The Everbest Wives: 38
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Chapter 38
I was a Greek god as if now.
I was not six feet tall, medium height only.
Yet, I wasn’t a nobody.
Not only my women, almost everyone too, kept an eye on me what I wanted actually.
I wasn’t a President or Prime Minister of any nation either.
Yet, I always tried to manage my children get everything they actually needed.
I took one look into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s beautiful green Musalmān eyes and I gave her whatever she wanted, a new phone, a new computer, a new car, money to go shopping with her friends.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s the curse of a motherless child.
No, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, hadn’t died.
She had returned however to her original Musalmān husband, Ålī Abū Tālib.
So many of them did the same.
I especially helped their little girl, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
Her beautiful smile always made it worthwhile.
Everything was going fine, until Al Kāynāt Al Islam asked me for something I could never give her, my Uncut Hindu Lund.*
It all started one Sunday evening over dinner.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam had been supervising cooking since her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam hated her parents for what they had done.
“You did it for one million dollars only, Ammījān? You leased yourself to Durgesh only for one million dollars?”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd laughed.
She watched her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī.
“They all do it, Al Kāynāt Al Islam. They are still maintaining the ever old Årab tradition to sell their beautiful Årab women to Hindus.”
Najmah Fahīm Ansārī looked at her daughter, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, contemptuously.
“We love Islam more than everything. There’s nothing we can’t sacrifice for Islam. It’s a virtue to get as much money from Kufr as we can, to break their exclusive financial power.”
“Durgesh is multi zillionaire. He is the ever richest man now. One million is nothing for him. You can’t break his financial power through such stupid activities.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd said scornfully.*
Al Kāynāt Al Islam supervised everything around the house.
That’s just how we made it.
I was never exhausted.
Nevertheless, it was the usual bullshit at work.
I hated working on the weekends and Sunday was the worst.
I think Al Kāynāt Al Islam could tell because she offered to give me a shoulder massage.
“Durgesh?” Al Kāynāt Al Islam said. “Do you want me to rub your shoulders?”
“I am okay, cupcake.”
“Okay,” she said in her sweet little voice.
She sounded just like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam looked just like her too.
Gorgeous, long red hair, beautiful c-cup breasts, perky, I tried not to notice, and 5’5″.
She liked to show off her legs.
She was always in shorts and barefoot.
Her toenails were painted orange today.
They matched her fingernails.
The tank top she wore was too small for her, her naval bare.
That’s just how kids dressed these days.
“I have a favor to ask you,” she said.
Money.
Here it comes.
It’s always money.
She’s earned it though.
She took care of me, and I like to take care of her.
“Sure, baby. How much cash do you need?”
She shook her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders, her lower lip between her teeth; those lips, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah’s lips, pink and full.
She looked like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah,
I never felt guilty ogling her.
I knew I saw her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, in her.
However, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, was also available to me even now.
Despite her ostensible loyalty to her husband, Ålī Abū Tālib, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, still wanted me inside her between her still beautiful Musalmān legs.
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled at her wickedly.
“You still want to fuck Durgesh, the ever communal ever stupid Anant Muslimātchod Hindu? He thinks only Musalmān houseladies have perfect cunt for his ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Ålī Abū Tālib,” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah winked at him, “One million isn’t a great amount Durgesh can spare on your still extremely beautiful Musalmān wife.”
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled wickedly himself.
“Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, you are really marvelous even now. I can’t blame Durgesh. I have seen myself how madly Durgesh fucks you.”
“He is crazy for me.” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah raised her head proudly, “In fact Durgesh is always crazy to fuck us entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. We are lucky.”
Ålī Abū Tālib laughed.
“I agree with you. But never forget, you would allow Durgesh to fuck yourself only, not to fuck your Īmān too ever.”
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah smiled cunningly.
“Don’t worry. We Musalmān houseladies too know our limits. We ourselves fuck Durgesh actually, Durgesh never fucks us. He only thinks that it’s he who fucks us. Islam is paramount. We know. None of us is as stupid as to go to Jahannum letting a Kāfir fuck us. We fuck Durgesh I repeat, never viceversa.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam was smiling.
“What is it then, if not money?” I said.
“I need you to do something for me, something kind of big. Something more precious. Remember I am not an ordinary girl. Even the Harvard University has recognized my extraordinary prudence by awarding me PhD on Ashvinātam relationships at my eighteen only.”
“That’s right.” I smiled proudly, “I am listening.”
“I want you to watch a few videos.”
“Videos? Sure. I’ll watch a movie with you.”
“No, not a movie. Moreover, the videos are themselves not the favor. I need you to watch the videos so I can ask you the favor.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam took out her iPhone, pressing a few things on the screen.
“It’s a video of my friend Al Farħānah Al Shoeb.”
I remembered Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, of course.
She practically grew up in my house with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
She hadn’t been coming around as much lately though.
Usually, she and Al Kāynāt Al Islam were always going out to the mall or some other place.
“In the video, she did something kind of shocking, and, well, just watch, okay? There’s two more videos after it, one with my friend Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and another with Al Saåādah Al Åbbās. Just keep watching.”
