After the death sentence
She was now his steady girlfriend.
Neither had she ever wanted to be.
She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.
Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.
“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”
“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”
“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”
I smiled cunningly.
“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”
“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”
“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”
“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”
“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”
“How are you so confirm?”
“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”
“How many were the Musalmīn then?”
“What do you mean?”
“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”
“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”
“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”
HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.
It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.
Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.
They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.
They were fighting for money and fame.
HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.
Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.
“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”
“Let me please him, Åzrah.”
“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”
She started to kiss, lick and suck it.
I couldn’t stop anyone of them.
They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.
We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.
Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.
Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.
They both were unmarried.
I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.
Wasn’t it amazing?
Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.
None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.
Yet, it was true.
She believed in modern values.
Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.
An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.
How ironic it was.
786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.
Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.
Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.
Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*
It started to enter her immediately.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”
She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.
Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,
“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”
“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”
“Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”
“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”
“Oh, really? What?”
“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”
“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
After the death sentence
We agreed to a compromise.
We would wait until she was ready emotionally too and see if we felt the same way.
We would see other people but I would live at home until I met someone else.
Her concession was that we could touch each other but I had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get Al Zāhidah Al Imām past that point – nor let her take me past it.
Our ‘deal’ ended with a sweet long kiss.
That first night, we touched each other into oblivion.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy creamed and Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost count of the number of times I made her come.
My fingers and hands on her, and in her, had Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbing the walls.
I touched her lightly along her neck down to her breasts and said,
“You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body.”
Everything that could be done to a clit, I did to her.
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām. I can touch you there all night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.” and I did.*
The next morning, for her sanity, Al Zāhidah Al Imām added the ‘vitamin’ rule to our bargain:
Once A Day.
After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly.
Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other’s arms, and our craving for more was excruciating.
We didn’t cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t let me stay the night in her bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her behind, Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t get any sleep.
That didn’t prevent Al Zāhidah Al Imām from going to my bed when her desire to be near me overwhelmed her.
Many of her dreams haunted her.
The nightmare was that they were so sweet.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām was finally skewered on my fat ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and I was fucking Al Zāhidah Al Imām until Al Zāhidah Al Imām screamed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām woke up dripping from every pore and every hole.
They were so real Al Zāhidah Al Imām awoke angry with me for going back on our deal and frustrated that I really hadn’t.
I couldn’t understand why my Musalmān ‘daughter in law’ was so grumpy on so many mornings.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t tell me how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me because it only would have made it harder for her and Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew from experience that I was hard enough all the time.
Somehow we made it until six months.
On a weekend Al Zāhidah Al Imām had to travel for business, Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me to come with her.
Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return.
Before we’d even touched, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was undressing in front of the mirror and Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw me sitting on the bed.
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I’m going to have you tonight.”
It wasn’t angry or asking.
It was a matter of fact.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām turned and took off her bra and said,
“Yes honey, you are.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām walked over to me and offered her nipple to my fingers.
We had waited so long; we both instinctively knew that our first time should not be wasted in a heated rush.
I squeezed each nipple long and hard.
Each pull sent sensations to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām stroked the back of my head as I pulled her panties down, and she said,
“That’s good Durgesh…you make Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel it down to here.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām opened her legs as Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood before me and put my hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I rubbed her gently.
“You have a soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cunt,” I told her. “…A sweet soft Musalmān cunt that I’m going to be inside…in here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in here.” As I spoke my finger entered and explored.
I took my finger out and raised it to her lips.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted her juice and it excited me.
“…I’m going to be here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in your mouth …my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…” Al Zāhidah Al Imām squeezed my wet finger and rolled my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock around it.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down at the handsome face and just said
Al Zāhidah Al Imām should have expected what came next but Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t.
I reached between her spread legs and found the tender pucker.
I sent my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock into the small channel and said, “I’m going to fuck you here Al Zāhidah Al Imām…in your gorgeous beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be here, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, here.” I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock as far as it would go.
“Allah Allah! OH God…Durgesh…yes…in my …in all of me.”
It sent a shiver through her, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to do it.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām sat next to me and took my shirt off.
I stood and Al Zāhidah Al Imām took off my pants too.
My long, wide, ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and poised by her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth; the smell of sex was on it.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām licked the Hindu length of it and it sprang as Al Zāhidah Al Imām slathered my balls with saliva.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sucking long before I pulled out of her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew what we both wanted.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned back and positioned herself to take the insertion Al Zāhidah Al Imām had waited so long for.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“I’m ready Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s ready for you…”
I was breathing hard.
