
I peeked my head into the room and said,
He turned the TV off, got up and gave me a strong handshake.
I could see that he had gained quite a few pounds since my departure.
He had grown a scruffy beard and looked grumpy.
Well, he was an ardent religious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.
“How are you?” he asked.
“Tired, but doing well.”
“Good to hear it. Sorry I can’t stay and chat, but I’ve got work in the morning. I have to go to bed.” Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān said.
Although I was slightly uncomfortable I couldn’t talk more with him, I said goodnight and he lumbered upstairs.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, looked saddened at the lack of communication between her husband and I.
She never appreciated Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s keeping such a distance with me.
She thought despite his ostensible love to me, actually Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān still thought I could stop what Al Farzānah Al Rashīd did so openly, so ceremoniously, to disgrace his younger brother, Al Aslam Al Saåīd.
Yes, I could not stop Al Farzānah Al Rashīd fucking me, she offered herself to me as my 64th birthday present, but the fuck party…
After a Moment of silence, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār said,
“It’s late. I think I’m going to go to bed as well. I put clean blankets and pillows on your bed for you. It’s great to have you home again, Durgesh. Goodnight.”
I headed for bed myself after she brought my bags in and unpacked.
That night, I stayed up late recalling the rough history of my ever dominant sexual relationship with the entire Al Saåīd family.
It was a large family.
This entire sector of Ved Nagar actually belonged to Al Saåīd family.
Anybody could tell that Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was lonely in a failing marriage. Her normal, happy attitude changed into a sad, depressed one.
The love they shared was lost.
Their relationship seemed distant.
They lived their own separate worlds. Eventually, I dozed off.
I awoke in the middle of the night to use the bathroom.
As I walked down the hallway, I heard moans coming from her room.
The door was cracked open just enough that I could peek in.
I wasn’t prepared to stumble upon them having sex.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was lying on her back on the bed.
I could only see her legs wrapped around Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s ass, pulling him into her as he fucked her.
As I secretly watched, my own Uncut Hindu Cock came to life, involuntarily, and tented in my shorts.
I quietly slipped my shorts off was about to control myself when Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān grunted and began to flop on Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, like a fish.
It had barely been a minute since I started watching.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān rolled off Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, and I could see the look of annoyance on her face.
She didn’t say a word even though I could tell she wanted to scream at him.
When I turned back, I realized my shorts were still around my ankles and my Uncut Hindu Cock was shrinking.
I pulled them up, went to the bathroom, and headed straight back to bed.
The minute I got back in my own room, I had the vision of Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I imagined fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and filling her with my potent Hindu seed.
The thrill of seeing Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, like that was like nothing I’d ever felt before; It was unreal.
I woke up the next morning to the smell of bacon.
I tossed on a pair of shorts and a T-shirt and headed downstairs.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān sat in his usual chair at the end of the dining table, sipping hot coffee and reading the newspaper.
He was already dressed in his suit for work and his briefcase rested on the ground next to him.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was in front of the stove, cooking sizzling bacon and making scrambled eggs.
She was wearing another one of her skimpy little outfits; I’ve taken a notice to them in the past few years.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, was wearing a white low cut top that exposed a lot of cleavage and a pink skirt that was so short that when she bent over the stove, I could see her yellow panties.
Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān didn’t even notice her sexy outfit.
He was a good man.
He was a gentleman.
And no good man, no gentleman, was required to notice these dirty things.
It harmed his gentle manhood.
I said good morning to them both and sat down at the table.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, served me breakfast and sat down between Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān and I.
She kept looking at me with thirsty-eyes, but I disregarded it.
We all silently ate our breakfast.
After ten minutes or so, Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān glanced up at the clock and began to panic.
“Shit! I’m going to be late. I have to go. Bye!” he shouted as he scooped up his briefcase and ran out the door.
“Have a good day!” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, shouted out, but he was long gone.
She turned her head back towards me and asked,
“What do you want to do today, Chhoŧé Miyān?”
I thought for a minute and replied,
“I’m not sure. Did you have anything in mind?”
“Let’s watch a movie,” she suggested, “My choice which one we watch though.”
“Alright. That’s fine.”
We went into the den and Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, said,
“Sit while I find the movie to watch.”
I smiled, nodded my approval, and took a seat on the couch.
I watched Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, walk over to the rack we kept our DVDs in.
She leisurely bent over, reading the titles.
Each time she reached down for another case, she dropped her shapely Musalmān ass lower.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, ended up squatting as she searched for a DVD.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, didn’t find the movie she was looking for in the rack so she sauntered over to a bin of discs we put our other DVDs in.
As she stood there, she began to sway her big heavy perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks slowly from side to side as she sifted through the numerous movies we owned.
I was mesmerized by the sight of her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The image of her from last night popped into my head and I pictured her totally naked.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir.
Finally, she plucked out a movie and tossed the disc in the DVD player.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, moved her big heavy perfectly round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks seductively as she strolled back to the couch.
She plopped down right next to me and reached across my body for the remote control on the other side of the couch.
Her arms were not long enough to reach it, so she stretched across my body even more.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s low-cut shirt gave me a perfect view of her tits.
The view did nothing to stop the growth of the swell in my shorts.