I was confused at this point, but I said,
“Sure,”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam handed me the phone.
Meanwhile, she took the plates into the kitchen.
I heard the sink turn on as I pressed play on the phone.
“My name is Al Farħānah Al Shoeb,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb said on the video, “and this is how you suck Uncut Hindu Lund.”
My eyes were huge as the video zoomed out, revealing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb naked, her eighteen-year-old Musalmān tits on full display, a pair of panties blocking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot.
And then she reached for my blue jeans, unzipping them, pulling out my ever young, rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was nothing impressive at first, five and a half inches, but Al Farħānah Al Shoeb opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth and swallowed it whole.
“What the hell?”
I glanced over my shoulder, looking for Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I could still hear the faucet.
I turned back to the video.
Al Farħānah Al Shoeb was giving me her all now, deepthroating my Uncut Hindu Lund, her black hair flying back and forth as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips slid over my Uncut Hindu rod.
I was moaning, my one hand grabbing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s Musalmān head, pulling her to my Hindu shaft.
I could not believe it.
I didn’t know anything of it.
Certainly, they had drugged me for it.
Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!
What the hell this new generation is doing?
Yet, why was Al Kāynāt Al Islam making me watch her friend suck my Uncut Hindu Lund?
I couldn’t decide immediately what to do.
Should I press stop, go say something?
I just stared at the screen, my Uncut Hindu Lund getting hard in my jeans as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb gagged, pausing to catch her breath.
“You okay, babe?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb responded.
She grabbed my shaft, stroking it back and forth as she went down for more.
I could not last.
The video was only four minutes, and I was ready to blow.
I exploded in Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s mouth.
My Hindu cum ran over her chin, dripping on her perky Musalmān tits.
She grinned at me.
“That’s how you suck the ever greatest unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!”
The video ended, only to start a new one in the playlist.
Another of her friends, Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, was next, who I had seen plenty of times in a bikini next to my pool.
She was topless now.
She unzipped a pair of cargo pants and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I am Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and this is how I suck the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
Here we go again!
Al Zakāt Al Nadīm was not as experienced as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, but when my six-inch prick appeared, she began licking away at it.
She was timid, but I did not seem to mind.
I wanted more, shoving myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
This video was only three minutes.
I blew my Hindu load all into her Musalmān mouth.
It wasn’t over yet.
The next video started.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was up, who I remembered playing on the jungle jim with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
“I am Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, and I’ll show you how to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“The hell,” I said out loud.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās dove on my Uncut Hindu Lund, her blond locked bobbing on my seven inches.
I couldn’t take anymore.
I turned off the phone and set it aside.
I must have been in the Twilight Zone.
Kids don’t know what that is, but it’s a show where nothing made sense!
I grew up with things making sense.
Now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, the little girl, just showed me a porno, a porno starring her teenager friends with me, doing what I never allowed them consciously.
I felt like grounding her, but I’d never grounded her before.
There was the first time for everything.
I climbed up, stomping into the kitchen.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, what the hell is that?”
She turned off the faucet and turned around.
Water was splashed on her little tank top, her skin visible underneath.
“I guess you watched it all.”
“Why did you show me that? I can’t even decide what to say to you.”
“I need to talk to you about it.”
“Talk to me? Youuuuuuuuu?I have half a mind to ground you, you know? I am as if your father. You don’t show me that sort of thing. You may be eighteen, young lady, but you’re still Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and while you live here, you shouldn’t be watching porn movies. Or at least not giving them to me to watch.”
“Durgesh, it wasn’t porn,” she said with a frown.
“What the hell do you call it?”
“A dare.”
“A what?”
She left the kitchen.
I had to follow.
She took up a seat on the living room couch.
“Okay, remember when I got my first period?”
I was still standing.
I couldn’t sit.
“What did that have to do with anything?”
“Remember, I was crying, and I told you I was bleeding, and you explained to me that girls get periods, and you took me to the store and bought me pads and told me I’d be okay in a few days. And you said if I ever needed to talk to you about anything, I could. And then when I had my first kiss, I told you all about it too.”
“What’s your point?”
“I am going to tell you some things now, things I’ve been doing.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I don’t want to hear about your sex life. You’re eighteen. What you do outside this house is your business.”
“But you said I could tell you anything.”
I sat down.
This was getting out of control.
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to hand me a sex tape one day.”
“Just listen, please. See, my friends made a dare. They were all gloating, say they could suck your Uncut Hindu Lund better than one another, and to prove it, they made videos. And, well, I made the dare too.”
“That’s what this is about? Why would you want to show me that?”
“I am getting to it. See, I’ve been lying to my friends. They all think I was dating a college guy. I told them I was dating someone because, well, because I was sort of scared of sex.”
“What?”
“I am a virgin.”
I wasn’t surprised.
Yet I asked patiently.
“You’re a virgin? But you’ve been on so many dates.”
“Have you seen me on any dates in the last six months?”
“I just assumed when you were going out that’s where you were going.”
“Well, you assumed wrong. Anyway, I didn’t want them to know I was a virgin, so I just told them I was with a college guy and I had sex all the time.”
