Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan
Durgesh Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr
Durgesh Jacqueline Lincoln
Durgesh Padminī Bhārgav
Durgesh Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī

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Chapter 31

He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*

It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.”
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*

Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*

Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
Damn Durgesh.
She fled upstairs.*

Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*

An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*

Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.

Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*

Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.

“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.

She smiled, understanding immediately what Saåīdah Yåqūb was up to.
“You’re bad,” she said even as she moved toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.

Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.

“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.

“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.

“Maybe a little,” she admitted.

Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.

Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.

Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.

“Think that’s enough?”

“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.

As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.

“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*

Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.

Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.

“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.

“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”

“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.

“Right now? Love and War. Both.”

It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.

“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.

Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.

“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.

“What?”

“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”

I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.

“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”

Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.

It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Chapter 34

Durgesh Nellie Adams

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr

Nellie Adams, the secretary to the secretary of defense, deliberately raped me.

She was smart enough to understand that despite my infinite ever-increasing sexual prowess I was not interested primarily in having sex for my own animal desire.

“The Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān biches are always more aggressive than us.” She said to her friends, “You know I am not communal even the slightest. But the fact is that Musalmān Beauties are even raping Hindus.”

Evelyn Carter looked at Nellie Adams contemptuously.

“Therefore you want us Christian Beauties too to defeat Musalmān Beauties in raping Hindus? Are you crazy?”

Nellie Adams laughed.

“It’s not enough, Evelyn Carter, that you have your sexual relations with Durgesh.”

“Sexual relations my foot. I love him.”

Nellie Adams laughed again.

“Okay, okay, you bloody foolish Just eighteen Just adult, why the hell we women love a male after all?”

“To have sex with him?” Evelyn Carter asked scornfully.

“You don’t agree with me?”

“Nellie Adams, love is not sex only. Love is more than sex. It’s life as well.”

“And sex isn’t life?”

“Well,”

“Answer me, Evelyn Carter.” Nellie Adams smiled patiently.

“Jamīlah Aurangzeb also loved Durgesh, yet…”

“Jamīlah Aurangzeb never loved Durgesh. She was addicted to his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, that’s all.” Nellie Adams interrupted Evelyn Carter aggressively.

Lily Turner couldn’t stop herself any more.

“Girls,” Lily Turner addressed both Evelyn Carter and Nellie Adams, “may I ask what the purpose of this useless discussion is?”

Evelyn Carter said furiously.

“Nellie Adams is suggesting we should establish a Jet Christian Beauties Squad ourselves to defeat the conspiracy of Musalmān Beauties against us Christian Beauties. Do you agree?”

“Why not?” Lily Turner smiled cunningly.

Evelyn Carter was as if crestfallen.

“What?”*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.

He had never imagined his success to the extent.

Was Durgesh really Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

But isn’t Durgesh a Hindu?

How a Hindu could be Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advertised it to its peak.

But it was her political strategy only.

Wasn’t it?

He knew Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was extraordinary talented.

Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān herself, was not any less talented.

That’s why he planned it all when he was only the Mukħtār of Tabah.

He deliberately tortured his extraordinary talented wife, Nafīsah Salmān, sexually.

Well, why shouldn’t he?

Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself had seen her watching Durgesh entirely unashamed, with open sexual lust for Durgesh.

Durgesh used to come to Tabah.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan himself encouraged his own wife, Nafīsah Salmān, to seduce Durgesh.

Well, he could have infinite wives but not every one of them might be as talented and as sex addicted as Nafīsah Salmān is.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan can easily control even Durgesh through Nafīsah Salmān if he played his cards right.

He succeeded in establishing Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

It was his first major success.

None could ever even imagine Imām Muħammad Ħasan was the one that originally conceived the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

None could suspect even now he was behind it.

“I don’t believe it, of course,” said Imām Muħammad Ħasan, standing on the wide steps of Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Hall and looking out over the city as it sparkled in the sunlight.

Makkah Mukarramah was now more important to Hindus than it was important to the Ummat-e-Muslimah.

“I don’t believe any of it.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan repeated and smiled.

His white, even teeth gleamed out his triumphant bearded face.

He has still maintained his image of being a staunch communal Musalmān.

If only the Musalmīn knew he was the person behind Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Ashvinātam Gangbang Club Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and even behind Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, they would have killed him immediately.

Nafīsah Salmān watched him scornfully.

“You need our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān urine and Durgesh’s Hindu urine more to drink, you scoundrel, impotent, till you exist.”

“And to lick your Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after Durgesh fucks you, and to clean them thereby.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

Nafīsah Salmān laughed.

“You challenged me that your ever obedient ever faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, would never cuckold you. I successfully made her to cuckold you. I thought you would suicide. But you Pseudo Musalmīn are actually most self-respect less. The more we Musalmān Beauties humiliate you Pseudo Musalmīn the more shamelessly you incline to survive.”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t tell his wife, Nafīsah Salmān, he himself encouraged her to be cuckolded by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan too.

Now, there are so many Pseudo Musalmīn that were openly proud of their cuckold life with their stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies and their proud Hindu Live in Relationship Partners/lovers.

The number of Musalmān Beauties that were married to Pseudo Musalmīn and still faithful to their Pseudo Musalmīn husbands is day by day decreasing nonstop.

Even Pseudo Musalmīn had surrendered ultimately to the inevitable.*

Nafīsah Salmān smiled.

“What a tragedy, cuckolded, your most faithful daughter, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is the everfirst President of former Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, but you licked our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses publicly on stage after Durgesh fucked us.”

“Well, I wasn’t alone. Was I?”

“You shameless creature, only because some more Pseudo Musalmīn accompanied you in licking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses of their own stunning Musalmān houseladies, you are satisfied?”

“You can’t understand, Nafīsah Salmān.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled proudly, “By licking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses after Durgesh fucks you, what we Musalmīn are getting.”

“Oh, you think you Pseudo Musalmīn are also in the pathway of evolution to Posthumans, in this way?”

Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

“If we had requested you all to fuck Durgesh and let him sodomize you, if we had requested you all to let us lick the mixed Ashvinātam sexual juices thus from your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses, all of you Musalmān Beauties had never allowed us Musalmīn ever. Would you have?”

“You must be crazy.” Nafīsah Salmān spat in a dustbin.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“You think you are punishing us? You aren’t as intelligent as I thought you were.”

Nafīsah Salmān too laughed scornfully.

“I don’t even sympathize with you. You don’t even deserve it, you rascal.”

She marched ahead proudly.*

Imām Muħammad Ħasan paused on the steps.

He ignored the other members of the government and the media, as well as the shameless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties walking with their Vedic Monotheist Hindu lovers with their Hindu hands around their Musalmān waists, proudly.

He frowned when he saw some of the Hindus were not Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.

They were traditional Hindus.

Yet, the Musalmān Beauties who couldn’t get Vedic Monotheist Hindus for themselves, had compromised on traditional Hindus as well.

“Even traditional Hindus are better for us educated Muslimahs.” They said, “Vedic Monotheist Hindus are the best, of course, but they aren’t available, even traditional Hindus are better than Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Dr. Ali Sina and his co authors on faith freedom.org are right.” Another educated Musalmān Beauty said, “The Pseudo Musalmīn are animals. Isn’t it their absolute madness that, they still believe even in this twenty first century, in ‘live and let die’? Damn the rascals.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was absolutely justified in running the ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement against them.” Some another Musalmān Beauty commented scornfully, “The beasts certainly deserve the utmost humiliating punishments.”

All were walking down the stairs, talking, laughing, glorying in the correctness of everything, and basking in the approval of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s all the five movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad and even the two other movements not exactly run by her, yet supported by her profoundly even then: Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan stood still and let the crowd swirl past him.

Nafīsah Salmān had walked some steps ahead before realizing her Musalmān ass licker, her terrorist Musalmān husband, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was not following her.

She felt immense pride when Imām Muħammad Ħasan licked her Musalmān ass proudly.

What a great, magnificent, gorgeous and extremely beautiful Musalmān ass she had.

Even Durgesh was still crazy to play with it.

Durgesh was still obsessed to squeeze her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.

Countless Jet Musalmān Beauties are crazy for Durgesh now, even to the extent that they themselves raped Durgesh entirely unashamed of themselves.

Even then, Durgesh was still crazy for Nafīsah Salmān.

Isn’t it a matter of great pride for her?

“Hey, cuckold,” Nafīsah Salmān addressed her shameless Musalmān husband, as disrespectfully as she wanted, “aren’t you coming?”

“There’s no hurry. They won’t start the function until Naåīmah has reviewed the situation in her usual, smiling, diplomatic, yet utmost daringly aggressive way. Since she has succeeded in seducing Durgesh successfully, despite even yourself being his Live in Relationship Partner, Naåīmah has become so self confident increasingly, and aggressive, more and more, she doesn’t care for anything and anybody now, except Durgesh himself.”

“I see you are very proud of your daughter for it.”

