Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 13
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Chapter 13
Durgesh Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar:
The threesome
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar kicked me on my chest in mock indignation, smiling brilliantly all the time,
“You old Hindu scoundrel.”
I took her in my arms, hugging her,
“Sālī, want to get laid?”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled cunningly,
“That’s a good idea. I’ll be a lot more comfortable. Give me a few minutes Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love.”
I sat on the sofa and waited.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan went back to reading his paper.
Perhaps it was his only hobby he was so obsessed with.
After about 10 minutes, I got one of the most pleasant surprises of my life.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar came into the living room with a dark blue bath towel draped around her and carrying a couple of smaller towels, the same color.
The bath towel covered her boobs and down to the tops of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs, leaving most of her legs and the area above her boobs completely exposed.
I had never seen her like this before and I felt my Uncut Hindu Prick nudge against my shorts.
“That’s better,” she smiled wickedly. “Now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, I’ve brought in some small towels. I’m going to lie on the massage table and you’ll have to put one over my bottom under the bath towel and then take the bath towel off so you can massage me properly.”
I too smiled wickedly now.
Not quite believing what I was hearing and trying to cover the slight Hindu bulge in my shorts with one hand.
“Sure my dear, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. Why not? Why else for your ever young, ever sexy, Hindu Nandoī is? “I said, rather exultantly.
With the bath towel still wrapped around her, she lay herself face down on the massage table.
I grabbed a smaller towel from her hand without even a slightest hesitation, whilst she released the bath towel from under her, so it was free from below but still covered her back and butt.
“Just slip the small towel under the big one, so it’s over my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān bottom,” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled at me significantly, “You love us Musalmān Beauties’ bottoms very much. Don’t you?”
“Of course, Jānam. They are made for my ravenous Hindu male lap, you know.”
“That’s right Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” added Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, looking up from reading his paper.
My hands were quite steady and confident.
I lifted the blue bath towel slightly from where it covered her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs, so as not to expose her completely, and slid the smaller towel under it, over both thighs.
I didn’t get a glimpse of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt.
I looked away to appear quite innocent and neutral to what I was doing.
In fact, I was neither.
And why should I be?
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was dying for sex with me and her own husband was there, not objecting even the slightest.
Why should I?
Even if they were after my zillions, it was okay with me.
What else for have I made my zillions?
Let’s see who takes what from whom.
Replacing the bath towel over the smaller one, I slid the small towel up.
My fingers invariably couldn’t help running over the fleshy cheeks of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s ass as I did so.
The feeling was extremely arousing, and my Uncut Hindu Lund jerked up in my shorts again.
I tried to adjust the smaller towel so it would be covering most of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass, but although I couldn’t see its position exactly, I could tell the towel was not really very big, and would only just cover it.
‘Oh fuck,’ I thought. ‘How am I going to control myself?’
“That seems fine,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “The small towel feels like its positioned ok – you can remove the bath towel now.”
I smiled.
‘Here we go, keep cool, keep calm….’
My heart raced.
Slowly, starting from where the bath towel lay over her shoulder blades, I started to peel it back, revealing more and more of her naked Pakistani Musalmān flesh.
First, her mid-back came into view, then the lower back and then the smaller blue towel just covering her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt, and finally it was all off.
I threw the large towel on the sofa and stared at the awesome sight in front of me.
As young, twenty-eight years old, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar lay there on the massage table, for the first time I saw her almost naked from the back, and it was a vision to behold.
Her skin was very lightly tanned, hairless and smooth looking, and as she lay there.
I could even see the sides of her boobs as they squashed outwards against the cushion of the massage table.
The smaller towel only just covered her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass, as it rose with the line of her large butt cheeks from the small of her back and down to the tops of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs.
I could now also have a better sense of her body’s proportions.
And Eīshān, did it look good?
She had a very voluptuous figure, and not even a little overweight.
She had retained her curves, and there was an arch shape from her boobs down to her hips and waist, giving an hourglass figure of sorts.
Now I could see the shape of her fabulous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass more clearly than ever before.
Although not fully exposed due to the small towel, the flesh of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks rose up in a smooth curved fleshy mound, and their width was such that, although large, her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt looked exact in proportion to the rest of her body.
I ached to bury my Uncut Hindu Lund in between her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks there and then, but I had to hold myself back.
“Now you can massage me properly.” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and placed her head down on her folded elbows.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up from his paper.
“Oh yes, that’s much better now isn’t it Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī? You can now massage your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar like a professional,” he added, smiling.
By now, I was quite confident neither of them would object ever in my having sex with her.
For Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, it was a personal matter between his wife, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and I.
For Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, it was her triumph over me that I fuck her.
She thought she was seducing me.
Moreover, it was true even.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was straining in my shorts.
I was standing so my crotch area was below the top of the table.
It couldn’t be seen by both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan from the position I was in.
“Yea Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan – Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looks much more comfortable, and I should be able to do a much better job.” I blurted out.
My head was in a spin at the sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar virtually nude from the back, in front of me.
“I just need to go to the toilet for a minute.”
I grabbed one of the other small towels so as to cover the front of my shorts and marched to the bathroom.
I regained some composure before walking back into the living room.
The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar again, virtually naked from the back was amazing, and I knew that touching her skin would get me going again, but I had to do it.
“You ok Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love?” cooed Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, looking up as I walked in.
She had a quite teasing smile on her lips.
“Yea Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar – just had to relieve myself,” I replied whilst at the same time thinking what a relief she didn’t know in what way.
“That’s alright then,” she said.
I moved over to the side of the table and barely knew where to start.
The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s near nakedness had me dazzled, a bit like a rabbit looking into the headlights of an oncoming car in the dark.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan then looked up from his paper.
“Don’t be shy now Dūlhā Bhāī, give your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar a good rub all over.”
“All over?” I smiled at him significantly, “a good rub?”
“Sure, why not?” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was either really dumb or at least he was acting so deliberately.
My sixty-two years long experiences were telling me the possibilities of the both.
“How could I forget the most of the Musalmīn were never very much concerned about the morals of their houseladies if it concerned with Islam, politics or money.
Were they not the same who were appreciating the activities of Binnāt-e-Islam, Dukħtarān-e-Millat and other similar organizations of Musalmān Beauties, calling them Jihad?
Double Standards.
The marriages and Live in relationship of Musalmān Beauties with Hindus was not allowed in Islam, according to them, but seduction of Hindus and even having sex with them by the same Musalmān Beauties was not only allowed, it was Jihad as well.
The sons obtained thus were trained in Islamic terrorism.
They laughed that Hindus’ own sons, even if their Ammīs were ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Mujāhidāt, were killing their Hindu fathers and relations.
Their Communal Political Blindness had blinded them incredibly.
They were proud of it that they were making the sons kill their fathers.
They were too communal to think ever how inhumane and animalistic it was.
They pretended it was the Islam Ħuzūrs brought.
They pretended its success was what Allah wanted.