“Why did you lie?”
“Durgesh, it’s the last year of their high school. They don’t have the extraordinary prudence I have to get PhD in their teens. Yet they are still my friends. Aren’t they? You can’t tell your friends you’re a virgin. They’ll just make an extraordinary fun of you. These are not the backward days you remember of your own teens. We have advanced now too much. There’s a widest Generation Gap. Try to understand, please!”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“As I was saying, they were all bragging they were good at sucking your Uncut Hindu Lund. So I said I was the best.”
“Eīshān!” I murmured.
“What was I supposed to say, admit I’ve never touched one?”
I rubbed my forehead.
“I am not sure where you’re going with this, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.”
“All the three of my friends have made their tapes. It’s my turn now. It’s Sunday. School is tomorrow. I have until then to make my video.”
“You’re going to make a sex tape? Are you serious?”
“I have to. It’s my turn to do the dare.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, just tell your friends the truth.”
“I can’t. If I did that, I’d be a joke. They’d tell everyone in the whole school, and I’d be the biggest loser ever.”
“Who cares what those kids think? You’re not going to college next year, as they are.”
“Community college. I’m their instructor now. I’m a PhD. A lot of them will be there. I’ll be the virgin loser.”
“So, what are you going to do? Go find some guy tonight you don’t even know and ask him if you can, can…” I couldn’t even say it. “I raised you better than that. It’s one thing if you’re dating someone, but not like this.”
“Well, I was not dating a boy, so I have to find someone else to help me. That’s why I showed you the videos.”
I was not getting it. Looking back, I was surprised I didn’t put it together sooner.
Nevertheless, what ‘father’ would?
Well, I thought I was her father as if.
I had that right at least.
Hadn’t I?
One more Platonic Relationship backfiring?
I sighed.
Have I to fuck every woman that comes into my contact ever?
Am I not infamous enough for it already?
“What are you talking about?” I asked controlling myself ultimately.
She held her breath before she spoke.
“I told you I needed a favor. I was wondering if…if you’d pretend to be my boyfriend on camera, and if you’d let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
I jumped out of my seat.
I swear I hung in the air for a good ten seconds.
“What the hell? I am your father!”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s head was done. “I know. I was so embarrassed even asking. Nevertheless, I don’t have anyone else I can ask. Can I suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, please?”
“I, I, I don’t even know what to say to you. Of course, you can’t! Are you crazy? Eīshān! Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t even believe you’d ask me. This is insane.”
“Durgesh, please,” she said, standing up, putting her hands on my shoulders.
I didn’t even want to be touched by her. “Please,” she repeated. “I need your help. I am just asking you to let me do it this once, just on camera.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, do you realize what you are asking? My thing would be in your mouth.”
“It’s only a blow job, and just until you cum.”
“Don’t use that word,” I said. “I can’t even believe I am having this conversation. I am in the hell Twilight Zone!”
“The what zone? See, I told you, kids don’t know what that meant.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t do that. I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this.”
“I know how it sounds,” she said sadly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips pouting. “But if I don’t do it, I am going to be a joke at school. Please, just let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund for a few minutes, just enough to show them I did it.”
“The answer is absolutely not. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I am so disappointed in you.”
I hate seeing Al Kāynāt Al Islam cry.
I saw it when her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us, and I swore it was going to be the last time.
But when those tears streamed down her face, it felt like she had punched me in the gut.
She ran off, her red hair chading her.
Her door slammed in the distance.
I sank down into the chair, milling over what Al Kāynāt Al Islam had said.
I tell you what though, when your daughter asks you to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, it gets you thinking, thinking about what it would feel like.
I tried not to imagine it, seeing those pink Musalmān lips of hers wrapped around my Hindu shaft, listening to her gagging throat.
It was making me hard though.
I folded my legs as I sat there, crushing my Uncut Hindu Lund between my thighs, punishing it for getting hard thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam, thinking about grabbing that beautiful red hair of hers and pulling her down on my Hindu shaft.
And, Eīshān! She was a virgin.
And she’d never even sucked an Uncut Hindu Lund before.
There’s no doubt an experienced Uncut Hindu Lund sucker is the best, but a newbie Uncut Hindu Lundsucker is unforgettable.
I’d broken-in a few in my high school days.
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah though, she’d been a slut to me actually. She could suck my Uncut Hindu Lund like a champ.
That’s why she Lived In Relationship with me.
Ålī Abū Tālib never allowed her to do it with him.
Ålī Abū Tālib claimed it was against Islam.
Only some Hindu could allow her with him.
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Midterm 2012: 16
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Chapter 16
Durgesh Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd
She planned and played it smart
Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd sat on the edge of the pool waiting for her Hindu father, Durgesh, to come home.
She was thinking how different things had been two years ago at this same time.
Her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, had returned to her Musalmān husband, her Abbū, Muħammad Waħīd Hāshmī.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd refused to leave me only because I was a Hindu.
“Durgesh would fuck you too.” Her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, said curtly.
“Then let him fuck me too, Ammī. At least someone must pay for your profound mistake and selfishness.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd also replied similarly curtly.
