A best Ammī a worst wife
Kħadījah Muħammad was 39 years lady but looked 32-33 years old only.
She told everyone proudly that it was the effect of her panjvaqtā namaz, her five time Salāts, and of living a healthy sex life.
She had maintained herself, keeping herself fit by exercise and dieting.
Kħadījah Muħammad had a figure of 34-28-36.
She always wore transperent chiffon saris with sleeveless blouse, which had a big low neck.
Anybody standing in front of Kħadījah Muħammad could clearly see her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cleavage.
The only places on her body where flesh was visible were her boobs and a little plump Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
She made full use of both the great assets.
Kħadījah Muħammad had many affairs, with eligible Hindu men of course, before and after marriage.
After marriage, it was easy for her to get fucked by anyone as Kħadījah Muħammad’s husband, Muħammad, was working in army and he was home for a month or so in a year.
Kħadījah Muħammad had a young daughter, Fātimah Muhammad who was of 19 years of age.
His husband, Muħammad was very proud of having a panjvaqtā namazī Musalmān wife and a similar ‘religious’ daughter.
Her daughter was also as sexy and good-looking as she was.
Fātimah Muhammad wore modern clothes and she had developed in a sexy young lasso that no doubt had broken many hearts and made many Hindu guys shag their Uncut Hindu Dicks.
Kħadījah Muħammad was a least concerned Ammījān who never paid attention to Fātimah Muħammad’s clothes and activities.
Seeing her Ammījān’s least concern, Fātimah Muhammad too was only interested in fashion and sexy Hindu boys.
One day Kħadījah Muħammad received a call from Fātimah Muhammad’s HVS Multiversity Online, informing her that she was called to meet the Chairman.
Kħadījah Muħammad was least interested in Fātimah Muhammad’s academic career, but being an Ammījān she had to do her duty.
She decided to visit the Chairman.
Both Kħadījah Muħammad and Fātimah Muhammad lead an independant life.
So, the next day, she went to Fātimah Muhammad’s HVS Multiversity Online.
Kħadījah Muħammad had worn a dark purple chiffon sari, tied just at her navel level,a tight deep necked sleeveless blouse with her Islamic Locket of a star with the prominent Moon resting in between her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs valley.
Her shoulder length hair was tied with a clip.
It looked as if she was going to a marriage party rather than to meet her daughter’s Chairman.
It was 4.00 pm when Kħadījah Muħammad went to Fātimah Muhammad’s HVS Multiversity Online Head office.
When she inquired about the Chairman with the peon, the peon eyed her from head to toe and led her to the Chairman’s office.
The peon went in and told the Chairman, myself, about the visitor.
I was a smart man of 60 years, with 6′ height, broad chest and a good muscular Stavak Hindu body.
I told the peon Åli Ħusain to send Kħadījah Muħammad and also instructed him that nobody should disturb us as it was an important meeting.
Åli Ħusain came out and again eyeing Kħadījah Muħammad told her to go in.
Kħadījah Muħammad knocked the door and slightly opening it said,
“May I come in, Sir? It’s Kħadījah Muħammad, Ammī of Fātimah Muħammad. You’ve called me, Sir!”
Seeing such a sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān SexBomb in the door, I was tounge tied.
Looking this gorgeous sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, in the dark purple chiffon sari, with tight Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs and sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips, I refused to believe that she was Fātimah Muhammad’s Ammījān.
I was trying to fill Kħadījah Muħammad’s sexy image in my eyes mainly looking at her extremely beautiful boobs.
When Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me and knocked the door again, I, coming to my senses, said,
“Oh, please come in, please come in Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā, you are Fātimah Muħammad’s Ammījān? Sorry, I thought you were her sister. That’s why I could not believe.However, Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā; I called you to discuss something about your daughter Fātimah Muħammad. Please, come in. Be seated please.”
While sitting, Kħadījah Muħammad ‘s pallu dropped a bit to show me her white heavy chest, enclosed in the tight purple low necked blouse.
Kħadījah Muħammad saw me seeing her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cleavage, but she didn’t mind it.
She put back her pallu and feeling nice to hear such a compliment said,
“Shukriya, but yes, I’m Fātimah Muħammad’s Ammījān myself. What do you want to discuss about Fātimah Muħammad, Sir?”
I looked at her sexy chest and the cleavage showing through the chiffon sari and said,
“You please concentrate on your daughter. Fātimah Muhammad is being weaker and weaker in studies, constantly.”
Kħadījah Muħammad seeing me eying her cleavage, didn’t mind it, instead bent a bit making her pallu move a bit from her left boob and said,
“Sir, she is already weak in studies, but she is much better in sports. HVS Multiversity Online has collected a gold medal due to her, last year, in sports. I think you haven’t forgotten it. Have you, Sir?”
Seeing this extremely beautiful, extremely sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady acting so openly, made me buoyant.
I looked at Kħadījah Muħammad’s left boob and said,
“Of course, she is much better in sports. Yet, Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā, she is not only weak in studies, she is joining the wrong kind of persons’ company too.”
I hesitated here somewhat.
“I mean she is living with some girls of doubtful character. I’m going to punish those girls. I’m sorry to inform you that the name of Fātimah Muħammad is also included in the said list. I’ve already discussed the matter with the parents of those notorious girls. I’m discussing the same with you too. If you want, you can improve your daughter. I’m sorry that I can’t bear these type of girls in my HVS Multiversity Online.”
Kħadījah Muħammad felt good when she saw me eying her boobs.
she thought that maybe something could happen if she wants to.
Judging from me, it was now a question of Fātimah Muhammad’s career too.
If she could ‘paŧā’ me, seduce me, maybe Fātimah Muhammad won’t be punished. And she herself could be rewarded by me too.
Kħadījah Muħammad decided that she wanted something to happen between her and me.
She decided to carry on with the game a bit more so she scratched her chest above the blouse as if it was itching.
Looking deep into my Hindu male eyes, she said,
“Sir, Fātimah Muhammad is not a child anymore. She understands very well what’s right and what’s wrong for her. Even if she is living with the girls of doubtful character, she can take care of herelf. Moreover, you are there. I’m there. If you don’t take it otherwise, I’ll try to keep in constant touch with you. I mean, if you don’t think I’m invading your private life.”
Kħadījah Muħammad now put both of her hands on the table.
She bent on them pushing her extremely sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān boobs up, giving a good view to me and said,
“I don’t know what the sin my daughter has done that you are going to punish her, Sir.”
I saw the behavior of Kħadījah Muħammad and felt that she was trying to seduce me, clearly.
He was a hot-blooded Hindu man.
I never kept my Hindu libido in check. I always had numerous affairs with the young Musalmān lady teachers from my HVS Multiversity Online.
Moreover, there were so many extremely beautiful Ammījāns of my students, sleeping with me to make the career of their children.
Kħadījah Muħammad was not the very first of them.
Seeing Kħadījah Muħammad’s act today, made me to go for Kħadījah Muħammad too.
She too deserved my legendary Hindu Sex Kicks between her legs, if she is ready for them.
I decided to take the bait as Kħadījah Muħammad was surely worth taking the risk.
I got up and went behind Kħadījah Muħammad.
seeing her broad open white back and sexy waist made me hotter.
I stood just behind Kħadījah Muħammad and said,
“Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā, Ask me what does Fātimah Muhammad not do. She bunks the classes, and wanders with the girls who belive in having their affairs with the sons of capable Hindus. Sometimes, she remains with those oversexy Hindu boys till late nights behind the canteen.”
Kħadījah Muħammad stood up, turned and faced me.
Her white over whelming cleavage and one boob from over the blouse could be seen.
Looking down, she saw my pant was up, meaning that I too was hot because of her act.
We both were within a touching distance of each other.
Smiling a bit, Kħadījah Muħammad said,
“Sir, they all bunk the classes. And if she chats with the Hindu boys of her age, what’s the need there to take any action for this normal behavior? If Musalmān Beauties would not seduce Hindus, how the human race would continue? The rest of the persons have never contributed in providing the human race better children and better future thus. Only us Musalmān Beauties and you Hindus are doing this utmost necessary duty to humanity. If you want to stop even us, then I don’t think there’s any future of humankind.”
Seeing her like this, I decided to take matters in my hand.
I caught Kħadījah Muħammad by her arm and took her to the sofa.
Kħadījah Muħammad didn’t resist me catching her arm.
Making her sit on the sofa, I sat near her and getting to her face, I said,
“Please be seated here, Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā! Why don’t you understand what I want to say? Fātimah Muhammad is doing everything what the wrong type of girls do. I’m going to rusticate her. I haven’t another option.”
Kħadījah Muħammad was also hot and decided to go along.
She put her hand on my thigh and said,
“Sir, I promise you to be in constant touch with you, from now on. We both can control her activities, if only we both agree to it. You can call me anytime to discuss her further activities to control them.The only promise I want from you is that you won’t rusticate her ever. We’d punish her on our own ways. Even if you are not satisfied, punish me instead of her.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā!”
“Please, try to understand me. I’m her Ammījān. I’m responsible for everything she does. So, if there’s anyone to be punished for her wrong activities, it’s her Ammī, I, not she. I’m here. Punish me in whatever way you want. But, never punish the children for the wrong taking care of them by their parents.”
She bit her lip with her teeth.
“Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā!” I said.
“Actually she needs a father’s discipline.” Kħadījah Muħammad said gravely, and then smiled, “And I myself need a competent husband’s discipline.”
Kħadījah Muħammad laughed also,
“I’m only an Ammī. I can’t replace her father. And I can’t fill the gap in my life, my husband should.”
“Kħadījah Muħammad Sāħibā!”I laughed, “I’m not her father. I’m not your husband. What do you want from me?”
“If you want to punish my daughter, punish me instead. Please! I’m responsible for everything she does. Punish me, I say, if you can’t forgive her.”
Feeling this sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady so near to me, I was very hot.
I caught Kħadījah Muħammad ‘s extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān face in my hands and said,
“How should I punish you? You are too beautiful to be punished. I try never punish the Musalmān Beauties with brains. Instead, I love them ever.”
Making Kħadījah Muħammad stand, I removed her pallu from over her shoulder and let the pallu down.
Keeping kissing her, I then removed her sari from the petticoat totally and threw it away.
Then holding Kħadījah Muħammad a bit away with both hands I said gravely,
“You are right, Kħadījah darling! You both the Ammī béŧī need discipline. You need a husband’s discipline, and Fātimah needs a father’s discipline.”
Kħadījah Muħammad looked at me in immense unprecedented pleasure,
“You—you really mean it, Durgesh?”
Kħadījah Muħammad never thought that I would do it all so fast.
But she was happy about it.
Still showing a little shame, she covered her chest with both hands.
“Yes,”I said, “I mean it really. I think your husband, Muħammad, could never understand you, otherwise he hadn’t continued to be an Army Official.”
“My husband Muħammad?” Kħadījah Muħammad said contemptuously, “he failed even in Shab-e-Urosī. He ejaculated before entering me.”
“They say I’m sexy. Yes, I am. But, I was not so sexy before my marriage.” Kħadījah Muħammad’s voice was burning with intense contempt for his most incompetent husband, Muħammad.
“Who is responsible for it, Durgesh? I ask you who is responsible for it? A panjvaqtā namazī Musalmān doshīzā turned into a nympho maniac after her marriage with a successful Army Official. Her daughter saw her Ammījān doing it day and night, and she adopted the same life style. She, an innocent Musalmān girl, did not know, it was dangerous to herself very much. And you want to punish her even for the mistake she never did knowingly? You? Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt, you? Hindu husband of Musalmān Beauties, you? Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, you? Try to live these titles. I’m a Musalmān Beauty. My daughter is a Musalmān Beauty. You are the husband of us both. Now, save your extremely beautiful Musalmān wives from everything. How can you rusticate your Musalmān wife, Fātimah Muħammad?”
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Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“You hate me?”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Al Zia Al Wahāb felt heat in the club’s entryway.
After all, it was so close to the street.
She felt spent somewhat.
Was she really drained of energy?
No, never, it can’t be.
Durgesh has fucked her almost whole night.
She felt thoroughly recharged, and vivacious consequently, when she left his bed.