I was slightly let down when she finally reached the remote and sat back up.*
The movie was decent.
It was about some guy who was trying to rescue his kidnapped girlfriend from savage guerilla fighters.
Around halfway through the movie, my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, put her head on my shoulder and draped her arm over my chiseled chest.
Taking the opportunity to touch her, I wrapped my arm around her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body , holding her against me.
She smiled and seemed to like that.
I could feel the side of her breast move alongside my body with her every breath.
She wasn’t wearing a bra and I could clearly see her dark areolas and nipples poking through her tight, white shirt.
Every few seconds I’d sneak a peek at her breasts.
A huge bulge had formed in my pants and was hard to the extent that it ached.
I was gazing upon her incredible body when I heard moaning. I
looked up in horror to see that the movie had a sex scene in it.
The girl in the movie was blowing the guy.
I held my breath in hopes that the scene would just end before the couple went any further.
They both stripped down and the guy began to eat the girl out.
I felt my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, fidget a little and out of my peripheral vision, I saw her hand sneak between her thighs.
The sight of everything around me was too much.
I was above and beyond aroused.
I was trying to stay as still as possible, praying that my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, didn’t see the huge swell in my groin.
My heart stopped for a second when she moved again, this time sliding her hand from my chest down to my thigh.
I was absolutely startled.
She was bound to notice my Hindu erection by now.
My doubts became reality when she moved her hand a bit and touched the edge of my hard-on through the fabric.
We both froze for a second.
To my complete surprise, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, began a rubbing motion on my Hindu crotch with her delicate Musalmān hand.
My Uncut Hindu Lund ached even more when she did this.
I glanced back up at the TV.
The two in the movie were humping away at each other.
Suddenly, I felt my Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hand leave my thigh.
I looked down to see what she was doing when I saw her face gleaming up at me with a smile I’d never seen before.
Her eyes gazed deep into mine.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s face slowly leaned towards mine and I naturally leaned into her.
Our lips parted instinctively then collided in a lustful kiss.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s lips were warm and her breath was minty fresh.
Her tongue darted into my mouth.
Our tongues found each other and intertwined.
That kiss was much different from the love pecks on the cheek we gave each other before.
Using the hand she rubbed me with, Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, expertly pulled off her skirt, never missing a beat in our passionate kiss.
My hands roamed over her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body , feeling her stunning figure.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, abruptly parted her lips from mine and effortlessly yanked off her T-shirt.
A few strands of silky blonde hair fell in front of her face.
Her heavy breasts hung free and her perky nipples pressed against my torso.
Beside me, my gorgeous Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, wore nothing but her sopping yellow panties.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, pressed her tits together and asked.
“Do you like what you see?”
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, too smiled mischievously, then leaned into my ear and whispered,
“Better than the view from last night?”
I exerted my full strength not to be froze in embarrassment and guilt.
Yet, my face got hot.
She caught me!
Still stunned, I nodded yes.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, once again smiled the way I hadn’t seen before.
It was a face filled with passion and lust.
Staring into my eyes the whole time, she got up from the couch and knelt in front of my crotch.
Is this really happening?
I’d wanted Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, for so long but in that Moment it seemed so unreal, so wrong.
But why was it wrong?
She needed sex.
She married Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān for it.
What the hell else could she do, instead of going to some other competent man for it, if her husband could not provide it to her optimum.
Yes, it was wrong.
But who was wrong?
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār?
Why not Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān was wrong?
And if Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān was wrong, why the hell Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, should suffer for Al Akaram Al Saåīd Bhāījān’s mistake?
She’s my real Bhābhījān.
She was my friend’s Bhābhījān, not mine.
I only called her ‘Bhābhījān’, because she was related with my friend so.
Al Fajir Al Vaqār loved me though.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, somehow sensed my uncertainty and said,
“Allah, God, Durgesh, I’ve wanted you for so long. It’s been hell keeping my hands off you because you’re a friend of my brother in law. I can’t take it anymore! I have to have you.”
I was taken aback by her statement.
Before I could reply, she was already tugging on the waistband of my shorts.
I lifted myself up for her to pull them off.
As she pulled them over my crotch, my fully erect Uncut Hindu Lund sprung from its cage nearly hitting her in the face.
Unfazed, she continued to tug them right off my feet.
I ripped off my shirt and threw it aside.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s face returned to my lap.
Her eyes grew wide in awe at the size of my eight inch Uncut Hindu Lund.
She smiled as she spoke softly, “Is this big dick for me?”
“Uhhhh….umm,” I smiled.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, giggled playfully at my attempt to answer.
“I can’t wait to feel this giant Uncut Hindu Lund in my mouth,” she teased.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s fingers wrapped around the tip of my hard-on and she ran her hand down to the base, and then back up to my Uncut Hindu Lundhead again.
Pre-cum oozed out from the tip.
Her fingers clenched around my Uncut Hindu Lund and stroked it a couple more times, coating the shaft in my pre-cum before she eagerly lowered her head to it.
Her tongue flicked out and licked the tip.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s lips moved even closer and kissed its purple head, sending a wave of pleasure through my Hindu body.
Her bright blue eyes looked up at me as into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, without warning, engulfed my throbbing Hindu manhood.