The sheer ludicrousness of it was that they wanted others to believe it too.
What an utter lack of wisdom!
How the Pseudo Musalmīn lacked normal prudence even.
I placed my hands at the centre of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s back and started to massage in smooth swirling motions.
“Er..yep..sure Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan . I was just about to start.”
The skin on her back felt wonderful to the touch.
“Ooh that’s lovely” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “Just what I needed after a long hot day.”
I carried on up to her shoulders, still standing at the side of the table.
My Uncut Hindu Prick had already started moving inside my shorts.
I dared not go to the end of the table by her head in case she spotted it, even though it would be below her eye level, under the table.
I kept my hands over her back although it was tempting to let them slide down to her sides where her tits protruded out a little, as they lay squashed against the massage table cushion.
I thought I should wait a bit before trying that.
Then I started moving downwards for the first time. Slowly down, past her rib cage, along the curve of her spine and to the small of her back just above the start of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān buttocks.
My Uncut Hindu Prick responded again.
I looked up to see if Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was watching but he had his head in the paper.
I carried on rubbing my hands, firmly, kneading the flesh beneath me.
It felt wonderful.
“Do my lower back a bit more Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
“Sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I replied.
As my hands went over the small of her back, I let my fingers wander over the beginning of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, under the towel.
Eīshān, it felt great!
“Mmmm…that’s nice,” she said softly.
I’d kind of got used to her being quite expressive when my hands wandered near her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was now straining against my shorts again.
‘Oh boy’ I thought, ‘What am I going to do now?’ as I tried not to let her or Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan see the tent in my shorts.
“Can you do my neck please now?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar after a minute or two. “It’ll be easier if you stand at the top of the table,” she added.
‘Fuck it’ I thought. ‘She’s gonna see my hard on now.’
Smiling cunningly, I moved up to the end of the table by her head.
She looked up for a Moment and saw the bulge in my shorts.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, what’s that?” she teased me.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up, hearing her remark.
The game was up.
They could now both see clearly the tent in my shorts.
“Oh…er..sorry Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar …er…Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan ,” I blurted out. “I…I …er..couldn’t help it, you know, just seeing you in the flesh and all. I think I’ve just got a bit worked up. I’m sorry, shall I leave the room?”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan exchanged glances.
“Throw me my bath towel,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar without getting up so as not to expose her tits.
Smiling, I grabbed the bath towel and handed it to her not looking away, damn caring so she could cover herself up.
I now expected a good telling off, especially from Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
“Oh you poor sexiest Hindu.” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar to my surprise. “I should have thought about it a bit more before asking you to massage me with so little on.”
“Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī!” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan in his quite authoritarian tone, which I knew so well when he was annoyed.
‘Here we go, I thought, here it comes, he’s going to go mad at me.’
“Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” he repeated, “you are only a Hindu man I see.”
I smiled, waiting for the next sentence, and not quivering at all even the slightest.
“Does your Salhaj excite you when you massage her?” he added, to my utter surprise.
“Oh..er..well..I’m just not used to seeing her, a Musalmān Beauty without any clothes on, and…and… I guess I do find it exciting,” I said, trying to sound all innocent and like the victim here.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan smiled at my response, which stunned me.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, I do feel very flattered” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar who was now sitting on the massage table with her legs hanging down and her voluptuous young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān body covered with the bath towel, as when she had originally come into the room.
“Is there any part of me that excites you especially when you touch it?” she asked to my utter astonishment.
I smiled again, now more confident of myself.
I looked over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan .
“Go on,” he said “answer your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar truthfully, now.”
“Oh..well..I guess..er.., I mean, I think…well I do like your bottom a lot.” I finally blurted out as if half embarrassed, though I was certainly not.
If Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was playing game, why shouldn’t I?
If Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t stop his own wife playing games with me, who the hell was he to stop me?
Both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan laughed out loud.
“Yes, me too” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan , again, to my surprise. I’d never heard him, or Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar talk like this before, and I couldn’t quite believe I was having this conversation with them both!
“Well, maybe we should stop for now,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar in a semi serious tone. “Perhaps your sālā Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan will have to talk to you about this. Don’t feel bad or ashamed though Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, it’s quite normal for a Hindu man like you to get excited when seeing a scantily clad Musalmān Beauty , even if it is your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “She added smiling. “Why don’t you take a shower and cool off now”.
I felt a wave of relief go over me and left the room.
Later, when I was in bed, I thought about the evening’s events before going to sleep.
I guess it would have happened sometime or other, and it was kind of a relief that they knew how I had been feeling whilst massaging Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
I was getting so aroused; I wouldn’t have been able to do it much longer without losing my head!
Their easygoing reaction did surprise me though.
The thought of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar naked got me worked up again, and I wanked myself off thinking about her before going to sleep.
The next few days were a bit strange in that neither Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar nor Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan mentioned what had happened, and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar didn’t ask me to massage her.
We spoke as normal and got on with our daily activities, but it was as if nothing unusual had occurred, and I cared not raise the subject myself to avoid further discomfiture.
Then after about a week, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan called me into living room one evening.
He sat on the sofa next to Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
“Please, Sit down Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, “said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan. “We have something important to talk to you about.”
I sat down in Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘usual’ armchair.
“Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” started Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar really misses your massages. You know she was getting a lot of relief in her feet and back and she’s not as comfortable as she was before.”
I looked at Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar who smiled reassuringly.
“But,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “we realize you are a Hindu man with normal, shall we say, human feelings, and we have a problem in that you get sexually aroused whilst massaging her.”
“I do feel very flattered, Hindu Nandoījī,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, looking at me.
“Your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I have talked about this over the last few days, and we’ve decided that Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar will help you out by providing some relief to your feelings, so you can carry on massaging her and relieving her aches and pains.”
I sat there, utter incredulous, mouth deliberately shut, with my eyes grave, not believing quite what I was hearing.
“You poor thing” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar . “I was just being selfish and not thinking of the effect I was having on you. But we’ll work something out” she added smiling, and with a wink.
I smiled, though lost for words actually.
“Are you ok with that?” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
I recovered my composure and said hesitatingly, “So what does that actually mean Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan?”
“Well, when you get, shall we say ‘worked up’,” he emphasized the words ‘worked up’; “Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar will help you to relax again so you can carry on massaging her without letting the problem, get in the way.”
“We can just relieve each other’s aches,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar with a slight giggle.
I started to feel aroused as she spoke.
“Oh,” I said, not quite believing what she was saying.
“There will be some rules, however,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan. “Firstly, from now on you will massage Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar on our bed in the bedroom. Secondly, only when I am here. Thirdly, it’s better to keep these, shall we say, sessions, between us, and not let anyone else know, as other people might not understand. Are you ok with that?”
“Yea sure Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I replied, still stunned inward by this conversation, but not letting my actual state come out in my expressions.
“Would you like to give me a massage now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, ?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar .
“Sure” I replied, with my Uncut Hindu Lund semi-erect in my pants after all this talk, and my heart racing.