“You are barely sixteen only, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd.” Her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, reproached her, “You are not even adult legally. How can you live with Durgesh without me?”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd contacted Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh?” she winked at Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd smiled cunningly,
“Don’t tell it to Durgesh, please! Let me manage two years until I’m legally adult myself.”
“You love Durgesh as a Musalmān young woman loves a Hindu?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“Well, what’s wrong in it? Ammījān conspired with Abbū. She was after Durgesh’s money because my Abbū wanted it.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,
“So many Musalmīn are after Durgesh’s multi zillions now. They are using their entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies even, persuading them to have Live in Relationship with Durgesh for some time and then leave him with a fairly handful parting gift in the form of cash or kinds. Why blame your Abbū alone? Money has great powers, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd.”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd’s Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, said with burning voice.
“My daughter Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd is herself as smart as myself, perhaps even smarter than me. What do you think she is herself after? After that communal idiot Durgesh? Certainly not. Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd also wants a fair amount of his multi zillions.”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd spat in the wastebasket.
“How hateful you both of my parents are. I feel myself profoundly ashamed of both of you. My Abbū is your pimp and you are a high priced leased Musalmān wife of Durgesh. My Abbū leased you to Durgesh.”
Her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, laughed at her daughter,
“Forget us. For how many years you yourself are leasing to Durgesh?”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd and I were on our way to pick her up from college for summer vacation then.
It had taken her almost a year to come to terms with the loss of her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī. Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd transferred to a community college so she could live at home with me.
The first year had been tough for her after her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, left us.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd didn’t know if she would ever snap out of her depression or not and finally got me to seek out help.
Five months later Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was on the road to recovery.
I had been so happy to see Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd start to enjoy life again.
She was too young to let life slip away from her.
With my efforts, now Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd owned a law firm, and she had been able to take the much-needed time off from work to get herself back on the road to recovery.
Now she was back at work, once again enjoying the work she so much loved.
She had come home early because of a power failure at work.
They had to close the restaurant until they could replace a transformer so they had sent everyone home.
She was going to change into her swimsuit and take a dip in the pool when she heard noises coming from my room down the hall.
As Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd got closer, she began to smile because it sounded like sex noises and was tickled that her father had brought an extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman to fuck.
Maybe that was the reason I had been so happy and part of the reason for her getting out of her depression.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd couldn’t help herself as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd tiptoed down the carpeted hallway.
If Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could hear me in my room then Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would be able to see into the room as well.
Just across from my bedroom hung a full-length mirror, if the bedroom door was all the way open Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would be able to see into the room if Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stood against the opposite wall.
At least one of them was getting fucked Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd thought to herself as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd tiptoed down the hall.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was going to change that tonight when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd and her best friend Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī went out.
When Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd got close enough to see into my room from the mirror, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd saw me lying naked on my bed, with her another best friend, Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī, straddling on me.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd smiled.
So, Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī has defeated Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī?
Suddenly Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt the wetness come between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs, the tightness in her still virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stood there watching me stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock into Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī’s Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I had a good-sized excellent exquisite unique Uncut Hindu Cock, no wonder her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, was always walking around with a smile on her face Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd thought.
As Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd watched, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was shocked to find herself wondering how my Uncut Hindu Cock would feel inside her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd couldn’t help it as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd slipped her fingers down the waistband of her shorts and began playing with herself while Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd watched me.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stared intently at our junction stroking up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock wondering once again how it would feel pumping her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Why her girlfriends?
Why not Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd herself?
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd never had any sex, but she had watched the ashvinātam porn having some good sized Hindu men before.
But my Uncut Hindu Cock looked a lot longer than any of them, she had seen.
Again, the guilt at what Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was doing and thinking hit her, but then Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd thought so what, Hindus and Musalmān Beauties did it all over the world.
Why couldn’t Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd lust after me as well?
Soon Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was coming, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stood and watched me being fucked wildly by her own friend Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī, shamelessly until I too had climaxed in Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī’s ravenously gripping Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Then Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd quickly slipped back down the hall and out the front door.
Her every teenager Musalmān girlfriend has fucked Durgesh with her own express permission.
“Not your teenager girlfriends, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd. Please, not anymore.” I’d groaned at her.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd had smiled,
“Papa Jī, Ammī brought her own girlfriends for you. Why can’t I?”
“Because they were themselves around thirty. Your girlfriends are mostly eighteen only. Nonsense.”
“Yet they enjoy sex with you very much. They say you are still amazingly ravenous for us Musalmān Beauties.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd teased me.
“Nonsense.”
“With Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, gone, I’m the lady of the house now. You have to respect my decisions as well now in managing homely affairs as you respected Ammī’s decisions once.”
“Damn it. Don’t try to replace your Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī.”
“I’ve already replaced her.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd replied me proudly.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd waited a minute before going back into the house, making sure Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was noisy when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd did, so I knew Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was home.
“Hi sweetie, what are you doing home so early?”
“We lost power so they sent us all home. I’m going to take a swim want to join me?” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stopped to kiss me on the check then moved down to her room to change into her suit.
“Sure, meet you in the pool,” I said turning around and heading down the other hall to my room.
“Dad what are you doing home this time of day by the way?”