She consumed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm Musalmān mouth like a pro.
Her tongue swirled around my Hindu shaft as she tasted me, for the first time.
Into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth seemed bottomless until my Uncut Hindu Lund hit the back of her throat.
“Ooooooooooohhhhh Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār,! That feels so good,” I moaned.
She hummed on my Uncut Hindu Lund, “Mmmmmmmmmmm!”
I shuddered at the overwhelming feelings she was causing me.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, frantically bobbed into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up and down my Hindu shaft.
One hand massaged my Hindu balls while her other frigged her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot through her soaking wet panties.
I pulled the stands of hair out of her face and gently held it behind her head, guiding her movements.
Muffled moans escaped into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
My pre-cum was pouring down her throat as she doused my Hindu shaft in saliva.
Her pink Musalmān cheeks were hollowed out sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund for all it was worth.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, brought her full, red lips off my Uncut Hindu Lund with a pop and turned her head to the side.
Her tongue ran down the sensitive underside of my Hindu manhood to my balls.
She clutched my Hindu shaft in both hands and furiously jerked me off as she sucked my delicate Hindu balls into her hungry Musalmān mouth.
“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” I groaned as my head fell back into the couch cushion and my eyes rolled back.
She removed my hairy Hindu balls from her warm Musalmān mouth and in a hoarse voice said,
“Do you like it when Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, sucks your big, juicy Hindu balls? Talk sexy to me, Durgesh. Talk sexy to your Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, while she sucks your big, hot Uncut Hindu Lund!”
I’d never talked sexy with her ever before, despite she had even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund impishly every now and then under the disguise that she was flirting with me.
“Deepthroat my Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fajir Al Vaqār!”
“Ohhhhhh…that gets me so fucking wet!” she moaned.
Her hands dropped to my knees to hold her up.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s head moved back to the sensitive, purple tip and rapidly slid my throbbing Hindu manhood back into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue swirled around my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly.
Saliva ran down her face as she continued pleasuring my Hindu member.
I drove my hips forward, jamming my Uncut Hindu Lund down her throat.
The sheer girth of my Uncut Hindu Lund cut off her airways and choked her for air.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s nostrils flared while I held her face there for a few seconds before she pried herself loose, gasping for oxygen.
Before she could fully catch her breath, I separated Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s long, blonde hair down the middle and wrapped her hair around each of my wrists.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s hair was like a horse’s bridle.
I had full control of her movements.
I pulled her face towards my crotch and launched my Uncut Hindu Lund forward into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I forced every inch of my Hindu manhood down her throat.
The tip of her nose pressed against my shaven pubic hair.
I held her head on me for another few seconds before releasing my grasp on her.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, struggled for air Momentarily.
When she caught her breathe, I started to violently fuck her mouth.
I lifted my hips from the couch with each thrust, plowing my raging Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm Musalmān mouth.
“You like sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you, Al Fajir Al Vaqār?” I growled.
“Mhhmmmm” Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, hummed on my Uncut Hindu Lund, sending jolts of pleasure through me.
Her hand was back to fiddling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely attractive Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I started to feel my impending orgasm, so I let go of her head and let her slow the pace down.
Her sparkling blue eyes stared up at me as she slid my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her slippery Musalmān mouth.
She skillfully pressed my Uncut Hindu Lund against her cheek while she sucked and she used her free hand to cradle my balls in her fingers.
I glanced up at the TV once more just in time to see the couple climaxing.
The credits began to roll as I felt the tingling sensation in my balls, building me up towards my own orgasm.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, shoved into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down on my Uncut Hindu Lund and pulled it back out making popping noises each time her lips left the purplish head.
In between deepthroats, she managed to say,
“Do you……want to…..blow your big load…..in Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār’s, my mouth?”
“Yeah! Sure, Sālī! Why not? If you are enjoying it, what the hell do you think, I don’t?” I laughed.
Bhābhījān, Al Fajir Al Vaqār, groaned,
“Allah! What a damnfool I was.”
“What do you mean, Mérī Jān!?”
“Whenever I teased you by grabbing your Uncut Hindu Lund you pinched my boobs and buttocks. But I always thought you were only responding to my advances doing me a favor. You didn’t really mean it. I should have gone further and undressed you.”
I winked at her,
“Well, better late than never, darling.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
1: Of my Musalmān friends
“Durgesh, there’s three types of women.”
‘Oh joy, more words of wisdom from the blowhard,’ I thought as I wondered what dumb nonsense was my friend, Aslam Saåīd, about to espouse. Still I was required to ask, “What’s that Aslam Saåīd?”
Smiling, since he loves that even I use his ridiculous nickname, he answered,
“First, there’s the women that let you fuck them. These are the ones that act as if they are doing you a favor as they just lay there. Basically, they are the dead fish you sometimes hear about.” Looking at me, I silently nodded my head.
“Second, are the ones that work with you. They’ll help you row the boat into the port; most times, you’ll have to be in charge but they participate in the activities.
“Third, are the ones who will fuck you. Those are the crazy bitches where sex is a competition, it’s a battle for dominance, it’s a challenge to see who will cum first, except you lose if you cum first. All they care about is satisfying their needs and don’t care about yours.”