“Let’s go to the bedroom,” replied Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar as she got up.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan and I followed her.
My legs were, deliberately kept by me, not trembling at the thought of what was to come.
After all, I had to keep my dignity as well.
I had to help my sālā, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, if he wanted me for his wife.
He knew more of her than I did, naturally.
In Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s bedroom there was a large king-size bed in the centre with a study table by the window and an armchair similar to my Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s favorite chair that was in the living room.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan sat himself in the armchair with his newspaper.
“Now, you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar just do your stuff whilst I read my paper just like we used to do in the living room” he said. “I can also watch you both and make sure you’re comfortable and doing a good job with helping Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.”
I couldn’t quite believe it, but he seemed just to want to carry on like before, but watch me massage Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar on the bed.
I decided to go with the flow, pulled up a stool near the end of the bed and sat on it.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sat on end of the bed and faced me.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, your Ever Inefficient Pakistani Musalmān Sālā and I decided that it would be better if I relieved you first so you can concentrate better on my massage afterwards. I’m going to undress and let you have a good look at me.”
I smiled.
‘Did she just say what I thought she said?’, raced through my mind.
With that, she started to unbutton her cream-colored blouse.
I still couldn’t believe what was happening.
First, the top two buttons and then she pulled the blouse out from where it was tucked into her skirt, and then finally the last two buttons.
I could see a cream colored bra underneath which covered her young, erect, Mount Everest, Pakistani Musalmān boobs.
I caught my breath as she removed her blouse completely and smiled at me.
Her bra was quite low cut.
They sure were big.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar moved her hands over her bra in circular motions as she touched the fabric, and looked at me, smiling. “I’ll show you more of these in a minute,” she said teasingly.
My heart was pounding inward.
But outwardly I kept my face grave deliberately.
Then without any further hesitation, she unzipped her skirt and let it slide down, just like that!
And what a pleasant surprise I got.
She wasn’t wearing any panties even!
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was certainly on my prey today.
In addition, her husband was also in it.
What were they after actually?
My zillions?
Why not?
Wasn’t that was the reason most of them were around me 24x7x365?
Or was it Islam?
Yes, some of them had that goal also, sincerely.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up and grinned.
“Oh that’s nice, darling,” he said. “Don’t be shy now Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” he said looking at me and in a tone like we’d done this a hundred times before, and then went back to reading his paper.
This was amazing!
Quite incredible!
Yet true.
Truth was really sometimes stranger than fiction.
Wasn’t it?
There in front of me stood Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, naked from the waist down, wearing just a bra.
For the first time I saw her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot from the front, although not a close up yet!
There was a neatly trimmed looking triangular patch of pubic hair there.
“I know you like my bottom, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, so I thought not to waste any time, and leave my panties off,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar .
And with that she turned around and showed me her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt in its natural glory.
It was lightly tanned with wide mound like ass cheeks.
The flesh rippled a bit as she stood.
I stared transfixed and absorbed the young Pakistani Musalmān curves, the shape, and the parting line in the middle of her cheeks.
As I stared at Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s extremely gorgeous, young, firm, perfect, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass in its natural state for the first time ever, I realized it was more fabulous than I’d ever imagined.
It was all my dreams come true.
I wanted to fuck it there and then, as well as to fuck her Pakistani Musalmān Choot.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was now straining vigorously in my pants.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up again
“Give him a wiggle,” he said laughing.
And with that Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, standing on the spot wriggled her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass in front of me, and I saw her fleshy ass cheeks ripple and slither against each other causing my heart rate to go into overtime.
“Do you like Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s bottom?” she said teasingly, without turning around.
My mouth was dry, but I managed to utter quite confidently,
“Wow Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.”
“Would you like to see what’s between my ass cheeks?” she then said, again without turning around, and swinging her hips.
This made me even more mesmerized, seeing her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks wobble from side to side in front of me.
“Yea Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I smiled winking at her.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed.
“You can have a little peek now” she said, “But I’ll let you have a better look later. We don’t want you using up all your energy now do we?”
And with that she parted her legs a little, and bent herself forward slightly.
The parting between her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks opened slightly, but I still couldn’t get a clear view of her.
Then as if she knew I wouldn’t be able to see quite clearly, she placed her hands on her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, one on each, and then slowly pulled her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks apart.
I gasped shamelessly.
“Wow Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said again, this time louder, and with more energy.
Why should I feel shame while both the husband and wife were so shameless themselves?
Now, I could clearly see her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot, with what looked like small flaps of skin hanging down either side.
I’d never seen a her extremely beautiful young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Choot before, so the sight was completely new to me.
Then pulling her cheeks apart further, I saw her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass hole, and what a glorious sight it was.
It was light pinkish-brown and with a star like appearance emanating from the centre.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was now raging.
She let go of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks and wriggled on the spot again, letting me see her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks ripple and wobble again.
As she did so, she put her hands behind her and unclasped the bra straps.
She pulled off the bra and turned around again letting me see in full view her large tits. I sucked in air as I saw the large areola surrounding her nipples.
She shook her tits at me and smiled letting me see them in all their glory.
Then, putting her hands on her hips she said,
“Shall we see what effect I’ve had on you so far? Come on, take off your trousers.”
“Don’t be shy now Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī,” added Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, looking at me.
I stood up and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed proudly seeing the front of my pants stretched to the limit by my already hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
I undid the catch of my pants and hesitated for a Moment, teasing her actually.
I kind of felt a strange pride showing my Uncut Hindu Lund like this to both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
“Come on,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “There’s nothing to hide from us.”
I grabbed both my boxer shorts and my pants and yanked them down in one go.
There I stood with my trousers at my feet and my 7 inch Uncut Hindu Lund sticking out rock hard, with pre-cum oozing out of the tip.
“My, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you have are really big,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked at me and said,
“Well done Dūlhā Bhāī. Now let your extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, relieve you as we discussed. Take your top off as well.”
I kicked my pants and underwear away, pulled off my t-shirt and stood in front of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan completely naked.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sat down on the end of the bed.
“Now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you already know there are many ways in which a Musalmān Beauty can relieve you. One is to take your Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān mouth, which I enjoy very much.”
“Thank you Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, if you are really suggesting doing it yourself,” I smiled proudly.
“You are most welcome in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth,” she laughed. “Now come over her and stand in front of me.”
I obliged her.
“Now,” she continued, “before I play with it, you know when Hindu men and Musalmān women relieve each other like this, we often say words which may sound sexy or unusual. Your Ever Inefficient Pakistani Musalmān Sālā and I often use these words when we relieve each other and we feel it is ok for you to do the same, if you want to. Do you know what I mean?”
I was stunned again by her remarks, but way too much, into what was happening to care now.
As far as I could see, we were going to have sex of every sort, so it didn’t really matter what I said now.
“Yea sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, you mean words like Uncut Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot and tits, or fuck?”