“I didn’t have any pressing business left so I thought I’d start the weekend early.”
“Me too, Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī and I are going out tonight, Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī ‘s picking me up around eight.”
“Good, you two have fun. I’m meeting some friends later so if I’m not home when you get back don’t worry, it will probably be quite late when I get home.”
We swam for about an hour then I ordered us a pizza before Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd get ready to go out with Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī .
“Let’s hurry Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī, I can’t wait to get there, it’s been too long and I’m ready believe me.”
They went to Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī’s apartment where Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd changed into one of her outfits Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd kept at Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī’s.
I would have a heart attack if I saw her dressed like this, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd thought when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd checked herself out in the mirror.
“You picked a good night to get back into the swing of things,” her friend told her.
“Why, what’s up?”
“It’s surprise night tonight.”
“Allah, Oh my God, I love surprise nights!”
For the past two years, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd and Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī belonged to a Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
The only reason Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd had joined was because it was one of the best in the state.
They had strict rules and guidelines that all members had to follow to the letter.
Every three months each member had to supply them with a current health record that was dated to show that they were clean of any sexual diseases.
All Hindu men had to wear a condom at all times when having sex with anyone in the club, except when their Musalmān lady partners requested otherwise.
Each club member had to turn over all cell phones, beepers, blackberries and such upon arriving that they had to put in their own personal security box until they left the club.
No picture taking of anyone or anything was ever allowed.
The club was sectioned off into different areas of sexual play.
They had private rooms where an ashvinātam couple or a three or foursome could go to play.
They had the group room where the ashvinātam orgies were held.
Then twice a month they would have what was called surprise night rooms.
Those nights were both girls’ favorites.
There were private rooms along two sides of the building with two doors for entry into each of the rooms.
The rooms were in complete darkness the only lights in the rooms was a muted light that was around the bottom of the bed so they could see where the bed was located but still wouldn’t be able to see the other person in the room with them.
Even after they had left the room, none of the Hindu men could tell which Musalmān woman I had been with after they left the room.
The Musalmān woman’s exits led them through a series of hallways that led either back into the main area, the front door, or the woman’s bathrooms.
There were only two rules to joining in surprise night.
If a Hindu man wanted to partake, he had to wear a number on his back that let the Musalmān woman know he was available.
The other rule was that if he chooses to partake he had to have sex with the Musalmān woman that chooses him, no matter what her age or size might be.
If a Hindu guy refused after getting inside with the Musalmān woman she only had to press a special button that when the guy went to leave security guards would be waiting to escort him off the property and he would never be allowed back into the club after that.
His club card would be revoked and if he tried to use it again when scanned it would show he had been tossed out of the club.
Sāimah Ħanīf Åbbāsī was already off with some Hindu she had spied when they first went into the viewing room.
The Musalmān women sat in a room with a one way mirror that looked out on the lounge area where the Hindu men were waiting to be chosen.
Åārifah Shams Hāshmī was hoping that I would be there tonight.
She had fucked me many times before and I was the very good lover, yet I did never love to eat Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t any problem at all.
Åārifah Shams Hāshmī had brought her foolish cousin, Muħammad Ůsmān, with her.
He loved to eat her Wahābī Musalmān Pussy after I fucked Åārifah Shams Hāshmī.
Åārifah Shams Hāshmī had promised to marry him if he never ditched in eating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åārifah Shams Hāshmī knew Muħammad Ůsmān was impotent and a gay consequently.
He managed her to persuade some Hindu to fuck Muħammad Ůsmān too, in his Musalmān ass.
Sometimes even Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd fucked Muħammad Ůsmān in his Musalmān ass, wearing a dildo across her waist enjoying the Hindu manly actions.
She had been sitting in the waiting area for about a half hour sipping her drink when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd saw a Hindu man walk in with three other extremely beautiful Musalmān women and Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd almost choked on her drink.
It was I!
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd couldn’t believe it when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd saw me, nor the fact that I was wearing a number!
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd didn’t hesitate when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd punched in my number on the console and the room number Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was in.
The Musalmān women were given five minutes to get into the room and get undressed before the Hindu man was sent to the room number that had chosen him.
He was told right away that he had been picked.
Then his number was removed so other Musalmān women could see that he was already taken.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd knew what Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was doing even when the alarm bells went off in her head of how I would react if I ever found out that I had fucked my own stepdaughter.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd didn’t care, after watching me fucking Kħālidah Nazīr Ħanfī earlier that day.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wanted to be the one my Uncut Hindu Cock was going to fuck tonight.
Well, take my cherry, Durgesh darling!
Now, I am eighteen, legally adult perfectly.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stripped off her clothes then lay down in the center of the bed waiting for the red light to go off letting her know I was coming in the room.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd knew Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would have to whimper very softly to me hoping that I wouldn’t be able to recognize her voice.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was nervous as a virgin on her wedding night, the butterflies in her stomach making things worse.
Too late to turn back now when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt me lying down on the bed beside her.
“Hello,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered softly to me, reaching out to run her hand down my arm.
I reached for her, pulling her close to my Hindu body.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could already feel my hard Uncut Hindu Cock pressing up against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt my hand at her head pulling her close then my Hindu lips on hers kissing her passionately.