Silently I rolled my eyes, thinking ‘whatever’ but resisted the urge to say it.
When I didn’t respond to his pearls of wisdom, Aslam Saåīd returned his focus back to what we were doing ̶ skeet shooting.
Aslam Saåīd and I were on the back edge of the large patio in the rear of the manor on our estate.
Aslam Saåīd yelled,
“Pull” and I sent two clay pigeons soaring into the air.
Aslam Saåīd raised his British made Purdey over/under shotgun and tracked the first.
I watched as Aslam Saåīd fired, turning the disc into dust before quickly refocusing on the second disc while it was beginning its descend.
Firing, I silently scoffed as Aslam Saåīd merely chipped an edge off it and he violently barked, “DAMMIT.”
To further tweak my friend, Aslam Saåīd, I asked, as he broke open his shotgun to clear the barrels, “By the way, which one does Farzānah Rashīd fall into.”
“Sadly, my wife, Farzānah Rashīd, falls into the first category,” he glumly answered.
‘Somehow, I doubt that…’ I thought. ‘…Most likely you just can’t deliver the goods.’ Readying my American made Browning Golden Clays, Monte Carlo over/under 12 gauge shotgun I yelled, “Pull.”
Bringing my weapon up and locking it into the sweet spot in the crux of my shoulder within the blink of an eye, I instantly tracked the first disc and pulverized it.
Swinging over to the second, I spied it as it was still ascending.
As it hovered that split-second at the top of its apex where it transfers from climbing to falling I never let that happen as I turned it to dust.
“Well I win again. Huh, old man?” I amusedly watched as Aslam Saåīd’s nostrils flared in fury.
I knew Aslam Saåīd hated that I could best him, especially as he was a fanatical huntsmen and I could be described as disinterested.
I knew that it enraged him that his years of experience and constant practice weren’t enough against my ever youthful reflexes and superior eye/hand coordination developed more by video games than by handling firearms.
I knew that Aslam Saåīd detested the fact that at 51 his star was waning while even at 64, my star was on the ever rise.
I found this all quite amusing and while I did my best to try an’ hide it, cordially, we both knew I wasn’t always successful.
I didn’t always think this way about my friend, Aslam Saåīd.
In fact, there was a time I even praised him and hung on his every word.
Farzānah Rashīd never approved of it,
“Your friend, Aslam Saåīd, is a fraud, Durgesh.”
I was careful.
My long experiences with my Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives was different somewhat.
Most of them were either after sex with me to satisfy their abnormal sexual lust or after my money, my multi zillions.
They blamed my Musalmān friends to get my sympathy.
They were not bold enough to divorce my Musalmān friends who were their husbands and join my sex life boldly and sincerely.
When I investigated, in most of the cases I found out the incompetence of my Musalmān friends was exaggerated out of proportions.
Aslam Saåīd was the third child of Niranjan Sharmā and Āmnah Saåīd, an affluent and influential family.
He embraced his Ammī’s religion and name, instead of his father’s.
Āmnah Saåīd barely knew his older siblings as his older brother was ten years older than him, while his sister was almost nine years older.
Obviously Āmnah Saåīd was an unexpected surprise being born when Niranjan Sharmā was 35 and his Āmnah Saåīd was 31.
Perhaps because of this fact as a kid Āmnah Saåīd got to tag along with me, his friend, and he thought that was awesome
Over the years, Farzānah Rashīd and I have also become pals.
We don’t just spend all our time with football; that isn’t our only bond.
No, instead we often spend many nights in the TV room playing video games, watching movies or just watching television shows.
And we’ve become comfortable with and around each other.
I loved being allowed to stay up watching TV with his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, and would often fall asleep right there in the TV room.
Farzānah Rashīd would let me sleep until gently waking me when she was done for the night and we’d head up to our bedrooms.
As Āmnah Saåīd grew older the roles began to reverse where Āmnah Saåīd was the one up late watching the end of a baseball, basketball or hockey game that started on the West coast or catching the late edition of SportsCenter or whatever.
Also somewhere along the way we began sharing the same sofa lying together as we watched TV.
Often, Āmnah Saåīd would be massaging her shoulders, rubbing her feet or brushing her hair.
But many times we were just sharing each other’s company.
While I, of course, enjoyed having this supple female lying next to me, or even against me, in truth I never thought it as odd because she was so open about it, even doing so when I’d have friends over.
Yet I knew I needed to hide the fact that I found his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, so sexually desirable.
Aslam Saåīd could not have digested it.
In some ways the close proximity to her only fueled my lust.
Often, I had to remain vigilant not to succumb to my desire to touch her, to feel her, to taste her.
I learned how to be circumspect when hiding my raging hard-on while she was right next to me.
The biggest change was whereas before Farzānah Rashīd would wake me before heading up to bed herself, now with her asleep against me when Āmnah Saåīd was done for the night I’d just simply mute the TV and crash out there on the sofa with her.
At first my friend, Aslam Saåīd, would look in on us, but now this is so routine that Aslam Saåīd didn’t even bother.
And so, Farzānah Rashīd and I have slept together in the TV room more nights than not.