“That’s right, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, ” she said smiling and looking pleased that I knew what she had meant. Now, don’t mind if I say some of these words as well as its quite relieving when Hindu men and Musalmān women play together. Isn’t that right Ħabīb?” she said looking over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan had dropped his paper and was now watching us intently.
“Yes that’s right darling. You just go ahead and say what you like Dūlhā Bhāī, we don’t mind at all, and it will probably help to relieve you better as well. Remember Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar is helping to relieve you so you can massage her really well afterwards.”
“Come closer Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
I moved myself to the end of the bed so that the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund was directly in front of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s ravenous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
She grabbed the base with one hand and then looking up into my eyes as she did so, took the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her warm, welcoming Musalmān mouth.
I gasped, feeling the ecstatic warmth of a young Musalmān Beauty’s moist lips and mouth around my Uncut Hindu Lund, especially Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s for the first time.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar that feels so good.”
I inched myself a little closer to her face and she started bobbing her head forward and backwards as she took my Uncut Hindu Lund deeper and deeper into her warm, wet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
“Oh fuck,” I cried out, starting to feel totally uninhibited.
Actually, I wanted to tease Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
But he looked at me proudly instead, as if saying,
‘Look what an excellent Musalmān wife I have!’
She then stopped sucking for a Moment and lapped her tongue around the head.
I couldn’t believe this was happening.
Here was Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sucking on my Uncut Hindu Lund and her husband Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looking on encouragingly a few feet away.
“Go on, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar – suck Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī well,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan out loud.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked up at me again and then let her tongue lick the piss slit at the tip of my Uncut Hindu Prick, playing and tickling it for a Moment , and then engulfed my entire shaft again in her Musalmān mouth .
I grabbed her head and carried on pumping back and forth in time with her sucking motions.
As I looked down again, I could see her large boobs jiggle and bounce under my Uncut Hindu Prick.
The sight of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s tits bouncing up and down, and from side to side inflamed me further and I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund get even harder.
She seemed to sense my increased arousal and responded by sucking even harder.
I felt my Hindu semen rise in my balls.
“Eīshān, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said, “I don’t think I can hold out much longer.”
I started fucking her Musalmān mouth faster, holding her head in place, thrusting forward and in time with her sucking motions.
Faster and faster, her head was bobbing back and forth, in and out, until suddenly I felt myself cumming.
“I’m cumming, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. I’m cumming….Ahh, Ah, AGHHHHHHH………”
I shot my Hindu load into her Musalmān mouth and she clamped onto my Uncut Hindu Pricked as I did so, swallowing all I could give her.
“Ahhhh, AHHHH,” I cried out, feeling the cum pulsations continue and then slowly subside, whilst Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sucked on every last drop.
After I’d stopped cumming and my Uncut Hindu Prick started to become limp, she licked around it, gently cleaning it up.
She then looked up at me again and licked her lips.
“That was lovely, Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, you tasted very nice. I hope you’re feeling relieved now.”
“That was fabulous Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said. “I never imagined it to be so good, wow,” I added, collapsing next to her on the bed.
“Congratulations Hindu Dūlhā Bhāī,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “I hope you’re now feeling much better and can continue helping Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar , alike before with her massages, but with a few extras thrown in.”
“Yea thanks Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I said, “For being so understanding.”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled and leaned back with both hands on the bed behind her, leaving her young, erect, Mount Everest, Pakistani Musalmān boobs hanging sexily over her chest.
“Well, that was your first relieving session, Hindu Nandoījī. We can try a few different ways as we go on. But now do you think you’ll be ok to concentrate enough to give your Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, a good back and leg massage for a while?”
“Yea, sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said, “Until I get excited again.
“Now before you go on Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, ” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “I realize that as this is all quite new for you with my wife, the sight of your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar ‘s naked body might get you aroused quite frequently.”
“Yea, I guess so Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” I replied without any hesitation whatsoever, though still not completely comfortable talking like this with him.
“Don’t worry about that,” he continued, “You’ll be able to control yourself better in time. One other important thing is that you’re not the only male here, and watching you and your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, has had an effect in arousing my sexual feelings too. I’m not as everyoung as you are and my powers of sexual activity are not what you are famous for, but your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I still relieve each other as well.”
“Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Your Ever Inefficient Pakistani Musalmān Sālā is still quite frisky at times,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar with a giggle. “Although he might not be able to cum as often as you.”
I sat on the bed listening to this extraordinary conversation, which I’d never imagined would be taking place an hour ago, and which was changing my life with them completely.
“So,” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan “Now that you are more aware of sexual activity, your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I will learn from you about sex as we go along. This also means that I may join you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar occasionally when you are massaging her, so that she can relieve me as well as you. Are you ok with that? The threesome of us, I mean?”
I smiled,
“Only on one condition.”
“We know.” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar laughed, “You’d never lick my cunt and never tongue fuck me. In our threesome, my husband, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, has to do that ever.”
“That’s right. Take it or leave it.” I said gravely, “No bargaining, no compromise on the subject.”
“I knew that from my Musalmān friends who are honored with your threesome with their Musalmān houseladies. I take it.” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
I slapped him playfully on his back,
“That closes the deal. I’ve no objection now in our threesome.”
“Forever?” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan asked me hesitatingly.
“Okay, forever.”
They both ran to me and hugged me gratefully.
“Now you mustn’t be shy,” added Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “Just because your Ever Inefficient Musalmān Sālā Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan will join in, just be yourself and relax and we can all have some fun in relieving each other. Besides it will be quite nice for me, having two hard Lunds, one uncut and one cut, to play with. I’d enjoy both simultaneously.”
I smiled again at her words, never having heard her talk quite like this before, and felt my Uncut Hindu Lund move ever so slightly as she spoke.
The suggestion turned me on, but I didn’t think they had noticed the twitch in my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“And don’t forget” continued Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,” That you are free to express yourself as you like, using words and phrases which are considered in the outside world to be rude or sexy, as your extremely beautiful Musalmān Salhaj, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and I both enjoy talking like that when we relieve each other in private.”
I smiled, thinking this must all be a dream.
But my Uncut Hindu Prick told me it was actually happening as it slowly filled out and became semi-erect.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan both saw it this time.
“I see our little talk is having an effect on you already,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar with a laugh.
“That’s to be expected, dear,” replied Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, also half-laughing out.
“Well, let’s see how far we get this time,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar as she got up, her tits swinging freely in front of her, and then lay herself on her front on the bed.
“Come on, give my back a nice rub for as long as you can, before I have to relieve you properly again,” she said lying naked on the bed, her ample Pakistani Musalmān butt completely exposed for the first time whilst I would be massaging her.
I got up, with my semi hard-Uncut Hindu Lund swinging a little in front of me.
This seemed a little absurd, but I decided to do what I could, and do my best in giving Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar a massage.
I knew it wouldn’t be long before I would be fully hard as a rock again, though.
I knelt on the bed, next to Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, and started rubbing her back.