Durgesh does not think her profession low, as the others do.
“It’s an art,” Durgesh says,”till no low sex activities are involved in it.”
Yes, Durgesh was not interested in her when it started.
She could not forget it ever.
Removing several coins from her belt pocket, Al Zia Al Wahāb went to the juice machine, and the minute she had the ice-cold bottle, she began to drink it.
She started feeling better almost immediately.
She entered the ladies’ room, snapped on the lights, took another swallow of juice and set the bottle on a chair.
Twisting the faucet marked FROID; Al Zia Al Wahāb placed her wrists under the stream of water.
She had heard that it cooled the body quickly.
Finding a clean towel, Al Zia Al Wahāb dried herself, and while doing so, she studied her reflection in the wide mirror above the basin.
Studying herself in mirrors was one of Al Zia Al Wahāb’s favorite pre-occupations.
Rarely did she pass a mirror without halting to consider pensively what was shown in it.
She knew she had won Durgesh with it.
She loved to watch her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body in the mirrors to hold interior dialogues with that image, to philosophize and psychologize over that image, to wonder about the ingredients of that image that had cast her so high up in the Multiverse and then sent her tumbling so far down, so far down that now she teetered on the brink of Hell.
Durgesh never agreed with her in the matter.
He always claimed it was her negative thinking only.
Perhaps Durgesh was the only person in her knowledge who was absolutely everconfident that all the problems of human beings are only due to their negative thinking.
Alas, she could not share Durgesh’s optimism as she shared his bed.
Al Zia Al Wahāb stared at the upper half of the five feet four inches of herself in the mirror.
How incredibly, extremely, beautiful she was!
The self that was captured in the polished glass stared back at her.
Tossing the towel aside, Al Zia Al Wahāb backed off diagonally the width of the tiled bathroom floor until she could see herself almost full length.
The ladies’-room was a one-person room.
It never allowed presence of more than one person, except on emergencies.
She was as careless here as she could be when she is in complete privacy.
It had a sink, a stall equipped with a shower arrangement, a tub, and a translucent half door with a toilet chair absolutely opaque underside.
There were several other devices too she was completely used to.
She knew very well they were intended for the fulfillment of personal services of one sort or another.
Suddenly she smiled and murmured to herself,
It was as if some code sentence in part Arabic, part Sanskr’t, and in part English.
In a moment it was all gone what was there and Al Zia Al Wahāb was pleasantly left to face the darkness filled the Personal suddenly.
The system worked only when it’s murmured in a lady’s voice having already bedded with me, otherwise NOT.
The sound waves were used for it.
They activated a system to generate X-rays to penetrate her womb to investigate if there were really the ingredients of my Hindu semen found.
The system worked only after finding the result in positive.
The darkness was, however, only momentary.
The room lit up again.
Nothing of what was there a moment ago, returned however.
It was pleasant daylight now filling the one-woman-Personal.
Al Zia Al Wahāb was now as if outside.
There was open sky above, with clouds drifting across it in a fashion just regular enough to seem clearly unreal.
On everyside, there seemed an outstretching of greenery moving in equally repetitive fashion.
Al Zia Al Wahāb filled with bliss.
Yet, her mind was working, without any slightest interruption, as it was before.
Her sun-blanched flaxen hair, tied in a mane, fell below her shoulder blades.
Her shining brow was unmarked, although she was already twenty-one years old, and her huge, frank, gray-green eyes were clear, although her Hindu suitors and her Hindu lovers liked to tell her they looked at once experience old and little-girl-lost that Al Zia Al Wahāb had learned to translate as really meaning they promised free giving and promiscuity.
The mouth was another matter.***
Petrified by astonishment, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb stared after the bodies, emerged from us, united.
We both were on our fours.
She was on her knees and arms.
I was too in the same position, but behind her.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her exclamation,
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed exclaimed again, not believing her own very eyes even, “Al Ħamdulillāhi Rabbil åālmīn! Arraħmānirraħīmi!Māliki yaumiddīni! Iyyāk nåbudu v’ iyyāk nastaåīnu! Ihadi nassirātal mustaqīm! Sirātallazīn. Anåmt ålaihim.Ghairil maghzūbi ålaihim. Valazzāllīn!”
Then Al Zia Al Wahāb shouted at top of her lungs,
Her Ammī’s eyes were filled with tears.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb raised her melodious voice somewhat,
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited,
Then they both recited simultaneously,
I was fucking Al Zubédā Al Wahāb continuously.
I was reciting,
“‘S’ paryyagāchchhukramakāyamavra ñamasnaaviragvong shuddhamapāpviddham.
Kavirmanīshī paribhūh svayambhūryāthātathyato’arthānvyadadhāchchhāhvatībhyah samābhyah.’”
But when they both recited simultaneously,
I too did, the same, with them.***
The cherry colored full lips of Al Zia Al Wahāb, shaped in a grin, seemed inviting and full of teasing sensuality, in contradiction to the innocence of Mumtaz nose, smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cheeks and dainty ears.
Al Zia Al Wahāb had worn no brassire this morning.
The blouse was too almost transparent.
The large circles of her extremely beautiful nipples, Durgesh loved very much and kissed while making love with Al Zia Al Wahāb, every now and then, and the shadowy outline of her high abundant Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom were plainly visible.
She could not win Durgesh without it, even when she’d lost everything.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd made her to lose everything, even her native province.
Al Safdar Al Saåīd always insulted Durgesh for it,
Her tanned midriff, set off by the white above and below, was bare today.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, Durgesh kissed bare while making love with her, brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks too, Durgesh played with bare of them, squeezed and kissed brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
She could never control.
“I have a dream, Durgesh!” she said once.
Al Zia Al Wahāb kissed me,
“I can understand, darling.”
“Promise me that I would do the same with the rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Would his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins help you?”
“You can’t make them to help me?”
I looked at Al Zia Al Wahāb gravely,
“I bear the same relation with his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins, Al Zia Al Wahāb, as I bear with you.”
“So?”Al Zia Al Wahāb smiled mischievously, and tightened her already tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around the entire length, thickness and strength of my Uncut Hindu Prick, buried deepest into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal depth.
“I never coerce any of my women to do anything they don’t want to.”
“I’m honored. I never want any misunderstanding between my women and me.”
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān shapely legs too, so that her every Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān contour and every movement of her every muscle could be seen.
I did not agree with her,
“You are a PhD, Al Zia Al Wahāb.”
“Yes, but it did not help me when I had to fight with that dirty rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Well,” I smiled, “is the fight over?”
The question came,
“What’s the job?”
Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job.
His resume was impressive.
Years of military experience had toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy.
He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his sector, lending himself as a free agent.
A deadly one.
He seemed steady enough to take the job without knowing what it pertained to.
His lips were drawn together, a clear indication of a man who rarely smiled.
Intense blue eyes were piercing, doing just as much harm as any weapon the man chose as his reference.
Like a wire, the man disconnected himself from emotions.
He didn’t have a family except for two brothers and grandparents, but he was pretty much on his own.
Perfect man to hire.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd placed his hands on his vast gut, breathing harshly as his beady, gray eyes squinted in a closer study.
“What are you willing to accept for it?”
The young man squared his jaw.
“Tell me who I’m takin’ out, then I’ll let you know.”
He had a deep drawl, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd noted, but his cold approach dared anyone to be amused by it.
Anyone who did would have a lot to answer to, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd supposed.
To hide his alertness, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd cracked a smile as he exhaled.
“The job is for you to remove a man of importance.”
It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
The man was tight and orderly when it came to the descriptions of his victims that he no doubt received from his training as a former BrigadierGeneral.
“One daughter about the age of twenty.”
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt like shivering.
Yet he controlled himself.
He had to.
As the man commanded for information, he did not shift his gaze away, his animalistic stare like the devil himself.
The man was cruel when it came to the job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd could see this.
“Reason for termination.”
“Wrong man for the presidency,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd disclosed, “He’s running for a new liberated party that’s turning heads in this sector. He tends to run against our candidates because he knows something about our government. In particularly, our President.”
The younger didn’t look intrigued.
As far as he knew, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd was struggling for the ultimate power.
Even then, the Hindus could not be held responsible.
The intense foolishness of Mullahs and Maulavīs of the Musalmeen kept forcing their educated Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womenfolk farther and farther away from their own males, for their own survival.
How could it be stopped?
The survival was basic human instinct.
Nothing could be successfully done against it.
His eyes remained chilled and insensible still.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt that he had ogled statues that were friendlier.
“Which is?” the hit man goaded.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd chuckled.
“I’m afraid that is something that I must keep secret. You must think I’m dim-witted and weak to betray the President’s secret.”
The former Brigadier General paused a beat, his black eyes tracing his interviewer before he muttered,
“Certainly not. But gimme the name and I’ll handle the rest.”
The elder frowned, though he found himself captured with fascination.
Usually, an assassin would want as much information as they could gather from the people who hire them.
Then perhaps this man truly was an expert at his job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd couldn’t help but to be intrigued.
“Just the name? Surely you’ll need more information than that.”
The other stood silent.
“How on earth could you manage?”
The younger man sighed tiredly, his arms crossing across a built chest.
“You have your reasons for doin’ things, I have mine. Just gimme the goddamn name.”
Fātimah walked slowly down the dark street.
The rain was warm and soaked her quickly.
The rain was making the roadway glisten and the streetlights shone down to illuminate small sections of the street.
She took one-step at a time and when she reached her house, she stood outside of it for a few moments.
The only light on was in Durgesh’s room and she wished he were asleep.
As Fātimah slipped into the house, she hoped he had fallen asleep with the light on.
The key made a clicking sound in the lock and she was thankful her parent’s room was on the other side of the house.
She stepped inside and removed her wet sandals.
Her nipples were rock hard from the rain and the outline of her black lace bra was visible.
As she walked past the mirrored wall in the front entranceway, she couldn’t help but frown.
“I hate myself.” Fātimah whispered under her breath and quietly made her way up the stairs.
She entered her room and closed the door behind her.
She tried to listen into Durgesh’s room, but the fact she didn’t hear anything, didn’t mean anything.
He could be asleep or just working on his laptop.
He never listened to music, nowadays, so it was hard to figure out.
She wished at this moment that they didn’t share a bathroom.
She knew that if he were awake he would hear the water running and knew what time she got home.
Fātimah entered the bathroom and making sure that the door to his room was locked stripped naked.
She turned the hot water on and entered the shower.
The hot water felt good on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and as she washed herself, she wished she could remove the dirty feelings she had.
She could feel every part of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that he had touched.
She wanted to scrub her lips raw.
Fātimah couldn’t get the feeling of his warm Hindu lips touching hers out of her mind.
She wanted to remember only one thing.
He is a Hindu.
He is a Hindu.
How she can have sex with a Kāfir, a Hindu?
After showering, she unlocked the door to Durgesh’s room.
She pulled out a cotton nightie and slipped it over her head.
She slipped under her duvet and the moment her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.
Fātimah was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.
She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
She looked up as Durgesh entered the room.
He looked angry and all the emotions from last night came flooding back.
“I’m sorry Durgesh.”
Fātimah winced at his harsh words.
She hated when he was mad at her because he had a way of making her feel like crap.
He also had a way of making her feel amazing so it balanced out.
Fātimah went back to eating her breakfast and heard Durgesh stomp around the kitchen, putting away dishes, and making his breakfast.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Fātimah tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.
She knew what she wanted to do, but her parents were in the house so that was completely out of the question.
Just as Fātimah was putting her dirty dishes in the sink, her parents entered the kitchen.
“Hello my wonderful children.”
Fātimah grinned a bit.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was always acting silly.
Her parents were retired and spent their days golfing, hanging out at their cottage, and traveling.
Fātimah was eighteen and Durgesh was twenty, the son of her Ammī’s Hindu lover, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was afraid of her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, very much.
She was revolting and he did not want to divorce her.
He could lose Kħadījah, but not Fātimah.
He loved Fātimah, his youngest daughter, very much.
Yet, it wasn’t as if they needed much supervision.
“Hi Abbū.” Fātimah kissed his cheek and smiled at her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid.
“How was your date last night, sweetie?” Fātimah’s Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid had similar features to Fātimah.