Yes, I was surprised at their so much liberty to me, with Farzānah Rashīd, despite my reputation that there was no Musalmān Beauty, not even a single one, that was so intimate with me, and I never fucked her.
Sooner or later, every Musalmān Beauty so intimate with me, had fucked me too, eventually, ultimately.
Yet, Aslam Saåīd never suspected Farzānah Rashīd and my intimacy to be ultimate intimacy too.
This brings us to the day before my 64th birthday.
After plying Star Wars Battlefront II against his wife, Farzānah Rashīd, and getting beaten and pummeled worse than Āmnah Saåīd beat Aslam Saåīd at skeet shooting she got to select what to watch tonight.
So Āmnah Saåīd was feigning interest in another tedious and predictable Lifetime movie.
Āmnah Saåīd was sort of resting comfortably sitting/sprawled on the sofa and Farzānah Rashīd was lying on the rest of the sofa with her using my thigh as a pillow for her head.
She was wearing a simple loose fitting white linen blouse and a pair of casual black wool slacks.
Having kicked off her shoes, her bare feet faintly glowed from the light of the TV.
Basically it was just another night.
“So Durgesh, are you excited about tomorrow?” she asked without turning her head away from the TV.
“Why, what’s tomorrow?” Āmnah Saåīd genuinely asked.
I knew it was my birthday but at this point in my life my attitude was ‘Big Deal.’
While girls and women make a big deal about birthdays for men it’s kind of just another day.
At some point early in our lives birthdays basically become meaningless.
Unlike girls we don’t celebrate a Sweet Sixteen.
Even Jewish boys have a Bar Mitzvah at 13 and then they are done.
I even remember my friend, Aslam Saåīd, once saying, ‘Birthdays are for women and little boys. Which one are you?’
“Well, tomorrow is your birthday silly.” Rolling onto her back, she now looked up at me. “Or did you forget?”
“Of course I didn’t forget…” I replied gazing down at her and enjoying her features reflected from the soft light projected from the TV, the only light in an otherwise dark room. “…I just don’t see what’s the big deal between today and tomorrow. I mean, honestly, what’s the difference?”
I more felt than heard Farzānah Rashīd laugh before saying,
“Well, tomorrow you’ll be 64. It’s an achievement that you are still immensely active sexually than the rest of the mankind of your age.”
I loudly scoffed at her point.
“And what’s that mean?”
Looking down at her I continued, “I’m sorry Farzānah Rashīd, I don’t wanna be a Buzz Killington but I just don’t see tomorrow as anything special.”
With an odd smile she replied,
“I guess maybe you are right.” And she rolled back onto her side ending the conversation.
However it left me feeling as if she had just said that I couldn’t be more wrong and left me thinking, ‘why’.
As always I was left perplexed by her feminine hysteria.
Well, I smiled.
Everyone has his/her shortcomings.
According to Ved, in Vedic Scientific System of life, a biological family was an infinitesimal unit of the political system.
The Sukr’t was the administrator in power, his women were the opposition and the children were the subject.
It was not necessary that his women will always be in opposition, but it was potential at least due to ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat’.
After a while I let out a sigh, when the Lifetime movie revealed that the heroine’s supposedly loving husband was actually an absolute scumbag, that her childhood guy friend has always been in love with her and he was who she actually should be with ̶ basically the same as every other Lifetime movie.
I also discovered that Farzānah Rashīd was already asleep by her not responding a bit to my sigh.
At 12:30am, I pressed the mute button on the remote.
Shifting a bit and adjusting Farzānah Rashīd, who didn’t wake, I settled in for another night’s sleep with her on the sofa.
It took all but a few minutes before the Sandman came and off to Dreamland I went.
I awoke startled as a weight was suddenly on me.
Opening my eyes, I found Farzānah Rashīd was sitting on my lap, straddling me, facing me.
Joyfully she exclaimed,
“Wake up! It’s Your Birthday.”
She then kissed me.
However this was like no kiss I ever received from her before.
Her lips landed firmly on mine and stayed there for the shortest eternal Moment.
I was startled.
Farzānah Rashīd leaned back and declared,
“Happy Birthday, my love.”
With a wink, she placed her hands on the sides on my head.
This time, I saw her close her eyes and lean in to kiss me.
This time I was ready.
I kissed her back and it was more incredible than I ever imagined.
Her lips were warm, soft and succulent.
Her lips left mine, leaving me hungering for more.
“… I think we’ve both been waiting a long time for this to happen,” she whispered in my ear; her fingers ran through my hair and sparks danced across my head.
Her hands left my head and took hold of my wrists.
My mind swirled with delight as Farzānah Rashīd licked my ear.
Suddenly my hands were laid on her tight, tender butt-cheeks and she wantonly whispered, “Today my Ideal man becomes my man.”
Her tongue traced across my cheek and magically her lips were on mine again.
I wondered if I was dreaming as my hands touched, caressed, molded to her firm yet diminutive gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass; her lips were pressed firmly to mine.
When I squeezed my hands I felt her lips open and her tongue licked my lips.
Opening my mouth to her, she wrapped her arms around my head and leaned her whole body upon me.
Her tongue entered my mouth proudly, dominantly.
When mine reached for and touched hers her whole body swayed.