I approached Al Zāhidah Al Imām on my knees and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock looked like a spear coming out from between my legs.
I spread her by the ankles and said,
“I’m ready too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…I’ve been ready to fuck you for as long as I can remember…ready to put this ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside you where it belongs to…”
As I spoke Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the head of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Her wetness had made me accessible to the first penetration of my steel Hindu shaft.
“Yes Durgesh …that’s where it belongs to…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her deep and I did.
“Allah! OH God love…so good…Durgesh, I don’t know how I waited this long…oh honey thank you…thank you for waiting for me…for loving me…now we never have to wait anymore…yes Durgesh…love me…love me with your big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…always…always…”
As Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke, Al Zāhidah Al Imām surprisingly started to spasm.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to wait but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a yell and as I stroked her harder and faster, it felt like only seconds passed after her first orgasm when Al Zāhidah Al Imām began to climb again.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t feel me come and I was still hard as a rock inside her.
I pulled out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and took my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām could gird herself, I had pushed, passed her tight anal ring and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the enormous pressure of my ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock working its way into a place it seemed it could not fit.
As I moved deeper in her Musalmān ass, my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock felt more massive than it ever looked.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt as stretched as Al Zāhidah Al Imām could get. Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel the tears at the corners of her eyes but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined not to stop me.
“Is it too much for you, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…should I stop? Can you take it?”
Could Al Zāhidah Al Imām take it?
Al Zāhidah Al Imām could take it forever.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved having the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her again and most of all Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved that it was My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock that was now deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Her loud moans and the pressure eased somewhat as Al Zāhidah Al Imām relaxed.
As her fear subsided, Al Zāhidah Al Imām began enjoying the pulsing heat and friction My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had created along the walls her tight Musalmān channel.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“No Durgesh, don’t stop…stay inside me ever…it’s where your new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, wants you…yes my Hindu love…push into Al Zāhidah Al Imām…tell me you need me Durgesh …tell me…”
“Yes, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need this… Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need to be in you…fucking you like this…fucking you like I’m always going to fuck you…fucking you…fucking you…fucking you…”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel me encountering the globes of her gorgeous Musalmān ass as I gave her all of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
It might be hours even.
However we both enjoyed it more than we anticipated.
To her immense surprise, Al Zāhidah Al Imām found she enjoyed it even more than me.
Allah, she never knew she was so crazy to enjoy even anal sex with me.
How the hell Durgesh knew it?
Who told Durgesh it?
Her own husband?
None else could have known it.
Durgesh was the only man in her entire life after Muħammad Afzal.
And Durgesh would be the last too.
Now even Muħammad Afzal can’t touch Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Muħammad Afzal didn’t love her more than his terrorist father even.
For Muħammad Afzal, his terrorist father was more important than his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Shame on you, Muħammad Afzal.
I hate you, Muħammad Afzal.
I hate you now tremendously.
She was furious now.
Muħammad Afzal had deceived her.
He had used her to protect his terrorist father sentenced to death.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a damnfool actually still faithful to Muħammad Afzal.
She was herself fucking me now tremendously, wildly, furiously, in her rage.
She wanted to revenge now.
Alas, she didn’t know it when she met her father in law.
Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd had watched his daughter in law scrutinizing her carefully,
“I never expected we need to talk.”
“Afzal wanted it, Abbu.”
“Why the hell he himself couldn’t do it?” Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd
asked quite unsatisfied, “Doesn’t the bastard know this place is not for his wife to visit ever?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.
“Your son has run away.”
“The bastard, he really isn’t my real son.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned,
“Allah, do you really mean it, Abbu?”
“You still think terrorism is bravery?”
“It isn’t terrorism, it’s ‘Jihad’.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām nodded but said nothing.
It was useless to argue with a persistent animal.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself hated the terrorists very much.
Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd wiped his eyes again, this time with his other sleeve.
He removed a cigarette and put it between his lips.
His hand shook as he flicked the lighter.
He puffed quickly.
“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low, husky voice.
“I’ve already answered that. Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal wanted it. I can’t inherit his property of several millions if I didn’t try to let Durgesh protect you.”
“Your ‘bastard’ husband, Muħammad Afzal, is really gone crazy. Durgesh is one of the many those destroyed me.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.
“Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal, told me you never admit your mistakes. You always claim somebody else is responsible for everything you are suffering from.”
Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd watched her harshly.
“Are you really my Bahħū Bégum?”
“What do you mean?”
“You talk as if Durgesh is fucking you ab initio, not my son.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned.
Her face became intense red with indomitable fury.
The terrorist animal didn’t deserve her attention even a bit.
Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd lacked normal etiquette even.
He used the word ‘fucked’ without any hesitation at all.
Instead, it was evident from his expression that he enjoyed using that humiliating word for her immensely.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām moaned in relief as I began to shoot in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…lovely soothing cum…the cum Al Zāhidah Al Imām waited so long to have inside her… her Hindu love’s cum…My Hindu cum…filling Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s firm Musalmān ass with what she needed.
That night was the beginning of a new ‘deal’ between Al Zāhidah Al Imām and me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām promised me Al Zāhidah Al Imām would never say “no” to me again.
I would take Al Zāhidah Al Imām whenever and however I wanted her, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām would let me.
It was an easy bargain to keep.
Privately, our life together naturally evolved over the next year more into one of ashvinātam lovers than any other relationship.
The only thing missing after a while were friends.
We couldn’t go out as a couple and be ourselves where so many people knew us, so we decided to move to the city.
Starting over wasn’t easy but we had each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām struck up a friendship with Åzrah Iqbāl, a friendly, good looking woman at work who was also involved in a ‘May-December’ romance.
It turned out that Mohan was ten years her junior and the son of her best friend.
As we got to know them we all became closer and visions of sugarplums began Icing in My and her head.
We didn’t talk about it for the longest time but when the conversation between us turned to,
“Do you think Åzrah Iqbāl is sexy? Do you think Mohan is good looking?” we both knew what was on the other’s mind.
The thought of having two men in Åzrah Iqbāl at once began feeding her fantasy life.
I finally said it,
“What do you think of the four of us getting past conversation and into something more exciting?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,
“It sounds sexy to Al Zāhidah Al Imām but do you think it can…change things? Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t want to do anything that would come between us; you know, what if you really liked Åzrah Iqbāl and…?
“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you; this would just be playing around…anyway who knows if they would be interested?”
It turned out that Åzrah Iqbāl and Mohan had had the same idea from the start.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure about the whole thing but Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured I’d go along once and see what happened.
The first night started out awkwardly and we were sitting around talking nonsense over drinks for the longest time when Åzrah Iqbāl got up and took off her blouse.
“Hey guys, this is why we’re here, isn’t it?” She walked over to me, sat in my Hindu lap entirely unashamed of her, and started kissing me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had a rush of mixed feelings.
First, Åzrah Iqbāl was kissing her ideal and a pang of jealousy ran through Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits looked bigger than Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was soon distracted when my hands began roaming over her body.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure what the others had in mind but Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t going to let Åzrah Iqbāl and me go off separately so Åzrah Iqbāl ‘steered’ us all into one bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured there were lots of possible combinations and Al Zāhidah Al Imām sort of directed things so that the two utmost seasoned Hindu men ‘did’ Åzrah Iqbāl and then I alone do Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock went into Åzrah Iqbāl’s Musalmān mouth, and Mohan’s short, fat, Brāhmañ dick pushed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām got turned on and Al Zāhidah Al Imām went kissing me as we fucked and squeezed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t think anyone could make as much noise as Åzrah Iqbāl did.
As Mohan Dīxit attacked Åzrah Iqbāl from behind like a battering ram she screamed as she came. Åzrah Iqbāl probably wasn’t that happy about it because I hadn’t come and she pulled her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock while she was sounding off.
We all sat on the bed for a few minutes touching each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over and kissed my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and tasted Åzrah Iqbāl’s juice on me as her lips stroked me into hardness.
Mohan returned the favor by licking Åzrah Iqbāl for a while.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought I wanted Åzrah Iqbāl to suck me and have I do Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I had done Åzrah Iqbāl but Al Zāhidah Al Imām had other ideas.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had come to this party because Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know what it felt like to have two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl at once.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām directed me on my back and sat over me putting my stubby Hindu thickness into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It felt good and I did fill Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I did fill Åzrah Iqbāl.
I immediately started bucking up like I was off to the races but Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed me to a less frenetic pace.
I knew what Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted and had greased her asshole as Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over my chest to give me access.
The big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in the small hole coupled with the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in Åzrah Iqbāl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had already almost overwhelmed me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew that a thin membrane separated the two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl, but it felt to Åzrah Iqbāl like they were both in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and both in her Musalmān ass.
The two utmost seasoned Hindu men had pushed in and out of her Musalmān holes as our hands roamed, rubbing and tugging at her tits and ass.
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us come together…
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us both filling her with our Hindu cum…in her beautiful Musalmān ass and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åzrah Iqbāl urged us on, telling us how good it felt.
I always had good control and I waited until I heard Mohan’s unmistakable sounds of release.
Åzrah Iqbāl called to me as Åzrah Iqbāl felt the first stream of Mohan in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Give it to me Durgesh…give it to Åzrah Iqbāl, please…”
I pounded her Musalmān ass and the heat was excruciating as I fucked her tight Musalmān hole.
I came in her a second or two after Mohan started but it seemed like I kept shooting long after Mohan finished.
Åzrah Iqbāl felt the heat and force of my jets and Al Zāhidah Al Imām missed hearing me calling me “Al Zāhidah Al Imām”; which still sent a shiver of excitement through her even after a year of hearing me call to ‘Al Zāhidah Al Imām’ as I came.
Åzrah Iqbāl didn’t come but was on the edge.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t wait for them to leave so Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have her Durgesh to herself.
When we were finally alone, I squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a hard loving Uncut Hindu Cock that sent Al Zāhidah Al Imām to the sky.
My long strokes and pressure around her Musalmān clit kept me on the verge for an eternity.
I knew well the trembling and small sounds Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually made before Al Zāhidah Al Imām came and kept stopping before Al Zāhidah Al Imām went over.
When Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally couldn’t stand it anymore Al Zāhidah Al Imām was pulling my hair and almost begging,
“Please Durgesh…let me come…make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām come…”
Finally I took her clit and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around it without stopping.
It was an exquisite first surge, almost painful, and then blessed release.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“You are so good for me, Durgesh…you know how to make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām happy.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām kissed the sweet lips that brought her so much pleasure.
We stayed friends with Mohan Dīxit and Åzrah Iqbāl but that was our only sexual encounter.
Fantasies were fine but we didn’t feel the need to act them out with others; we were enough for each other.
After all, I had Musalmān Beauties who wanted me to fuck them all the time and Al Zāhidah Al Imām had me who did what she needed.
In a month it will be ten years since I’ve been with Al Zāhidah Al Imām as Hindu man and Musalmān woman.
I’ve added ‘wife’ to her feelings.
Although we are not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage Al Zāhidah Al Imām have ever seen.
We’ve had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it’s been so good that sometimes it makes her afraid, particularly when the sex is especially good.
Last night was a good example.
We were going to see the Abba play and Al Zāhidah Al Imām was more dressed up than usual.
The dress made her look busty.
I came in to the room and said,
“Wow, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you look great.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had white thigh highs on.
“Are you wearing the underwear that you usually wear with those stockings?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām laughed and flashed me the thong part of the frilly white set.
I gave her a serious look and said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want to fuck you before we go.”
It still thrilled Al Zāhidah Al Imām to see my eager ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock get hard for her and as Al Zāhidah Al Imām unbuttoned the dress.
Looking at the desire in my eyes all these years later, made Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel lucky.
I didn’t want to wait for her to fiddle with the ten buttons.
I pulled the dress up from the bottom.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew it, her panties were down and I was in her.
It was wonderful how well my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had learned to make her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy respond but instead of enjoying it as Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually did, Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary and scared.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām did what Al Zāhidah Al Imām do in her dumb Moments,
“What if…” What if Durgesh stops loving me, what if Durgesh stops wanting me? I’ve tried to stay in shape but I know Ii can’t look as good as I did ten years ago so what if Durgesh stops finding me attractive?
I knew something was wrong and when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me, I put my arms outside of her and gathered her into me.
With small kisses all over her face, I kept pushing slowly in and out of Al Zāhidah Al Imām saying,
“You never have to worry, Al Zāhidah Al Imām; I’m going to love you forever. You’ll always be beautiful because Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you…all you ever have to do is love me back.”
I stroked her hair as my driving ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filled Al Zāhidah Al Imām with pleasure.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed and let my loving take her to the place where my love of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body filled her heart.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām surrendered to my hands, my fingers and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her sweet Durgesh rode up into her belly and reached the place that always made her cry out.
The long even Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy elicited her soft moans.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām let the last hold she had on herself go as my mouth covered hers, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt every inch of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
All of her said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām belongs to you, Durgesh, forever.”
Her body flushed under her clothes when Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt I started coming in her.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled me too deep into herself.
A jolt set off her orgasm and it felt as if her cum was coating my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām entered the moment Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to live in forever, never thinking once of the wrinkled dress she’d have to change.
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