Her toes were curling, my kiss was both passionate and powerful.
My tongue was dueling with hers, making her seeking closer contact with my Hindu body.
Her soft naughty Musalmān hand was finding its way down to my firm Uncut Hindu Cock, taking me in her hand then stroking me slowly.
“Hello to you as well,” I said with a smile in my voice. “I’m not new to this dear, but I think I get the drift of things,” I said, my hand gently caressing her hip while Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“You know that you have to wear a condom when we fuck, unless I request you otherwise.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered to me.
She hated that she had to follow those rules.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wanted to feel me naked inside her but for now she had to follow all club rules.
“Yes I know.”
“That doesn’t mean that I can’t have a taste of this nice Uncut Hindu Cock without one, you just won’t be able to cum.”
I rolled over to where I was lying half on top of her, her firm tits were pressing into my chest making her nipples harden from the contact.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a Musalmān young woman like you. And I’m just as eager to taste your Musalmān delights. You’ll have to forgive me, but I’m hungry, very hungry and you’re just going gonna have to wait for your turn.”
I kissed her hungrily, having missed sharing kisses, and how it turned me on.
I kissed her passionately for a long time, raping her mouth with mine.
I was an excellent kisser, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was already wet with her desire to be fucked by me.
My kisses only fueled the flames even higher.
I had fastened onto one of her nipples kissing it feverishly.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd had firm round tits that filled my hands as I kissed her nipples.
I let my hand roam down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy finding it bare of any hair and this only inflamed me more.
I slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān snatch, glad to find it wet already.
I penised her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy for a few minutes.
I couldn’t wait any longer to bury my Uncut Hindu Penis in that lovely Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān place.
I was penising her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like a ravenous Hindu man who had been without food for days.
Being virgin so far, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd had never had any man penis her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy before.
My Uncut Hindu Penis was hard, and infinitely practiced in ashvinātam vaginal sex.
I was rubbing her bud with my ravenous Hindu shaft like a crazy one, bringing Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd closer to her climax with each penising.
After I had gotten her off the second time, I inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān snatch while rubbing her clit, penising her as I once again brought her to climax.
I knew Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock and I wanted that as well but I knew I couldn’t wait any longer to fuck her, it had been far too long.
No amount of fucking over the past two years could ease this hunger to have my Uncut Hindu Cock stuffed in her warm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“I have to fuck you. Hell, I need to fuck you desperately.”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd needed it as well, there would be another time when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could suck my Uncut Hindu Cock, but right now Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wanted me to fuck her as much as I wanted to fuck.
“Let me not put the condom on you,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered.
I smiled,
“I myself didn’t want to use the bloody thing.”
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure, my darling. You are most welcome always.”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd quickly lay on her back down.
As soon as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd spread her legs, I was ramming my Uncut Hindu Cock in her.
Each of powerful Hindu thrusts took her breath away.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was so long it felt like it was coming up through her throat with each thrust.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wanted my Uncut Hindu Cock in her all the time.
And she was determined now going to have to think of a way to achieve that.
“Fuck! You feel good wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Cock. I want to fuck you for hours!”
“Hours? I’d let you fuck me nonstop till I do exist.” was all Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could whimper.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd clutched at my arms when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt her orgasm coming.
Moments after she had come Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt my body stiffen as I had mine too.
“Don’t move, just lie still,” I told her pulling my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.
I slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock back inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I was still semi hard, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock twitching back to life as I moved slowly back and forth inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I reached for her head pulling her up for my kiss.
Nothing gentle about my kisses, they were filled with passion each time I kissed her.
I had torn my mouth from hers and took one of her nipples back between my thumb and forefinger squeezing it madly.
I would move from one nipple to the next.
It was driving Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd nuts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again moving slowly inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy starting to build up speed again.
“I could fuck you all night dear, you have a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just made to be fucked by me long and hard,” I told her slamming my Uncut Hindu Cock in hard and deep.
I never did let her suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I fucked her several times more until the night itself exhausted.
“You are a wonderful Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered to me kissing me softly, “If you come back again, I’d like to do this again. I’ll be looking for you always.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd told me before saying goodbye.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd didn’t know how Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would last two weeks until the next night of surprise night at the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.
What if I didn’t go back to the club, or what if I didn’t partake in the surprise night festivities, opting for a one on one with some extremely beautiful Musalmān woman, or the group sex?
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was a nervous wreck for the next two weeks until the night had finally come again.
She had gone to the club early not wanted to miss me if I showed up, nor did Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd want to take a chance on some other Musalmān woman picking me.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd saw me the moment I walked into the lounge and had pressed my number into the console before I had even sat down at the juice center.
While I was undressing, I was hoping it was the same Musalmān woman; I had been with the first time.
I hadn’t had enough of her that night and did nothing but dream of being with her again.
“I was so happy to see you had come back,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered to me when I lay down on the bed.
It was her, I was so fucking happy it wasn’t funny.
“I too hoped it would be you that picked me,” I said leaning down to kiss her hungrily.