I held tight to her butt for as our tongues danced upon each other’s her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body danced upon mine.
As I was 64 years old, my Uncut Hindu Lund was automatically ready and standing at attention AND my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was rubbing her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body on it!
The only thing that, thankfully, prevented me from exploding at that Moment was my extraordinary control on my Uncut Hindu Penis and its ejaculation.
Her tongue left my mouth and then her lips left mine.
Placing her hands on my shoulders Farzānah Rashīd leaned back.
Yet with a delicious smile her hips kept dancing, swaying, grinding on mine.
“This is what you want, right? I know you are a Hindu and no Hindu accepts any woman the wife of any wicked.”
I smiled nodding my head.
She smiled and laughed,
Reaching back Farzānah Rashīd grabbed my hands and lifted them to her chest.
Although not particularly busty, I could feel her bra beneath her shirt and her breasts beneath that.
There was enough there for me to squeeze and clutch, and as I did Farzānah Rashīd laid her head back sighing her pleasure.
Leaning forward she kissed me again.
This time as we kissed there was no hesitation by either of us.
I kissed her as firmly and wantonly as she kissed me.
Our mouths opened, our tongues touched, our bodies merged and we became one.
She pressed her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body against mine and I arched my chest and pushed back at her urging my body into hers.
For an infinite minute we kissed.
Our kiss ended.
Farzānah Rashīd climbed off me and I felt the loss of her on me.
However she stood there before me haloed by the glow from the TV behind her.
Her simple yet elegant white linen blouse glowed while her contrasting flat black slacks absorbed the light creating a blackened darkness.
Still I could see as she smiled her loving smile at me.
I simply, quietly watched as she unbuttoned her blouse and removed it revealing a delicate yet simple white bra that looked gorgeous and ultra-sexy on her.
The thin straps had a slight, light row of lace on the inside edge that ran down and across the top edge of the smooth seamless cups that barely covered the bottom half of her breasts.
She then confidently unbuttoned her pants and allowed them to charmingly fall to the floor and stepped out of them.
I saw she was wearing the matching white panties and they were as simple and barely there as her bra.
The elastic waistband was thinner and rested easily on her delicate thick hips.
In the middle was nothing but a tiny small triangle of cloth that disappeared between her legs.
Yet as I watched in delighted silence, Farzānah Rashīd hooked her thumbs into the elastic straps, pushed them over her hips and down her thighs until they simply fell off her.
Dazed I could see that she was smooth and hairless, the dim light only allowing me to see just the soft edges of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pubic mound.
However my gaze rose up following the movement of her hands as she brought them to the middle of her bra.
I watched as Farzānah Rashīd opened the front-closure of her bra, push it open and then off her back.
In the dimness I saw the darkened spots that were her small quarter sized areoles and guessed that they were probably a milk chocolaty brown to her soft milky caramel skin.
“Are you ready for this?”
I was and told her so by curling both of my hands in a come here gesture.
Still Farzānah Rashīd surprised me by raising her right foot up on to the sofa alongside of me.
Then Farzānah Rashīd stepped up onto the sofa as she placed her left foot alongside me.
Now towering over me I looked up in time to see her place her hands against the back wall before I was buried in muff.
Basically Farzānah Rashīd leaned forward and pressed her Musalmān pelvis to my Hindu male lips.
Not being any innocent I knew what to do.
I inhaled deeply and savored her scent.
It was stronger and more aromatic than any I had ever smelt before recently and its heady aroma raced straight to my brain in a rush.
Reaching up, I hooked my thumbs onto her hips so that my fingers can reach around and curling, grab a handful of butt.
Pressing her tighter to me I nuzzled my face upon her pubic mound.
Softly she whimpered, “Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh darling, my Hindu love, my ever ideal man.”
“Mmm,” she moaned as I rolled my face around and my nose, my chin, my lips touched her.
I heard her take a loud breath and her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body Momentarily stiffened as I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot the first time.
Tasting her was like tasting ambrosia, sampling her moisture was like tasting the nectar of the gods.
‘Oooooh,” Farzānah Rashīd whimpered as my Uncut Hindu Lund played over her pussy lips. I was surprised how wet she already was. I loved how wet she already was.
“Oh babe, that’s it,” Farzānah Rashīd groaned as I repeatedly dragged my tongue up over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips.
By rolling my tip I was able to swing to the left and right.
Her miraculously beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body trembled and I tightened my hold on her hips, “Arrrgh…”
“Oh, oh, oh, oh…” she cried as my Uncut Hindu Lund started to split her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips, but to tease her, to savor and prolong the Moment I only used the barest tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund until Farzānah Rashīd herself requested,
“Oh please Durgesh, Mérī Jān! put it into me.”
The Hindu Lover was, I did.
My Uncut Hindu Lund entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot and what a fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot Farzānah Rashīd has.
Poor Aslam Saåīd.
Ultimately, he too lost his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Farzānah Rashīd, to me.
My mind almost overloaded with lust and decadence to feel how liquidly smooth Farzānah Rashīd felt, how velvety thick Farzānah Rashīd felt, how softly tight her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot felt on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Pressing myself as tight as possible to her, I jammed my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as I could into her.