Fātimah always considered herself fat, but thought that her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid was just right.
Fātimah glanced over at Durgesh before answering.
“It was good. Mohan and I went to that nice seafood restaurant and then to a movie.”
“It was raining last night. I hope he walked you to the door.”
“Of course Abbū.” Fātimah bit her lip, hoping her lie wasn’t too obvious.
The truth was that Mohan and she had enjoyed a great dinner.
They had gone to a movie, but halfway through he had started to fondle her.
She passively tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.
After the movie, Mohan had parked his car in the deserted lot near her house.
Fātimah tried to protest, but it didn’t work.
Mohan was all over her and part of her loved the feeling of his hands and lips on hers, but part of her was feeling so guilty for what she was doing.
Durgesh had been so good to her.
She had made out with Mohan for a few minutes and then had asked him to stop.
He didn’t take that very well and that was why she walked home in the rain by herself.
“We’re off to the cottage for a few days. I did groceries yesterday so you guys should be set. Rashīdah is coming over on Wednesday to clean the house so make sure you stay out of her way.”
Her parents kissed their children on the cheek and then left.
Fātimah had gotten used to her parents being so carefree.
After her parents drove out of the driveway, she made her way upstairs to her room.
She had Sunday off which was nice.
Fātimah worked as a secretary in a very busy law firm.
Her official title was executive assistant to the family law department.
She liked her job and was lucky she got a job right out of college.
She heard Durgesh move around the house and heard him enter his room.
She knew she had to go talk to him, but was dreading the conversation.
Durgesh solved the problem for her.
Just as she was logging off her email, he stormed into the room.
“I fucking hate you.” And with that, Durgesh kissed Fātimah hard, pinning her against her desk.
The edge of the desk dug into her thighs.
Fātimah tried to pull away, but really didn’t want to.
I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back.
I sucked her neck and nibbled along her jaw line.
“You’re such a fucking tease. And you fucking lied to Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid and Abbū, Imām Muħammad. Mohan made you walk home.”
Fātimah was moaning as she squirmed harder.
Durgesh let go of her hands so he could undo her jeans.
“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I promise.” Fātimah didn’t want to hurt Durgesh any more then she already had.
Durgesh yanked down Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s jeans and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was soaking wet and Durgesh grinned.
All Fātimah could do was whimper.
He undid his jeans with his other hand and Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped as Durgesh dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground.
It was the perfect size and felt amazing inside her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, please! Chodo mujhé Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! ” Fātimah mouthed the words, “Fuck me till I exist.”
Durgesh spun Fātimah Imām Muħammad around and pushed her over her desk.
He spread her legs and slammed into her hard.
“You like my Uncut Hindu Lund Fātimah Imām Muħammad.”
She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and was on the brink of orgasm.
Durgesh fucked her roughly.
He was getting all his anger out.
He hated how they had to keep this secret.
He hated that she went out on dates with other Hindu guys.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was his and only his.
Durgesh loved that Fātimah Imām Muħammad was curvy in all the right places.
It felt so good to fuck her this way.
“Fuck me harder Durgesh. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Fātimah knew he liked it rough and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was holding back so they could cum together.
Durgesh stepped away from her and pulled her to her bed.
He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his Hindu lap.
“Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Imām Muħammad. Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund until I shoot my Hindu Vīrý deepest inside you.”
Fātimah nodded and slammed into his Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad felt every drop of his Hindu Vīrý inside her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad reached down and after pushing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once, Fātimah Imām Muħammad herself was Cumming once more on Durgesh ‘s deepest buried Uncut Hindu Lund, as well.
We lay panting in that position for a long time, buried deepest inside Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
Finally Fātimah spoke,
“I walked home in the rain because Mohan wanted to have sex with me and I pushed him away. He refused to drive me home. I promise.”
Fātimah woke up when the sun shone into the window and shone right into her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad blinked and felt a warm body on top of hers, with a steel rod still buried deepest into her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was face to face with me.
I was lying on my back and had a victorious Hindu grin on my face.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad thought about last night, Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t help but smile.
The Moment her parents were gone, we had spent the day in bed having sex nonstop.
We had only stopped for lunch and dinner and had fallen asleep exhausted, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
It was Monday and Fātimah had to go to work.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad tried to get out of bed, I wrapped my arm around her buttocks.
“One more time.” I smiled.
Fātimah smiled too, as I lay on top of her.
“I want to be inside my Fātimah Imām Muħammad one more time before Fātimah Imām Muħammad goes to work.”
Fātimah couldn’t disagree and felt me push in and out of her.
It was slow and hard and was driving her crazy.
I strummed her hard nipples and held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until Fātimah Imām Muħammad came.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad arched her back and came hard.
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her nose and then thrust two more times before emptying myself inside her, “Now you can get ready for work.”
Fātimah grinned as she rolled out of bed to get ready.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked as an assistant at a law firm and as Fātimah Imām Muħammad got dressed, I lay in her bed watching.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad put on stockings and a black skirt with a white blouse and matching blazer.
It was a high-end law firm and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was expected to dress appropriately.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad didn’t dare look at me while she dressed.
I was in a constant state of horniness and Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t be late for work.
Before I had, a chance to touch her, Fātimah Imām Muħammad pulled away and rushed out the door.
I lay in bed debating on whether to get up or not.
I was a senior at the community college.
My classes were great since I had gotten into computer animation.
I wanted to spend the day in Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s bed, but knew it wouldn’t be any fun without her there.
I got up and dragged myself to college.
I worked quickly to get my assignments done and spent the rest of the time playing around with things.
I loved computers and loved animation.
I was the top of my class and was close to guaranteeing a full time job when I graduated.
My classes were done at two o’clock so I decided to go pick up Fātimah Imām Muħammad from work.
I had done that in the past and loved seeing where Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked.
I entered the elevator and went up to the fifteenth floor.
When the doors opened, I walked down the hall towards Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s office.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had her own office, but there was no window.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad joked that it was once a closet, but it was in the perfect location.
The four lawyers Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked with had offices on either side so Fātimah Imām Muħammad was always close enough to help out.
I turned the corner and stopped cold.
I was standing outside her office and although I couldn’t see inside since the door was closed, I knew that sound.
It was the sound Fātimah made when her earlobe was being sucked on.
It was a precious sound to me since a year ago when we first got together I had done that to her and the sound was like music to my ears.
I thought he was the only one who could arouse her like that.
I knocked once and then opened the door.
It was unlocked and so I figured I could walk in.
The Moment I entered I knew what was occurring.
Fātimah was sitting up on her desk with her boss Shankar standing in front of her.
“Durgesh!” Fātimah pushed Shankar away and slid off her desk.
Shankar grinned at Durgesh.
“We’ll chat about that tomorrow Fātimah.” Shankar walked out of the office and left Durgesh and Fātimah standing in front of each other.
Fātimah was biting her lip waiting for Durgesh to say something.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew I was mad and Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew that nothing Fātimah Imām Muħammad said to me would make things right.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had been having a secret affair with me for over a year and here Fātimah Imām Muħammad was making out with her boss.
“I was coming to visit you. Wanted to see if you could leave early. I’ll take the bus home.” I sounded so quiet and reserved.
My eyes were full of gravity and when Fātimah reached out to touch me, I pulled away fast.
I left her office and walked quickly towards the elevator.
He kept repeating in my head, “I’m not going to show any weakness. I’m not going to show any weakness.”
The Moment I got home I marched to my room and got on my computer.
I tuned everything out and didn’t even hear Fātimah Imām Muħammad come home.
Fātimah knew she had to talk to me and had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to say.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knocked on my door and entered quietly.
“Can I just say a few things?”
I nodded and turned off my laptop.
“I love you. More then you will ever know. When guys pay attention to me I react. I feel so guilty afterwards because I know you love me so much. I can’t tell Shankar I have a boyfriend because he’ll want to meet him. You have no idea how much I wish we weren’t Hindu and Muslimah.” Fātimah looked into my eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had finally said exactly what she wanted to say the last year.
This wasn’t the first time Fātimah Imām Muħammad had flirted or made out with another guy, but this was the first time I had found out.
“Come here.” I turned the chair and gestured for Fātimah to come close.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad walked over and sat in my lap.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened immediately and I ran my hands under her skirt to the edge of her stockings.
“Fuck me.” Fātimah whispered the words as she pleaded with me with her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad needed me so badly and wanted to show me how much she loved me.
She herself undid my pants with one hand and sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quickly.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped at the fullness.
I watched as Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s breasts bounced up and down.
“I’m going to use your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy Fātimah Imām Muħammad, all night long.” I knew how I loved her so much, even though Fātimah Imām Muħammad was a flirt.
However, I’d obliged Kħadījah today, Shankar’s girlfriend.
Kħadījah wanted me to fuck her for a long time.
I avoided her on this or that pretext, because Shankar was serious about Kħadījah.
He wanted to marry her.
His flirting with Fātimah made me free to oblige his equally beautiful girl friend Kħadījah.
“Promise me, Durgesh,” Kħadījah was overwhelmed with immense pleasure, “You’d fuck me like today, even after my marriage with Shankar.”
I smiled and kissed Kħadījah full on her crimson lips,
“Certainly, my darling.” My Uncut Hindu Penis was still deepest into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, “Shankar does not want to respect my relationship with Fātimah. I’m not bound therefore to respect his relationship with you.”
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
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
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
1: Of my Musalmān friends
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, though I’m fascinated about your navel, Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs and ass, I wanted to see your navel only. Already you showed me your navel. This is enough for me. But still I feel horny when I talk with you about your sexual life.”
“I am also feeling hot Durgesh.”Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how many times your husband fucks you in a day?” I asked her an extreme question.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t show her shock on her face now, smiled at me naughtily and asked,
“Do you really require to know it, Durgesh?”
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I want to know how many times my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is getting fucked, in a day.”
“Twice in a day Durgesh, twice in a day. He will fuck me, until I get satisfied.” she closed her eyes.
I laid her on the bed, opened her saree from her hips, and teased her navel by my finger.
I inserted my finger in her deep navel and asked her,
“Will he lick your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?”
“Yes, sometimes, Durgesh.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in heaven when she talked like this, and I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, all the youngsters in our colony are eying on you, you know?”
“Hey, what are you saying? I am not that much beautiful.”
“But they are mad on your ass. They want to see your navel at least once.” I added.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is still uncomfortable now and she was shy to get all this comments from her Hindu Nandoī.
Her cheeks became red.
“Yes, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, they love to see your ass shake, when you walk in saree. They count it too.” I increased her horniness, deliberately.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah looked at me with unbelievable eyes.
Because she was waiting for this complement for long years, but she is highly satisfied now and felt hot really.
“They opened my eyes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. I am squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis on you for last 10 years thinking about your sexy moon hip and your huge round buttocks.” I made circle around her deep navel with my finger.
She moaned and enjoyed this.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I love to lick your navel.”
She didn’t reply me.
She was lying in closed eyes.
I kissed her navel, licked and sucked it for 45 minutes.
She moaned heavily, shook her hip in sexy way, and I caressed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
“Durgesh, it’s enough. Durgesh, leave my navel.” She moaned with pleasure.
“I want to see you nude, your up and downs Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I squeezed her navel.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked by this and told me,
“No, Durgesh, I should not be nude in front of you.”
“Promise. I will not fuck you Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I asked once again.
She was surprised of my strange questions.
Without expecting her reply, I pulled her saree away from her waist.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah felt everything is going out of her control, as I trapped her one by one.
First saree, then blouse, then bra.
Finally, I came to her panty.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t stop me.
But she turned back, when I removed her panty.
Her ass was up.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is completely nude in front of me with her naked great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
She didn’t expect I would make her nude.
She felt shy and closed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy,
“Durgesh, don’t look at your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I should not show to you. Please.”
She deplored and begged me not to see her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
She stood from the bed and was ready to run away from me.
But I knew how to take off her hand.
I also became nude and kept my rod in 90 degrees.
Then I went back to her and saw her huge mountain Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Now Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes and requested me not do anything in her ass.