“Of course, I am.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled, “Why the hell shouldn’t I be? However, I’m in no hurry to endure another ponderous speech.”

“Because it’d be delivered by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan being the proud nude Alburrāque of Durgesh, having Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund penetrating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt deeply from her gorgeous behind?” Nafīsah Salmān disgraced him.

Imām Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“I am proud of everything my daughter is proud of.”

“I can’t believe you are so human.”

“Nafīsah Salmān, I lick even your Musalmān ass now after Durgesh sodomizes you, proudly. Doesn’t it prove how intensely I love you still now?”

“You do it because I compel you to do so.”

“It wasn’t ever so. Wallah, it wasn’t ever so. I love to lick your ever-gorgeous ever-glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass always. And it is irrespective of whether Durgesh sodomizes you or not.”

“You are crazier than even I thought of you to be, if you think I’d really believe this nonsense.” Nafīsah Salmān smiled humiliating Imām Muħammad Ħasan more and more.

“Actually I love to drink your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān urine too mixed with the Hindu male urine of Durgesh. It’s a very tastiest cocktail for me.”

“How human you are.” Nafīsah Salmān said ironically.

“I’ve accepted even at the first such incident it’s your privilege to have sex with Durgesh in any manner whatsoever you damn please.”

“Isn’t that great!”

“Don’t believe if you don’t want to.”*

Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan called the session of Executive Council to order.

The first anniversary function yesterday was as successful as even she couldn’t have imagined it would be.

All the seven great ashvinātam movements: Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were presented on stage, proudly, by their most eligible representatives.

Every movement was given an entire day.

The function lasted through out the entire week, more and more successfully.

It ended yesterday.

The representatives from entire Pseudo Islamic Countries attended it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has gravely realized how deeply they were afraid of her now.

What was once not even imaginable, she has succeeded in bringing to truth.

On stage, openly, the proud Musalmān Beauties performed their grand sex sessions with me and even with other capable powerful eligible Vedic Monotheist Hindus.

It was heavily applauded through out the seven long days.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eyes had looked with no visible sign of interest at the gathering.

She was still my nude proud burrāque.

I was still fucking her from her behind.

No one, there present, doubted that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan noted all of them present there, and all who hadn’t yet arrived.

Her beautiful hair was carefully arranged in the most seductive style making me penetrate her more and more ravenously.

Her extremely beautiful face now wore an expression of her being matter of fact.

Now it was duly acknowledged by entire Pseudo Islamic Countries even that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most capable administrator of all of them.

No one could, or did, accuse her now of any blasphemy.

Whatever she did openly on stage was applauded and praised now.

And she did a lot on past seven days.

She was confident of her success.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn that surrendered to Yazīd Malåūn, his utmost selfish supporters Mullahs and Maulavies and the Årab Burdafaroshs, even to the extent that their beautiful Musalmān houseladies should be sold to Hindus in India, and supported the beast against the Ahlul Bayt, can’t have any courage to oppose me.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had said.

How right she was, she had proved successfully for seven long days and nights, nonstop.

Open ashvinātam sex sessions of all the seven great ashvinātam movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were heavily applauded and greeted with immense enthusiasm not only by Musalmān Beauties and Hindus but also even by Pseudo Musalmīn.

They didn’t have courage enough to oppose her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had already announced that every such person would be openly cuckolded whoever would oppose any celebration of the first anniversary of Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.

No one would be forgiven, or excused.

The speeches of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stirred the minds of all the persons.

She even had the gift of dramatic gestures.

Moreover, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had a capacity for making quite decisions even if I myself opposed them.

She used to stick by them as long as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was convinced she was right.

With every now and then this or that obvious charisma, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had the knack of persuading the voters her decisions would be right ever, as they were ago.

Almost ever she strolled among them, proudly being fucked by me, openly.

“What’s there to hide?” she used to say, “When nothing is hidden from Allah I damn care for His slaves. ‘Pardah nahīn jab koi Kħudā se, bandon se pardah karnā kyā’?”

Even despite her so open arrogant attitude Naåīmah Muħammad, Ħasan was being popular more and more day by day.

All the seven ashvinātam movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, were now getting more and more popularity in the entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.

Their political authorities were afraid of stopping or banning them due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s latent antipathy.

She was so powerful now in their eyes that they couldn’t even afford to antagonize her.

She had the ever-richest ever utmost powerful man of the entire history of humankind being her Live in Relationship Partner.

She damn cared for even his annoyance.

Allah, who the hell was really more powerful, Durgesh or Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?*

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr watched Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd gravely.

None knew both of them had successfully managed to be there in Executive Council itself.

“Now,” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked, “what do say?”

“What do you mean?” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd didn’t look at Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

He couldn’t take his eyes separated from the extremely beautiful female figure of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, as my nude magnificent burrāq, so unashamed, being fucked by me.

What a success.

What a great incredible success.

“Are the rumors true?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr asked.

“That she is Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah^rza?”

“How the hell you can even imagine that blasphemy, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr?” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd asked her incredulously.

“No one else could have done it ever, Bhāījān.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr said quite in awe now.

“And what about her nudism, intense feminism and so shameless exhibition of her open sex sessions with a Hindu, Durgesh that is utmost infamous Hindu for fucking almost every Musalmān Beauty that came into his contact ever?”

“They say Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdī ålayhissalām himself.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled at him.

“Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr, please forgive me.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd said furiously, “Yet let me say one cold and hard fact.”

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled cunningly, triumphantly.

“Okay. Go ahead.”

“I’m ashamed of you my Musalmān sisters.”

“Of all of us?”

“Almost.”

“And we are ashamed of you, Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr kept smiling cunningly, “You are jealous of her.”

“What?”

“Your royal family decided you to be the next King of Saůūdī Årab. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more vigilant not to let you. She succeeded in making Shahzādah Al Moåīn Assaåūd the king instead. And subsequently she successfully bargained with him his voluntary retirement to replace him herself.”

“You are crazy to think it would last now forever.” Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd said curtly.

“Your ardent Musalmān houseladies, you claimed to be so faithful to you, have also joined Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement, my dear. Don’t ever dare to go near any of them even. You’d be cuckolded yourself otherwise.” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr warned him laughing.

Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd had suddenly felt himself fallen from the seventh sky itself.

He had never thought of it.

Suddenly he was thinking fast gravely.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr had unknowingly solved his greatest problem.

She didn’t know what she had done.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was right.

He had seen himself right from the first day of the celebrations; every one of his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies themselves fucked Durgesh openly on the stage.

They sucked Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund publicly on stage to prove their truthfulness in joining Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement.

They were rather more aggressive in fucking Durgesh than even the other Musalmān Beauties.

They wanted to show they love to fuck Durgesh more than even them.

Well, has he anything to lose any more?

Why the hell he couldn’t go ahead with what he was suggested to?

Let Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan be the ultimate triumphant one.

Let her enjoy the immense incredible glory of being Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah^rza herself.

Why the hell he should worry now?

Even if she isn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat^rza, let her not be.

He has found now the ultimate solution of his greatest problem.

It is safer now to accept that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is really Kħātūn-e-Jannat^rza.

He must worry of his own problems more.

Wasn’t he is the most important person for himself?

Okay, I agree Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, you are really Kħātūn-e-Jannat^rza.

I submit.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled.

She had read his face successfully minutely.

She knew now Shahzādah Sheikħ Al Jibrān Assaåūd has also submitted to the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah^rza.

Allah, what a lucky young lady.

Okay, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, I too accept you are really Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah^rza herself if you promise me not to replace us mature Musalmān Beauties in Durgesh’s life, with your Jet Musalmān Beauties ever.

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat Volume 2

Ved Nagar

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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 12

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Chapter 12

Durgesh Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an

Durgesh Jāhnavī Dīxit

Durgesh Arzumand Jahāngīr

The sight of Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was unbelievable.

Her Ammī was Saůūdī Årab, Al Tawħīd Al Islam.

Her father was Indian Brāhmañ, Brahmdév Sharmā.

It was a great combination.

She had the straight black hair of an oriental, but the face was a sweet mix of the two.

I don’t know where the body came from, I was just glad that it was here, now. *

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was only eighteen, and one of Jāhnavī Dīxit’s best friends.

It was a surprise what Jāhnavī Dīxit found in a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl that was even ten years younger than her.

The only thing I could think of was she was her husband’s daughter from his first wife, Al Tawħīd Al Islam

She was also asking me out on a date.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, how did I get out of this?

Or did I want to?

I knew the risks, but couldn’t help myself.

I was at Jāhnavī Dīxit’s apartment, where she was living with her Brāhmañ husband, Brahmdév Sharmā, while attending college.

Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was attending another school not far away, and the two girls and their other friends were constantly getting together to talk and laugh, just as they had been doing since they started hanging out in junior high.

I knew all the girls, of course, but had always had a feeling that Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was just a bit different than the other girls from the start.

It would appear I was right.

I had just agreed to help Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an find a car this Saturday.