Fucking hard I felt her juice, around my Uncut Hindu Penis.
“Oh, oh, oh, arrrgh…” Farzānah Rashīd cried as I mashed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her and tried to reach her deepest innermost parts by pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund to the left and right.
As much as I fucked her I could still feel it gripping over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt her pulling her hips back.
I reluctantly let her withdraw my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot from my Uncut Hindu Lund as she pleaded,
“I need you, Durgesh, my dream lover.”
Letting go of her hips, I lifted my own and quickly yanked off my shorts and boxers.
My throbbing member popped absolutely free now, glad to be out.
Farzānah Rashīd placed her hands on my shoulders.
Farzānah Rashīd slowly, gracefully descended.
Sitting down, her hips touched the tip of my raging erect Uncut Hindu Lund and my eyes bulged from utmost bliss.
With but a shift, a slide, a sway my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, easily impaled herself onto my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We both released an “Ooooooooh yes,”
To finally feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot on my Uncut Hindu Lund was beyond any fantasy I have had.
The only true way to describe how glorious my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot is would be to compare it to that first time.
As a virgin when you finally get some Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot you know you are experiencing what may be the greatest Moment of your life yet it’s so overwhelming that it’s impossible to truly comprehend its splendid magnificence.
Far from my first time, it still felt magnificent.
Farzānah Rashīd must’ve felt the same way as she just sat there enjoying the wonder of the Moment; for which I was thankful because otherwise I surely would’ve blasted my load.
After a timeless second Farzānah Rashīd smiled at me and gave me a quick peck on my lips.
Farzānah Rashīd whispered,
“I love you.”
“I love you more,” I whispered back to her as I rested my cheek to hers.
I again hooked my thumbs onto her hips but now more reached underneath her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass cupping her big, heavy, tight cheeks.
Using my strength I began to lift her up; in a near instant, Farzānah Rashīd started assisting by using her legs.
Still I seemed to control the tempo or perhaps being united we both wanted the same.
Tenderly Farzānah Rashīd gently rode up an’ down on my Hindu piston soundlessly, our bodies pressed together, our cheeks resting against each other’s.
She moved her head and pressed her lips to mine and it was as if we shifted into second gear.
As she kissed me, Farzānah Rashīd’s body became lighter and I lifted her with greater ease before her magical Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot would slide back down my Uncut Hindu Lund.
With each cycle my Hindu shaft became more lubricated, more slicked with my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Musalmān juices and her pace accelerated.
Her mouth opened as did mine, our tongues collided and we shifted into third gear.
Farzānah Rashīd was now sliding up an’ down in a quickened pace and the sensations my Uncut Hindu Lund sent out were glorious.
No one’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot has ever felt as good as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s does.
As her tongue crashed upon mine her hips thrust forward and back as her legs lifted her upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Our tongues slid along each other’s as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot rode upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Oh Durgesh, oh, oh, oh…” she panted into my ear and now we shifted into 4th and top gear.
Grabbing the sides of my head as hand holds we were now fucking furiously.
I thought of what my friend, Aslam Saåīd, said about her and let out a delicious laugh as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was certainly no dead fish.
Here Farzānah Rashīd was riding my Uncut Hindu Lund and grunting vigorously as Farzānah Rashīd fucked me,
“Urgh, Urgh, Urgh, Urgh…”
“Oh Durgesh, you’re so good, you’re so good, oh babe, oh dear, that’s it,” Farzānah Rashīd cheered as I marveled at the outstanding job my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, was doing fucking me.
I held tighter to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous ardent Musalmān ass and Farzānah Rashīd grabbed tighter to my hair almost pulling it from my head.
Her pace was increased to an all-out gallop.
Both of us couldn’t speak as we were both panting and gasping for breath.
Then suddenly Farzānah Rashīd stopped.
With my Uncut Hindu Lund fully impaled in her, Farzānah Rashīd sat on my thighs and became silent and pressed a finger to my mouth for me to do the same.
If my heart was racing before now it felt as if it about to explode through my chest.
In the silence I tried to listen, to find what Farzānah Rashīd had heard but all I heard was my heart thundering against my ribcage, the blood rushing through my body and her muted breathing.
Then I heard it.
The sound was of bare feet walking across the ceramic tile in the front half of the living room.
Since there’s only three people in the house it was obvious whose feet they belonged to.
Part of me was alert of my friend, Aslam Saåīd, to discover us as we were.
Part of me wished for Aslam Saåīd to discover me banging his wife.
Since she didn’t move I was left to wonder what Farzānah Rashīd was thinking.
As I focused and concentrated on the sound of his footsteps I thought it sounded as if he was crossing from the kitchen towards the stairs.
That thought was confirmed when I heard my friend, Aslam Saåīd, began ascending the steps.
Things became even weirder.
Shifting, Farzānah Rashīd put her forehead to mine, her nose to mine and we stared into each other’s eyes.
Then without moving I felt sensations dancing upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
My eyes must’ve opened wide in surprise because reflected back was a look of a wanton, wicked mischievous look.
As we listened to him climb the stairs, my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot squeezed and relaxed on my Uncut Hindu Lund as if it was a hand and the fingers were flexing independently.