But I didn’t listen to her.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is really nice. When you walk, your ass makes me mad. So I like to see how your bare ass shakes when you walk. Today you should not wear any dress Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. We are alone here. Only you and me, none else. You should be completely nude. I am going to enjoy the shakes of your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, hip and huge round extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks. See, I’m not fucking you, neither in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, nor in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass. I’m keeping my promise. The only thing I want to is, to appreciate your outstanding Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty. Can’t you do only that for me? For your Hindu Nandoī? You’ve to do nothing more what you haven’t already done for me. Let’s stay nude, darling.”
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me to leave her,
“Durgesh, I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and some other man’s wife. I should not show my nude body particularly my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and ass to you. Since you want to see me nude all over the day, It is impossible. If anyone knows this, my life will be miserable. Please Durgesh; Leave your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. Please!” She deplored.
I respected her feelings and after that I didn’t force her.
Then I took her to movie and beach.
She was very happy all over the day and she thanked me.
As our parents returned from the marriage in the night, I didn’t get any chances of teasing my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sexy assets.
Everyone should be proud of having such homely sexy hot ladies.
I am proud of my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, because she doesn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was trying to fuck her but she didn’t want to cheat her husband.
I was sad after this incident and the Next day morning-
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready to go ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
She was in a fantastic saree looking gorgeous.
But again, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told she is still hot and her stomach makes trouble.
So I wanted to use this opportunity. I went to her and told her “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, unless you apply oil in your cute ass hole, you can’t get relief.”
“Allah, Durgesh , tell some other treatment.”
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there is one more treatment, I tell you.”
Then I saw her, she was looking like an angel, holding books on her breast.
We were standing in the kitchen.
I suddenly bent down and lifted her saree.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked when her saree is suddenly lifted by me.
before she realized the things, I lifted her saree above her waist, and within a second I slide her red panty down to her knee.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this sudden attack on her ass hole.
She felt current flow in her ass hole.
She became mad and she loved the pleasure, Spread over her ass hole.
So, it was this way.
I still separated her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass cheeks further and saw her open ass hole.
Then madly I started touching her glory hole with my extremely hardened Uncut Hindu Penis head.
When I touched her hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deeply moaned with pleasure, “aaaaaaaaaaaaaah,aa,aa,ahhh,mmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaa.”
She was not able to stand.
We forgot about everything.
I touched her ass hole with it for 35 minutes.
She moaned heavily, and I found some sound near kitchen.
I left her saree down and stopped the touching session.
Yes, my Pitr’shrī came to kitchen.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was breathing heavily and I told him,
“Pitr’shrī, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is not feeling well. Let her go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ in the afternoon.”
He told her to take rest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah immediately ran to her room.
After some time, I went to her room.
She was sitting on the bed.
She was silent and was thinking something seriously
Seeing me, she stood up and told me,
“Durgesh, please don’t touch my ass hole with your Uncut Hindu Penis head. dont make me your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān slut, Durgesh,please. I may ask you to fuck me. Allah, it’s enough. Please, dont do anything further.” she begged me.
I saw my frightened Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there are only two options. You have to allow me to fuck you. Otherwise, allow me to apply oil in your ass. Otherwise, you can’t get permanent relief. As you are a married Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, it’s your choice to choose the remedy or do nothing and keep suffering from pain.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah saw me with frightened eyes.
“If you need me, you are most welcome in my room.” I said gravely and marched out of her room.
She ran behind me to stop me.
I stopped, and controlled myself.
She held my arm and brought me back to her room, almost forcibly.
“It’s—it’s constantly twitching there and becoming more and more unbearable.” She told me.
She showed her ass to me.
It was looking in great shape in saree.
I touched her ass, squeezed it for some time, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this with closed eyes, then I did that.
Yes, I slapped her ass.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain in her ass.
She shook her ass twice because of my slap,
“Durgesh, Aaaaaaaaaaaahaa, Durgesh, why are you slapping? Aaaaa it is paining Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed.
Again, I slapped her ass heavily.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass cheeks were vibrating because of my spank.
Her saree became hot because of my slaps.
This time Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept her hands on her ass and begged me to not to slap more.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t have other way.
She needed to surrender to my treatment.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah begged me,
“Durgesh, don’t do anything more than that. We will be in trouble Durgesh. Allah, What I will do?” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deplored.
Then I assured her I would not do anything without her permission.
Then I took coconut oil bottle and saw her.
My sexy homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kneeled down and stood in doggy style.
Now her ass was up.
I enjoyed this scene and told her to keep her face on the bed.
She was wearing a green flowered thin saree.
She was looking very sexy in this posture.
Her pallu was apparently out of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and I saw her hanging huge round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs over her jacket now.
I understood she is not wearing bra.
She was waiting for the treatment.
I thanked Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, and did that.
Yes, I held the border of her down saree.
I slowly lifted up with lot of my Hindu lust for her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah closed her eyes as air was passing on her beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān thighs.
I slowly lifted her saree over her ass and finally kept her saree on her jacket.
Now, my beautiful Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was showing her just before ‘touhed’ ass to me.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā, It was unbelievable.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass in front of me, my Uncut Hindu Cock is about to cum.
I slide down her red panty again and threw it out.
Now fresh air touched her ass.
I am in heaven.
I made myself nude and I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She didn’t know this and she was eagerly waiting for my treatment.
I slide her ass cheeks and saw her cute shivering ass hole.
As I kept my hands on her ass, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ass hole was shivering.
It was a marvelous sight of seeing my own sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s long awaited sweet Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
Without wasting any time, I kept my Uncut Hindu Penis on her butt hole and fastly ‘touched’ it again.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her ass for a minute with sudden pleasure and started moaning aaaaaah mmmmmmmmm.
I loved her moaning and touched her ass hole violently.
Now her secret butt hole was on my Uncut Hindu Penis for second time.
I took her complete ass hole on my Uncut Hindu Penis and ‘touched’ it for 30 minutes.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and shook her ass to and fro with the pleasurable pain.
After touching her hole for 30 minutes, I poured oil in her ass hole.
When I inserted my Uncut Hindu Penis inside her ass hole, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with pleasure and saw me with frightened eyes.
I consoled her and asked her not to worry. She’d be cured. It’s sex therapy and I’m a successful Sex Therapist.”
My Uncut Hindu Cock there, became hot hotter hottest.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah screamed with pain.
It was a great sight to see my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah showing her secret Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me for filling oil in her hole.
Then I removed my Uncut Hindu Penis from her hole.
Now her ass hole got closed.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah kept on moaning aaaaaaaaaaaah aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Ammīiiiiiiiii Yā Allaaaaaaah!
I asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, how do you feel now?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned with lots of pleasure.
I feel cool in my ass hole Durgesh, Aaaaa it’s very cold, Aaaaa.
I told her to keep her ass hole exposed to air for an hour.
She agreed for that.
Then I came in front of her with my erect Uncut Hindu Cock.
After seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got shocked by seeing my Uncut Hindu Cock’s form without taking her eyes from it.
Then what she thought I don’t know she deplored not to do anything more, please Durgesh,
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I need air for my Uncut Hindu Cock. That is why I am nude now, don’t be afraid.”
I sat on the bed and started enjoying the view of my precious Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass for an hour.
Then I told her to lie on the bed as her ass was facing upwards for an hour.
I left to my room because my father may get doubt if I spent more time in Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
After one hour, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was very bright and she told to my Ammī Ħuzoor,
“I am alright.”
She thanked me and smiled at me.
“Is your ass hole ok?” I enquired her.
“It is fine.”
She dressed up well in a brown designer saree and was looking gorgeous.
I told her,
“ Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are really superb and hot. If still you feel hot, put some ice cubes in your ass hole.”
She smiled and asked me to do it in the night.
Then she left to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’.
I was waiting for the night.
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah called me within one hour.
I was surprised.
I was jumping, and attended the call.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was talking in sexy voice, “Hī, Durgesh, how are you?”
I asked her what Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, why suddenly?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was silent in opposite end and after some time she told with shyness,
Wow, I jumped with happiness.
My uncut Hindu rod became hot
Finally, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah has surrendered her great Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole to me.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I also was thinking about your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass only. I’ve cured you, darling. But now I too need you very much.”
“Durgesh, I am coming there. Durgesh, I can’t be here for a minute. I want your Uncut Hindu Penis in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole, in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, wherever, Allah, your Hindu sex penetrations make me mad, forgive me Allah. Durgesh, fuck me Durgesh, please. Will you fuck me?”
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am always ready to bang you. You are most welcome to my Uncut Hindu Penis, my darling.”
“Forever, Durgesh? Forever?”
“Yes, my dearest, till we both exist.” I smiled, “Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am ready to drill your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. I will fuck you till you cry. I will make your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole wild.” I deplored.
I was stroking my Uncut Hindu Lund, my greatest tool in my sex therapy, the other Sex Therapists didn’t and couldn’t own.
Within next 30 minutes, my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in my bed.
She was completely nude and begged me to fuck immediately.
I saw the Uncut-Hindu-Cock-starved homely Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, and widened her legs.
Kissed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy.
Fucked her with great pleasure.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned, screamed.
Her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān body was in vibration.
I squeezed her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, squeezed and kissed her nipples, and fucked her 3 times within the night.
No one had any doubt on us.
After dinner, I went to her room.
She asked me to fuck her in her ass.
I fucked in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole like a horse.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was crying because of pain and pleasure inside her ass Saåūdī Årab Musalmān hole, but still she was keeping her ass up.
I fucked her violently.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was completely satisfied with my strong Hindu fuck and she kissed me all over.
She thanked me for the pleasures I gave to her.
“My husband never touched my ass hole, but I was expecting the day of my ass hole’s inauguration, when you ‘touched’ my ass hole. I lost everything to you. I became slut for you, Durgesh, my Hindu Nandoī, Fuck me all over the years Durgesh, and bang my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole daily.”
She moaned, deplored and finally I fucked in her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān mouth too.
When we slept, we don’t know.
My parents thought my Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah is teaching something to me.
But the real thing is I was teaching her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
There onwards, we started enjoying the sex in our house whenever we get chance.
I was continuously fucking her, keeping her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes engaged.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah loved my Uncut Hindu Cock’s length and its speed.
My Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was lying nude in front of me all days when others go out.
I fucked her like a slut.
Now she is addicted to my ass fuck.
Every day morning, after wearing saree she will come to me, show her ass hole and get ass fucked.
Then only, she will go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ for her speech.
I will throat fuck her at anytime.
She enjoyed it.
And she is enjoying it.
One day she told me about her long fantasy.
First I was stunned.
I didn’t accept it.
It was highly perverted and dangerous.
Yet, she didn’t understand and was quarreling with me.
“Well, I’m not your wife. I’m wife of your sala. Never try to act my husband. We are lovers and lovers only. Never husband and wife. I don’t need a Hindu husband. They are tremendously possessive. Now, once free, I want to enjoy my life my own way. Do you cooperate with me, as I’ve cooperated with you?”
“Okay, Saali, have your own way and suffer, as you please!” I had to surrender ultimately.
We planned to go to a shopping mall.
She smiled naughtily, and strictly told me, we should go in bus only.
I looked at her angrily.
She was immensely perverted now.
After dressing, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came to me and told,
“Durgesh darling, I am ready.”
After seeing her, I opened my mouth.
Oh Eīshān, what a beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch she is.
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān shape was still killing me, though I’m fucking her now almost 24×7 on this or that pretext.
She was in a double color saree with maroon and brown combination, with matching blouse, looking hot.
As she told me, she had not worn bra.
So her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs were bulging out from her blouse that can be clearly visible from one side.
Those single huge round hanging boob is enough to make my Hindu tool hot.
I smiled at her and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are wonderful in this saree.”
We both came out from our house and walked towards the bus stand.
I know by this time many of my Hindu friends will be there in the street.
So let them celebrate my winning today.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was walking like my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bride.
Her head was looking down.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is killing me still now, my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān darling. Oh Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā , why are you shaking your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass like this?”
“Durgesh, you Hindu rascal, don’t make me wet. Stop it.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah scolded me, but she could not control her smile on my comment.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks became red.
Yes, we entered into the street that I expected.
After seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah with me, everyone became steady and they made all their friends steady.
They all were checking her.
I was going behind her.
Slowly Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah to reveal her navel, despite my repeated objections.
She insisted to display her cute deep round navel.
It was her perverted fantasy she was dying to see coming true.
Apparently, with lots of shyness, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, finally flaunted her navel to sun light.
Yes, She displayed her navel openly to everyone.
Yet, she was walking innocently.
Her head was down.
As she kept her mid riff just above her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy, the saree came through her hip made the mid riff in such V like shape, it was deep down from her round yummy deep navel.
She gave a real feast to those saree lovers.
They saw her thoppul.
They were very tensed.
All of their eyes were pointing in the same place, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s big Saåūdī Årab Musalmān navel.
Some of them were touching and shaking their Uncut Hindu Penis.
How perverted her fantasy was.
I was controlling myself with hard effort.
After all, it was her treasure, how could I stop her from its display?
I remembered Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.
Even my father could not stop her.
The Hindus were talking with each other about her navel, without taking away their eyes from her.
I became very hot and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your thoppul made them crazy. They all are enjoying your navel.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying the things happening.
She was in complete shyness apparently though.
We reached the bus stop.
All those guys were following us and they were just behind her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Some were checking her ass, some on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, and some on her navel.
She was looking like a hot Saåūdī Årab Musalmān bitch that day.
I know it was always crowded.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was standing and she was surrounded by those hunks.
I was watching her near the door.
She was seeing me with NOT frightened eyes.
I cooled her, nevertheless, and even told her not to worry.
It was her fantasy after all she insisted on.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah lifted her both hands to hold the steel bar for balance.
And this was what everyone needed.
Now her thoppul was exposed to everyone.
Her thoppul was shivering.
She was in a position to close her eyes.
I can’t express the perverted scene.
Her navel was completely abused by them.
They squeezed her navel, squeezed her extremely stunning Saåūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks, and they made her ass collide.
They were bonding Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass as they do with chapatti pindi.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in her extremely perverted heaven.
She never experienced this pleasure.
No sane girl has, neither wanted ever to have.
Yet, she loved it.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy became wet now.
Soon we got down from the bus and went inside the famous crowded shopping mall.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah adjusted her saree and we went fast.
And finally disappeared from the hunks who abused Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
Then what about her hanging breasts?
Yes, Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs got squeezed by many Hindu hands when she was checking the sarees.
There were so many saree lovers.
They understood Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel is deep and round.
And her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is extremely wild and D shaped.
Seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hanging Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, they easily understood this bitch needs to be squeezed and abused.
They did their maximum.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah got aroused by this and she was completely wet.
I saw her horny face and she was ready to a good fuck now.
As her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, navel and ass got continuously squeezed, she was not able to control herself, begged me,
”Durgesh, take me somewhere. fuck me Durgesh, Allah, fuck me right now.”
I expected this also.
But I thought of fucking her in home.
But at any time she may lost her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy to anyone who was handling her ass and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs.
So I just took her to a last ladies bathroom, lifted her saree and fucked her for ten hours nonstop in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy and in her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole.
At this continuous fuck, she had orgasm 16 times, and enjoyed this heavy Hindu fuck followed by the abusing.
Her husband, Muħammad Åbdullah returned after 6 months only.
What a caring and loving husband he was!
Until that time, I fucked her at least thrice in a day and made her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān holes big.
We really enjoyed our life.
She loves me a lot.
She is caring on my Uncut Hindu Cock and me.
I promised her I will fuck at least once in a day even, when I fuck someone else too.
She also promised me, she will give her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass hole and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hole to me, even when her Musalmān husband is present in home.
Till now, we are enjoying the hard fucking and we will.
There was no differentiation of any kind. We all noticed that Fātimah Muħammad was completely growing by the mother’s looks.
What a mother, you know now,very well.
She looked exactly like Åāýéshah Muħammad did in her younger days.
Of course, I had always found Åāýéshah Muħammad very sexy.
Although I had maintained a very pure relation with Åāýéshah Muħammad, inspite of my great attraction towards her sexiness, the purity couldn’t survive long.
I could not bear it any longer with Fātimah Muħammad who looked none different and who was now growing sexier as she was entering her adolescence.
Sexier than even Åāýéshah Muħammad?
I must admit that I had been cheating on my friend Muħammad by fondling on Fātimah Muħammad’s private parts right since she was 8 years old.
But I did not want her to be another Åāýéshah Muħammad.
So, it was necessary to quench her abnormal lust for sex ab initio.
Her other Ammis were supporting her real Ammi Åāýéshah Muħammad, not her, knowingly or unknowingly.
Khadijah Muħammad was Muħammad Åbdullah’s second wife, was very beautiful, A mind flowing hotty.
She married my close friend Muħammad Åbdullah three years back.
It was love marriage, and she belonged to a well-settled family.
Nevertheless, she was working as an airhostess at that time.
As both the families were wealthy, they happily got married.
Sālī Ammījān, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, called me to fire,
“Durgesh, is it right, Muħammad Åbdullah is bringing a second wife for him?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, they love each other, and it’s their life.”
“Promise me, if she needs extra marital sex, you’d provide her.”
“You’d control her control her sex life too, as you are controlling the sex life of my 16 beauties without brain daughters, and my daughter in law Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah can control the sex life of his wives.”
“Please, don’t punish that damn fool for his anti Hindu outrageous views.”
“Ammī Ħazrat, Muħammad Åbdullah is my friend and sālā, both. He planned that I should have sex with his all the 16 extremely beautiful real sisters.”
“Don’t give him credit for it. He used you.”
“He is a great, extremely responsible brother for his nudist sisters, but he is a hell of a friend. He cheated you. He is too selfish when it comes to his love for his sisters.”
“The Muslims were always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!”
Ammī Ħazrat Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah looked up at me at once.
She was sitting on a chair and I was standing in front of her, obediently.
Yes, I was attracted to her sexually but she was a great mother for her entire seventeen children.
Muħammad Åbdullah was a great brother, a great friend, a great Musalmān, a great human being even if he was not a great husband.
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was all-alert all of a sudden, “What did you say?”
“The Muslims were, and still are, always better brothers, than Hindus, Ammī Ħazrat!” I repeated gravely, “Never forget, Rānī Karmvatī/Karuñāvatī sent Raxā Bandhan to Humayu, not to some Hindu king.”
“Why had she chosen Humayu as her brother, instead of some Hindu king?”
Ammī Ħazrat, Al Saiyadah Al Āmnah, was looking at me gravely, even somewhat surprised now.
“Yes,” She smiled, “please, continue. You are doing very well. Whenever you are in this mood, I understand why Muħammad Åbdullah can’t hate you as a Hindu, while he hates other Hindus very much, even to the extent that he becomes irrational and impossible. I find even the worst communal Muslims, respect you, Durgesh, and even love you more than their own sons.”
“You’d have been a great human being, Durgesh, if Kħadījah, your Ammī Ħuzoor, hadn’t brought you up nude among her countless nude nieces, and Vishvās Shakr Mānav, your Pitr’shrī, wasn’t so mad for your Ammī Ħuzoor, Al Kħadījah Al Waħāb.”
“Well, Ammī Ħazrat, my services are needed more as a Sex Therapist than as a moral thinker. I acknowledged already, we Hindus are better in sex, but the Muslim were, and still are, always better in morals.”
“Suraiyah Jamāl also agrees with you, my son.”
“I’m sorry about Suraiyah Jamāl, Ammī Ħazrat.”
“Oh, are you?”
“Ammī Ħazrat, she needed sex very much for her healthy survival.”
“So you raped her?”
“Her husband himself requested me.”
“What?” Ammī Ħazrat almost jumped. She looked at me incredulously, “I—I can’t believe you.”
“You have his mobile number. You were interested in his welfare. Talk him yourself.”
“Now?”She looked at me incredulously.
“If you call him later, you may suspect me that I blackmailed him to state to you, as I wanted.”
“I—I’d really call him. Don’t bluff me.”
“By all means. Go ahead. Call him before I’ve an opportunity to prepare him.”
She sucked my Hindu Penis even at that age, as she had seen her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; sucking her father’s penis.
Fātimah Muħammad played Abbū Ammī with me, me being Abbū and she being Ammī, of course.
I was horrified when she sucked my Hindu Penis first time.
I was instantaneously awake.
“Fātimah!” horrified I, asked her, “What are you doing? What are you doing?”
“Playing Ammī with you.” Fātimah Muħammad went on sucking me, “You play Abbū.”
“No darling, you should not do it. Leave my organ.”
“Hihihi. It’s not organ. It’s your lund.”
“Ammī calls it lund when she sucks Abbū’s.”
“Fātimah! Leave it.”
“No, kiss my Musalmān Choot.”
“Fātimah! You are”
“Kiss my Musalmān Choot. Otherwise I’ll bite on your Hindu Lund.”
It went on to the extent that even now when she grew up she could not still feel any difference in doing the same.
I was unable not to doubt her Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad; that she did it knowingly.
Muħammad was so devoted to Islam that he always refused to understand how sexiest his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad was.
She always grabbed and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis on this or that pretext.
She always kissed me on my lips whenever she could get the opportunity.
Her trick had worked well.
She was so innocent to the evils of the world that she never knew if anyone was seducing her due to her sex appeal. She would go and sit in anyone’s lap and let that person do anything with her.
Her parents had noticed this and grounded her within the four walls of the house.
The only person Fātimah Muħammad was allowed to meet was me.
Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad never would have imagined that I am Fātimah Muħammad’s biggest victim.
Muħammad used to go early in the morning to work and return home late in the evenings.
Åāýéshah Muħammad entrusted Fātimah Muħammad so much to me that often Åāýéshah Muħammad even went to her own mother’s house that is a couple of miles away from our house and stayed there for some days sometimes.
Fātimah Muħammad used to love coming to my side of the house and watch TV or play video games etc.
We are typical middle class people. Hence as the usual tradition in such homes, Fātimah Muħammad always wore a frock and a petticoat inside it.
These kinds of petticoats are more like sleeveless frocks only, just a little shorter in length, i.e. above the knees. Fātimah Muħammad as per tradition stayed only in the petticoat while at home.
Of course, as her Muslim breasts started blossoming she had learnt to wear bras also.
But with me, she was still like a child.
She used to come and just land in my laps and force me to cuddle and cajole her as I did when she was a child.
This is just what Åāýéshah Muħammad had expected, that she should continue to want to be cajoled in the same way as I always did.
Right from her childhood, I was compelled even to stroke her thighs and stomach and the chest at that time when it had not blossomed.
Over the last two years, even I enjoyed feeling the developing size of her tits.
They had grown to be 36B.
Now her actual figure was around 36-26-38.
I had also got her used to being felt in the Muslim Pussy area so that when the right time comes she will have nothing to fuss about.
Very soon, it was announced that Åāýéshah Muħammad is expecting the second child.
It was Åāýéshah Muħammad’s second month of pregnancy.
Since that time, Åāýéshah Muħammad went to her mother’s place to be looked after and Muħammad also spent much of his time there.
Fātimah Muħammad used to visit them once in a while, but preferred to stay more with me.
She was perfectly trained for it till now by her own Ammī, Åāýéshah Muħammad.
Fātimah Muħammad said she got bored with all of them there.
Now most of the time Fātimah Muħammad and I were alone at home.
I had always been feeling Fātimah Muħammad’s every part secretly whether she realised the purpose of it or not.
She forced me to do it, impelled by her Ammī.
But she couldn’t wait any longer to actually show her parts bared and naked and to have sex with me.
Her sexiest Ammī had her own planning to catch her red handed with me and blackmail me to fuck herself too.
There couldn’t have been a better time than this.
She didn’t want to lose this golden opportunity of getting to fuck me by her sweet darling baby Fātimah Muħammad. One day as she usually came and landed in my laps, I again placed my hands on her silky thighs.
She insisted on it.
She was in her usual type of old white soiled petticoat.
It was nothing new for her even when my hands advanced towards her panty and then up her stomach leading to the bra and tits.
For the first time I pushed my hands under the bra and felt the tenderness of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
She didn’t react to that.
Then I raised her petticoat all the way upto the neck and then tried to push it off over her head.
It got stuck in the head as she was moving her arms trying to keep the petticoat on.
With the petticoat still stuck in her neck, she sweetly asked me,
“Uncle, why did Ammī ask me to make you remove my petticoat?”
It was an innocent question.
She did not understand the vulgarity behind this act.
Her Ammī had explained to her,
“My sweet child, I’ve heard there is a very dangerous disease in town. If anyone has yellow colour spots in the skin that person can die. That’s why ask your uncle just to check if there are any such marks on your body. It will only take a few minutes”.
She got scared and said,
“Ok Uncle, please check my skin quickly. I hope I don’t get any such disease because I want to see Ammī’s new baby. I wonder if it will be a brother or sister for me”. Saying this she herself took off the petticoat and again got busy watching the TV allowing me full liberty to scan her entire irresistibly hot body. After that, she didn’t at all interrupt any actions of mine.
Her Ammī had engineered the events adeptly to the extent.
She knew my psychology very well.
Her body was also getting terribly hot and sweating thoroughly.
Her armpits were soaking wet in sweat.
I unleashed the bra and in a very graceful way slid the bra straps away from her shoulders.
In her typical innocent style, she helped me remove the bra from her arms, put it on the floor and got back to watching TV.
She was watching some cartoon serial on Cartoon Network channel. That could keep her involved all 24 hours because it’s her favourite channel.
Her whole upper portion was bare naked sitting ignorantly on my lap.
I was dying to see her tits from the front.
But decided to eradicate the panty as well and then feast on her 100% nudity.
Then my hands went to the front towards the Muslim Pussy.
But instead of fingering her Muslim Pussy, I expanded the elastic band of the panty wide enough for her to pass through easily and pulled the whole panty all the way down her satin legs.
Co-operatingly she stood while I was dragging the panty down and then sat back on my lap childishly.
Now that she had again settled on my lap, I took all the time surveying her neck back and buttocks closely and even kissing and licking at times.
Once again she asked why I was kissing and licking.
I told her that this was the only cure for the yellow spot disease in case it is not visible.
I assured her that I had better do it all over her body just to avoid any risk. She agreed fully with me and didn’t bother again.
A lot of all this preparation to seduce her seemed to be going well so far.
But I needed her finally to stop watching the TV and enjoy the sex.
So I told her that it is also important that the patient should not get distracted when the healer is using this technique.
The patient should concentrate fully.
She looked at me sadly and turned off the TV.
Then I requested her to let me survey her frontal parts.
Smilingly she stood upfront before me with her belly sticking in my face.
I slowly raised my head to get the first erotic view of her fresh ripe Muslim boobs.
They were sticking out firmly in perfectly round shape topped with the most delicate light pink nipples that had hardened with the sensations I had been giving her all this time.
I was quite shocked but came to terms with myself that a sixteen-year-old girl can’t be all that ignorant in these matters.
I simply winked at her and said,
“Hmmm, so you knew it all the time?”
I laughed and said,
“Who are the ‘they’?” I smiled.
“My Ammī, my Buās, my Kħālās, my cousins, my friends all of them.”
After that, I didn’t want to waste any more time talking, neither did she.
The latter was all in utter silence with mutual understanding.
She was lying flat on the floor with her face up, hands thrown away and legs spread wide.
I brought my face to her feet and started kissing on her soles and toes.
This was the first closest possible view I ever had of her Muslim Pussy.
It was also so delicate and tender, absolutely smooth and clean with not a single hair on it.
My finger dug hungrily into the opening of Fātimah Muħammad’s Muslim Cunt.
She never had sex before, in her life; but seemed to know all about it.
Her sexiest Ammī had already graduated her for the well-arranged occasion with me.
So she moaned greedily asking for more pushing the Muslim Pussy upwards to help my finger get in deeper.
She cried a little in pain but adjusted well to the circumstances.
She grabbed my hands and persuaded me to squeeze her fleshy Muslim boobs.
My hands got busy enjoying the soft flesh of the Muslim boobs while I brought my head up to her face, kissed, and licked her whole face like a big mushroom.
We fucked and fucked untiringly the whole day long till nightfall.
This was just the beginning.
After that, the next couple of weeks we tried out new experiments by collecting new styles from sex magazines etc.
Two months later her mother Åāýéshah Muħammad was still in the fourth month of pregnancy when it was discovered that Fātimah Muħammad is also pregnant of two months bearing my baby!
The news spread the whole town like wild fire.
Quite obviously, Muħammad and Åāýéshah Muħammad were most ashamed of me taking advantage of their daughter but they were also worried of her future.
They knew that with such a reputation Fātimah Muħammad would never find a proper groom to marry her.
So instead of getting angry with me, Muħammad begged and asked me if I would marry her.
I saw him in a very emotionally weak position.
So I tried to explain to him that actually I was always attracted to his wife Åāýéshah Muħammad but since I never could have sex with her, I did this with Fātimah Muħammad.
Now I put a condition to Muħammad that if he wants to secure his daughter’s future by me marrying her, then he should also make Åāýéshah Muħammad have sex with me.
Muħammad got angry but thought over it.
Deep inside, he was also getting tired of Åāýéshah Muħammad, as she was getting older and secretly he was attracted to his own daughter Fātimah Muħammad’s developing sexy body.
I could not imagine that Muħammad was so rotten, so wicked.
It was beyond my imagination.
Nevertheless, he proposed to me a deal, saying that he will convince Åāýéshah Muħammad to have sex with me.
And I after marrying Fātimah Muħammad, should make Fātimah Muħammad have sex with Muħammad.
I slapped him.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad and I did it knowingly.”
I was dumb founded.
So, I was deliberately victimized by the wicked couple?
“Jeejū! Durgesh! You don’t have another alternative.” Muħammad laughed cunningly.
“What can you do to your daughter? You could not satisfy your wife even.”
“Okay. My penis is not competent, but my tongue can do wonders not even your Uncut Hindu Penis can.”
I was startled,
“You must, Jeejū! Let’s my wife Åāýéshah Muħammad, you, my daughter Fātimah Muħammad and I form a sex family. You fuck them both. I lick them both.”
We joined hands on this agreement, ultimately.
What was wrong in this proposal?
The culprit was himself suggesting the punishment for him.
I have to fuck his beautiful daughter and wife, both; forever.
I had to marry Fātimah Muħammad instantly, as she was already pregnant with my child.
Muħammad and I waited till Åāýéshah Muħammad and Fātimah Muħammad delivered their babies.
After that, Muħammad and I successfully managed to convince our wives to share partners.
Fātimah Muħammad had given birth to our first son whom we named Nabhesh.
And Åāýéshah Muħammad had born a girl they named Raħīmah.
Later Åāýéshah Muħammad gave birth to four consecutive daughters more, named Samīnah, Lubnā, Kulsoom, and Jamāl.
I fucked all my four Sālīs too.
After about twenty years of all of us enjoying total hardcore sex together, as it was arranged, none of us ever married the other but all the six Saůūdī Årab Musalmān girls gave birth to my sons in multiples and the tradition continued.
Fātimah Muħammad divorced me to make room for Saiyadā Fātimah PhD.
However, practically she continued to remain my wife.
She was also a ONE MAN WOMAN as Saiyadā Fātimah PhD and Kħadeejah Muħammad were.
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1: Of my Musalmān friends
Muħammad and I had grown up together.
He and his family were our very next-door neighbors.
Muħammad was 5 years older to me and had got married very early.
It was a child marriage actually.
His wife Åāýéshah Muħammad was very sexy but I always maintained a very pure and good relationship with both of them.
They had only one daughter Fātimah Muħammad who was born to Åāýéshah Muħammad when she was 16 and Muħammad was 18 then.
I was 13 then, 3 years younger than Åāýéshah Muħammad .
Yes, I compared myself to Åāýéshah Muħammad.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was my darling and I wanted to fuck her to my heart’s content.
What I did not know, neither could understand, was, that Åāýéshah Muħammad herself loved me, even more than I loved Åāýéshah Muħammad.
She herself wanted to fuck me very much.
Muħammad was unable to quench her extra ordinary lust for sex.
Yet, neither she expressed to me her hidden ambition, neither, being 13 only, I could understand what Åāýéshah Muħammad actually did want.
So, Fātimah Muħammad was only 13 years younger to me, but she always called me ‘Uncle’, because I was her father’s friend.
We all lived like one family.
I did not like Muħammad very much for his somewhat unsocial and even communal activities to some extent.
He hated Hindus very much.
It was not a great surprise why he didn’t hate me.
He was one of my numerous maternal cousins too.
His views were outrageous,
“Whenever there are Hindu Muslim riots, Muslims kill Hindus, but Hindus don’t kill us, they fuck Muslimahs.”
“What?” Åāýéshah Muħammad was surprised very much, “You mean Hindus must also kill Muslims, in return, instead of fucking us Muslimahs?”
“I know, I know.” he was furious, “You want Hindus to continue fucking you Muslimahs. You love that.”
“Nonsense!” Åāýéshah Muħammad laughed, “but I’ve seen the Muslimahs continuing their sexual relations with the Hindus who fuck them in riots, either on this pretext or that. I know them very well and I admire their bravery to revolt against this rotten social system of our days. It still provides everything to men but nothing to women. Why our sexual morals are so male oriented, my dear husband? And if so, why must not we women revolt against it for our self respect and honor?”
“I wish Durgesh fuck you in riots.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad was suddenly all sweetness,
“Why wait for riots, mere sartaj? If you love seeing that, I invite Durgesh to fuck me now and here.”
With that, she practically kissed me on my lips and grabbed my Penis, right in front of her husband.
Muħammad invited her ironically,
“Squeeze it, play with it, lick it, suck it. They all say it’s very tasty.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad laughed,
“Your sisters? Yes, I’ve heard them too.”
I was stunned and dumb founded.
Åāýéshah Muħammad did all that practically, boldly.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis, played with it boldly, licked it, and even sucked it right in front of her husband.
Muħammad was never humiliated to the extent ever before,
“Fuck him,you slut!
“Okay, as you love to see me doing with Durgesh, my dear husband. It’s my duty to obey you.”
I could not believe it was the same Åāýéshah Muħammad.
She was a very beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was a sexy shaped woman.
She was very simple, humble and helping nature.
She was very fair and looked like Bollywood movie heroine.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was a sexy structured Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady with all beauties at right places.
It is no doubt in that; she was dream girl when I was 13 only.
No, she was not aged.
She was too 16 only.
Yet married, and even the mother of an equally beautiful daughter, Fātimah Muħammad.
She always wore saree especially silk cotton sarees.
She used to cover her up and downs completely by her saree but still she will look damn sexy.
Her shape is like that.
Her size….. Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā! 36-30-44.
36 boobs, 44 ass.
From this itself, you can understand how huge her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is.
She always wore saree deep below her navel.
But she will not expose her deep navel to anyone and she will hide it properly by her saree.
Her breasts were very big, round and stiff.
She always wore perfectly stitched jackets and with low cut in the back.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs will stand like two proud minarets inside her blouse. Her saree will cover her breast and Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass completely and tightly so that they can be looked best at any time.
As her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass is 44D, she has broad hip that looks very very sexy as it broadly expanded from her lean waist.
As she wears low hip saree, the one who see her hip itself will get erected.
Allah had given Åāýéshah Muħammad the shape, and she was killing me with it.
No one will miss to see her bouncing Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass whenever she walks in the street.
They became mad of her ass shake.
Muħammad was very worried about his extremely beautiful 16-year Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad.
He had two more wives, Kħadījah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah.
One more wife he had, Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah.
But she had already deserted him.
Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah ran away with—
Great Rājesh Rājpoot, not less than him.
Muħammad Åbdullah had snatched his hair in humiliation and frustration he suffered,
“Sālī,” Muħammad Åbdullah cried, “Why didn’t you fuck her Durgesh?”
“Me?”I was stunned, “You never asked me to.”
“If you had fucked Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah, she never needed to run away with that Muslim ass-fucker Hindu Commander of Indian Army.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Ħafsā Muħammad Åbdullah, both, laughed,
“Fuck us, Durgesh! Otherwise he’d complain you again.”
“Nonsense!”I scolded them, “Shame on you.”
“Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!” Muħammad Åbdullah shouted with allat top of his lungs, “They both are quite right. Fuck them. Fuck both of them, damn you!”
Åāýéshah Muħammad’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass shake could even kill me.
I’d myself commented to Muħammad Åbdullah, many times,
“Your Åāýéshah Muħammad’s ass is superb!”
“Fuck her Sālī, before she too runs away with that Hindu beast, Rājesh Rājpoot, always interested in sodomizing us Musalmān males of any recognition.”
Whenever Muħammad Åbdullah hear such comments he was very angry.
Some Hindu friends of Muħammad Åbdullah, yes, he has so many of them—
Because they were interested in his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wives, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Maimoonah Muħammad Åbdullah, NOT in Muħammad Åbdullah.
Some of them were so crazy that they even counted how many times Åāýéshah Muħammad’s Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass gone up and down while she walks.
They rated her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, hip and ass daily.
But always her ass will score more marks and they will tell the marks to me and laugh.
I will not tolerate these things and leave from their place immediately, scolding them.
As this happened regularly, I turned on myself to Åāýéshah Muħammad, more and more, the sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady of us.
Day by day, I became mad of her and I was willing to see her nude at least once.
I was even fucking my other Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beloveds daily, thinking as if I am fucking Åāýéshah Muħammad, not them.
She is 28 yrs of age now.
I’m 25, and was married to Saiyadā Fātimah PhD now.
For the past ten years, I fantasized about her and fucked others thinking about her round Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs, sexy hip and her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass mounds.
By Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā’s grace, I was the brother in law of the hot Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.
All the sixteen nudist sisters of Muħammad Åbdullah were still living nude with me.
I enjoyed every moment with her.
I always stared at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass and boobs, without her awareness.
Whenever she did kitchen works, I used to stare her left boob.
Sometimes I used to see her sharp nipple also, which is pointing through her jacket.
It will be the great sight for me.
But during those ten years, I failed to see her deep navel that was a great disappointment for me.
She was such a perfect behavioral Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, she never showed her navel to anyone.
Then how will I see her nude?
Muħammad Åbdullah always teased his wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad, especially in her hips.
He pinched her hips; whenever he gets the chance that many times, I watched it.
Åāýéshah Muħammad was enjoying that but not allowing him to tease her hips further.
Evening 6.30 it again they went to their bedroom, locked it and started fucking.
I was not able to control myself.
Purposefully, I sat near the door on the chair.
I myself didn’t know what I wanted doing it.
It was certainly an insane obsession.
But I was driven to it to such an extent that I could not control myself.
She was his wife after all.
At 7.30 itself I heard my sexy homely Åāýéshah Muħammad’s loud moaning aaaaaaaaaaaahaa aaaa mmmmmmmmmm aa sssshhhsh uffffffffffffff aaaaaaaaaa ssssssssssssh mmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaa.
My Uncut Hindu Cock became hot and erected.
I enjoyed her moaning.
Eīshān! What an obsession!
I was certainly insane.
Her husband was fucking her.
It was perfectly natural.
Yet, I was furious at Muħammad Åbdullah, to the extent that I wanted to beat him for fucking his own wife.
He must have requested me to replace him.
Can one ever expect it from any husband, to request someone, to fuck his wife, instead of himself?
Yet, I was furious at Muħammad Åbdullah, why didn’t he do it.
What an insanity of mine for his extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Her moaning continued for 10 to 15 minutes, and then there was a silence.
Then again, she started moaning…. Screaming with pleasure.
I thought Muħammad Åbdullah was fucking his wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad, in a nice way.
By this time, my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, called me for dinner, and then I had to go to my room for sleeping.
Next day, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and Muħammad Åbdullah, left to Bangalore where Muħammad Åbdullah had some work to do.
I thought me fucking my Åāýéshah Muħammad was impossible.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā helped me, ultimately.
Soon the next month, when I entered my home… I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, in the hall, sitting with my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, and talking.
It was unbelievable for me.
I was wondering what was happening here…
As I entered the hall, they both Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and my wife, Saiyadā Fātimah PhD, not PhD then however, both, saw me and smiled at me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad…. I called her and marched towards her.
She too came towards me, held my hands and asked about my health, and studies.
Then she asked smiling,
My wife Saiyadā Fātimah laughed and kicked her,
I felt very happy seeing Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah back.
I boldly saw her sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān shapes completely, without taking my eyes off.
Her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs became little big now.
Remaining parts were the same as they were previously.
We were talking long time.
She told that they had finished their work at Bangalore.
Now, they hadn’t to go anywhere, more.
Now, onwards, she will stay here only.
I was filled with happiness hearing this.
I thanked Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā for giving again such a wonderful opportunity to me.
I felt very happy that day.
Even my wives felt very happy having their eldest Bhāījān returned here.
Yes, Kħadījah Muħammad was also not less than my wife was, though she was not legally married to me.
She sacrificed her legal position to please my Pitr’shrī.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, you are looking so beautiful than earlier.”
She smiled at me and accepted the compliment.
“This saree is making you so sexy.” I added.
She smiled and left.
This time I didn’t want to miss the chance and I stared at her ass shake without fail.
But I didn’t think Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would turn ever towards me…
She turned to ask something… but I was staring at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass….
She got shocked, and with little doubt, she asked,
“Durgesh…. What are you doing…..?”
I gravely and honestly told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… your ass is extremely sexy…. So I was just staring at it…”
She didn’t expect such a comment from me…
She was stunned for a minute.
And then her eyes expanded…
Her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lips were trying to smile for the compliment…
But she controlled herself and left without telling anything.
I was not able to control myself.
I was addicted to her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
I kept on staring at her back, hips and ass.
I kept on staring at her back, hips and ass, shamelessly, boldly.
Why shouldn’t I, yār?
I’m already fucking my countless salhajs.
Lord Vishñu fucked his salhajs Vr’ndā and Tulsī.
If it was right for him, why it isn’t right for me?
Don’t try to preach me double standards.
I hate double standards, and every one should.
At the time of dinner also, I was constantly staring at her big milk containers…
She watched this…. And hid her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs with pallu.
Thereafter she didn’t talk with me properly.
She was in confusion of my strange acts.
After dinner, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told to my Ammī Ħuzoor that her body was very hot due to travel.
Therefore, she is not feeling well and her stomach made problems.
Muħammad Åbdullah was not feeling at ease,
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was all astonishment personified,
“Muħammad, don’t act communal, please!”
“I hate Hindus.” Muħammad Åbdullah blurted out.
“No, you don’t.”Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah said furiously, “You love Durgesh more than anything, more than your own life, more than your own self pride and honor. You planned that your all the sixteen nudist real sisters must lose their Saåūdī Årab Musalmān virginity to a Hindu, Durgesh, and live nude forever, with nude Durgesh, a Hindu. And still you claim that you hate Hindus? I’m surprised, Muħammad!”
“Oh, come on, Muħammad. Maimoonah is not a minor. She needs more sex than you could provide her.”
“You all the Muslimahs need more sex than we Musalmeen can provide you?”
“I’m sorry to say, ‘YES’.” Åāýéshah replied gravely, “that’s why we welcome Hindus even disgracing us in riots. At least, we get sex to the extent we need, even if not respectfully.”
Muħammad Åbdullah was stunned and horrified,
“I’m sorry to say ‘YES’, Muħammad.”
“Are you crazy?”
“No. I’m only brave enough to accept the cold and hard facts.”
“I— I can’t believe it.”Muħammad Åbdullah said incredulously.
“That’s the problem with you Musalmeen. You can’t accept even the cold and hard facts of life. That’s why your women are replacing you with Hindus in their sex life. You haven’t left another option to them. What could Maimoonah do except to run away with Rājesh Rājpoot? She needed sex more than her Musalmān husband could provide. She told you that repeatedly, but you could not satisfy her even then. Rājesh Rājpoot satisfied her—”
“That Muslim ass fucker Hindu always disgracing us Musalmeen—”
“Whoever he is, but he can quench Maimoonah’s lust for sex. Won’t you say that?”
“You had made Maimoonah so ravenous that she could not see anything except that Rājesh Rājpoot could fuck her to her heart’s content that her Musalmān husband couldn’t. She opted for her physical needs over us Musalmeen’s self respect and honor. What else could she do?”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked my Ammī Ħuzoor,
“Do you have any medicine, Ammī Ħuzoor?”
Ammī Ħuzoor smiled,
“Well, Bahoo Bégum, it will be cured within two or three days, but we don’t have any immediate remedy.”
But Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“I have to attend the function at ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ without fail. What to do?”
I observed all these things and finally made a plan.
I have one medicine…. I told them.
My Ammī Ħuzoor looked at me and told Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah,
“See, your Hindu Nandoī have some medicines it seems. Try it.”
Ammī Ħuzoor told and left.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, with frightened eyes, looked at me.
I looked at her huge Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, if you want to go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’ tomorrow, come with me.” I told her and walked into her bedroom.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked me the medicine.
I told her,
“ Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, this problem is due to heat….so we need to reduce heat from your body. For that, we have one excellent treatment… but no one is telling to others because they may take it in other way. But as you are my salhajs. I hope you will not take it in wrong way.”
I told her that without any slightest hesitation.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t understand.
And looking at me, she found that I was hesitating to tell about the medicine.
Then she took the decision and told me,
“No problem, Durgesh. I will not think anything. Tell the medicine.”
“Oil. Oil is the medicine, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I told her, “But you need to apply it in your ass. I mean, in your asshole, sorry, I didn’t want to tell you that, but you were so desperate that I thought I must at least, suggest it to you. Now, it’s your choice you use the remedy or don’t.”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked hearing this.
She didn’t expect from me such type of talk… that too about her ass hole.
Her head started rotating and she was stunned.
With frightened eyes, she looked at me.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am sure if you do this, your problem is solved. Otherwise, it’s your wish.”
I smiled myself, looked at her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass,
“Now, if you don’t mind, I don’t think it’s fair that I stay here anymore. Please, excuse me.”
With that, I marched to my room.
After half an hour, my sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came to my bedroom, and knocked the door.
When I opened the door, seeing her, I looked at her gravely.
I knew she would come.
She came inside and slowly asked me,
“Durgesh, I heard people apply oil in the navel to reduce heat. But you are telling something else.”
She told it innocently.
I understood, my loyal Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want to show her ass hole to me.
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, Applying oil in navel is common way. But it will not cure the problem immediately. If still you want that treatment, it is difficult to sleep. Because You need to hold the oil in your navel for two or three hours. And your navel should be deep to hold so much of oil. Is it….”
I slowly stared her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass with grave eyes.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was looking down.
She adjusted her saree on her ass, was standing for some time, turned towards the door and walked.
While she walked, I stared her extremely beautiful ass mounds and asked her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, do you need any help from me?”
She stopped her walk, turned her head and told me,
“Yes….Durgesh, please, come to my room.”
“Ok.” I said.
I was flying.
Yes, I was going to see my hot Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s navel today.
I laid her in the bed, and took the coconut oil bottle.
Now her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs were upwards and her ass was taking rest on the bed.
I gave her two lemons and asked her to hold it by each hand.
I requested her to keep her hands upwards so that I can see the best view of her hips and hidden navel.
She obeyed my orders.
She wore a light blue color saree with nice design works.
I saw her hip… Low….hip…
My Uncut Hindu Cock became hot and got erect.
Her hip… saree was rolling here and there over her hip because of heavy air produced by the fan.
As her saree was thin, the air lifted her saree a little from her buttocks.
My heart stopped to beat.
I saw it.
My sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s deep round navel!
As her saree was completely out of her navel, I saw the big navel of her.
I became mad.
I held my rock hard Uncut Hindu Dick over my lungi.
It was ready to fuck her.
I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. She was looking other side, with lots of shyness.
She knew, I was staring at her navel, without closing my mouth.
I never expected Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would have this much big deep navel.
We can hide an apple inside her navel.
Vow… what a great sight of Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s secret navel.
I was not able to control myself.
I wanted to squeeze it and kiss it till morning.
But I could not.
As my dream of seeing her sexy navel came true, with great pleasure I poured oil inside her navel.
As oil was getting filled in her navel…..Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned in a sexy way,
She tried to shake her buttocks with this sudden attack.
But it made her saree further slide down from her buttocks.
Now her both the buttocks were open for me entirely nude.
As her mid riff was very low from her navel, her bare belly was a feast for me.
I gradually filled her navel by the oil.
By my other hand, I stretched my Uncut Hindu Dick in a fast way.
I lost my control now.
I forgot Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was in front of me, with the great pleasure I removed my lungi and took my thick 9” Uncut Hindu Cock out.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect I would take my Hindu rod out…
she shouted with fear…
“Durgesh…. What are you doing…..?Durgesh…..”
“I am not able to control Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah….your thoppul is very deep…. aaaaaaaaaaaahaa…… your thoppul is round and big….ayyoaaaaaaaaaaahhhh….”
I moaned and shook my Uncut Hindu Cock front and back by great strokes.
She was watching my erect Uncut Hindu Cock and its vibrations….
She was staring my Uncut Hindu Cock without taking her eyes.
…. Finally, I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis .
Yes… I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis in front of Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…near to her lovely navel.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment.
After 5 minutes, I opened my eyes and saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
She was completely afraid of my act and she didn’t know what to do.
I realized the situation slowly and I immediately said sorry to Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah for my behavior.
“Sorry Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, after seeing your thoppul I became hot and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis. Please forgive me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I begged her.
She was still lying with oil-filled navel as per my order.
“Then why did you see my navel?” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah shouted at me and asked me to clean my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I had ejaculated.
Still my Hindu sperms were leaking from the head of it.
I was searching for the cloth to clean… then she gave her pallu to me.
I rolled her pallu over my Uncut Hindu Dick and completely cleaned.
Then I came to lungi and said her again sorry.
She asked me to go for sleep…
I told her to keep her navel in the same position for at least another one hour and with complete satisfaction, I left.***
Next day morning-
I woke up by 8.00 am… by this time, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was ready to go to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’… she was praying in the Stavan/Salat room.
She did not want to lose her contribution.
Yes, she was married to a Musalmān.
I washed my face and casually went inside the Stavan/Salat room.
Oh, Eīshān … Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was looking gorgeous in the maroon color designer saree with sky blue border and sky blue blouse.
She was looking like an angel with jasmines in her hair.
I stared at every inch of her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty.
After seeing me in the room, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah told me,
“Durgesh, wish me. I am going to ‘Muslimahs love Hindus’”
She smiled at me.
“Before I wish you, tell me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, are you ok now…?” I questioned her.
She flaunted her sweet smile at me and told me,
“I am almost ok Durgesh. Hope I will not face any problem in my speech hours.”
I saw beautiful Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and told her let me pray for you Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
I prayed for 10 minutes…
She was watching me.
after prayer I took kunkumam from a pooja kinni my south Indian and other Brāhmañ ‘wives’ used, and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, apply this kunkumam in your navel. You will be completely cured.”
Before Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah talks anything, I suddenly removed her saree from her hip, and saw her shivering navel.
Before she stops my hand, I put kunkumam powders inside her navel.
Now half of her navel was filled with kunkumam.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this and shouted at me,
“Durgesh, what did you do? If anyone sees my navel what will they think? Take it out.”
She was very angry with me.
I cooled her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, Anyway, you are not going to show your navel to anyone. Then why are you worrying? Now Allah’s grace will be in your navel. Enjoy the speech.” I wished her and left.
After coming to my room, I became nude and I enjoyed the moment I put kunkumam inside her navel.
Thinking her navel, I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis with pleasure.
I was waiting for the evening.
That is … arrival of my sexy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came and everyone was asking her about the day.
She was happily explaining everything.
Everyone was happy.
But I didn’t go there and I was sitting on my room.
One hour later, I saw Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah in my door.
“Hī, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah!” I smiled at her.
She didn’t respond me and came inside fast.
I understood, she was angry with me because I didn’t welcome her along with others.
“Durgesh, don’t you want to ask about the day of your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah?” she asked me in angry voice.
“Sorry Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah! I am not feeling well. That is why I didn’t come there.”
Hearing this, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah came close to me and asked with care,
“What did happen Durgesh?” she kept her hand on my forehead.
I felt her sexy fragrance, stared at her bulgy Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs for a moment and I told her,
Hearing this she compelled me,
“Tell me Durgesh….are you ok?”
I turned other side and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. As you are my salhaj friend… I tell you… but don’t tell to anyone…”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was frightened hearing this, and asked me,
“What Durgesh… any problem….?”
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…..today I squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis again thinking about your navel. I feel heavy pain in my Uncut Hindu Cock… I don’t know what to do…”
I told it to her slowly… sadly,
“The pain is simply turning into an unbearable one.”
She was not speaking for some time.
Maybe didn’t know what to tell.
Then she told,
“Durgesh, why you are squeezing your Uncut Hindu Penis such heavily thinking about my navel? I am your Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. Anyway… show your Uncut Hindu Dick.”
I expected this only.
I removed my clothes and became nude.
My 9” thick Uncut Hindu Cock is now in 90 degrees.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah closed the door.
I watched her huge Saåūdī Årab Musalmān ass while she locked the door.
My Uncut Hindu Dick still hardened.
She came near to me and held my Uncut Hindu Dick in her hands.
I felt very hot now because of her magical Saåūdī Årab Musalmān touch.
No, it was not the first time she touched it.
She held it, squeezed it and even pumped it somewhat almost daily, coming and going, every now and then, impishly.
Yet, I never imagined Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah would hold my bare Uncut Hindu Dick at anytime, while I’m nude completely.
“Where is it paining Durgesh?” she was asking me with innocent face.
I became mad of her act and I was not able to control myself.
As my Uncut Hindu Cock became hard and hard, I loudly moaned,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah!”
Then within a fraction of a second, I inserted my thick and long Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked and dumb founded.
She didn’t expect her mouth will be flogged by my erect hot Uncut Hindu Cock, ever.
She tried to say something…
She shook her head left and right….
She was trying to take her mouth away from Uncut Hindu Cock…
But I held her head with my hand, inserted my Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside her mouth and released my hot Hindu load of cum with heavy moaning.
But I was closing my eyes and enjoying the feel….
Hardly after 20 minutes, I took my Uncut Hindu Cock, out of her mouth.
By this time, she had swallowed maximum of my Hindu cum… because she didn’t have other way…
She had to swallow it.
I fell down on my bed with pleasure.
I know Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s status was miserable now.
She stood there immensely angry and with that she shouted at me forgetting everything that others will hear it,
“You Hindu Rascal… what are you doing? You are so bad…? cheeeey….. Yā Allaaaaaaah! I had to gulp all of it.” And immediately she left the place.
The night ended with that….
From that incident… Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t speak with me properly and she took extra care in covering her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs and hip whenever I was near her.
I begged to forgive me for many days but it didn’t work.
I was happy in a corner because she didn’t tell anything to my Ammī Ħuzoor or to anyone.
It was still strictly between her and me.
But Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā helped me again.
Eishān Param Brahm Paramātmā wanted our ultimate sexual union.
She did not seem to have it, but human proposes, God disposes!
My Bhogyantrānk was tremendous.
After 4 days… her birthday came. Luckily, everyone left for our relative’s marriage except my hotty Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and me. Busy in marriage, no one remembered Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s birthday.
That day morning at 6.00 A.M, I knocked Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s room.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah opened the room and was shocked.
“Happy birthday Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.” I wished her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t expect this because everyone forgot her birthday.
I saw the happiness on Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah’s face, as she herself forgot the day.
I gave her my gift parcel. With big smile, she collected the gift,
“Durgesh, how do you know….? You surprised me….well…..thanks Durgesh… thanks…..”she smiled.
I asked her to take bath so that we can celebrate her birthday by cake cutting.
She obeyed me, had bath, changed to my gifted saree and came to hall.
I wished her again and told her,
“You are looking so beautiful, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Thanks…” she told.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, please, forgive me Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah….” I begged now.
“Hey…Durgesh….I forgot everything… cool….”she offered a big smile.
Then she cut the cake and told,
“I am very happy today.”
We became close now and we were talking about many things.
I was very close to Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah and started talking freely.
She also didn’t take it serious and moved freely. I reminded her the incident.
I said sorry to her….
She offered a lovely smile and told me…
“I would have not touched your Uncut Hindu Cock…”
As she was happy on my behavior, she liked my way of teasing her.
Then I slowly started describing her excellent Saåūdī Årab Musalmān beauty.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, your hubby made your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs really big…” I smiled.
She looked at me and told me,
“This is not the way to talk with your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah.”
I told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, As you are married… There is no harm to talk like this.”
And further, I asked her how many times your hubby handle your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Boobs in a day?
She saw me with angry eyes and told me,
“You Hindu rascal…. You are really bad nowadays…”
She avoided my questions.
I compelled her to tell about her boob squeezes.
Finally, with reddish cheeks she told me,
“4 times in a day….”
I didn’t stop with this.
Neither I wanted to.
Further, I enquired about one thing…
She was shocked hearing this.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, do you have hairs in your Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was really shocked, and her face became red.
She stood and started moving from the room without telling anything.
I followed her and told,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, I am asking this for your well wish only.”
Then she stopped and told me,
“Durgesh, you are my Hindu Nandoī. How will I tell you about my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy?”
I looked at her and told her,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. I read in a survey about ladies having hairs in their Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy. That is the reason I asked.”
She looked at me, came close to me and told,
“Durgesh… you are really become a bad person… how you dare ask me I have hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy or not…anyway I tell you…. I have lots of hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy… I love to keep hairs in my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy…”
She told me it with lots of shyness.
“Wow.. it’s good Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… in which shape you are maintaining your hairs…?”I asked further.
She felt utter shame of my questions and told me,
“ I don’t make it any shape…. It is growing its own…” she replied.
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah … the shape of Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hair decides the joy of a Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady. Let me explain about this…..”
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah may felt hot of my questions and looked at me helplessly,
“What are you talking Durgesh…? I never made my Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy hairs in any shape. I don’t have time also.” She told and tried to avoid the conversation on her Saåūdī Årab Musalmān Pussy,
“You also are growing hairs above your Uncut Hindu Cock Durgesh…” she smiled naughtily.
“Yes Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…. I love hairs surrounded my Uncut Hindu Cock and on my balls…. I told her.
I felt happy about the conversation that was going.
I felt hot and enjoyed this.
She too became horny by this conversation and she was standing with lustful eyes.
“How often you squeeze your Uncut Hindu Penis, Durgesh? Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah asked me.
“Hearing this word from my sexy Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah… I felt happy and I took her to her bedroom.
I sat near her, held her waist firmly, and rubbed her lean hip.
“Twice in a day, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah…if I think about you.” I told her.
Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah was shocked hearing this…
I looked in her eyes….
“Twice….?” she opened her mouth, “But your Uncut Hindu Cock is very big Durgesh….”she slowly told with shyness.
“Really…..?” I smiled.
“Yes…Durgesh….Your Uncut Hindu Cock is too long and thick. Your wife is really a lucky Saåūdī Årab Musalmān lady.” She told me with shyness.
Then she asked,
“Durgesh, are we ok? is it right what we are talking now?”
I looked at her and told,
“Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, there is no harm if a Hindu Nandoī and a Musalmān Salhaj talk about their sexual desires. Many Hindus are fucking their own Musalmān Salhajs and the Musalmān Salhajs want to be banged by their Hindu Nandoīs. Their Musalmān husbands are not good at sex, you know. They are more religious than sexy.”
After hearing this, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah immediately refused,
“No Durgesh,no…it is not correct. Hindu Nandoī and Musalmān Salhaj should not have sex. I never heard this anywhere. You are wrong Durgesh, Don’t think to behave with me in that manner. I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah. If anyone comes to know this, our family’s honor will be spoiled. You have touched my navel, yes. I’ve had your Uncut Hindu Cock in my mouth, yes. But this is our destiny. We should not fuck, Durgesh, as I am your salhaj, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah, NOT your wife, Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah . “But, as you’ve fascinated on me for long years, now I understand what you need from me. Tease me whatever you want, but don’t think about fuck. please, Durgesh, listen to my words.” Åāýéshah Muħammad Åbdullah deplored.
I liked her frank speaking.
At the same time, I knew how to make her , to beg to me herself , for fuck.
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