I knew that I would fuck her for as long as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would let me.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wasn’t going to let me get carried away this time, this time Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would get to suck that big Uncut Hindu Cock of mine before I did anything else.
She had been stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock while I kissed her and was pleased to see I was already hard.
“I’ve looked forward to this night for weeks,” I told her.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd didn’t say anything, just moved slowly down my body until her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was even with my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“This time I will get to suck this big Hindu boy,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered just before Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd sucked the length of mine in, as far as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could.
She heard my indrawn breath at the first touch of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd moved her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth slowly up and down the length of me, her tongue making lazy circles around my Uncut Hindu Cock as Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd sucked me.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd would stop now and then to spend extra time sucking the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock while Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd gently played with my balls.
The tip of her tongue darting into my Uncut Hindu Cock eye tasting every bit of my precum I had waiting for her.
“Damn Musalmān woman, you’re fucking good. You’re going to have to stop honey before I come,” I told her.
“Look, I’m hungry to know the taste of you. I want you to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I want to swallow every bit of your Hindu cum and know the taste and essence of you.”
She had wrapped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth back around my Uncut Hindu Cock after she had spoken to me and was working it faster.
I was too far gone now to try to talk her out of it.
She had a skilled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān mouth and before I knew it, I was shooting my Hindu load.
Her tongue licked all around my sensitive Uncut Hindu Cock, getting every last drop of my Hindu cum from my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“That is delicious,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd whimpered to me sucking me deeply.
I flipped her quickly onto her back, getting down between her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs.
I wanted to know this Musalmān woman on a face to face basis.
I wanted to fuck her silly night and day.
I had lusted after extremely beautiful Musalmān women since I was young, I lusted after them daily all the years but I had never hungered for a Musalmān woman the way I hungered for this one.
‘Fuck me! Allah! Shove that hard Uncut Hindu Cock in my Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and fuck me,” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd begged me.
For the next few hours, I did nothing but fuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Each time I fucked her it was with more and more passion and lust for her,
I was a fierce Hindu lover of Musalmān Beauties and had a hard time trying to hold back my desire.
When we parted, we had told each other we would be counting the days until the next time we could get together.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd just barely beat me home that night.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd made sure Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was in her room pretending to be asleep when I finally got home.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd lay there, and tossed and turned most of the night in frustration.
Just before Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd fell asleep, she had told herself Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd couldn’t keep up this pretense.
She had to tell me, no matter what happened or what my reaction would be when I found out, she had to tell me.
I was gone when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd got up.
I had left her a note telling her I was playing golf with Shankar Mahāpralayankar, one of my partners in the law firm.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was in the pool when I came home, trying to swim off some of her frustrations.
I waved hello to her then shouted out I was going to change and join her.
I was in a good mood when I got into the pool, was it because I beat my friend in golf or because of last night.
“You’re awfully happy, did you kick Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s butt in golf?”
“No, I beat him by one stroke.”
“You weren’t home when I got home last night, so if you didn’t whip Shankar Mahāpralayankar in golf, did you get laid?”
I almost choked when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd asked me that and Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd laughed out loud not being able to control herself.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, you don’t ask your father a question like that!”
“Why not? You are NOT my father. You are only my Ammī’s Live in Relationship Partner. We’re adults moreover, and I do know about the birds and the bees. I wouldn’t mind if you had, in fact, I sure hope you did, about time you were happy again.”
“Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, even if I had got laid as you so delicately put it, it’s not something a father tells his daughter.”
“Well, I repeat you are NOT my father. I’d tell you if you asked, and for your information I did get laid, and very nicely I might add.”
“Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, what has gotten into you? Fathers don’t want to know those things about their daughters. We like to pretend they will stay virgins and never leave home as it is. Are you on drugs? Honey, you’re not doing drugs are you?”
I had a terrible worried look on my face thinking Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd might be doing drugs.
“No dad I’m not on drugs, I don’t take them, never have, and never will.”
“Thank Eīshān! You had me worried for a moment there.”
“So dad did you or did you not get fucked last night?”
What the fuck was wrong with Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd?
She had never acted this way around me before.
I was glad Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd felt comfortable enough to be able to tell me anything but I never would have thought of her thinking about my sex life and wanting to know about it on top of that!
“You’re fucking with your old dad aren’t you, trying to get me rattled, ok you succeeded, now let’s change the subject shall we.”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd swam up close to me , it was now or never, good or bad I was going to find out what she had done.
“Dad, did you enjoy fucking a stranger Musalmān Beauty? did you enjoy penising her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, then fucking it until the wee hours of the morning?”
I was grave now immensely.
But Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd deliberately went on.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd reached inside the top of her suit, pulled out her club card, and held it up for me to see.
I turned even graver.
“I’ve been a member of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club since I turned eighteen, dad. That’s why I work, to be able to pay the yearly dues. I love to fuck you, and have always enjoyed what the club has to offer me in your exquisite form.”
I was gravest now.
She had seen me at the club so Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd knew that I had probably been with someone last night.
She had just told me Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd loved to fuck me and I couldn’t help but see me fucking her nonstop one after another session.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd moved closer to me in the pool, I was still grave but Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd still pressed forward.