My mind floated in a state of disbelieving ecstasy as he walked down the hallway, his footsteps barely audible on the wood floor as my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot played upon my Uncut Hindu Lund.
When the sound of his footsteps ceased we both looked at the ceiling knowing that he was now above us walking on the carpeted floor.
He was, in a way, heading in our direction as their bed was directly above the sofa of which I was on with his own wife, Farzānah Rashīd, riding my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Farzānah Rashīd started to silently giggle, in relief I joined her and she kissed me.
Placing her hands on my shoulders she pushed up and disengaged herself from me.
I felt empty until Farzānah Rashīd said,
“Now it’s your turn.”
Sliding over to the other corner of the sofa she rested her forearms on the padded arm and laid her right leg on a cushion offering herself to me.
Seeing her long lean legs leading up to her pert Musalmān ass perfectly framing her Paradise I needed no further invitation.
Stepping up behind her I ran my hands over her behind and had to resist the temptation to smack that ass.
Looking up at the ceiling I silently cursed, ‘Fuck you, Aslam Saåīd.’
“Mmm,” she purred as I guided my Uncut Hindu Lund to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
To again feel my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot was as awe-inspiring as the first time.
As my Uncut Hindu Lundhead began to part her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips I again took possession of her luscious hips, savoring every feeling and sensation as slowly I slid up inside of her.
“Ooooh,” Farzānah Rashīd sighed with lustful pleasure as my hips merged with hers and we were once again fully together.
I leaned my body weight onto her and held her.
I could tell Farzānah Rashīd loved having my Uncut Hindu Lund fully buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
Being the sexual creature she is, she began to slide forward.
Holding her hips I allowed her, even as I began to withdraw myself.
When my Uncut Hindu Lundhead began to part her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot lips I tightened my grasp on her hips.
Pulling her towards me I thrust forward, in the middle our bodies met with a colliding slap of flesh and Farzānah Rashīd groaned lustfully, “Urgh…”
I again held her and rested my weight on her for a Moment.
Then the vixen again initiated the action by sliding forward.
I allowed her to slide part way forward even as I withdrew.
Reaching the top of our stroke we reversed course and our bodies collided with a clap of sweaty bodies meeting and a grunt, “Urgh…
“Urgh, Urgh, Urgh,” we both groaned as we quickly syncopated our rhythms as if we had done this many times before.
Perhaps it was because the bond between us was so tight that we just knew what each other craved.
Perhaps being my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd, I knew her needs.
Perhaps being her husband’s friend, she knew my desires.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she now sighed as our tempo increased; our arousal and pleasure matching.
Never before had sex felt this dynamic and I wondered if the purpose of my birth was but to make love to needy Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” Farzānah Rashīd continued to sigh with hunger and longing.
As I continued to hold her hips, I had to shake my head to clear the sweat from the heat we were generating.
Swinging my head left and right I ended up looking up at the ceiling and let out a pleased laugh. ‘Oh Aslam Saåīd, you couldn’t be more wrong…’ I thought. ‘…first Farzānah Rashīd was fucking me and now Farzānah Rashīd was working as hard as I was rowing this boat.’ The only dead fish was upstairs in bed.
“Oh, oh, oh, oh,” she purred with wanton pleasure.
I knew I was on edge.
I could feel my body tighten, my balls were screaming for release, my Uncut Hindu Lund was ready to fire my load.
“Eīshān, Oh God, Farzānah Rashīd, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, Farzānah Rashīd.”
“Go ahead and cum inside me. Let me feel you cum in me,” she urged.
I slammed my body into her with even more vigor.
The sound of our bodies sounded like thunder as we crashed upon each other.
With one last mighty heave I lunged into her, burying my Uncut Hindu Lund as deepest as possible into my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot.
Our bodies fell forward and Farzānah Rashīd collapsed onto the sofa with my Uncut Hindu Lund still fully inside her.
“Ohhhrrrghhh,” I cried as my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled and my cum came rushing out.
My first shot fired hard and thick, quickly followed by a second, third and fourth.
A little hump popped out two more squirts of cum before the thick avalanche poured out of my Uncut Hindu Lund and flooded into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān Choot as I emptied every bit of my Hindu essence into my friend’s wife, Farzānah Rashīd.
Spend, emptied and exhausted we both just lay there one on top of the other still united.
We were breathless and satisfied yet I could tell she enjoyed the feeling of me on top of her, still inside of her.
We just stayed that way and soon I even grew drowsy.
Finally we were facing and I loved being able to see her beautiful face again.
I was so happy that I kissed her, then again and again and again until Farzānah Rashīd started giggling.
Reaching up Farzānah Rashīd wiped some sweaty hair off my forehead and murmured,
I kissed her.
Then taking my hand she pulled me to her and kissed me softly,
“Oh Durgesh, you are so amazing. I love you.”
“I love you more,” I pledged and sealed it with a kiss.
She kissed me one more time before saying, “Now get some rest, even remaining deepest into me. It’s your birthday and we have A LOT of celebrating to do. There’s a long list of my extremely beautiful friends and acquaintance that want to wish you a happy birthday in the same way I’m doing.”
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