Trying to concentrate as much as I could, and without looking at her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt, I started at her shoulders, and firmly kneaded her flesh, in round swirling motions.
“Oh, that feels great,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, “Are you ok?”
“Yea, sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I replied, “I’ll let you know…er..you know, or maybe you’ll be able to tell when I need some relief,” I added light heartedly, as I began to relax at little at the ‘situation’ I was in.
I moved down her back very slowly, to her shoulder blades and over her ribs.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was still semi erect as I tried to focus on her needs, rather than my sexual arousal.
I managed to continue like this over her back and shoulders for about ten minutes.
Then as I moved down to her back, the sight of the mounds of her fleshy Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks got me going again.
I hadn’t touched them yet, and their sight was like a magnet now drawing my hands ever closer.
“You’ve got a fabulous Pakistani Musalmān ass Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I said boldly.
It just came out, almost from my subconscious mind, and I surprised them as I said it.
“Thank you darling,” replied Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “You can massage and feel it if you like.”
It felt like those words were sent from heaven.
I let my hands wander over the curvy Pakistani Musalmān flesh, feeling and pressing down hard, making sure I grabbed a full palm of flesh in each hand, and swirled them around fully, getting a good feel all over her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass .
I was in ecstasy, and my Uncut Hindu Lund responded.
“I’d like to kiss you down there Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I smiled.
She smiled her thanks, pushed herself up onto her elbows, and her big boobs hung down sexily under her.
She looked down at my Uncut Hindu Lund and saw I was hard again.
“Well, it looks like it’s time to relieve you again,” she said smiling at me and with what seemed like a twinkle in her eye.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, who had all this time been watching us intently, then got up from his armchair and said,
“Dūlhā Bhāī, I’ve enjoyed watching you and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar immensely, and now we will show you a way in which she can relieve us both.”
“What would you like to do darling?” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar sitting up on the bed now, her tits again wobbling and jiggling in front of her.
They looked awesome, and I still hadn’t kissed them yet!
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan started to unbuckle the belt of his pants.
I wasn’t quite sure I was ready for this, but it looked like it was going to happen anyway.
“Well,” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan as he continued to undress, “I’ll get on the bed, and you can suck me whilst you are on all fours, and that way Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, can get his wish, and give your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass a good Hindu kiss. How does that sound Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī?”
My Uncut Hindu Lund jerked up at the thought, and he saw it move, as did Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “I guess that’s ok with you then,” he said, without me responding as they both laughed out loudly.
Seeing the joke, I joined in and felt a wave of relaxation go over me.
Laughing seemed to do the trick in easing my tension at being naked with Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
By now, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan had removed his shirt and trousers, and only had his underwear on. He pulled those down in one go.
His cut Musalmān nūnī was still flaccid, though he was neatly trimmed around his pubic hair.
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh: 6
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Chapter 6
Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar
Sālī, want to get laid?
I was sitting on the sofa in the living room with my back against the sofa watching TV.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was sitting on my lap boldly notwithstanding the fact that one of her countless brothers and one of her countless Bhābhījāns were also present there.
Her Bhābhījān, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, was lying on the sofa with her head raised up against a cushion at one end and her feet up towards my head.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is a lovely girl, Durgesh.” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled at me, “Only because she is siding with us young Musalmān Beauties you shouldn’t think she doesn’t love you.”
“Farīdah Bābar is right.” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan immediately seconded his wife.
“How old are you?” I asked him.
“Thirty. Why? You already know, Dūlhā Bhāī.”
“You called me, ‘Papaji’, Ħabīb.” I said sternly, “I’m old enough to be your father too. Moreover, your Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, is my Live in relationship first, than your sister, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is.”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed, “Don’t scold my elder brother. Ħabīb Bhāījān loves me more even than Ammī does.”
“Let me stand, Naåīmah.”
“I’ve just sit on your lap. Ammījān is heavier than I am. Yet you let her sit on your lap for even more than five hours nonstop.”
“Naåīmah Bājī,” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan teased me, “Ammījān has given five sons to Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī. Have you?”
“Sālé.” I gritted through my teeth.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled with pride.
“I’m Durgesh’s Live in relationship Partner only for two years now. Let me enjoy my life with Durgesh now as much as I want. A long life is waiting for us both to have our sons.”
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was in the armchair a few feet away, his head engrossed in a newspaper, his favorite ‘activity’.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar . “My feet are aching after being out shopping this afternoon. Please, can you massage them for me? Nanad Begum says you love to massage Musalmān Beauties very much.”
“Sure Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar “I beamed, “Naåīmah, Sālī, let me stand now.”
Suddenly Nafīsah Salmān entered there.
She had heard already what was going on.
She scolded her son.
“Why did you marry four extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties, Ħabīb? You don’t deserve even a single one. Shame on you. Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar is your wife. Isn’t she?”
Ħabīb stood up in respect of his Ammījān.
“Ammījān, Dūlhā Bhāī does it more skillfully.”
“Therefore your Dūlhā Bhāī will massage your twenty eight years old extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife?”
“I’m surprised, Ammījān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interjected, “You have given Durgesh five sons. Naturally it means you are very very dear to him and he enjoys your company even more than the rest of his Live in relationship Partners.”
“Thank you very much, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” Nafīsah Salmān said curtly, “If you haven’t told me, I couldn’t have understood how much Durgesh loves me. His five sons from me are not enough proof to me for his intense love for me.”
I turned facing the sofa and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar raised her sari a little above her ankles.
Nafīsah Salmān saw it and said to her son, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan,
“You massage your wife, why Durgesh?”
“I’m surprised Ammījān.” Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was somewhat furious, “I’m asking Durgesh to massage me, not to fuck me.”
“I have no objection.” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan announced.
“What’s wrong there even if Durgesh and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar Bhābhījān fuck each other?”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said to Nafīsah Salmān, “You are still backward, Ammī. Even the long company of Durgesh hasn’t made you ultra modern.”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiled ironically,
“Ammījān thinks only she can fuck Durgesh. We twenty eights don’t deserve Durgesh’s unique Uncut Hindu Lund in our more deserving Musalmān Choots. ”
“Well,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled watching her Ammījān, Nafīsah Salmān, challengingly, “Ammījān is afraid of us twenty eights and teenagers that we can snatch Durgesh away from her and her once ravenous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān friends. She is watching ‘Ashvinātam’ is now bubbling with us twenty eights and teens even, more and more day by day. Even Durgesh is not capable to stop it despite his every sincere effort.”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar winked at her ever victorious thirty years old exceedingly beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Nanad,
“Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”
“Al Jihad fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah.”Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at her twenty-eight years old extremely sexy Pakistani Musalmān Bhābhījān.
To end the dispute, I massaged Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.***
After a couple of days, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar asked me to massage her again.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was in the room again as well, reading his paper as before.
This time he looked up and said,
“That’s right, Dūlhā Bhāī, make sure your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s comfortable.”