“That was your second time at the club wasn’t it? You must have enjoyed yourself the first time you were there or you wouldn’t have come back for a second time. You were with the same woman weren’t you? Did you enjoy the blow job Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd gave you dad?”
“Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh my God, no!” It suddenly hit me, the moment she had asked me if I had enjoyed the blowjob.
It was Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd herself I had been fucking!
My guts were turning inside out thinking of what she had done.
Of what she had done!
My own stepdaughter had fucked me twice, willingly and wantonly!
And I was not even aware of it?
Why even my own stepdaughters are so crazy to have sex with me?
If I don’t encourage them in my homes, they would join Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and deliberately choose me as their anonymous Hindu sex partner?
Wouldn’t it be better to fuck them in our homes instead, if they insist?
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd pulled her bikini top down baring her breasts.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd pulled my hands up to them forcing them there.
I tried to jerk them away from her.
“Was it so bad dad? I knew what I was doing and I wanted to fuck you, couldn’t wait to fuck you again, and I want to keep on fucking you! I know you’re shocked and maybe it was wrong of me to do that to you without you knowing but I wanted you! If you’re really sickened by the whole thing I’m sorry and I will move out immediately but I know you liked it, I felt your passion dad and you enjoyed fucking me, even if you didn’t know it was me you were fucking!” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd pressed up against me and felt my Uncut Hindu Cock surge to life when Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd pressed her hand against me under the water.
I grabbed her shoulders trying to push her away from me,
“Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, you have got to stop this, it isn’t right!”
“I don’t care about right or wrong dad. I know you want me. your Uncut Hindu Cock is telling me that you want me! If you were so sickened by the whole thing your Uncut Hindu Cock would be limp, not hard and wanting to be inside my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again like it is now!”
I just stood there motionless until I could no longer stand it.
I pulled Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd tight to my chest kissing her fiercely.
It was better to fuck her here in our own home if she needed my Uncut Hindu Lund so badly.
None can provide her what I could.
Okay, let her win now.
We have already fucked each other.
No more harm can be done.
Now the harm was in not fucking her.
Her Satītv and Pātivratý would be affected adversely.
It wouldn’t do any good to anyone.
Moreover, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd was right.
Not only Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd loved me, I did also want her.
We both wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again!
I pulled her bottom off then pressed her up against the side of the pool shoving my Uncut Hindu Cock in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy hard.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd wrapped her legs happily, excitedly, around me as I clutched her hips while I fucked her.
“I’ve done nothing but dream about fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again for two weeks!”
“Same here!”
Even after I had come my Uncut Hindu Cock was still hard and kept fucking her, not wanting to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her longer then I had to.
After I came, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd made me sit on the edge of the pool so Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd could suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd sucked me until I became hard again but I wouldn’t let her suck me off to completion.
I pulled her out of the pool then bent her over one of the pool side tables shoving my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy fucking her hard and making her gasp for breath.
Tonight I would fuck Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd in the same bed I had shared with her Ammī.
Now, she has really replaced her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, forever.
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd is now really the new lady of the house and my new Live in Relationship Partner.
After we had both climaxed I pulled her in the house into my bedroom.
I pushed her down onto my bed, so I could enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I fucked her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān snatch for whole night, getting her off more times than I could remember.
I had just fucked her long and hard again then lay down on her still embedded fully.
My sixty-two years old, utmost experienced, Uncut Hindu Cock was throbbing into her barely eighteen-year-old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I was caressing her body while I kissed her passionately.
“You like it when I play with your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, don’t you?”
“Yes Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd changed our relationship and her addressing to me forever, beaming at me proudly.
“Do you like it when I rub your little bud like this?”
“Oh yes my Live in Relationship Partner.”
“Do you like how I make your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy feel good when I play with it?”
“Yes my only dream man.”
“Do you like it when I put my Uncut Hindu Cock there and fuck and fuck you baby?”
“Yes, yes, yes, méré Hindu Piyā!”
“You like my big Uncut Hindu Cock filling up your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy don’t you baby?”
“Yes, my life, yes!”
“Tell me how much you like it when I fuck on you?”
“Fuck me hard Durgesh darling, I love how you fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. It makes me crazy with more and more desire.”
“I love you, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, as I love your Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī, too.”
“I Promise you Durgesh darling that, your Uncut Hindu Cock will be the only one fucking your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy ever.”
I smiled and kissed her on her lips.
“Only yours Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, I want you to fuck me all the time and never stop. Allah, Oh God Durgesh darling , you’re going to make me cum if you keep rubbing my clit with your Uncut Hindu Cock like that!”
“I want you to cum baby, then I’m going to fuck your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, then I’m going to kiss you fucking you, love you, play with you and fuck you some more all day and night long.”
“Let’s start our honeymoon now. No bloody clothes when we are alone. Let’s remain nude from now on forever when we are alone.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd proposed gladly, “And never keep your Uncut Hindu Lund out of my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until you want it into my mouth.”
“Okay my darling, my new Live in Relationship Partner, done, granted.”
I was going to enjoy fucking Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd’s sweet Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt almost constantly nonstop from now on.
Chapter 17
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh 