One Absolute submission
Enough of her naive outlook on sex survived, however, to question me.
“What about my husband? Don’t you care what he is to do?”
“Darling, why should I care, if Ålī Abī Tālib can sacrifice as an extremely beautiful, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, for only his job, to me, as you are, it’s something he has decided to lose, not me. It’s your incompetent Musalmān husband losing his wife, not me.”
“He isn’t incompetent.”
Despite herself, and her rapidly disappearing naiveté and shyness, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was very much pleased and even proud of these words heard from me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took them as a great compliment, and when I pulled her down on the bed, and began nibbling and kissing around her eyes, and ears, and down to her already erect, engorged nipples, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found herself becoming hopelessly aroused once again.
This time, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to make it even better for me, to justify to me and even to herself my compliments of how good Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī reached down and finding my already hardening Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled me up toward her already waiting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.
SHE had only done this once ever for Ålī Abī Tālib, and although it was clear that, he loved it and wanted her to continue; she had not liked the taste or sensation, and had not done it since.
Now, however, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found that she wanted to do it for me.
She wanted me to have that sensation and to make it so good for me.
With one hand gently holding my Uncut Hindu Cock, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt down for my balls.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī held them in one hand while she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was totally mesmerized with the size, color, and texture of my uncut Hindu manhood.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah noticed the slickness of cum and her own body’s juices that covered the head of My Uncut Hindu Cock, but the sight and smell not only didn’t offend her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found to her surprise that that was also increasing her arousal.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī lowered her head and breathed in the musky smell.
Slowly but surely Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took first the tender foreskin of my Uncut Hindu Cock and then the bulbous head, into her already salivating mouth.
And just to make it better for her, her body was already responding to this situation.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt her nipples tighten; her Sunni Musalmān Pussy was flooded.
What kind of slut was Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī becoming anyway, and in so short an evening?
Despite these now rapidly disappearing qualms, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah continued to work my now hard Uncut Hindu Cock and stroke my balls.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the head pushing at the back of her throat on the down stroke.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the crown kiss the inside of her lips as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pulled back.
She paused there each time and sent my Uncut Hindu Prick across the head, teasing the pre-cum out with my Uncut Hindu Prick and stroking the shaft with her hand.
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī would sink back down until her nose was buried against my Hindu pubic bone.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued this until she felt me reach down and hold her head still.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī oval shed her lips and I started pumping myself into and out.
Very soon, after I started “mouth-fucking” her, I pushed myself about halfway into her mouth and held her still while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt the throbbing along the bottom of my Uncut Hindu Cock and the tightening of my balls as I came into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī continued sucking and stroking even long after I filled her mouth and throat with my large load of Hindu Vīrý.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was surprised and yet thrilled when I groaned as if I’d been stabbed, and fell back on the bed.
“Was that any good for you?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whimpered.
“Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Darling you just don’t know … that was the best blow-job I’ve ever had in my entire life … where did you learn to do that?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, despite her earlier abortive guilt feelings, was thrilled with my praise of her,
“Oh, Durgesh darling, actually I don’t like that; I never did that for anyone else before.”
“That’s unbelievable, you are just a natural Uncut Hindu Cock sucker then, you were meant to be a rich Hindu man’s Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān toy … and honey, I’m just the rich Hindu man to own you.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was again surprised by the sudden flush, the thrilling sensation that ran through her body when I talked about ‘owing’ her.
“What … I mean, what are you saying … about ‘owning’ me .. I don’t know what that means ….” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī stammered in confusion.
“What I mean, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī darling, is that I told your husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, that I would make him my chief salesman. I’d pay him that tremendous salary that he has never justified. But it would be only as long as I could get my hands on you and make you one of my ‘Musalmān Beauties.'”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was dumbfounded.
She could not believe it.
She stared at me in utter disbelief.
“Surely he told you that I wanted you this way, I know that he must have told you about the toenail polish, because you have that gorgeous slutty scarlet color on your toenails.”
Despite her already budding feelings of closeness and desire for more of my use of her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was hurt and angry at what I was saying.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī had been betrayed by her Musalmān husband of six months, and only for my money after All.
Well, Ålī Abī Tālib had set this up, he had brought her to this point, he had surrendered her to my usage of her; so I had just better be prepared for the consequences of what I had started.
“Well, since it looks my husband thinks I’m a ‘whore’, for me to pimp out for my money, what does you owning me mean?”
“Now darling, don’t think that way. You’re not a whore. You’re just the sexiest Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān woman I believe I had ever met. You’re so far above that Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt of others, that I just had to have you, no matter what the cost.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at me silently.
“I mean,” I smiled again, “ that I wanted to have something so new and fresh and sexy, like you. I had to have you, and I would have paid Ålī Abī Tālib twice what I paid, to get you. And make no mistake, I’m going to have you the way that I want you … I’m going to own you and your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and make you the object of my every wish, my every desire for you.”
What I was saying, the way that I was saying, the intensity in my Hindu eyes as I stared down at her, made the thrilling electric sensations course through her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body again.
“What will you ‘owning’ me entail, what will I have to do?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī asked, as her hand reached down for my already swelling Uncut Hindu Cock, and taking me into her dainty Sunni Musalmān hands, with her scarlet painted nails so vividly contrasting with the Hindu Uncutness of me.
I grinned with a wickedly lascivious grin down at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah,
Eager to hear more from me, and already in willing obedience to my Hindu desires for her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah rolled onto her back, and just as I had instructed her, opened her thighs to my desired entrance into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body.
“Take that big Uncut Hindu Lund and put me where it belongs, where it will spend so much time, put me into that little sweet white Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.” I said.
So Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī took the mushroom shaped head in her hand, and put the head into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s opening.
I, pushed my huge Uncut Hindu Cock, through the still tight lips of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt, and without pausing, I shoved forward, down deepest into her, until the mushroom head got its way against the mouth of her cervix.
I paused then, and let myself soak in the warm deep Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān confines of her belly, knowing that I once again has converted a Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman to Uncut sexing.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will never again want Ålī Abī Tālib in her like this…
I was Already confident that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī will do whatever I demand of her, given enough time and breaking in.
I grinned to myself.
I pulled back Almost out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s so-warm, but so-willing Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and then slowly, but surely, started thrusting into her, as I continued my dominance and my possession of my newest Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman conquest.
“What else will you want from me, what else will I have to do, if you own me?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up at me, as I stops my deep-thrusting for the moment, with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried to the hilt in her deepest and now completely accustomed Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
“Well, darling, I’ll tell you what, the first thing is have my rings put on … well, really in you, like wedding rings, but different from what little boy Ålī Abī Tālib gave you.”
I hadn’t yet told Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, but I intended in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s case, to own her in a very real and readily apparent way.
I wanted to have her belong to me in such a way that anyone looking at her nude Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, or even partially nude body would know immediately that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ‘s body belonged to me.
It was not to punish her.
It was to punish Ålī Abī Tālib.
Naturally, I could not leave him scot-free.
He did not even act hurt or surprised.
With my hold over Ålī Abī Tālib, I didn’t much care what he thought about it.
I was riding her bareback, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was not using any birth control at All.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so sure nothing would happen this night, she had not even thought to bring her diaphragm.
“Durgesh, you know what I said earlier, when you first got inside me … about not using birth control. Well, I was serious about that, I can’t take the ‘pill’ and I usually wear a diaphragm when Ålī Abī Tālib & I do, you know, sex.”
“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that, darling girl. like I told you before, you just do what I tell you, and everything will be Alright. You know, don’t you, that when I’m ready for it, I’m going to breed you like my favorite mare. I’ll plant my son in your belly. Don’t you already know that fact in your mind?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah looked up at me, as I pumped my Uncut breeding tool back into her already accepting Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, and then as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī slowly licked her lips, tasting my cum there, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī nodded her head in submissive consent.
“Yes, I know now that’s what will happen, I’ll have your sons. Ålī Abī Tālib started this, not knowing what he was doing, but now that I’ve experienced you, we’ll finish it. You can do with me what you want. if you want me to open my thighs to you, at your command, that’s what I’ll do … if you want me pregnant with your sons, then whenever you want it, that’s what I’ll do. My body is yours, to use what you want. Now cum in me, fuck me hard and fast and cum in me again, because that’ what I want from you!”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah proved to be much more than even I had imagined, in her willingness to give herself, her body, her all to me.