“Sālé,” I laughed, “as if she is really mine.”
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“Till Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Kħasam is available, why a Musalmān husband must worry to massage his extremely beautiful Musalmān wife? Let their bloody Hindu Kħasam massage them.”
As before, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar looked Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan scornfully, lifted her sari and under-petticoat a little, but this time a bit higher up to her calves.
“Give my ankles and calves a rub as well please darling,” she said.
I started rubbing her feet, then up toward the ankles and then her calves.
For the first time I noticed how smooth her lightly tanned skin and the part of her leg that I could see were.
There were no hairs visible, so Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar seemed to shave her legs, and looked after their appearance.
After a few minutes, I actually started to enjoy the sensation of touching her calf muscles and feeling her soft skin.
I think for the first time I saw her as a woman, rather than Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
After about 15 minutes, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar said to stop and thanked me again for making her feel “much better”.
She looked at her Musalmān husband again scornfully,
“Let the newspaper reader enjoy his news reading.”
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan only smiled at her comment.
This feet and ankle rubbing continued every other day or so for a couple of weeks.
I actually started to look forward to doing it in the evenings.
It was a kind of nice touching a Musalmān Beauty‘s skin, even if it was Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s.
During those first couple of weeks, I started to look at her a little differently.
I started to think about her body a bit more, in a sexual way.
At first, I felt a bit awkward, but as time went on, I kind of got used to it.
Maybe all Hindu Nandoīs go through this phase thinking about their Musalmān Salhajs like that I thought.
It was now getting warmer – the summer months were starting, and normally this meant a change of wardrobe for Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
In the summer, she would wear western style light ankle length cotton skirts with a blouse, instead of a sari.
So the third week after Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar first asked for a foot massage, she was lying on the sofa again, this time in a light cotton skirt and top.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was in his usual armchair, head buried in the newspaper.
We, at least Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and I, were watching television.
I was waiting for Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar to ask me to do her feet, and I didn’t have to wait long.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, please do my feet now,” she said, lying on the sofa with her head resting on a raised cushion at one end.
“Sure my darling Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar,” I replied, keen to get going.
This was the first time I’d be massaging her whilst she was wearing a skirt.
To my surprise, she raised her skirt up just above the tops of her knees, and for the first time I saw the lower part of her legs completely exposed.
“Do my legs up to my knees as well. If you don’t mind, please.” she said rather nonchalantly and closed her eyes as she rested.
“Sālī,” I smiled, “I’d cash it all with interest. Never forget.”
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar winked at me,
“Want me to undress for you entirely?”
I laughed and dismissed it.
Everyone thought it was only a smart talk between a Musalmān Salhaj and a Hindu Nandoī and laughed enjoying the smart exchange between my Musalmān Salhajs, Musalmān Sālīs and me.
They thought it doesn’t bear any gravity at all.
They dismissed it at its face value.
It always happened between Musalmān Salhajs, Musalmān Sālīs and Hindu Nandoīs.
And none thought it vile.
It was being practiced everywhere openly to the extent that its opposition was criticized, instead of its execution.
Yet, I was kind of excited.
Now it may not seem much to be excited about, but I was not even a bit innocent when it came to girls and women, and seeing the amount of flesh in front of me which I’d never seen before in one go got me excited.
This time I started with the tops of the calves, under the knees and rubbed both front and back silkily.
I was enjoying the sensation, and so was Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, I was sure.
At one point she said, “That’s very nice”, her eyes still closed.
I sneaked a look over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan’s direction at one point and saw him looking at me.
I never felt guilty at looking as if I was enjoying myself.
“That’s right Dūlhā Bhāī” Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan said to my surprise, “give your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar a nice leg massage, Ammījān is still backward. Even if Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and you have sex, it’d be nothing abnormal. It’s a personal matter of you both.” and then he stuck his head back into the newspaper.
I felt relieved.
Here I was getting a kick out of massaging Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s legs, being asked to do so by her and she was enjoying it, but Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was telling me to keep up the good work.
It was GOOD WORK in his eyes.
Hey, things were great!
Later that evening whilst in bed before sleeping, I wanked myself off thinking about Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar naked.
And boy, did it feel good.
This time a couple of days passed and Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar didn’t ask me to massage her legs.
But I noticed her wearing some new skirts.
How did I know they were new one may ask? Well, since the last massage, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her rear and legs.
And I was sure the skirts she were wearing were new – the material seemed more sheer and thinner and a couple of times when she stood on the balcony with the bright sun behind her, I was sure I could see through the material Momentarily, and saw the shape of her upper legs and butt.
On the third evening after the last massage, I was sure she would ask me to massage her again, as she’d never gone more than a couple of days without now.
Whilst she was in the kitchen preparing dinner, I took the initiative and asked rather casually “would you like me to massage your legs tonight Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar?”
“Yes, that would be nice” she replied. “After dinner, when your Ever Inefficient Pakistani Musalmān Sālā‘s home” she added, not looking at me.
I went back to my room with a hard on.
After dinner we all settled into the living room in our usual positions – Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar lying on the sofa, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan in his armchair reading the newspaper and me on the floor resting up against the sofa with my head a couple of inches from Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar ‘s feet.
“Please do my feet now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar after a few minutes.
As I turned around slowly, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan piped up. “Make sure you do a good job Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī.”
“Don’t worry, Sālé,” I replied, “Your wife is now my responsibility. Forget her and enjoy.”
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, even if he understood the double meaning my smart talk consisted, did not pay any adverse attention to it.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar winked at me and smiled appreciating me very much.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar had lifted her skirt up just above her knees again.
Suddenly I had an idea.
“Would you like me to put some nice perfumed talc on them as I rub?” I said.
“That sounds a good idea,” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar smiling.
In double quick time, I marched to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of talc.
I settled down on the floor next to the sofa and started rubbing Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s legs with a bit of talc on each.
The talc made it a very smooth and sensuous feeling sliding my hands up and down.
I would start at the top of the toes of the feet and then slide both hands up, one on each leg, up to her knees.
Then I’d slide my hands to the back of her calves and then down the back of them, feeling the lovely fleshed smooth skin there.
I continued this for a few minutes.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s eyes were now closed and her face and body completely relaxed.
She seemed to be enjoying it.
I glanced over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, who was still engrossed in his paper.
After a Moment, I decided to see if I could go up a little above her knees without moving her skirt.
I appreciated Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Sālī was too smart to be argued by her opponents even.
She brought almost all of her brothers and cousins in ‘Ashvinātam’.
It was natural their houseladies would also accompany them.
And now she was using her extremely beautiful Bhābhījāns very adroitly.
I started at the toes again, and slowly slid my hand up the front of her legs, but this time, rather than stopping at the knees, I slowed as I reached them, and ever so gently slid my hands under the material of her skirt and up a little over the front part of her thighs.
I looked at her face as I did so and she gave no facial reaction.
Instead, she did open her legs a bit more.
I repeated this a few times, going up above the hemline of her skirt, but not too far – just about half way up her thighs.
I was cautious enough not go any further!
After about 15 minutes, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar opened her eyes and smiled at me.
“You can stop now Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love. That was lovely. Thank you. You’ve really got a nice touch with your hands. You really do help your own Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar feel better.”
“Aw that’s ok Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar “I smiled gracefully. “I quite enjoy giving you a massage, and you’re not old, you are twenty-eight only – instead, I’m old.”
“Nonsense. You are thirty-two. Thank you Hindu Nandoī jī,” she replied. “You know, my back aches me sometimes as well and it would be really nice if you could give that a rub sometime as well. But it must be very uncomfortable for you sitting on the floor – you won’t be able to massage it properly.”
She looked over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan. “Ħabīb, how much are one of those folding massage tables – you know the ones we saw in the shop the other day?”
‘Massage table’ I thought as she spoke. ‘The ones we saw’.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan seemed to be taking this a bit seriously – they had already seen a proper massage table to buy.
I kept quiet, wondering quite what was going on.
“Oh they weren’t expensive,” replied Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, “Do you want one?”
“Well if it’s alright with Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, as we’ll only get it if he’s happy at giving me a proper back and leg massage.” She looked over at me.
My mind raced and I said,
“Yes, of course, Why not? No problem at all.”
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan spoke up again –
“In case you’re wondering Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī, we saw one the other day as your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar thought you were so good at relieving her leg pains, that you could help with her back as well. You know she gets a bit stiff there sometimes, and you’ll be a great comfort to her.”
“Yea Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, sure – no worries – it folds up does it?”
“Oh yes,” replied Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “It looked really good in the shop. They showed us how it works and it can fit under our bed as well when we don’t use it. ”
“Ok” I said. “Let’s order one.”
That night in bed, my mind was working overtime.
I was already getting worked up doing Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s legs, but now it looked like I would be touching much more of her.
Wow!
A few days later, the massage table arrived.
It was quite neat, with two folding sections and supporting legs.
The top only had a thin cushion though and I wondered if it might be a bit hard to lie on for Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.
Never mind, I thought, let’s see how it goes.
That evening after dinner, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan and I set up the table in the living room in front of the sofa.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, barefoot, but still wearing her blouse and a skirt lay herself face down on it.
Now I could see the shape of her body a bit better and actually walk around her.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan settled down in his armchair and this time watched for a bit.
“Where would you like me to start Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar?” I said.
“Well” she said, “do my back first. You can massage me through my blouse right from my shoulders, and down to the base of my back. Then you can do my legs. I’ll let you pull up my skirt when you get to my legs though, as I’d like to feel your hands on them, rather than over my skirt.”
I slowly started circling my hands over Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s shoulders.
The fabric of her blouse was quite smooth, and I could feel her flesh ripple as my hands skillfully massaged her.
I looked over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan who by now had gone back to reading his paper.
I moved my hands slowly down to the middle of her back, in swirling circular motions as I continued to rub.
As Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar couldn’t see me, and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan appeared engrossed in his paper I let my eyes wander down to her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt.
I couldn’t see its shape properly as the skirt lay flat, and didn’t show the line of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt very well, but I got some idea.
It was quite large looking and the cheeks of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān buttocks were still raised, giving a nice curvaceous look, rising from the base of her spine, down to the tops of her thighs.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund rise in my jeans.
I moved my hands down to the base of her spine.
I couldn’t resist just letting the tips of my fingers lightly touch the top of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt cheeks.
She didn’t object, smiled instead.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar knew very well, she was not single now.
She was married to my Ever Inefficient Musalmān Sālā, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
She couldn’t act so irresponsibly now as she could have if she were single.
Even then, if she was smiling that I wanted to fuck her, it meant Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar herself wanted to fuck me.
It further meant she didn’t have any Hindu Musalmān taboo now even.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar knew very well that her Ammījān in law, Nafīsah Salmān had left her duly wed Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, forever for me.
She was maintaining her Live in relationship with me, a Hindu quite infamous for fucking Musalmān Beauties 24x7x365.
So many of communal Musalmīn were against me.
Yet, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar, a grand Pakistani Musalmān Beauty, married my Ever Inefficient Musalmān Sālā, Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
It itself meant either she did not believe in Two Nation Theory, or even if she believed in it, she did not take it as seriously as its other believers were talking the same.
I didn’t want to push it too much this first time on the table, so I went backwards and started massaging from her shoulders again.
I moved to the top of the table so that I was standing with my Hindu crotch towards the top of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s head.
Although I had a grand boner, she was face down with her forehead resting on her arms that were folded.
Therefore, she couldn’t see it.
I massaged the top of her shoulder and down to the center of her back as far as I could reach from this position.
A sudden thought flashed through me.
I was imagining that my Uncut Hindu Lund was out, rock hard, and I was shafting it back and forth in Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s mouth whilst I massaged her.
My Uncut Hindu Lund became even harder at the thought and I decided to move back to the side of the table.
I think I had a slight sweat on my forehead.
Although my cock was tight against my jeans, the height of the table meant my crotch was under the tabletop so it couldn’t easily be seen.
I moved my hands down her back to her spine again, and let my fingertips wander down to the top of her ample butt cheeks again, being careful not to go too far again.
I put a bit more pressure on the tips of my fingers this time and felt the ample cushioning there.
This time my Uncut Hindu Lund responded by stretching the front of my jeans.
I had to relieve myself.
Luckily, I’d forgotten the talc for her legs and said,
“Back in a minute Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar – have to get the talc”.
I marched to the bathroom.
Confidently, I locked the door behind me and undid my jeans.
My cock burst out.
I was proud of it.
I patted it assuring and grabbed the talc as I left the bathroom.
As I returned to the living room with the talc, Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar turned her head and smiled.
I too smiled in response.
She lay her head back down in position as before.
“Please do my legs now.”Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar said in a most seductive voice, smiling and teasing me, “And you can lift my skirt up to above my knees.”
She raised her legs a bit so her skirt would slide up.
I put the talc container down and slowly peeled back Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s skirt, exposing more and more of her lower legs.
I thought I’d try to lift it higher than ever before so it showed more of her thighs, so instead of stopping just above the knees, I finally folded the upper part of the skirt so that almost half her thighs were showing.
She didn’t say anything in objection.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar was an ultra modern Pakistani Musalmān young Beauty.
She wore bikini even mostly teasing me.
She was so proud of her excellent Pakistani Musalmān female figure that I thought she were a nudist even perhaps.
The only disadvantage for me now was that the folded skirt fabric now lay over her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt, in effect hiding it with a double layer of cloth.
Never mind, I thought, looking at her legs.
They were more exposed than ever I’d seen them, and that was the trade off.
As I massaged them from the ankles, I slowly moved up in circular movements.
As I reached the back of her knees, I thought I’d try my luck and go up a bit further, up to the lower part of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs.
Slowly, I slid my hands up, over the fleshy part of the back of her lower thighs and slid them under the edge of the skirt where it had been folded.
As I couldn’t see where her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān buttocks began due to the fold of her skirt, my fingers went a bit too far and I felt the lower part of her panties.
I realized my error, and quickly moved my hands back down, but not before, to my surprise she said out loud,
“That feels nice Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love,”
I was a little stunned by her response.
I’d just felt up the lower part of her well formed ass cheeks albeit through her panties, but instead of telling me off, she actually seemed to enjoy it!
Western Culture!
I smiled.
Western Culture had provided me so many Musalmān Beauties that even Pseudo Islam couldn’t.
No doubt, Pseudo Islam came into existence for talking advantage of Hindus’ Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.
Årab was the poorest country those days, while India was a Soné kī Chiđiyā, the Golden Bird, the Wonder that was India.
Årab’s economy those days depended mostly on their kidnapping of Musalmān Beauties and selling them to Hindus in India.
Yazīd malåūn sold most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies of, nauzbillah, Ħuzūrs himself and hiss most loyal followers Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūnrzn and other Saħābīsrzn even.
So many of them were even Saħābiyātrzn themselves.
Hindus did not purchase them to disgrace them having sex with them, but on the contrary to save them from their utmost disgrace, degradation and humiliation Yazīd malåūn wanted to execute to them.
Pseudo Islam was thus actually a Trade Culture, a Business Culture, as the Western Culture itself was.
Islam never supported it.
It was the reason why the true Musalmīn fought with the Pseudo Musalmīn so bitterly.
They were fighting for the honor of the womankind as Hindus did.
In the pre Yazīd malåūn era Hindus never fought with true Musalmīn.
They fought against the Pseudo Musalmīn accompanied with the true Musalmīn.
It was the reason why Shershah Suri, Zahīruddīn Muħammad Babar and the entire Mughal Empire was so successful in India that even the traditional Hindu kingdoms supported them against so many traditional Hindu kingdoms but tyrant in their very nature.
It was the reason why Hindu Musalmīn were so united in 1857 fighting against then British Empire.
The British devised their historical lies against the so called Hindu Musalmīn communal hatred after 1857 to divide Indians and rule them.
It was the reason why Maulānah Saiyad Abul Åālā Mawdūdīrħ, and Jamāåt-e-Islamī– Hind never supported the Partition of India.
My cock responded, forcing itself against the fly of my jeans.
I looked over at Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan, who was still engrossed in his newspaper.
Suddenly he looked up.
“Make sure you do a good job Dūlhā Bhāī. ” he said.
“Durgesh darling, my Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love, is doing fine,” piped up Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar. “Do the tops of my thighs a bit more,” she added.
“Dūlhā Bhāī, please Do as your Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar says.” said Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan.
“Okay.” I smiled.
I moved my hands over the base of the back of Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s thighs, above the knee and slid them slowly up, squeezing firmly as I did so.
As she seemed to want me to do the tops of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs, I slid my hands further up like before, under the fold of her skirt, and let my fingers feel the lower part of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt cheeks through the fabric when I got to the edge of her panties.
When I squeezed the flesh of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt cheeks where my fingers touched them through the panty fabric, I realized what an ample and large ass she must have.
I carried on like this rubbing up and down for the next few minutes or so, being careful not to go too high over her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass, but stopped, as before, when I felt the material of her panties.
Occasionally Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar would utter some appreciative word, I noticed mostly when my hand reached the lower part of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, which I was enjoying getting the feeling of immensely.
I started to feel more confident and wondered if I should dare going up further over the whole of her exquisite young Pakistani Musalmān butt cheeks and feeling each ass cheek fully.
I was feeling quite turned on at this stage and feeling like I needed to cum again.
I realized we’d probably be stopping soon, so decided to try my Bhogyantrānk as we got to near the end of the massage.
I began just above the back of her knees again and slowly started moving up, gently squeezing and rubbing the flesh of the back of her exquisite excellent smooth Pakistani Musalmān thighs.
I slipped my hand under Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar’s skirt and moved upwards.
Any Moment , I would reach the panty line.
As I felt it, rather than pull my hands back down, I let them wander up over the panty fabric and over the full mounds of her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks, one in each hand.
The feeling was ecstatic and I squeezed down hard enough to grab a full handful of thick, juicy flesh in my each Hindu palm.
I didn’t circle my hands around, so as not to seem too obvious, and then quickly moved both hands down again to the thighs.
“Ooh, that’s nice” said Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar before my hands completely left her magnificent, exquisite, excellent, firm, round, young, perfect Pakistani Musalmān ass cheeks.
I smiled triumphantly, though still not sure of what to make of the compliment.
But even then, I said in a rather confident tone,
“I’m glad you’re enjoying the massage Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar.”
“Thanks Hindu Nandoījī, my Hindu love.” she said, “I think that’s enough for today.”
The massages continued like this every few days for a couple of weeks.
I would let my hands wander occasionally up to Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar ‘s awesome butt cheeks for a ‘full’ handful whilst doing them, but only once or twice during our sessions, so as not to appear too obvious.
I’d often get so turned on that I’d have to make an excuse to go to the bathroom.
That seemed ok, and I was sure both Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan didn’t suspect what I was really doing, when I disappeared for a few minutes, or so I thought at the time.
Apart from the evening massages life carried on ‘as normal’ during each day.
It was only when the three of us were all alone in the evenings after Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan and I had set up the massage table, that there seemed a bit of an ‘electric air’ between us all.
It was hard to put my finger on it, but these sessions seemed to have some ‘energy’ to them and although to an outsider it may have looked a bit odd, after a while it seemed perfectly natural.
But we only ever did the massages when there were no other guests or family visiting anyway, and as far as I knew neither Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar nor Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan ever mentioned the massages to anyone else, and neither did I.
Then after another couple of weeks, the heat wave set in.
It became really hot.
We’d get this every year of course, in India, but that never made it any easier.
Although we didn’t have full air conditioning in that particular flat till then, we had a couple of those portable-cooling units.
They helped, but it wasn’t the same as having full air-con and it was still warm and humid in the flat, especially in the evenings.
It was a couple of days after the heat wave had set in and Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan and I had just finished setting up the massage table.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan was wearing light cotton shorts and a half sleeved shirt, whilst I had shorts and a t-shirt on.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar came in wearing her usual skirt and blouse.
“Oh, it’s too hot in here” she said in a complaining tone. “And I’m all hot and sticky” she added.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan looked up from reading his paper. “Why don’t you take a quick shower and then come in here. I’m sure Durgesh Dūlhā Bhāī won’t mind,” he said.
“I’d love that instead.” I beamed.
Ħabīb Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
Farīdah Zahīruddīn Muħammad Bābar plunged on me,
“You old Hindu scoundrel.” She kicked me on my chest in mock indignation, smiling brilliantly all the time.
I took her in my arms, hugging her,
“Sālī, want to get laid?”
Chapter 7
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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 