Her total submission to my every desire, lead Ålī Abī Tālib to move Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah into my home permanently.
I had told Ålī Abī Tālib that this was the way things were going to be, and if he knew what was good for them, they would go with the flow.
I was so taken with Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, and her willingness to do whatever I wanted, that I decided that I wanted to have my first son from her right away.
Sure enough, with my constant, every day fucking her, always bareback, within the first month after Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moved in, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was confirmed knocked-up with my son.
When Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī found out that she was pregnant with My child, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah herself was thrilled beyond her words to express it.
Ålī Abī Tālib had opened the door, but she had consciously and willingly whisked through it, and now there would never be any going back.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī belonged to me, in every way that counted to her and me.
In her mind, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was mine to do as I wanted.
Even my slightest wish for her was the most stringent command; and that was her life from now on.***
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at her six month husband scornfully.
“What do you mean?”
“You never even thought that it might be his strategy to be good in your eyes?”
“Oh, so you want to tell me, it’s false?”
“Absolutely, Fātimah, absolutely.” Ålī Abī Tālib was still hurt, “How can you even imagine me consenting ever to such a humiliating, such a debasing, proposal?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī watched her husband incredulously.
“You never consented to it?”
“But, Durgesh told you consented to it.”
“And you believed Durgesh?”
“If I had, why was I confirming it from you?”
Ålī Abī Tālib’s strained face showed relief ultimately.
“Fātimah darling,” Ålī Abī Tālib said gravely, “It’s the utmost ancient strategy of Hindus. They never believe that any non Hindu is worthy to have any woman for sex. Their basic book of religion, Ved, orders Hindus:
‘Udyachchhadhvamap raxo hanāthémām
naarīm SUKR’TE dadhāt.
Dhātā vipashchit patimasyai vivéd,
bhago rājā pur étu prajānan.’
‘Stand up/Raise ye. Smite away the demons. SET THIS WOMAN for WELL DOER. Inspired holder/guardian must know especially the husband for her. The well knowing politician come first/ahead for her genital organ.’
—Ved: 4 Atharv Ved: 14/1/59”
“We all the Musalmeen must do it, Fātimah.”
“Have you thought ever why Hindus do it?”
“Never, sorry. Why do they?”
“To win the heart of you Musalmān Beauties. Why else?”
“Allah, but the Hindus succeed in it, very much, Ålī.”
“Yes, darling, I know. It’s a tragedy.”
“I can’t blame you Musalmān Beauties for it, Fātimah.”
“I never knew you are so open minded, so broad mind and liberal.”
She never told him that she had already overheard when I proposed Ålī Abī Tālib about her.
She was immensely shocked and dumb stricken when she saw and heard herself Ålī consenting to it immediately.
“It’s nothing to be open minded, broad mind and liberal.” Ålī Abī Tālib said, “Fātimah darling, I know, most of us Musalmeen never even thought to make ourselves competent husband for you Musalmān Beauties. We take you for granted even while we don’t deserve you.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī smiled.
“You are right, Ålī.”
She added to herself,
She loved Rājesh Rājpoot right from the time we were in college.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah allowed me to fuck her only on one condition:
“Durgesh, promise me first that you’ll never leave me till we both exist.”
Rājesh Rājpoot was dumbfounded,
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah, you mean—”
“I’m sorry, Rājesh, I don’t want any more to change my boyfriend. You are not capable to keep me to yourself.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah smiled at Rājesh Rājpoot, “you surrendered me so easily to Durgesh. Durgesh never does it. None can make him to surrender his Musalmān Beauties to anyone else, until his Musalmān Beauty herself does not want so.”
“Because I love Rājesh Rājpoot.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah laughed,
Nādirah Sajjād smiled,
Åāýéshah Siddīqah was surprised,
“And you can adjust with it?”
Nādirah Sajjād was always more patriotic than her.
Nādirah Sajjād laughed,
“And you think it’s wrong if I do it. Don’t you?”
“Nādirah,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah was really surprised now, “you are really surprising me.”
Nādirah Sajjād watched her gravely,
“I think, rather you surprise me, Åāýéshah Bājī.”
“Yes, you married Muħammad Bhāījān, even after knowing what he is.”
“Well, don’t you sympathize with him, Nādirah Sajjād?”
“It was under compulsion.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah said, “Nādirah Sajjād, you should not hate my husband, Muħammad, for it. You must hate the Congress Member of Parliament, Shankar Pralayankar, who did it because he wanted to please Maulānah Muħammad Nadīm.”
“Hindus are not as bad as the Musalmeen are.” Nādirah Sajjād rejoined, “Rājesh Rājpoot is a RSS man, yet he loves me to the extent he treats my Abbū, Maulānah Sajjād, with all the respect in the world.”
That’s why I don’t love Durgesh even, while I know the Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Durgesh. I love Rājesh Rājpoot because he is more dedicated to India than even your Durgesh is, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Bhābhījān!”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m only Indian. And I’m proud of it that I’m an Indian.” Nādirah Sajjād said and raised her head high with immense self pride.
Kħadījah requested me,
“Durgesh, I’m starting the early shift tomorrow morning. I’m sorry. You’re going to have to get Fātimah off to University every morning for a few weeks. Will you please, darling?”
Kħadījah was not actually my wife.
Yet, she was not any less than a wife to me, even.
“Ok,” I smiled, half-embarrassed for the hassle and half-excited by the prospect of being alone in the house with Kħadījah’s nubile young 18-year-old daughter, Fātimah, every morning while we were running around in various stages of undress.
I always knew very well Fātimah never accepted me her father.
Fātimah still loved her Abbū, Muħammad, though her Ammījān Kħadījah hated her legal husband Muħammad very much.
Even when Kħadījah was there, Fātimah almost drove me bananas, running around the house in less than she would be allowed outside with.
She might be Kħadījah’s daughter, but I wasn’t really into taboos and Fātimah was one hot little number.
I could only imagine what she did to my Uncut Hindu Prick in her queer mood when she teased me.
Fātimah did it deliberately to establish the fact in my mind that I was not her father.
Only her Ammījān, Kħadījah, sleeps with me.
The next morning at breakfast, Kħadījah reminded me,
“Remember now, Durgesh, please, if you let Fātimah miss the bus, you’ve got to take her all the way across town and that traffic is murder around the University.”
“Don’t worry about a thing, Fātimah. We’ve got it all under control, don’t we, Kid?” I grabbed my little hotsie and hugged her close.
“Oh, Durgesh.” The Sālī never called me even Durgesh Dad, she always called me ‘Durgesh’, “You’ve got to stop calling me a kid. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m legally an adult, now.” She stuck her chest in my face as if to prove that a fine set of firm little apples proved absence from the Kid Party.
“Yeah, my little baby is growing up. That’s for sure.”
Fātimah flashed me a grateful smile.
When Kħadījah had gone, I laid down the rules of the game.
“Ok, here’s how it’s going to work. Since you’re no longer legally a child, I’m not going to treat you like one. That means I don’t yell at you, nag you or continually remind you that you’re going to be late. It’s up to you to be responsible enough to get ready on time. If you do, then we’ll get along just fine and I will feel like giving you more freedom in many ways. If not, that means that you aren’t as grown up as you pretend and I’ll bust your ass like the little kid you’re acting like before I drive you to University. Deal?”
“Deal. You really aren’t going to yell at me?”
“And you will really bust my ass if I’m not ready?” Fātimah smiled impishly.
“I’ll report you.”
“For what? Child cruelty? I thought you wanted to be considered a grownup. This is how grownups act. You don’t see me yelling at your Ammījān to get ready, do you?”
“No, but she yells at you.”
“Yeah, but that’s just the way she is. I’ve accepted her as she is. It’s her weakness, darling. Your Abbū, Muħammad, left her because he could not bear her yelling at him.”
“And you can?”
“She loves me very much, and asks for my forgiveness too, whenever she loses control and yells erroneously.”
Fātimah looked at me with appreciation.
“I didn’t think you love my Ammījān this much, Durgesh.”
“Well?” I smiled, “Your Ammījān loves me too, and she is extremely beautiful.”
“And you are obsessed with extremely beautiful Musalmān ladies? Are you not?”
“Well, I think they love me, and I love them.” I smiled, “It has nothing to do with age or maturity. It’s just a mother thing. Now, I’m going to take my shower. You choose your path. Ok?”
I left the door to our bedroom slightly ajar while I undressed so that an inquiring mind would be able to inquire.
Since our bathroom was in the master suite, I never bothered to close that door while I showered.
No one could see through to the bathroom from the hallway or into the shower stall without trying to, so there was no evidence that I was offering a view of my naked Hindu body to Kħadījah’s extremely beautiful teenage daughter, Fātimah, although that’s exactly what I was hoping would happen.
I made sure I always faced at an angle to the bathroom door as I showered, so anyone peeking around the corner wouldn’t be able to tell I could see them in the mirror I had placed in a far corner.
It allowed me a good view of the doorway and part of the bedroom.
I lathered up good and didn’t have to work very hard to get a lot of meat hanging between my legs.
Even at my 61, it was as active as it was when I was 18 only.
Just the thoughts of possibly doing a bit of unsuspected flashing were enough to keep it pretty hard.
Nevertheless, a little stroking emphasized the problem.
About five minutes into a good, hot shower, with suds galore making my Uncut Hindu Dick slick for the stroking, a movement out the corner of my eye caught my attention.
Fātimah was watching!
Now my Uncut Hindu Prick pump went into overdrive.
I must have gained an inch in length and at least that much in girth as I realized my hot little vixen was not only gazing with awe at my Uncut Hindu pole I was stroking, there was also a lot of Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān female lust in her gaze.
Fātimah must have taken my threat seriously, because she appeared to be fully dressed and ready to go at a time when she would normally still be dawdling around the house.
She had her skirt up and her hand in her panties, rubbing something very hard and fast, in time to my stroking.
Just to check the connection, I redoubled the heat of the beat and watched as she met my speed, stroke for stroke.
It was too much even for me.
My balls drew way up into my belly, as if reaching back for the granddaddy of all loads, then blew cum in great, slimy ropes all over the shower stall.
The first gob even sailed over the door and hit the mirror over the sink.
As soon as my eyes would focus, I sought out my mastur-buddy to see if she had made it.
Fātimah was leaning woozily against the door frame as if she were about to pass out, with her hand still rubbing at that thing.
By the time I finished taking an actual shower, she had gone and was sitting on the couch, knees together and books in lap, the perfect picture of a very responsible young Sunni Musalmān lady, ready for University.
“Well, well. Maybe somebody is growing up!” I observed.
“I told you I wasn’t a kid anymore.”
“I can certainly see that.” I smiled, with the memory of our mutual orgasm fresh in my mind, made a little more piquant by the knowledge that she had no idea I was aware that Fātimah had been involved.
The memory that she had been so turned on by watching me stroke my Uncut Hindu Dick made it start to swell again.
“In fact,” I continued, “You have done such a fine job of being grownup this morning that I’m going to take you to University, anyway, even without the spanking.”
“Oh, good! I hate that old bus. It’s so loud and the boys are so rude. They’re always trying to see down my dress or up it, or trying to find some way to rub my ass or brush against my tits.”
“Does your Ammījān know you talk that way around me?”
“No, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her, will it?” She flashed me a challenging look as if to promise a wider relationship in the future.
“Can’t see how it would,” I agreed, wondering if my resurgent Uncut Hindu member was as visible to her as it felt to me. “Let’s go.”
Once in the car, Fātimah made the most of her new-found adulthood by letting her short skirt ride higher and higher until I could plainly see her naughty bit and the fact that she had pulled the crotch of her panties into the slot of her teen ager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I stole glances at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She stole glances at my Uncut Hindu hardon.
We rode in a silently escalating haze of lust.
“Bye, Durgesh! Thanks for the lift.”
“Have a nice day, Fātimah darling! Take care!” I watched her hot little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass bounce across the campus while trying not to let my desire be too obvious to a blind man.
This was going to be hard to keep under control.
It was clear that Fātimah was just aching to be fucked by me and she was responding to me as to any other swinging Uncut Hindu Dick, maybe even more so, with the hero worship kind of thing thrown in there for good measure.
That night, Kħadījah wanted to gloat.
She was certain that Fātimah would have really given me a hard time the first day, just to flex her muscles.
“Well, did we make the bus this morning?”
“No.,” I admitted.
“See! I told you it wouldn’t be easy.”
“Fātimah didn’t ride the bus this morning. Not because she missed it, but because she was ready so early to prove how responsible she could be that I took her to University as a reward. I’m also going to raise her allowance. Anybody that mature deserves a bigger allowance.”
Somewhat miffed at being shown up in the parenting department, Kħadījah huffed, “Well! One blossom does not a Spring make!”
“No, my dear, but I think our little girl is growing up very fast and is ready to become much more responsible in every way. Aren’t you, Kid?”
“Yeah. Now that I know you will treat me like an adult, I don’t even mind you calling me ‘Kid’ anymore. When can I get my new allowance? Can we go to the mall tonight?”
“Whoa, young lady. Not so fast. Don’t you have University work?”
“Yes, but it’s already done. Nādirah came over after University and helped me with it.”
Ah, Nādirah. Just another of the hottest bits of teen Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān fluff ever left lying around to make strong of me weak at the knees from desire. “Nādirah, huh?” I squeaked, trying to sound casual.
The thoughts of Nādirah possibly joining Fātimah watch me scrub the skin off my Uncut Hindu Prick was almost enough to send a load down my pants leg right then.
“Ok, I guess we have time to run over there before bedtime. Do you want to see if Nādirah wants to go along?” I held my breath.
“Sure! That would be great!”
Kħadījah seemed somewhat miffed at being shunted aside.
“Well, I have to go to bed early so I can get enough sleep. This early shift is hard to get used to. Don’t wake me up when you come in. I’m going to bed now.”
“Don’t worry, dear. We’ll be as quiet as mice. You go ahead and get some rest while we’re out. See you at breakfast. Sleep well.”
Hopefully, Kħadījah didn’t notice the size of my Uncut Hindu hardon I was trying to hide from her, but I was making no effort to hide it from Fātimah who was almost openly licking her lips. ———————————————————— I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of this a long time ago.
Here I was, sitting ten feet in front of a dressing room full of hot, teenage Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was trying on outfit after outfit with insufficient regard to absolute modesty.
Both Fātimah and Nādirah graced me from time to time with innocent-looking flashes of skin that kept my blood boiling until the store closed.
Somehow, the curtain over the doorway never seemed to get quite fully closed.
“Gee, Durgesh. Thanks. I had no idea you were going to buy the store out for me.”
“Yeah, Mr. Durgesh. You didn’t have to buy those things for me, too, but I really appreciate them.”
“Oh, it was my pleasure, girls. Just watching you go so wild about all those clothes was a real treat for me.” You bet, I thought, and they knew what I meant, too, but by unspoken agreement, we left it that way.
They knew exactly what kind of “watching” they were being rewarded for.
The next morning, my Uncut Hindu Dick was so hard during breakfast that I was sure Kħadījah would notice something–if not the size of it, maybe the fact that it was hard for me to speak above a squeak, but she seemed oblivious to everything except her new job assignment.
I couldn’t wait to see if Fātimah would be peeking around the bathroom door again.
I was so hot from remembering yesterday morning in the bathroom, and the clothes buying session last night, that I almost got my Uncut Hindu gun before she showed up, but there she was–skirt up, pants down, finger in the old Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, and here I was, Uncut Hindu Dick up, hand pumping.
I hated to masturbate.
But I didn’t want Fātimah to lose her otherwise extremely moral character only for sex.
I told her Ammījān Kħadījah so many times that Fātimah is young now, but she acted very irresponsible to her own daughter.
She was more interested in making money now, than in making her daughter.
Kħadījah was 36 now, but even at this age, she did not understand, what her daughter needed.
In what seemed like no time, I could no longer hold it back.
Cum flew everywhere.
It took a good ten minutes to clean all the cum off me and to wipe off all the gobs spattered around the bathroom.
Wouldn’t do to let my dear Kħadījah find that much cum scattered about, now would it?
When I finally made it downstairs, expecting to see Kħadījah’s model daughter waiting on the couch, all ready to go, she was nowhere in sight.
“Fātimah! Where are you?”
“I’m sorry, Durgesh. You bought me so many new outfits, I can’t decide which one to wear today. Can you come help me?” she called down from her room.
I checked my watch.
We still had a few minutes to spare.
“Ok!” I yelled, sprinting up the stairs.
As I entered the room, Fātimah was bending over the bed, wearing only her new thong panties and the push-me-up bra I had bought for her last night.
Her bed was covered with the other things I had bought.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the perfection of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass, except to sneak quick peeks at her firm tits, spilling over the top of the skimpy bra.
“Which one do you like the best, Durgesh?” my pride and joy asked impishly, standing in front of me nearly nude and holding first one dress, then the other, in front of her luscious Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body.
A body, in fact, that I personally knew had been racked by a tremendous orgasm no more than fifteen minutes ago.
I tried not to have another one myself, as I watched.
“What difference does it make, Fātimah darling. You’re eventually going to wear them all, so why not just close your eyes and pick one out for today. Besides, you don’t want to be late and have to get that spanking I promised you, do you?”
“Would you really spank me, Durgesh?”
“Have I lied to you about anything else? I told you if you got yourself ready on time I would reward you in many ways and would also treat you like an adult in many ways. You got your reward and your adult treatment, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Durgesh,” she answered in an impish voice.
“Well, don’t take too long or I’ll have to put you over my knee.” I saw her eyes sparkle at the thought and sort of expected what was going to happen.
“I just can’t decide,” she declared, as she pranced around the room, grabbing one outfit, then another, to hold against her almost nude body as she modeled for me.
“Ok. that’s it, young lady. Time’s up. I’m afraid you’ve missed your bus and I must keep my end of the bargain by punishing you. Come here and bend over my lap.”
“Oh, Durgesh, Durgesh. Please don’t hurt me. I was just so excited by all the nice things you bought for me and wanted to show them off to you. Please don’t spank me.”
However, as she talked, she was moving forward quickly to lie across my knees, with her delicious extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass pointing right in my face and those rock-hard tits pressing into my Hindu thighs.
I laid my hand on her hot extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and squeezed gently a few times while Fātimah wiggled around on my quickly expanding Hindu erection.
My first blow brought a very surprised yell.
“OW! Durgesh! OW! You’re killing me!”
“No such thing, young lady. This will teach you to waste your time and not meet your obligations.” I felt the heat of my first blow rising from her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass before smacking her again.
“OW! Durgesh! That hurts.”
“Hush, now, and take your punishment like a grownup. You earned it and I’m going to see that you get it.” By this time, my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard enough to raise her off my lap. There was no question she could feel it rubbing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān belly.
Smack! Smack! Smack! I rained blow after blow on her rapidly reddening ass cheeks as she tried valiantly to take it.
I began to rest my hand longer and longer on her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass cheeks after each blow, squeezing the firm flesh and pulling her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips apart.
Gradually, I rolled her panties down so that I was smacking her bare extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass and kept working my way lower and lower toward her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
It was plain that the eroticism of the situation was getting to her.
Fātimah had stopped crying and was plainly getting into it–squirming around on my trapped Uncut Hindu Dick and pushing back into my hand whenever it was near her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips.
We got off together.
She went absolutely rigid and stuck her legs straight back, trapping my hand between her thighs as she went over the top.
It was more than I could bear.
I went with her, flooding my clean chinos with a torrent of hot, Hindu cum.
“Well! I hope that taught you a lesson, young lady.”
“Oh, yes, Durgesh. I have learned my lesson. I’ll be good from now on. Will you take me to University now?”
“Just as soon as I clean up a little, dear.”
During the ride to University, she was a little more daring than yesterday, making no secret about absently rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but not openly acknowledging it, either.
This promised to be a really wild ride.
On the way home the next afternoon, I stopped and picked up a couple of shortie bathrobes for Fātimah and myself.
There was no point in messing up her dress and cumming in my clean pants every morning, assuming that this was going to keep on happening.
My investment paid off handsomely the next morning.
Fātimah lounged openly in the doorway to the bathroom.
Her robe was wide open as she fingered her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, giving me the best view yet of her treasures as I stroked my massive Uncut Hindu manhood.
After I blew my nuts and she blew whatever it is that women blow, the robe came in very handy again, when she was still in it as the bus went by.
“Oops. Missed it again. Are you going to spank me again, Durgesh?” she asked somewhat wistfully.
“Yes I am, little lady. You have to learn to be more responsible.” I was going to tell her to lie across my lap again, but she was already crawling on board.
Somehow, her robe came open as she slid across my lap, and so did mine.
This put her bare tits directly against my leg, trapping my Uncut Hindu Prick between them.
I poured it on, just like the day before, and she reacted the same.
She wiggled, she bounced and she slid across my knees, pulling yet another gob of goo out of my overworked balls as she went off.
“How long can a man continue getting off twice a day before work?” I wondered.
Today, Fātimah had left her panties off completely as she toyed with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt all the way to University, in plain view of mine, but still without directly acknowledging she was doing it.
I was about to ask if she planned to go to University bare- assed, but as we approached the campus, she took a pair from her purse and slid them on.
“Bye, Durgesh. Thanks for the ride.”
Not a word from my apprentice flagellant about our mutual masturbation session.
“Any time, Kid.”
At breakfast the next morning, Fātimah asked,
“Can you help me with something, Durgesh?”
She straddled my lap, opening her robe in the process and asked,
“The University nurse was telling us how to test ourselves for breast cancer, but I’m not sure I’m doing it right. Will you check it for me? I don’t want to get cancer.”
“Well, just let Dr. Durgesh check those puppies out. We’ll see if there is any chance that your tits are going to fall off any time soon.”
“Oh, Durgesh. You’re so funny” she giggled, as she performed some more of her patented squirming.
By the time I had completed a very thorough examination of every potential lump in my Fātimah darling’s tits, she had managed somehow to trap my sizable Hindu erection between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs.
Still, she made no overt acknowledgment of the fact.
Ok, if that’s the way she preferred it, so be it.
I was happy to enjoy her in any way that was comfortable to her.
If she needed to act as if we were performing a vital health service while I played with her tits and she rubbed herself off against my Uncut Hindu Prick, then who was I to question my good luck?
Predictably enough, it wasn’t all that long before she stiffened and clamped her legs together so tightly, I was amazed that my head didn’t just pop off.
I had been getting off so often lately that I might not have gotten my rocks that time if she hadn’t reached down and grabbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to force it harder against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit as she came.
She came, she saw, she conquered.
Fātimah matter-of-factly kept holding my scum-spurting Uncut Hindu head against her engorged Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips as she rode up and down on my lap.
When she rubbed the ropes of cum around on her belly and started licking her fingers, I shot another wad I had no idea I was saving.
Another ride to University with Fātimah rubbing her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit and slipping pants on at the last minute.
I could learn to like this if I tried hard enough.
The next morning, Fātimah was nowhere to be found.
There was no half naked teenager lounging in the doorway of the bathroom as I showered.
Had she suddenly had enough or decided that it wasn’t the right thing to do?
I was frantic.
I threw on my robe and ran down the hall to her room to see what was going on.
As I burst into her room, she was still in bed, apparently asleep, with the sheet down to her waist, uncovering two of the most beautiful tits I had ever seen.
I pulled the sheet the rest of the way off her luscious naked body.
“Fātimah! Get up! It’s late! You’ve overslept!”
She blinked her eyes open and made no mention of the fact that she was nude and my rigid Uncut Hindu Dick was sticking out of my robe right in her face.
“I’m sorry, Durgesh. I’ve been a very bad girl. I guess you’ll have to spank me again.”
Fātimah got on her hands and knees at the edge of the bed, with her tight little extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass almost touching my bursting Uncut Hindu Dick, waiting for her punishment to begin.
Oh, how I wanted to lean forward the few inches that separated us and ram the entire length of my enormous Uncut Hindu Dick in that sweet Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that was winking at me.
However, I somehow managed to control myself to the point of only resting it in the crack of her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while I smacked her cheeks.
After a few good smacks, she pulled forward enough to let my Uncut Hindu Dick fall below her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and reached back with one hand to hold it against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips again, like she had done during our “breast cancer” checkup yesterday.
The combined effects of her riding my Uncut Hindu Dick and my slapping her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass caused us both to get off very quickly.
This was becumming a habit!
By unspoken agreement, we continued to pleasure each other every morning, without ever acknowledging that we were flaunting taboos.
Any time her Ammījān wasn’t around to see her, Fātimah would quite openly play with her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy and her tits in plain view of my watching Hindu eyes.
Likewise, I felt free to be quite open in pleasuring myself at these times.
Kħadījah kept up her early-to-bed routine so she could be out of the house by six.
This left Fātimah and I together alone in the family room for a couple of hours every night.
She would curl her legs under her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass on the couch and stick two fingers in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt while I stroked my massive Hindu hardon, as we pretended to watch TV.
One evening, as we got bolder and bolder, I stuck in a porno flick I had rented just for the occasion.
Fātimah watched in fascination as the Musalmān girl sucked the Hindu off, then sat on his fat Uncut Hindu Dick.
My heart skipped a beat as Fātimah took all this in, and then came to sit next to me on the couch.
I’m still sitting there with my Uncut Hindu Dick in my hand and she is still pretending we are having a tea party.
She almost absent-mindedly reached a small hand out to touch my bursting Uncut Hindu Prick that seemed to grow even bigger when she touched it.
Her eyes grew wide as she found that she could barely reach around it with both hands.
I sat back and let her have full access to the Hindu Cock and balls, with no restrictions on how or what she might do with them.
She must have spent an hour just squeezing and stroking my big Uncut Hindu Prick.
She weighed my balls in her hands and measured all the dimensions of the “arm” she was holding.
It wasn’t the first time she had seen it, obviously, but it was the first time she “saw” it.
By the time she stuck a tentative tongue tip in my pisshole, she knew every mm of my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I sat very still, not wanting to disturb the Moment.
Whatever she decided to do was ok with me, whether it was to go to bed and dream of other things, or straddle me and fuck the hell out of herself on her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick.
Either way was all right by me.
Very slowly, she bent her head forward, further and further, until the head of her Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Dick was completely inside her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, but her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth was so wide open that nothing touched me except her breath, which was driving me insane.
It was as close as I’ve ever been to blowing my nuts without touching myself or being touched.
She kept me in this condition for what seemed like an eternity, then slowly sat up, smiled at me and went to bed.
As hard as I was, and as close to coming as I had been, it seemed like I should do the same.
After the sustained subtlety of her lovemaking, a common jackoff seemed like some sort of sacrilege.
Somehow, I managed to calm my nerves sufficiently to drop off to sleep.
Kħadījah was snoring away beside me and I was greatly tempted to ram my Uncut Hindu Dick through her nightgown to relieve the intense pressure in my balls, but I thought I owed it to Fātimah to save it for morning.
As it turned out, I guess I saved it for myself as much as anyone, because the load I blew over the shower door was the most massive of my life.
What an explosion!
Fittingly, the first gob flew out of the shower stall and landed on Fātimah’s face as she watched her Durgesh do his morning jack off.
The rest of the morning was a repeat of the day before.
Fātimah now leaned openly against her door with one foot in my lap while she rubbed her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt for me on the ride to University.
I could hardly wait for Kħadījah to go to bed that night.
The anticipation of the unknown delights in store for me with Kħadījah’s innocent young daughter, Fātimah, was driving me wild.
Without a word, Fātimah started the tape at a section she had cued up before I got home, then sat beside me on the couch, as before.
This time, however, she did not reach for my Uncut Hindu Prick, but kept her eyes on the porno, where the Hindu was going down on the young Musalmān girl.
“Oho!” I thought. “This is what we want.”
I slid to the floor between Kħadījah’s daughter’s thighs and gently stroked her silky legs that opened wide to allow me access to everything she had, just as I had done for her last night.
I reached into the end table where Kħadījah and I kept the massage oil we used to use before she changed her shift.
I warmed the bottle in my hands then spread it liberally on my Fātimah darling’s peach-fuzz-covered thighs.
Fātimah moaned as she settled back into the cushions and closed her eyes.
I slid her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass closer to the edge of the couch to give me better access to her dripping Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips and began a slow, teasing, exploration of every fold of her semi-virginal Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I used every trick in my book to titillate and torture her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I even slid one finger in her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt and another up her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass while rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick over her fully aroused and erect Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Clit.
I could feel it coming a long way off and knew that she was building up to a record shattering orgasm, before backing off, leaving her gasping for breath.
She looked at me with pain in her eyes, but wouldn’t finish it off herself, or ask me to.
She saw that it was payback for last night and recognized that the pain might well be worth it, based on the ferociousness of my orgasm this morning.
Our steadily escalating relationship took one more step the next morning, when Fātimah joined me in the shower.
As usual, she didn’t speak or acknowledge what she was doing.
She simply opened the shower door and came in.
She lathered herself thoroughly, then went to work on me.
When we were completely seduced, Fātimah reached between her legs and stuck my Uncut Hindu Dick between her legs so she could ride it like a wagon tongue as she rocked back and forth on it.
Fātimah hummed to herself as she rode and held it tight against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips without any attempt to slide it into the tight little heaven my balls were demanding for.
There was no surprise when she began shaking.
Her body had been giving off signals for five minutes that a nubile volcano was about to erupt.
I don’t know how long it had been since she breathed, or since I had, for that matter.
All I know is that my body seemed to be holding back a torrent of cum, to avoid turning it loose before the proper time.
When Fātimah finally cut loose, so did I.
My cum mingled with the suds at her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt as she wilted in my arms.
If I hadn’t caught her, she would have collapsed on the floor of the shower room.
I quickly rinsed us both off enough to prevent too big a mess and easily carried her light, lithe, body to her bed.
“Just rest a few minutes, Fātimah darling. I’ll call in sick for both of us and we’ll take the day off.”
I tucked her in as she curled up in a contented ball, with her finger in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān mouth, like she always used to do when she was younger.
“Oh! Hi, Durgesh” she piped, as if she weren’t completely naked and half lying across her Durgesh’s big Uncut Hindu Dick. “I had a little nap”, she informed me as she absent-mindedly stroked my Uncut Hindu Prick. “Wake up!” she shouted jokingly at my Uncut Hindu Dick as she slapped it into a full stand.
“Know what I’d like to do?” she quizzed as she continued to stroke my painfully distended Uncut Hindu Prick.
“I want to see if this Hindu thing will fit into me without tearing me apart.”
It was the first time she had openly acknowledged the idea of fucking me.
“Are you sure that’s what you want?” I asked, hoping against hope that she wanted it more than anything in the world.
“More than anything in the world!” she declared as she raised herself up to straddle my loins.
“In that case, we better help things along a bit. Come up higher for a minute. You’re going to need a little preparation.”
I pulled her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass toward me until she was sitting on my chin.
What a beautiful sight!
This pink passionflower that was soon to be split by my huge Uncut Hindu lovepole needed the advantage of a good kissing to get it ready.
When Fātimah could take no more kissing without dissolving, she looked me straight in the eye and raised her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān ass over the end of my Uncut Hindu Prick.
Slowly, very slowly, she lowered herself onto it.
Inch by fearsome inch disappeared inside her slender exbbSaåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body as I tried desperately to remain still when my whole being was urging me to ram it to the bottom of her tender Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
She must have done something ahead of time to get rid of that nuisance of a cherry, because there was no interruption of her steady ride to heaven.
Perhaps one of her masturbation had popped it for her, but without opening the road wide enough for my load.
Finally, she sat, triumphantly, astride my Uncut Hindu Prick, with the entire Uncut Hindu shaft buried within her tiny body.
“Look, Durgesh, I did it!” she beamed, as if she had managed to do a somersault for the first time.
For perhaps fifteen minutes, Fātimah just sat there in wonder.
A minor quiver ran through her body from time to time, but basically, she just sat there and let her extremely beautiful teenager Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body adjust itself to the intrusion of my enormous Uncut Hindu Prick.
When I began to wonder how long I could remain hard without motion of any sort, her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy started to make tiny spasms, clenching my Uncut Hindu Dick like a hand.
The spasms remained subtle, but increased in frequency until my back arched away from the bed, raising Fātimah high into the air.
“Ride me, Hindu boy!” she sang out as she kicked her heels into my Hindu thighs.
This was more than I could endure without relief.
Such a massive stream of cum flowed out of my Uncut Hindu Prick into the depths of her tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy that I wondered how it could stay in there.
My question was answered as she reached her own peak of ecstasy.
The contractions of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy caused by the intensity of her orgasm squeezed out not only my cum, but massive quantities of what must have been female cum.
The bed was soaked.
“Better clean that up before your Ammījān Kħadījah gets home.” I smiled at Fātimah.
Little did I know that Kħadījah had doubled back that morning, to check the progress of her plan.
“I wondered how long it would take for you two to get together.,” she said from the doorway.
Fātimah’s blood ran cold.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
104. Ahl-Al Bayt 22
105. Ahl-Al Bayt 23
106. Ahl-Al Bayt 24
107. Ahl-Al Bayt 25
109. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned, as much in shame and humiliation, as in budding Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān pleasure as she thought about the chain of events that had brought her to this place of her incipient adultery.
She had not wanted to go to this party, but her husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, had insisted.
They had only been married for six months, and they had moved into this Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club neighborhood, into a home that they really couldn’t afford.
Her husband, Ålī Abī Tālib, had stressed to her how important it was that he succeeds in his new job, as the vice-president for real estate sales in this new, exclusive Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club subdivision development.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had heard rumors Already, while sunning herself at the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club pool, of what went on at these parties given by her husband’s boss, and his ‘trophy’ ‘wife’(?), his Outdoor Sex Queen, Kħadījah Muħammad.
Not that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had anything communal in her beliefs, but she had been brought up in the south, and she didn’t think it was totally right for a Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Woman to be married to an Uncut Hindu man.
She could understand, she thought, what Kħadījah Muħammad had seen in me.
I was medium, and was broad-shouldered with a trim waist, and was very muscular and well built, from what she had observed when we were all at the pool party together.
I was reputed to be a Multi Billionaire many times over.
Certainly, Kħadījah Muħammad and I had a huge mansion in the subdivision, and Kħadījah Muħammad drove a new Mercedes convertible around when she went out shopping, which she apparently did on a daily basis.
She had told Ålī Abī Tālib that these private parties were rumored to be really far-out, and even, she had heard, there might be some kind of Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Sex or even wife-swapping going on.
“Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot Sex is normal now everywhere.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled to his ultramodern, yet still orthodox, queer combination, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān wife, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī, “Even educated and understanding Musalmeen have stopped fighting it now.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib!”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī scolded.
Ålī Abī Tālib smiled,
“It never happened, neither happen still now, because Hindus want to fuck Musalmān Beauties. On the quite contrary, it always happened and still happens because the Musalmān Beauties themselves want to fuck Hindus.”
“Shame on you, Ålī Abī Tālib.”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked at him contemptuously, “You are also a Musalmān. Never forget it.”
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed,
“Of course, I’m a Musalmān. So what? I should close my eyes on the burning facts?”
“I hate you.”
“What the hell difference does it make to me?” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “Close your eyes from the burning facts, and it’ll harm you yourself, not me.”
“I never knew you are so hateful.”
Ålī Abī Tālib laughed.
“You must be crazy.”Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī flared.
“I know you yourself want to enjoy my boss, Durgesh.” Ålī Abī Tālib exploded the bombshell.***
And even then, they blame them to fuck Hindus.
They plan, conspire and even blackmail the Hindus of power to fuck them.
Why Musalmeen waste their precious time in futile activities?
Why Musalmeen are so untrue to even themselves that they can’t see the truth about themselves?
Most of the Musalmeen are either uneducated, or grossly undereducated.
Most of the Musalmeen are either criminals, or at least criminal minded.
They don’t think crime is bad.
Most of the Musalmeen are either unsophisticated, or at least under sophisticated.
Most of the Musalmeen do not have even manners.
Their behavior with their own women is queer.
But, what another option their mankind provide them to lead even a normal progressive modern life, except to woo a Hindu?
What do the wretched Musalmeen want?
Should Musalmān Beauties even not do it?
Why should Musalmān Beauties lose the opportunities to live better, if they can manage it?
Why should Musalmān Beauties pay the price for the foolishness and incompetence of their mankind?
Why shouldn’t they get a better life if they can?
Ålī Abī Tālib reminded her that Durgesh seemed to be pushing his sales career along, and that they were already totally dependent on Ålī Abī Tālib’s monthly draw against his–as so far–unearned sales commissions.
“Just get ready”, he said, “and be sure really to dress up showy; wear your new island print sun dress, with those sexy red strappy sandals that we bought you last weekend.
“And, oh yes, be sure that you have your pedicure redone, you know, have your fingernails and especially your toenails painted a really bright scarlet red to go with your sandals. I know that Durgesh always notices whether or not the Musalmān Beauties who work in the office have their toenails painted a nice red or some dark color.”
“It can’t hurt to please him in that little way, at least.”
So, she had done as Ålī Abī Tālib had asked; she had redone her nails herself, in order to save some money.
She had picked out a really bright, ‘showy’ scarlet nail polish at the local K-Mart, and had re-painted her toenails that morning.
She had fixed her honey-blond hair in a soft style around her face, and had worn the sundress; with the red strappy sandals that Ålī Abī Tālib had wanted her to wear, so that her newly red painted toenails were very visible and apparent.
Looking at herself before they left for the party, she had to admit, to her secret delight, she looked every bit as hot as that trophy wife, Åābidah Sajjād, did.
Now, however, she found herself in a most compromising position and she didn’t know what to do, or where to go.
Durgesh had suggested that they watch some videos after supper.
Durgesh thought she was a little uncomfortable; she went Along with everyone else.
Right away, however, her comfort level went even lower.
Then, Åābidah Sajjād obviously got comfortable by kicking off her sandals, because of what Ålī Abī Tālib had said about toenail polish, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had noted that Åābidah Sajjād’s toe nails were painted a deep rich burgundy wine color, with gold-flecking highlights, and lying back on the lounger.
Åābidah Sajjād wore otherwise only a skimpy halter top, and a sarong style wraparound skirt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had already noticed that it appeared that Åābidah Sajjād was wearing nothing on either under these items, or at most, almost invisible thong style panties.
So when Durgesh had suggested that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah take off her sandals, she felt as if she had no option but to do so.
She kicked off the sandals before she sat back on the lounger.
As the evening went on, and the videos became increasingly, explicitly pornographic, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could now see her husband Ålī Abī Tālib and one Åābidah Sajjād on the chaise lounge on the over side of the large game room, where they had become more and more entwined in each other.
Though the room was dark except for the light from the TV screen, it was clear that Durgesh and Åābidah Sajjād were engaged in some heavy petting at the very least; if she was not mistaken.
From the sounds they were both making, it was clear that they weren’t discussing world politics, and unless she was mistaken, Åābidah Sajjād was moaning up into Durgesh‘s mouth, as their lips and tongues meshed together.
Durgesh was already kissing her.
Durgesh, Though she had not opened her mouth for him yet, but his tongue was licking around her lips, and up and down her neck and around her ear lobes.
Despite her intentions not to do so, she was becoming aroused, when suddenly Durgesh pushed her back into the lounge they were on, and flipped up the hem of her skirt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so excited, and so engrossed in her thoughts, that she never noticed when Durgesh had finished with Åābidah Sajjād, and when did he reach Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī.
She had not worn any bra with the sundress, at Ålī Abī Tālib’s urging, but she had put on her newest thong panty.
She tried to stop my insistent Hindu hand, but she didn’t want to make any kind of scene.
She remembered all too well that her and Ålī Abī Tālib’s livelihood depended on this Hindu man’s good will.
While she was trying to hold my probing Hindu hand from going further up her skirt, however, with my other hand, I pulled down the strap on her dress so that I pulled the top right off of one of her large breasts, and her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breast, with the nipple Already prominently aroused, popped out.
I immediately moved my searching Hindu mouth down, and took that nipple between my lips and started sucking it with swirling motion of my tongue.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī gasped in shock, but yes, aroused as well, as her nipples were one of her “hot turn-on” buttons.
She was so immersed in what my mouth was doing with her nipple that she lost track of my Hindu hand under her dress. ***
Just as suddenly, as I had taken down her bodice, I hooked my finger around the band of her thong, and before she was aware of what I had done, I had pulled her thong down below her knees.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī grabbed for her panties, but then I pulled down her top again, and now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was nude from the waist up.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī grabbed for her top, but only succeeded in losing my hand, and with another sudden move, I had her thong off her bare feet.
Now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī regretted that she had followed my suggestion that she take off her sandals and make herself comfortable reclining back on the lounger.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized that All Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī now had on was her sun dress, and it was too bunched up around her waist.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī knew that she had to get up now, and get away from me, even if it meant that Ålī Abī Tālib would lose his job, or I would try something even more daring and intimate with her, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was sure of it.
But even as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī struggled to get up from her semi-reclining position on the lounger, her eyes widened with another new shock as I, smirking with an obscenely amused look, waved her thong in front of her eyes.
Suddenly, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized she was already trapped in this situation.
Ålī Abī Tālib would never believe that she had not willingly consented to be, where Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī now was, and even though he was obviously not paying any attention to what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī and I were doing, he would be furious with her for her willing infidelity, with me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī thought all of it instantly as a flash.
From the look in my eyes, she was sure, I would claim that we had already done much more, and Ålī Abī Tālib, even if he denied it to her, would believe that story, especially with her now naked and already wet lubricating genital area.
Why Musalmeen are still as backward as they are?
Is Islam responsible for it?
Even Durgesh says NO.
It did not happen naturally.
The conspirators always managed to keep the balance of power in their own side by hook or crook.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī glanced over at the other lounger, where it was clear that Rājesh Rājpoot and Nādirah Sajjād, the younger sister of Åābidah Sajjād, were actually fucking.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could see that Rājesh Rājpoot was between Nādirah Sajjād’s outstretched thighs, as he hunched his Hindu groin up against Nādirah Sajjād’s obviously willing naked Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t make any outcry now.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t call attention to her predicament.
Ålī Abī Tālib would be more than furious with her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could only hope that Rājesh Rājpoot‘s involvement with Nādirah Sajjād, and Ålī Abī Tālib’s interest in Nādirah Sajjād and Rājesh Rājpoot, would be so complete, that Ålī Abī Tālib wouldn’t notice his wife’s own nakedly exposed genitals.
I whimpered to her in a harsh undertone,
“Your husband’s immensely interested in Rājesh Rājpoot fucking Nādirah Sajjād, you know!”
Nonetheless, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī still tried to sit up.
But I pushed the lounger into a fully reclined position, and just as suddenly as I had moved before, he slid my Uncut Hindu Cock head down her nearly nude body, until my Uncut Hindu Prick hovered just over her already moistly spread cunt- lips.
“Allah, what are you doing, Durgesh?’ Don’t do that, please don’t!” Even as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pleaded with me, however, her breath abruptly caught in her throat, as my Uncut Hindu Prick hard, rod-like, but insistent, started making small circles around the junction of her thighs with her pelvis.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī shivered with an involuntary start as my searching Uncut Hindu Lund slowly worked its way to the warm, already moistly glistening crevice between her trembling legs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī squirmed silently in a half-hearted attempt to get away from my rubbing, searching Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Uuuuuuargh…. Allah! Yā Allaaaaaaah! oh my god,… what are you … no, no, …. stoppppp …” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned again, this time in hopeless arousal, as even her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body betrayed her.
Despite her efforts, her shuddering loins now thrust forward, seeking maximum contact with her tormentor’s stabbing Uncut Hindu Lund, as it pushed its way into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Vaginal passage.
When Ålī Abī Tālib had tried this with her, she had stopped him immediately, much to his hidden relief, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī came to realize that Ålī Abī Tālib didn’t really want to do it, but just thought as a ‘good’ lover, he had to attempt it.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī thought, she should be ashamed of herself for not only what was being done to her, but also for being so passionately aroused by it.
But Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī couldn’t help the sensations that went through her body like so many electric shock waves.
Her breath came from her open gasping mouth, in tiny almost painful pants, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī pressed her extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān face into the lounger cushions to muffle her rising groans of passion, as I began to work my Uncut Hindu Prick in and out of her now very wet, and open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage.
I pulled my waist up slightly and with a rapid up-and-down pushing motion, began to work her pulsating Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt and Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clit, rubbing and pushing at first one and then the other crazily, with my Uncut Hindu Penis contrasting so vividly with her nakedly white buttocks, as her buttocks swayed back and forth Almost out of control.
Her state of excitement reached new heights of fevered passion as her husband’s Uncut boss now withdrew my Uncut Hindu Penis from her slit passage, and centered my attention solely on her throbbing bud of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clitoris, rubbing it up and down, and pushing it with a slow, but steady rhythm that threatened to drive her over into a quivering mass of concentrated passion.
“Oh…oh…oh, uuuuh,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned in increasingly loud tones.
The heels of her feet dug into the cushion of the lounger, and her red-painted toes arched up, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī levered her helplessly pulsating Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt up into my groin.
Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt opened ever wider, as I continued to work my Uncut Hindu Prick up and down, up and down, up and down, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was unconscious of any other thing in the world, but the rhythmic stoking of my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Then Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was gasping for breath repeatedly, as she stiffened with the realization that she was about to have a climax on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She concentrated on that feeling as it began to wash up from her feet, threatening to drown her in a flood of passion.
I grinned victoriously as I realized her sudden imminent climax, and raised my waist from her wide-open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt slit.
I smiled a lewd, yet loving, smile at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , then bowing my waist again, I took her throbbing Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clit against my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I now shifted up over her, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah lay still beneath me, her white thighs spread wide, her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt wet with her flowing juice, and open to me.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked down as I pulled down my shorts, allowing my massive Uncut Hindu cock to flop free.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was stunned, as she could see that even in its semi-hard condition, it was Already half again as big as Ålī Abī Tālib’s dick.
It was so Uncut, it was so brown, and my uncut foreskin could not hide the fact that the big bulbous Hindu head was even bigger around that the rest of it.
With one hand, I continued to pin her shoulders to the lounger while my other hand guided that huge brown-Uncut Hindu knob to her already openly wet Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt lips, and using the head like a battering ram, pushed my way past the swollen red flanges of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
“Now we’re going to fuck, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī darling, just like I’m your husband and you are my wife.”
“Oh, now, please don’t do that to me, you know I’m a newlywed. Besides, I’m not on the pill, I can’t use it, you can’t do this, you can’t get inside me and cum…. you could make me pregnant.”
Without making any verbal response, I pressed my now rigidly stiff Uncut Hindu Cock down against her still tight opening, getting the huge Uncut head lodged just inside her.
“Oooooooh,” escaped from her wide-open mouth, without will, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt my huge, now iron hard thick Uncut Hindu Cock pressing, seeking full admittance through the tight elastic little opening of her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Slit.
I pushed again, slowly, but surely, dominating my way into her.
“No, please stop, please don’t,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī whimpered uselessly, as the huge throbbing Hindu head slid through, stretching cruelly the small rubbery entrance until her white thighs were forced even more open from the sheer outward pressure.
Her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage felt as though it were being split apart.
I fell completely down on her, my upper body weight crushing her engorged extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breasts and nipples to the sides of her ribcage.
I thrust my hips forward at the same time, and my long Uncut, wrist-thick pulsating Uncut Hindu Cock slipped down through the tight hot walls of her contracting Sunni Musalmān Pussy, pushing aside the smoothly giving flesh like the rippling waves before the bow of a speeding ship.
“Please stop, Durgesh, please stop.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī cried again, not really caring who heard her.
To her surprise, I paused momentarily, and pulled slightly back.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked up at me, with her surprise showing on her face.
“You know what, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , baby, I’m only half way in, and you are as tight as a virgin; is this about as much as you’re accustomed to from Ålī Abī Tālib?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī looked down between our bodies, as I lifted up from her slightly, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was struck instantly with the stark contrast between her so-white stomach and thighs, and my Uncut Hindu Cock now thrust half-way up inside her.
It caused such an immediate sensual reaction that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī involuntarily pushed her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān pelvis up against me in an unconscious need to have more of me inside her.
I thrust my Uncut battering Hindu rod again into her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī watched, and then again, and backing out slightly, then again, as my rock-hard Uncutness went ever deeper into her yielding Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān softness.
There was no stopping me now, as the resilient Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān walls of her clasping Vagina parted for my Hindu hardness and then slipped over and then wetly enclosed the full length of my surging Uncut Hindu Cock, as I bottomed out in her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was so full, so painfully full, that she felt like my Uncut Hindu Cock had gone into her stomach.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt opened and stretched.
She had never been so filled by any man, although there had only been a few, and it seemed as if she had been ripped and torn open; as if her insides were being pushed aside for my invading Uncut Hindu Cock.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī tried to clench her Sunni Musalmān Pussy walls together to keep me from embedding myself further into her cervix, but it was useless.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī could feel every ridge of flesh on my Uncut Hindu Cock as it expanded and buried itself more deeply into her that she had ever imagined possible.
My hungry mouth clamped down hard on her painfully contorted lips as I began a slow rocking motion, in and out, between her widely thrust thighs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah , the Almost virgin newlywed wife, could feel her tight narrow Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt’s passage widening with each long smooth stroke of my Uncut Hindu hugeness into her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī groaned with her now helpless surrender beneath me.
Once again, her young Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body began involuntarily to react, with the flames of, for her at least, forbidden desire, even more irresistible than those feelings that my Uncut Hindu Prick and mouth had brought her to earlier.
There was no reason to resist, to hold herself back for her husband’s sake.
Even if he did know, he probably wouldn’t stop my fucking of his wife.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī suspected that Ålī Abī Tālib had anticipated All Along that this evening would lead to what was happening.
Ålī Abī Tālib’s insistence on her appearance, on his insistence that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī wear the red toe nail polish that Durgesh wanted his ‘Musalmān Beauties’ to wear.
All these things suddenly imprinted on her that Ålī Abī Tālib had, if not intended for this to happen, at least didn’t want her to make a scene that would adversely impact his job if and when it did happen.
At this point, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah knew that she had lost her battle, such as it was, with her naiveté and her newlywed’s conscience.
the obscene thought of her total surrender to this Uncut Hindu stranger sent ever increasing tremors running Along the base of her spine, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī felt me increase the slowly driving rhythm of my long plunging Hindu strokes in and out of her now openly flowering Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Her now totally aroused Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body began to follow my lead, and to move in counterpoint, in passionately abandoned jerks, with my strokes in and out, raising her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt up to me to give me better access to her body.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī opened her mouth, allowing me to invade and possess it, just as I was using and possessing her warm, now willing, Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī twisted and opened her thighs as wide as she could, to give me even more access to her, to get my Uncut Hindu Cock even deeper into her, if possible.
She did it as I continued to plunge my massive throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock down and again, deeper and deeper, making her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Cunt open and widen for me in total acceptance, as if she had never been fucked before.
“Oh, Oh, Allah, Yā Allaaaaaaah! yesssss…yesss, like that, uf yessss, like that, give it All to me, fuck it deepest in me,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī cried with abandon up into my greedy mouth, surprising herself with her first ever use of that word, and with her now abandoned surrender to my hard-driving use of her.
In willing acceptance, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī lifted her legs up above my back, so that she could see, over my back, her red toe nail polish glistening in the reflected light, as her feet jerked back and again, as my Uncut Hindu Cock plowed up and down, shining with the moisture from her soaking wet Sunni Musalmān Pussy.
I continued to pump back and in.
As Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī moaned deep in my mouth, the electric shocks ran up from her arching toes and feet, throughout her entire Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had her first ever Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān Clitoral stimulation orgasm with a man’s Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was used to Ålī Abī Tālib cumming very quickly in her, and then using his fingers and hand to bring her to her climax, if he wasn’t too tired, that is, to do so.
To her immense surprise, then, I didn’t even slow down, as I felt her climax tighten her Sunni Musalmān Pussy lips around me.
I just continued to stroke into and out of her, thrusting from the tips of my toes, with all my strength into her.
Her body continued to shake and move in synchronicity with my buffeting Uncut Hindu Cock as I kept on thrusting, thrusting, in and out, in and out.
I reached down, and putting my hands behind Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees, I pushed them back against her sides and extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān breasts, as I started now pounding deep full strokes into her.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah panted and grabbed my ass, with her hands trying to pull me deeper inside her as our hips slap together.
I now started a hard thrusting tempo, the sounds of skin slapping skin and the light creaks of the lounger cushions a counterpoint to the sounds of flesh slapping together.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah can feel the simmering fire of arousal deep in her belly begin blowing out of control, the tingling tension, as her second climax started running through her body with mind-altering force.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah cried out in total surrender to me,
“Ooooh, Durgesh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, fuck me hard. ”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel me thrusting ever harder and deeper as my balls slap against her upraised butt and legs.
It was obvious; however, that I was not getting deep enough to suit me, as I backed off enough to hook my forearms around the back of her legs at her knees.
I levered her legs back to her big tits, mashing them against the front of her legs.
I now have her bent double at the waist, and was fucking her harder than she had ever been screwed before.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was moaning now with deep guttural, Almost animal sounds, crying out with uncontrollable passion, as she had one climax after another.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī was reaching for the ceiling with her little feet, as her toes clenched and curled in the age-old reflex, her scarlet toenail polish glistening in the reflected light.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was in her own personal sexual heaven, as the simmering fire started back up toward the inevitable explosion of another climax.
The swirling thoughts went through Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s mind, like fireflies on a hot summer night.
*This is what I needed, and didn’t even know it, this is the kind of sex I must have, this will become my obsession*, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought. *I know that I’ll do whatever Durgesh wants of me, if he just cares enough to ask me to do it, just so that he will fuck me again like this. *Ålī Abī Tālib has started something here, and he may not be happy with what he has created.*
These exquisite thoughts blended and merged into yet another pulsating throbbing climax, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her Sunni Musalmān Pussy pull and clip at My thrusting Hindu rod.
Now Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt that I was going even harder and faster as I slammed my Uncut Hindu Dick as deepest into her as I could.
“Oh, Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā . . . I’m cumming.” I yelled out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the first jet of my Hindu Vīrý gushing, so warm and deepest into the bottom of her wide-open Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān cervix.
All thoughts about the risk of pregnancy, from a Hindu, had vanished from her mind.
After the first time I had fucked her, I had taken her by the hand, and led her upstairs to a bedroom with an oversized king bed, so that we could, as I said,
“Get some good fucking room.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had looked over toward where Rājesh Rājpoot and Nādirah Sajjād had been fucking, but they were still all inter-twined, and Ålī Abī Tālib never once looked at her, although it was not possible that he was not aware that she had just been fucked goofy by me.
Allah, was he ashamed of himself now?
But, what’s the difference now?
It has happened.
It has happened already.
She has tasted Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.
Now, even she can’t deny:
‘Once with Durgesh, all else is trash.’
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī knew then that Ålī Abī Tālib had intended for this outcome to happen, to appease his boss, he had made her a sacrifice to my desire to use her Panjvaqtā Namazī Sunni Musalmān body in any way that I wanted.
That outcome, however, was now O.K. with her, as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah Ålī realized just how much she was missing from the love-making between her and Ålī Abī Tālib.
She had missed actually the life itself.
And she was determined now, not to miss it any more.
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
89. Ahl-Al Bayt 7
95. Ahl-Al Bayt 13
96. Ahl-Al Bayt 14
97. Ahl-Al Bayt 15
98. Ahl-Al Bayt 16
99. Ahl-Al Bayt 17
100. Ahl-Al Bayt 18
101.Ahl-Al Bayt 19
102. Ahl-Al Bayt 20
103. Ahl-Al Bayt 21
105. The women in my life
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
26. Majājī Kħudā: 6
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
9. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 6
10. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 7
11. R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 8
12.R’gved: Mandal 1| Sookt 19| Mantr 9
35. Saamved: Mantr 1