She needed a new car and had hoped that her father could come and help her find one.

She didn’t have a lot of money to spend.

However, he had to work and she wanted a man to go along and make sure that she didn’t get screwed by some used car salesman.

I couldn’t blame one if he tried.

All of the girls were attractive, especially because of their smooth young skin and tight little bodies, but Ilāhī Ħabīb Qur’an was the only one who was out and out SEXY.

She didn’t even appear to try, but it was there.

Nice round pointy tits, flat waist, flaring hips, sweet tight little ass and long legs.

All of that and very pretty besides.

I was lost.

I was already thinking that at least I could ogle her all day while we were looking for her a different car.

How the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had changed me successfully, I myself wonder.

I was sixty three now.

Yet I was craving for a girl just eighteen.

Just eighteen to thirty.

That was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan meant from ‘Jet’ in Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

J: Just

E: Eighteen

T: Thirty

“And what about the Musalmān Beauties over thirty?” Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smirked, “They don’t deserve Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Their above thirty Musalmān Cunts don’t qualify for Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund? A sixty three years old Uncut Hindu Lund is serving Jet Musalmān Cunts. It’s not needed in above thirty years Musalmān Cunts. They can search of other suitable Uncut Hindu Penises. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the new Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā has declared the new policy of her Jannat-e-Firdaus. Lāhaul vilā qūvat.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

She was so bold now that she damn cared if the entire humanity watched her fucking her Brahmā Vishñu Mahésh.

Mahéshvar Bachhalyā was similarly on his back.

Nāzimah Yåqūb was similarly straddling Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.

“Congratulations Nāzimah Yåqūb Bājī.” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cooed, “It’s not easy to snatch away a Bachhalyā from the ever jealous Brahmkanyās and Brahmāñīs. Mahéshvar Bachhalyā is however successfully you have excluded to serve you first.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb winked at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah cunningly and smiled triumphantly.

“Nothing is impossible if we try to achieve sincerely. Thank you Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī have come here. They told me at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.”

Nāzimah Yåqūb was surprised.

“You are coming from Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club?”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī is the Chairperson of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. Isn’t she? It was only natural for me to go there to meet her.”

“She had come here.” Nāzimah Yåqūb told Kħadījah Al Tāhirah, “We discussed our new strategies to ‘Cuckold your Musalmān husband’ movement. But Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī called her on her mobile. Sidrah Aħmad immediately went to Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī. I don’t know why.”

“Sidrah Aħmad Bājī didn’t tell you?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was somewhat disappointed.

“She said there was some emergency. She didn’t have the time to explain me everything in detail.”

“Allah!”

Nāzimah Yåqūb smiled at Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

“Congratulations.”

“To me?” Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was surprised, “For what?”

“You have understood how to tame your Musalmān husband. Now you are free.”

The plane from London had just landed on the airport of Jaipur.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was glued to the cabin window.

It was the first time she was traveling to India and she had dreamed of it for years.

She had been fascinated by India, the beauty of the landscapes, the splendor of the palaces but even more by the glamour of Indian men in Hindutv pride even when they were doing daily chores among garbage heaps.

She had drawn in her India dream, her husband since two years.

He had offered her several salwar kameez and a series of sarees along with plenty Indian jewelry baubles for belly Dance.

She had occasionally worn them for Eīdul Fitr or other family parties.

She wore more often the jewelry, when she had a belly Dance performance in public.

Kħadījah Al Tāhirah was a Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān.

Her husband Al Muħammad Al Imām was too similarly, though Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had always dreamed of an Indian Hindu husband as most of the Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauties did.

At the time, she was 47 but she was taking so much attention to her skin and body that she looked ten of fifteen years less.

She had no wrinkles.

In addition, she had kept constant attention to her immensely arresting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for the last six years.

She suddenly had decided to lose weight and asked for the help of a dietician.

Often such treatment helps you to lose a few pounds you win back shortly after but she had an inordinate force of will.

She had decided her ideal weight, 108 pounds and she had clung to her goal.

She had lost in fifteen months forty pounds and watched her weight daily since.

As Kħadījah Al Tāhirah had been practicing belly Dancing around six hours a week and several more at home, her skin had not sagged at all.

She had just lost some breasts to 36B and her measures had fallen to 36-30-36, not so bad for a Musalmān Beauty of her age with two grown Hindu sons from Durgesh the unique.

Yes she was lucky enough not to enjoy only sex with Durgesh but to have my Hindu sons for her too.

But she still felt herself fat.

Clothes size had followed her weight loss and she could easily exchange sweaters with her husband’s daughter.

His thoroughly incompetent Saůūdī Årab Sheikħ Musalmān husband, as the most of the Årab Sheikħs were, could not give her any son, only daughters and daughters, damn him.

“Honey, it’s fantastic, we are in the dream country of you Musalmān Beauties, India, at last and did you hear the pilot? The temperature is 30¡ Celsius. In France, when we boarded the plane, it was freezing.” Al Muħammad Al Imām smiled at his prize beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

“Al Muħammad Al Imām, you idiot, you my extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass licker, I wish you have followed my advice just to pack something warm for the return and take only light clothes.”

“ I took two salwar kameez and one saree. Don’t be angry, please, my lady luck.” Al Muħammad Al Imām touched her feet to please her.

Since his wife has succeeded to fuck the most amazing Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Imām was too much afraid of her.

Feeling tremendously insulted, Al Muħammad Al Imām wanted to divorce her, but Kħadījah Al Tāhirah managed him to be ass fucked by Shankar Mahāpralayankar.

Al Muħammad Al Imām gagged feeling Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Lund tearing his Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, buried to the hilt.

“Sālé, musaddé,” Shankar Mahāpralayankar grabbed his beard fucking his till virgin Musalmān ass violently, “I’m not Durgesh, the softie. I’m the ardent follower of Dr. Ali Sina. I fuck you Musalmīn too in your anti humanity Musalmān ass. I don’t fuck Musalmān Beauties only, as Durgesh does. Durgesh is the Live in Relationship Partner of my own real Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sister and other countless Musalmān sisters too. If you even think to harm Durgesh ever in any way, I’d proudly kill you fucking your terrorist Musalmān ass.”

Al Muħammad Al Imām could not speak even a word.

He knew very well that Shankar Mahāpralayankar was actually a Hindu underworld Don.

The Muslim underworld Dons were Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu ass lickers.

Shankar Mahāpralayankar fucked their Musalmān houseladies.

And they couldn’t do anything to Shankar Mahāpralayankar ever.*

“It s amply sufficient, we will buy what we need when we arrive at our first stopping place. Our travel guide will tell us where to find what you need.” Al Muħammad Al Imām murmured to his thoroughly successful wife Kħadījah Al Tāhirah.

He knew now very well that she has successfully joined the utmost dangerous club of Musalmān Beauties and their Hindu lovers, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.

Sidrah Aħmad was its present president.

Nāzimah Yåqūb, Al Fātimah Al Wahāb and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī were its great patrons.*

Muħammad Åbbās still remembered when he first saw his friend, Durgesh, squeezing his Bahū Bégum’s chūchiyān in the kitchen & then next time taking her to a hotel.

He was furious to the extent to slap me.

His friends were right.

They had warned Muħammad Åbbās.

“Durgesh has already fucked most of our extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. Now, it’s your number.”

“Yet,” O.P. Dīxit commented gravely, “What can we do?”

Vikram Rājpūt, Mr’tyunjaý Chauhān, Milind Joshī, everyone sighed his helplessness.

Muħammad Åbbās was surprised somewhat.

“What do you mean? Durgesh has fucked your Brāhmañ houseladies too?”

“Brāhmañ houseladies, Rajput houseladies, Jain houseladies, Christian houseladies, Jew houseladies, atheists houseladies― Durgesh has fucked almost our entire houseladies those are beautiful.”

Muħammad Åbbās couldn’t believe it.

“I thought Durgesh was actually humiliating us Musalmīn only.”

“It’s not a matter of humiliation at all, Åbbās.” Akbar Mujāhid couldn’t stop himself, “actually Durgesh is doing it because he is our friend and he doesn’t want our houseladies vagabond here and there. He wants to keep their adultery unto himself and hush hush.”

Everyone was dumbfounded.

“It means,” Muħammad Åbbās said at length, as if fallen from the seventh sky, “it means Durgesh is really our friend and he is keeping our honor instead of disgracing us?”

“That’s right.” Akbar Mujāhid said with almost choked voice, “He has raped my daughter, Ruqayyah Mujāhid recently. Not because he had lust for her. She was falling for Brahmdév Sharmā instead.”

“Brahmdév Sharmā?”

“Yes, the Minister, the Congressman we voted for. He was after my just eighteen daughter.”

Everyone was again dumbfounded.*

When I woke up I was tied down to a bed with a ball gag in my mouth I tried to shout for help but it was muffled by the ball gag.

It was very dark in the room but in turning my head to try and see if I could get free I noticed the clock and it was 4:12am.

I was very worried about this as I was sure by now all my friends would have left and that I was probably the only one left.

I then heard a voice talking to someone it was a guy talking to the girl that had obviously drugged me.

She said bye to him and from what I could tell he left as I heard the door close.

After this, the door to the room I was in, opened and the bitch came in to the room.

I struggled to get free but it was no use.

she then said to me,

“We are going to have a lot of fun tonight, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

As she said this I thought that this might actually turn out to be not that bad as I was sure she just wanted to have sex with me and she was so hot that I really didn’t care at all that she drugged me.

She then told me that she would be back soon.

About ten minutes or so later I heard the door bell go and heard another few girls’ voices.

I actually started to get quite excited about what I thought was going to happen.

The door opened again and Sājidah Imām the girl that had tied me up was standing with another two girls wearing latex dresses.

They came in and Sājidah Imām left.

One of them went in to her bag and brought a syringe out and injected it into my left arm which knocked me out cold.

I woke up hanging up spread eagle in a cellar dungeon.

Nothing fancies really just a big overhead beam with a couple posts out to the sides and a nice easy chair with a table on the side.

I had locking cuffs on my ankles that were chained out to the sides so my feet, which have 5 inch stiletto heels tied on them, are held about two feet apart so that she has free access to my Hindu crotch.

Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad raping me again?

I couldn’t believe it.

Yesterday I’ve raped Ruqayyah Mujāhid myself.

And today I’m being raped.

My Bhogchakr was really even beyond my control.*

Samīnah Ħabīb was exhausted as the cheerleading coach dismissed them from practice for the day.

Since transferring to City High a month ago, her life had certainly changed.

She had found herself making friends easily and had won a position on the cheerleading squad after her first tryout.

As she made her way to the locker room with the rest of the Musalmān Beauties, she wryly thought about how hard she had thought it was going to be to leave the University and friends she had known all her life to begin anew.

It sure had been a lot easier than she had imagined.

Even her Hindu Lover, Durgesh, had found it easy to fit in to the new University and routine.

Even as she started to undress to take a shower, Durgesh was out at football practice competing for the quarterback position.

As she undressed, Samīnah Ħabīb looked around the locker room at her fellow cheerleaders.

This was supposedly the cream of the crop, the best looking, most athletic Musalmān Beauties in the University.

They sure were a diverse bunch, she thought.

There was Sherī Åbbās, a tall, dark-haired girl with big, upright tits, dark nipples that always seemed to be hard whenever Samīnah Ħabīb had seen them, slender waist with her hips flaring to her legs, which tapered down, long and slim, a dark thatch of hair filling the juncture of her thighs.

Always with Sherī Åbbās were Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ, Padminī Tripāŧhī with blonde hair, not quite as tall and big as Sherī Åbbās, but her pale tits ended in large, cream-colored nipples and her hips were big.

Della Christ was a redhead, just like herself, but unlike herself, Della Christ’s hair was cropped short, almost like a boy’s haircut, causing her totally freckled body to really stand out.

She had nice, firm tits with pale, cherry nipples at the end.

Her fiery red bush was not very dense, allowing you to get a peek of pale skin underneath.

Samīnah Ħabīb self-consciously examined her own body in the mirror.

Her tits were nice and firm, very upright with big, dark-cherry nipples on the end. Her waist was very slim, showing a nice flat belly with her thick bush of red hair sticking out below. Her long, thick red hair hung down past her shoulders. She couldn’t see anything to complain of, so she joined the others in the shower.

Sherī Åbbās Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ were laughing together as they soaped up and began to work lather up.

Samīnah Ħabīb began to shower at the shower next to them, listening to their conversation.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about her date the night before with me, the other boy trying to become the quarterback on the Literary team.

Sherī Åbbās was talking about how it hadn’t taken me any time at all on our date to begin trying to kiss her and feel her up.

She laughed as she described how desperate I had seemed as she thwarted my attempts to feel her up.

She related how, as the evening passed, she had relented somewhat and began to make out with me, kissing me and sucking tongues together.

She commented that I was really a good kisser with a really long tongue.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed as she said this.

Sherī Åbbās commented that she was going to go out with me on Friday and that she planned on letting me go a little further this time, maybe even letting me play with her tits a little bit.

As she said this, Sherī Åbbās reached up and gave both of her soapy tits a good squeeze and massage, pinching her nipples for good measure.

Padminī Tripāŧhī and Della Christ laughed.

Della Christ reached over and pinched one of Sherī Åbbās’s nipples, causing her to squeal as she tried to pinch her back.

Laughing, they all finished showering and got dressed.

As they dressed and began to leave the locker room, Samīnah Ħabīb moved over next to Sherī Åbbās to ask her a question.

“Sherī Åbbās,” she asked, “how do you control guys so that they don’t go too far?”

“Oh, that’s easy,” she replied. “You just make sure that they think there’s a chance that they might succeed and they’ll go along with anything.”

“But what happens when things start to get too far along?”

“Well, either you like them and go along or you don’t like them and you fight like crazy,” Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“Yeah,” Della Christ commented, “when was the last one you fought like crazy because you didn’t like him?”

“Well,” Sherī Åbbās answered, “at least I know before I go out with them if I’m going to like them. Not like you, finding out when it’s too late to do anything about it.”

Della Christ grimaced.

“Dearie, Durgesh and even the other Hindus are not so easily available to us Christian and Jew Beauties as they are available to you Musalmān Beauties.”

Sherī Åbbās laughed.

“We Musalmān Beauties know you Christian and Jew Beauties are immensely jealous of us.”

“You mean you’ve let some of them do what they want?” Samīnah Ħabīb inquired.

“Of course I have,” Sherī Åbbās responded. “If I didn’t, they’d all know that I was just a tease and nobody would want to go out with me.”

“Hah,” Della Christ said, “you do it because you love it and you know it.”

“Well, so what,” Sherī Åbbās retorted, “at least I get it from people I choose, not just whoever chooses me.”

“I like the guys I go with,” Della Christ replied. “What about you, Samīnah Ħabīb, ever had been with a guy?”

“No, not like that. I haven’t. I mean, I’ve made out with some of the boys I’ve gone out with, I’ve just never gone any further.”

“Well, neither have I,” Padminī Tripāŧhī chimed in. “I’m sure I will when I’m ready, I just wasn’t born always horny like these two,” she said laughing.

“I wasn’t born horny, I just ended up that way,” Sherī Åbbās laughed. “I’ll bet that before the University year is out, both of you end up losing your cherries. Face it, you’re cheerleaders now. Every guy in University wants to be with a cheerleader. You’ll have your pick of them, after I do, of course, then you’ll end up doing it with someone.”

“I don’t know,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “I always thought it’d be with someone special the first time.”

“Who’s to say it won’t be,” Della Christ replied. “It can be really nice. Believe me, I know. It doesn’t have to be tawdry at all.”

“There’s nothing tawdry about me,” Sherī Åbbās declared, “I just like boys. I’ll tell you what,” Sherī Åbbās said with a sly grin, “Friday night I’ll let you guys hide in my house and you can watch Durgesh making out with me. My parents are away for the weekend so they won’t be there. What do you say? You can hide in the study and I’ll get Durgesh to make out with me in the living room.”

“I’ll be there, you can bet on it,” Della Christ said laughing. “How about you two, you going to join me?”

“Sure,” Padminī Tripāŧhī said. “I think it’ll be funny that Durgesh won’t know we’re watching him. You gonna come, Samīnah Ħabīb?”

“I guess so,” she replied. “It seems sort of weird though, peeping on people making out.”

“Oh, I don’t mind,” Sherī Åbbās said. “Maybe you’ll get some pointers.”

With that they all went their way as they walked home.

As Samīnah Ħabīb lived in the opposite direction from the other three, she walked home by herself, reflecting on her new friends.

They were always nice to her but she still felt a little like an outsider.

Face it, she was.

I’ve only been here a month, Samīnah Ħabīb reminded herself.

They’ve known each other for years.

As she continued on her way, Samīnah Ħabīb thought about how happy her parents had been to move to Friend, Nebraska.

She couldn’t believe it when they had told her and Durgesh that they were moving from Portland, Oregon to Nebraska.

It had seemed like a move in the wrong direction.

Midterm 2012 was due in India now.

Samīnah Ħabīb was worried that her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb might lose to her own Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm.

Her Abbū, Muħammad Ħabīb, was stupid enough not to resign from Indian National Congress.

He still thought inanely that UPA would return to power.

Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, laughed.

“Anna Hazare and his team have already caused Indian National Congress to lose Assembly Elections in five states, Goa, Punjab, Uttarakhand, Uttar Pradesh and Mañipur. You still believe UPA can return to power. You are foolish.”

Padminī Tripāŧhī watched her father, Rām Sharañ Tripāthī.

He was fighting from Ayodhya parliamentary seat from Indian National Congress.

Padminī Tripāŧhī was worried that there were more than ninety percent chances he could lose to the BJP candidate.

Muħammad Åbbās was fighting from BJP there.

He has promised to his voters to build Rām Mandir at Ayodhya.

Now it seemed as though she could hardly remember Oregon anymore.

Nebraska was really nice, open and no rain all the time.

The people were a lot more open than they had been back in Oregon and it wasn’t as square as she had been led to believe.

Just as she got to the street she lived on, Samīnah Ħabīb heard her name shouted from behind.

Turning around, she saw it was I, marching to catch up to her.

Samīnah Ħabīb really loved me.

I was so good- looking and nice.

Everyone seemed to like me.

I was medium, yet athletic, always did great at everything I tried.

As I caught up to her, I grabbed her in a big hug and swung her around.

“I’m going to be the starting quarterback,” he announced gleefully. “They told us today.”

“Oh, Durgesh, I’m so happy for you,” Samīnah Ħabīb said, hugging me fiercely. “Now I’ll really have a reason to cheer.”

“How’s cheerleading going?” I inquired. “Is it as much fun as you hoped it would be?”

“Well, it’s a lot more work than I thought, but I like the Musalmān Beauties and it’s a good workout. In fact, I’m going out with some of them Friday night,” she said, deciding that it was going to be fun watching Sherī Åbbās in action.

“What about you, any dates in mind yet?” she asked me.

“We’ll see,” I smiled. “I want to see what being quarterback brings my way. You found anyone yet?” I teased, knowing how shy she was.

“I’m not in any hurry,” Samīnah Ħabīb said. “Besides, no one’s really paid any special attention to me yet.”

“They will, especially when they see you out there jumping around in your cheerleading outfit.”

Then we went into the house where Samīnah Ħabīb’s Ammī, Attāhirah Al Kulsūm, was beginning to fix dinner.

As Samīnah Ħabīb began to help with the dinner, she told her of her day in University, I being especially proud of having earned the starting quarterback position on the Literary team.

“Muħammad Ħbīb will be real proud of you,” Attāhirah Al Kulsūm said. “He called and said he’d be a little late tonight, so we’ll eat before he gets home.”*

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Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself smile shyly at me.

I was moving closer to Arzumand Jahāngīr.

I wanted to kiss her again as I’d done the other night.

We were about to lock lips when we heard loud noises.

It was the car behind us honking.

It looked like the streets were open again.

I quickly put the car on drive and I raced home.

I was going to make love to Arzumand Jahāngīr tonight.

There was no doubt about that.

Arzumand Jahāngīr knew what was going to happen as well.

She was ready for it.

She was prepared to have I make love to her.

The siblings drove home full of raging desires for one another.

This time we weren’t going to let anything stop us.

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The sky above us looked clear as if it had never rained.

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My hands were on her shoulders and she reached with her own hands to place them on me.

“I-I love you too Durgesh,” she said nervously.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr and I both moaned while we kissed so erotically.

Arzumand Jahāngīr wasn’t sure if it was the fact that, she was kissing me that got her so turned on, or the fact that she was truly in love with me.

I didn’t see Arzumand Jahāngīr as my maternal cousin , I saw her as a beautiful young Musalmān lady that wanted me .

And I wanted her.

Arzumand Jahāngīr broke our kiss and tightened her hold she had on my waist.

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She had already succeeded.

She made me to do it in the car.

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Oh, fuck that was hot!

I grabbed my maternal cousin and lifted her up in my arms.

Arzumand Jahāngīr gasped at first taken by surprise.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t resist my touch.

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She’d never really had a chance to make love to a man she really loved.

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She loved my Durgeshly juices on her.

Though she kept wondering what my Hindu cum would feel like inside her.

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I moved from one nipple to the other taking turns squeezing them.

I cupped each breast with one hand as I kissed them.

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Arzumand Jahāngīr just gave me a devilish grin.

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I felt as if I was shooting out gallons of cum.

I’d shot out at least 6 times long angry ropes of cum.

I’d wanted Arzumand Jahāngīr for days now and now I saw what she could do to me.

“Oooh yes! Put your Hindu seed in me Durgesh. Ooooh I have it in me! Look I’m taking it! Oh fuck!” Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her own body tense.

She was reaching an amazing climax right there on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I felt her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot clasp my Uncut Hindu Lund hard and her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body shook madly.

She looked at me as she came.

“Yes baby, cum on my Uncut Hindu Cock. Fuck yes!” I grabbed her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts harder feeling her nipples erect more as she was finishing her orgasm.

Arzumand Jahāngīr felt herself weaken after an intense orgasm.

She laid her head down on my chest.

She could hear my heart beating rapidly.

She was so out of breath and spent.

I just ran my Uncut Hindu Lund through her hair as I held her close to me.

“You’re amazing Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I murmured.

Arzumand Jahāngīr moved looking up at me.

“I love you Durgesh. I think I love you more than I’ve ever loved any man.”

I smiled.

“Arzumand Jahāngīr, I want to be with you.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed my lips lightly. “I’m scared Durgesh darling. What if we fall deeply and madly in love?”

I didn’t respond.

I just stroked her pretty face and let her lay her head back on my chest. “It’s too late Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m already deeply and madly in love with you,” I finally responded.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed brushing her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips on my chest.

She was fearful of what the future had in store for us, yet she was so intrigued by being her my lover.₄

Arzumand Jahāngīr rested on top of me feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock soften inside her.

She brought herself up laying down next to me as we stared into each other’s eyes.

She kept thinking of all the times we used to fight when we were younger.

I used to pull her bra and she’d chase me around the house.

I used to tease her when she wore her braces. Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled to herself as she recalled those Moments.

Never in her life had she imagined she’d be like this.

In love with me.

“How do you think we can get away with this relationship?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked as she ran her finger on my lips.

“I don’t know. We have to be very careful Arzumand Jahāngīr.” My gaze was on her pretty face with my hands on her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts.

“You mean we have to sneak around?”

“Well sort of. Yes, I guess you can say that. At least for the time being.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes saddened.

“I hate the fact that we’ll have to sneak around. I’d love to be able to tell anyone how much I love you.”

“Even Mumānījān and Māmūjān?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

Arzumand Jahāngīr sighed as she cringed. “Well I guess not everyone.”

I held Arzumand Jahāngīr closer to me.

I’d watch her grow up to be a beautiful young lady.

She had grace, style and beauty all in one package.

How could any guy resist her?

“Arzumand Jahāngīr. We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I just want to have you next to me. Like I have been wanting for that past week.” I said kissing her forehead.

“DURGESH, it’s so strange how we fell in love, don’t you think?” Arzumand Jahāngīr asked stroking my hair.

I kissed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips tenderly.

“Yes it is. I wish the circumstances were different.”

“Oh Durgesh, why does life have to be so cruel, yet so kind? I mean I think it’s cruel for it to fall madly in love with you, and kind that I’ve found a man like you to love, to cherish.”

I just held Arzumand Jahāngīr tightly feeling her warmth.

She felt so womanly, yet so much like a young child.

The aroma of our sex was all over the room and I loved the sense it brought.

“I’m gonna take a shower Durgesh.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting up.

I raised myself up from the bed.

“Can I take one with you?”

Arzumand Jahāngīr blushed.

“I’d love to have you in the shower with me.”

“Alright then!” I cheered.

We walked into the shower, still half clothed.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned on the shower making it a nice hot one.

The water started to run warm and then hot making the room steamy.

I stood before my maternal cousin and slowly raised her dress.

My hands slid on her firm bottom feeling it, fondling it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled as I touched her gorgeous glorious excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“Mmmm I never thought you’d be touching my butt like this.”

I lifted her dress up over her taking it all off.

“Well, I never thought I’d want you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr stood there completely naked.

Even though the room was hot, her nipples were hard.

I was almost breathless looking at my maternal cousin naked.

Eīshān, God, she looks delicious I thought to myself.

Her erect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān breasts so firm, her tummy so flat, her skin so soft and delicate.

“You’re so beautiful, Arzumand Jahāngīr. I’m falling more in love with you each second.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr held me close to her naked skin. “I love you Durgesh. I love you so much.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr began pulling out the rest of my shirt.

Somewhat of it was still tucked in my loose open pants.

I stood back as Arzumand Jahāngīr unbuttoned my shirt.

She did each button slowly never taking her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes off me.

Finally, with the last button my shirt came open exposing my hard chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s eyes devoured my manly body.

Her hands moved down to my pants sliding them off leaving me in my boxers.

I stepped out of my pants and took off my socks.

I grabbed Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s hands and put them on my waist pushing them down slowly removing my boxers.

She felt herself gasp looking at me there, completely naked.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was hard again.

Arzumand Jahāngīr smiled modestly.

“Come on; let’s get in the shower, before the hot water runs out.” I said playfully.

We both stepped into the steamy water together.

I stood behind Arzumand Jahāngīr holding her under the waterfall.

I watched her hair get wet as the water hit us.

Her wet young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was close to me.

I ran my hands up and down her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.

Arzumand Jahāngīr closed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes feeling my hands roaming every part of her.

She reached out to grab the spring smelling bar of soap lathering it in her hands.

I grabbed it from her hand.

I glided my hands on Arzumand Jahāngīr’s breasts letting the soap suds run down her chest.

Arzumand Jahāngīr leaned her head back and our lips met for a sensual kiss.

Arzumand Jahāngīr’s hot young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body tingled with feelings of hot lust for me.

Yes, touch me more. Don’t ever stop Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.

I kept lathering up more soap and ran my hands down Arzumand Jahāngīr’s body making sure she was covered up with soap bubbles.

The scent of soap filled the room reminding us that it was just us, alone in the shower.

Arzumand Jahāngīr turned around letting her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes meet with me.

She pressed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body against my letting the suds get on my body.

We began to kiss losing ourselves under this wonderful rain of water that covered us, protected us from the real world.

The soap was washing off our bodies slowly.

I looked over to my right to grab the bottle of shampoo.

I smiled down at Arzumand Jahāngīr as she looked up at me with admiring eyes.

I poured some of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s apple smelling shampoo on the palm of my hands and placed it on her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr chuckled softly as I began to wash her hair.

My hands massaged her head as I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund lightly on her hair.

I stared down at Arzumand Jahāngīr.

She was so gorgeous standing there naked as I washed her hair.

Arzumand Jahāngīr tossed her head back slightly letting the water wash off the shampoo.

I just observed this beautiful sight.

The shampoo ran down her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body slow like honey.

I grabbed the bar of soap again lathering it up once more to start rubbing Arzumand Jahāngīr ‘s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot with it.

Arzumand Jahāngīr whined softly feeling me washing her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

My hands gently ran up and down her wet slit.

She got a hold of the soap and returned the favor.

She got a handful of suds and placed her hand on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She stroked it up and down washing me up.

I bit my lip enjoying Arzumand Jahāngīr’s touch.

Arzumand Jahāngīr took the bottle of my shampoo and got a handful of it as she started washing my hair.

I laughed as she reached her little arms up lathering up my hair.

I picked her up a little as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

“I love being here with you,” I whimpered.

“I want this moment to last forever, “Arzumand Jahāngīr responded holding me tightly.

I dipped my head under the water letting the shampoo wash off my hair as it fell onto us both.

Arzumand Jahāngīr helped by rinsing my hair out.

I carefully turned around as I carried Arzumand Jahāngīr in my arms.

I placed her back against the tile wall.

“I want to be inside you again Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr kissed me softly.

“Yes. Make love to me again Durgesh.”

I adjusted her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body and immediately plunged my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her sensitive excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

Arzumand Jahāngīr let out a loud moan as I entered her once again.

I began to thrust my hips madly as my Uncut Hindu Lund quickly entered and exited her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.

We kissed passionately as we made love while the water continued to bathe us.

I loved the way Arzumand Jahāngīr’s excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī utmost sacred Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot swallowed up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel her still so tight and warm.

I never wanted to take my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

I wanted to be in her eternally.

Arzumand Jahāngīr held on to me tightly as I made love to her.

It was so erotic making love in the shower.

She’d always fantasized about doing that someday, but now that day was here.

She was glad to be able to share it with such an amazing person, DURGESH, her Hindu lover.

“You feel so good. I want to explode in you again, Arzumand Jahāngīr.”

Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me with love.

“Do it Durgesh, my Hindu Love. Just let yourself cum into me. I want to take it all again.”

A few more thrusts and I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock spurting out cum right inside Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt.

Each shot of my Hindu cum that Arzumand Jahāngīr took from me, made her shudder.

Chapter 13

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KĦĀTŪN-E-JANNAT: 8

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Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Chapter 8

Durgesh Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah

Ārsh Sadan of the Everfirst Satyug

I smiled belligerently at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Oh yeah,” I said, “You like that, don’t you? You like being treated aggressively by me.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned again in response as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah realised that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did like it.

I pressed my hips in harder.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s parted young adult sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and fetched up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s teeth.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned as I rubbed it back and forth against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s pearly whites.

I pulled back a little.

“All right, open your mouth honey and stick out your tongue. Do nothing else though, just poke out your tongue and stay still.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was told, poking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue out and remaining immobile.

I rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund up and down the length of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue, just the tip, letting her taste me but not letting her take me in or to swallow.

She must understand the invaluable prominence of what she was getting.

I didn’t want to let her join Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

Even though the Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad was providing me enormously invaluable Sharīr Yantrs, they were trying to replace my old ones unnecessarily.

I couldn’t let them do it.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr was my one weapon against the extremes of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.

Yet, it was not enough.

Why should not I use Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah too against it?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is doing the same mistake she did in her Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī homewhen.

I had to let her do that because Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī had succeeded in convincing the Ārsh Sadan of that homewhen she was right.

Even Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu were so against the Traditional Brāhmañs of his homewhen that he convinced the entire BRAHMARSHIS they must support Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī’s movement.

Only Brahmarshi Bhagvān Vishvāmitr had supported me.

“I think Durgesh is right, Param Brahmarshi Bhagvān Bhr’gu.”*

At my sixty-three now, I still had a lean athletic body.

I was still quite handsome.

I was stunned when I got the news from my friend Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī that his father had expired suddenly… A massive heart attack.

I was startled.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī was the only son of his parents.

“I’m imprisoned here, Durgesh.” Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī almost cried on the webcam, “My paternal uncles were trying to disinherit my Abbū. Now, Abbū has gone. I’m in Jail. My four Ammīs and fifty two sisters are helpless.”

“Don’t worry. I’d be in Makkah Mukarramah as soon as the next flight from Ved Nagar would reach it.”

“Thank you, Durgesh.”

“Nonsense.”

“There is one more request.”

“Hey, are you mad? No request at all. Just tell me what do you want me to do.”

“Would you don’t leave my Ammīs and sisters alone at Makkah Mukarramah? I can’t believe my paternal uncles. The life and honor both of my Ammīs and sisters are in danger.”

“I understand. Don’t worry. I’m talking with the Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah. She would take care of the ladies personally until I’m there.”

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī hesitated somewhat.

“Yes. Something more you want from me?”

“There was a rumor that the new Amin-e-Makkah Mukarramah is your woman. Is it right?”

“Nonsense.”

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī’s Abbū was only forty-five when he died… Too young an age to die.

He was a rich oil owner and owned some big wells.

After his death, there was no one to look after the wells.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī ’s widowed Ammīs and his young sisters, headed by Tawħīd Nadīm Hāshmī.

I knew that I didn’t have any choice but to go to Makkah Mukarramah and look after the things.

There was not much work at Makkah Mukarramah, except that a round the clock vigil was required to safeguard the wells.

I stared down into the open coffin.

What surprised me most was that Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān looked so small.

The old man had always been a giant to his son Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī.

He always suspected that Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī was actually my son.

He couldn’t believe he could father fifty two daughters and only one son.

Even that one son might also not be his.

Now, stiffly cushioned in satin, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān seemed small.

It was because the air of life had gone out of him.

The great autocratic oil lord of Makkah Mukarramah, a great autocratic, had always been full of life, a force of energy, overwhelming.

Now he was small and motionless.

Otherwise, everything was in order.

Turning from the coffin, I was not surprised to see that none of his houseladies was feeling any loss.

Well, why should they?

All his present four widows were compelled to marry him.

None of them wanted to marry Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān was famous everywhere that he could father daughters only.

All his four widows and fifty two daughters were feeling rather good.

Almost buoyant.

I scanned the cascades of flowers that formed a colorful semicircle behind the coffin.

There was one discordant note.

On an easel sat a gaudy Saůūdī flag.

It had come from the royal palace of Saůūdī Årab.

I heard Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s Chief Wife, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb, just ahead, smiled cold bloodedly, entirely unashamed of anything.

“So, one more Yazīd Malåūn has gone to Jahannum, has gone to Hell.”

“Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I admonished her curtly.

But her response was so belligerent that even I was dumbfounded.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s Chief Wife, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb, unzipped me without any ultimatum, then and there, brought out my Uncut Hindu Lund and started to give me a pugnacious yet utmost affectionate ashvinātam blowjob.

The Makkah Mukarramah religious police plunged to stop it.

But Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was nobody’s fool.

She was already prepared for it.

Every religious police person was immediately warned by an almost all pervading utmost sweet feminine voice, as if coming from everywhere.

“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our guard of honor to this shaitān.”

The voice stopped for a moment to let its effect digested.

Then it continued again.

“If any religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah would try to stop our celebration, we warn him/her that he/she would never succeed. Moreover his own houseladies would also join the celebration.”

A pin drop silence engulfed suddenly the entire environment.

The celebration continued with increasing belligerence.

Everyone present there was dumbfounded.

One by one, the entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān, sucked and fucked me openly at Makkah Mukarramah.

None could stop it.*

It was not only oral and vaginal sex.

It was anal sex too.

Most of them had virgin Musalmān ass.

But no longer virgin anymore.

My Uncut Hindu Lund had invaded their extremely gorgeous, stunning, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too, openly, under open sky.

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb was furious.

“We were also compelled to do it, as the religious policepersons of Makkah Mukarramah. Why didn’t they stop it?”

“I don’t believe you, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb.” I said curtly, “You yourself have managed it. You―all of you fucked me in the funeral.”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb winked at me cunningly.

“Prove it in the court, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I challenge you. You can’t.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad is supporting you. Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club is supporting you. Ashvinātam Gangbang Club is supporting you.”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb laughed.

“None can prove it in a court, Hindu Piyā. You can only charge us. You can’t prove your charges against any of us.”

“Why are you Musalmān Beauties are so shameless now when I’m already with you? So many sophisticated Dvij Hindus are already with you?”

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb only laughed.

She didn’t answer my question.*

Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb and other Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān left in their Cadillac limousines.

Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān had himself gifted all of them those Cadillac limousines.

How ungrateful some persons could be.

I was quite confident they were wrong.

Aħmad Nadīm Hāshmī’s paternal uncles had succeeded in misinforming all of the Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān.

They had successfully humiliated Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī Māmūjān’s dead body even because all his life he fought to establish democracy in Saůūdī Årab, in Middle East, and in other Musalmān countries.

The royal machinery of Saůūdī Årab couldn’t stop it, because it never wanted to stop it.

I wouldn’t be surprised if the riyal machinery of Saůūdī Årab was itself behind it, using Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club too.

Why otherwise the royal Sheikħs of Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and other Musalmān countries were so aggressive in supporting these immensely sexual organizations?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was not alone in humiliating Musalmīn almost always so openly under open sky.

The royal families of Saůūdī Årab, Middle East and other Musalmān countries were also playing their dirty political games against the proposed democracy.

The proposal was against their vested political and financial interests.

HVSI, these Musalmān Beauties organizations, other local and international democratic and republic organizations were fighting their final Årab Mahābhārat against Pseudo Islam.

I used a Silver Cloud Rolls Royce.

It dropped me off at the aluminum-encased Kħātūn-e-Jannat Building.

I had ridden the express elevator to the 415^th floor and headed for the office suite.

The entry door of the office suite bore the gold lettering:

‘Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and associates

Counselors at law’.*

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī and I have lived with her extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, since Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq left Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, ten years ago.

She wanted to find herself.

We’ve done well for ourselves.

Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq owned a large construction company jointly with me.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā was so kind to me ab initio that, I didn’t even have to go to work unless I wanted to.

My Pitr’shrī, Vishvās Shakr Mānav, was the man who successfully brought Hollywood, Bollywood, Lollywood and even Tollywood together at the new ever largest city, now called Ved Nagar.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī learned how to get anything she wanted from me years ago,

A short skirt, a smile and sitting on my ever-sexy Hindu male lap.

And now her sexy little young, sophisticated adult extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girlfriends do it too.

They make sure my wallet stays empty.

Well, I love it, all the fine young adult sophisticated highly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy keeps my Uncut Hindu Cock hard.

Dark blonde hair, blue eyes, a sweet smile that could melt my heart, a little 34 c breast, a smooth tummy and the best 34 gorgeous Musalmān ass I’ve seen in a long time, makes my cooed Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stepdaughter, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī.

Swimming was her thing to stay in condition.

She loved wearing string bikinis around the house or just a half shirt with some sexy panties.

We had a big house, five bedrooms, a pool and a family room.

Well, it was suspected now that HVSI was now the ever largest and ever biggest group of companies.

Ever richest too, as well.

I was its lifelong Chairman as I was the man that himself dreamed of, struggled and succeeded in establishing it with my younger brothers and extremely sincere friends.

HVSI was now a dream came true.

There were always so many half-naked young, adult, highly educated, sophisticated smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls running around the house.

They all loved me.

I let them do about anything they want.

My only rule is, NO boys or men are allowed in my house.

They drink; can smoke pot, anything but, no dicks except only mine, strictly.

They had to be and remain One Man Woman strictly.

One time last year, I was very late getting home.

When I pulled up to the house there was a truck out on the road.

I thought somebody must have just broken down.

I went in to get a shower.

I heard some funny noises from Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s room.

I went to her door and “Open your legs, bitch.” a man’s voice said.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was thundering,

“No, my Dad is going to kill you when he gets home.”

I was a big man.

Here I worked out a lot plus all the years of construction work.

I could take care of things pretty good.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s door flew off the hinges pretty easy when my shoulder hit it.

There was my little girl on her bed, nothing but panties on.

Some naked, long hair prick with a ponytail on top of her with a knife at her neck.

With one quick yank on the hair, the little bastard was in the hall with his head sunk into the wall.

Yelling at the top of my voice,

“You are dead when I get back girl.”

I grabbed the punk by his hair, pulling him down the hall.

I called the police and he was arrested immediately.

He sounded like a little girl crying now.

The police inspector turned and smacked the shit out of him.

I stomped back to the house, there was Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī standing in the door,

“Get to the fucking bathroom.” I said in a low very mean voice.

As she turned to walk I saw her beautiful tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.

I smacked it hard,

“Ouch, Daddy, I’m sorry.”

I smacked the other cheek even harder.

With each step she took her sweet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass would wiggle, then I would smack her tight ass, it turned me on.

Somewhere in there my towel fell off exposing my 12 inch Uncut Hindu Cock.

As she walked my Uncut Hindu Cock was only inches from her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It bumped her once or twice.

I had never really seen her like this.

Her panties were about 2 sizes too small.

Her little her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks hung half way out of them.

That made me even hornier.

Her slim back, the little legs the way they connected to her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, it was great.

“Get in the shower. Wash your nasty fucking body.” I said.

She started to pull off her little panties, I told her to leave them on.

“Daddy, he couldn’t do anything.” she replied, “He was only a foolish communal Musalmān who was jealous of you that his own Musalmān sisters are my friends and they are almost your Live in Relationship Partners now. He wanted to requite stupidly.

“I don’t give a shit, start washing.”

She had soap in a bottle.

She put a few drops on her sponge.

” Use more.” I demanded.

I grabbed it from her and just squirted it all over her.

Then she didn’t wash hard enough.

I took her sponge and started to scrub her down myself.

Somewhere in this, I saw her looking down at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had come here leaving nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.

I was furious already.

Sālī Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had teased and tempted me too much.

I wanted a release badly.

And here I had to face the communal jealousy of a foolish Musalmān brother of some of my young adult Musalmān girlfriends.

“Wash the soap off and hurry the fuck up,” I grabbed Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī pushing her toward her room.

She was facing me walking backwards.

I was criticizing her the whole time,

“How the FUCK could you allow some little unauthorized cut Musalmān nūnī into this house? He looked like a little girl, if you’re going to fuck a man even, find a real one, not a little fag like that.”

I looked at her.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī, my little girl was checking out my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I started talking a little calmer,

“Do you see my Uncut Hindu Cock? That’s what a beautiful little Musalmān Babe like you needs, not something like him.”

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī tripped and sat on the floor.

My now very hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in her face.

Her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, awesome, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes explored every inch of my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was myself terrific now due to the abnormal temptation of nude Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sleeping on my bed.

As I watched Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī look at it, I got harder.

“That’s a prime US Grade A, it will make any Musalmān woman cum like she’s never known.” I told her.

“Now I know Why did Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, ever leave my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh, for you? she wasn’t crazy at all. She was one of the smartest Musalmān ladies I think now. She just loves sex perhaps more than I thought she did.”

It calmed me down to the extent that I even smiled now.

“She loves sex with me very much, Baby. Once I fuck your Ammī, Al Ħafsah bint Al Ůmar Al Fārūq, I don’t have to find other women. I need to be inside a woman always, you know. Something this big, needs it a lot.”

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī’s little hands reached up and grasped it.

With both hands on it, she slowly started to lick my big Uncut Hindu Lundhead.

Her tongue was so hot and soft, she licked all over my Uncut Hindu Cock head.

Looking into my Hindu male eyes, she gave me a sexy little wink.

Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth took in my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī sucked it so gentle while her tongue continued to lick my head.

I sat on the floor.

Her young adult tender extremely stunning flawless, firm, corpulent, splendid, terrific, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund, never letting it go.

Well, once into her mouth, almost every Musalmān Beauty reacted similarly.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was making me go crazy.

She was giving me one of the best blow jobs I had ever had.

Her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth sucked in more and more of my 12 inches.

This girl was going to find out how much my Hindu cum I had and soon.

As she sucked and licked me, her hands were working up and down my long thick Uncut Hindu Shaft.

I pulled her little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to my waist.

My index finger drove in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Uncut Hindu Lund was being serviced by her extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was so wet and hot.

She moaned and started shoving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot onto my index finger, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly.

The cut Musalmān nūnī holder foolish young Musalmān boy couldn’t do anything due to my infinite Bhogchakr.

Yet he had prepared Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī for me optimum, I think.

her extremely fabulous faultless, firm, curved, outstanding, wonderful, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks moved to her sucking of my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her moaning made me start to cum.

I squeezed her awfully stunning perfect, firm, round, outstanding, superb, Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pushed my index finger in her as deep as I could.

I touched the inner walls of her.

We came together.

My Hindu cum made her gag but, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī stanchly kept sucking and stroking me.

My index finger was buried deep in her young Musalmān body.

I could feel her orgasms.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot muscles caressed my index finger as Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came.

We continued until our bodies gave out.

Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī came, lay beside me and asked,

“Daddy, I love you so much. Can we do this again but, without the ass beating?”

I laughed, hugged her hard and replied,

“I love you too baby. Any time you say.”

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

She had sucked me so much that for the time being, to even my own surprise, I wasn’t interested in vaginal sex anymore.

What a phenomenal blowjob Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī had provided to me.

The next morning I woke up fast, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī was on her knees between my legs looking up at me with my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund half way down her throat.

She was sucking as a pro now, locked on my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

She moved her head up and down.

Her hands were holding me tight, moving the length of my shaft.

Faster and harder, she sucked; Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī looked into my eyes with a little sexy smile and a wink.

My unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund gave her all my Hindu cum.

She sucked hard, wanting to get all of it.

Sucking hard, Assalāt Attahajjud Al Hāshmī kept moving up and down my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund.

After she finished she looked at me very sexy and said,

“Good morning Daddy.”

I had to answer,

“It will be now.”

She gave me her big smile and ran to get ready for outing.

I know she told her pack of girlfriends all about what we did.

From then on all of them were always trying to look at my unique legendary outstanding Uncut Hindu Lund. *

Tendrils of salty spit began to dribble from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tongue.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hear the drips hitting the floor.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt cheap, like a piece of mine at being used as a plaything, as a Musalmān sex goddess, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want it to stop.

“All right my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease; you’ve been good so far and I know you’re just dying to suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, so I’m going to let you. Make sure you do a good job though. I wouldn’t want to be disappointed. And I don’t think you’d want me to be disappointed either, would you honey?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head, making my hand pull Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair, which made her wince.

I chuckled and let go of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair,

“Suck My Uncut Hindu Lund, my darling.” I smiled at her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled too.

She winked at me.

She didn’t have to be told twice.

Licking her lips all over, tasting the salty residue of my teasing, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah opened Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and leaned forward.

Licking around the bulbous tip of my engorged head, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah quickly wrapped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s lips around it and sucked me into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

I was so big Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s jaw was stretched to capacity.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could only manage to get an inch or two of my Uncut Hindu Lund into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Yet Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made the most of it.

Slurping and sucking as hard as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, licking up and down along my length, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah stretched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth wider and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head forward feeling the tip of my big Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against the back of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gagged, making the little “hhirk” sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pulled back quickly.

“Oh fuck, do that again.” I ordered.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah did, again gagging herself and making that awful sound as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach rolled.

It seemed to excite me even more.

My Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hair again and pushed forward.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could feel gag saliva, thick and stringy, dribbling out over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin and tears were forming in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s eyes as I fucked Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh fuck yeah.” I growled.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could hardly breathe, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kept letting me push into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s open mouth.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat was constricting with my every Hindu thrust.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s gag reflexed working overtime.

Watery gag tears were dampening Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s beautiful Musalmān lashes even more.

But not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah think to tell me to stop.

Not once did Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah raise her hands and pushed me away.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t want me stop too!

She was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān even more than I was.

“Oh fuck!” I growled again as I pulled myself out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and dragged her to her feet by the hair.

I used my palm to wipe the drool from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chin then ripped down the front of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chemise to expose Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts.

Smearing the sticky mess all over one boob and pinching at the nipple, I brought my mouth down hard on hers.

My kiss was violent, animalistic and wanting.

My hands were rough, not caring if I bruised or pinched Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s skin.

I was too excited.

She was too beautiful.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s legs were shaking and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was so wet the juices were running down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī smooth thighs.

All Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could do was hold onto the top behind me, and moan.

I pulled the straps of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s top down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s arms, so the chemise sat bunched just under Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breasts.

Then without warning, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my fingers pulling aside the crotch of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and my Uncut Hindu Lund was sliding between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.

I circled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, rubbing back and forth across it roughly, before thrusting my Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside her.

My mouth shifted down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s chest and latched onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breast sucking Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipple into my mouth hard.

My tongue was flicking and flicking at the sensitive bud.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was gasping in both pain and pleasure as my hand shifted and I drove my Uncut Hindu Lund more into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s centre.

The heel of my palm ground against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen clit and worked me into a state of quivering readiness.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so close to cumming that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was whimpering almost constantly.

My head came up and I brought my mouth close to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ear.

“Such a wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, honey. I’m going to make you cum all over my Uncut Hindu Lund and then I’m going to turn you around and fuck that tight little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot of yours, more passionately.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s knees nearly gave out under me, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah held onto the counter even harder.

“Oh yeah that’s it. You’re so close aren’t you?”

I kept whimpering to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

“Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is so hot and wet, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my darling, I can feel it clenching on My Uncut Hindu Lund. You’re going to cream soon, aren’t you, making it even wetter? And then I’m going to push my big Uncut Hindu Lund deep inside you. I’d fuck you nice and hard…”

My words were making her crazy.

It was what she was already dreaming of.*

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ground Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips down onto my fingers even harder as I shoved them into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s climax building to breaking point until a high pitched squeal sounded from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throat and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah came all over my fingers, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s juices gushing out of mine like a fountain.

“Fuck yeah,” I swore as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s liquid cum run over my hand. I pulled my fingers out of mine, bringing them to my mouth and licked them. Not to be mean, I smiled at her then and pushed my fingers into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as well, letting me clean up the remaining residue. It tasted tangy but sweet and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the thought. “Do you like that taste of your own ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot?” I asked me and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah flushed a little in embarrassment but kept sucking on my digits regardless. “Mmm,” I said withdrawing my fingers from Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s young extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth. “That’s enough. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s turn now.”

I spun me around and pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah up against the Vikramch. The steel top of the sink dug into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips painfully, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah ignored it, as I pressed my hard Uncut Hindu Lund up against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s butt and thrust against me a couple of times. “Mmm, yeah.” I groaned. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my hand press against the centre of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s shoulder blades as I pushed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah forward, Vikramding me over tI kitchen sink. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s full breasts hung down in the recess and the cold metal pressed against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s stomach. My fingers caught hold of the top of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties and without further preamble Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me yank down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s panties from behind. They fell to the floor around Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ankles and there they stayed.

Outside tI kitchen window, the world turned grey, and in that pre-dawn light the shadows of the garden took on an eerie shape. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought to Herself, anyone could be standing out there right now and watching this! It sent a shiver down Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s spine to thought that someone could be watching me get fucked by Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s best friend’s Ammī’s Hindu Live in Relationship Partner. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s nipples screwed themselves up again and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s breath began to quicken once more.

All thought flew out of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s head as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt warm breath against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s swollen lips soon followed by a hot tongue. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned loudly in ecstasy as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me eating Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot. My tongue thrust deep inside me, fucking me like a Uncut Hindu Lund, like my Uncut Hindu Lund would be very soon no doubt, and then retreated to glide up and down along Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s slit. I wriggled the tip back and forth over Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī clit, nearly bringing me to another orgasm on the spot.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped in shock and tried to squirm away.

I’d never had this done to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah before, never even knew that it could be done let alone should be done.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips.

“Stay still.” I smiled at my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān plaything.

“Oh Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt,” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped, “Please… no… stop…” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was having trouble trying to get the words out as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my Uncut Hindu Lund probing Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight backdoor, felt my Uncut Hindu Lund break the seal and penetrate inside her shallowly. “Please … Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! that’s …. Oh God, that’s unbearable !” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in deeper and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt Her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body push back against my probing Uncut Hindu Lund muscle of its own accord.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t believe Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was enjoying this.

Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh My God, it was like nothing she’d ever felt before, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot was wetter than ever.

“Mmm-hmm,” I mumbled penetrating my Uncut Hindu Lund between Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks. “You’re an exquisite young adult Musalmān sex goddess, and you love it. Don’t you? Don’t pretend you don’t, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I can feel your outstanding admirable elegant flawless firm corpulent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pressing back onto my Uncut Hindu Lund !”

I stopped pleasuring her with my Uncut Hindu Lund and stood up behind her.

I entered Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass again aggressively . “That’s for pretending you don’t like it.” I told her winking at her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gasped and felt herself shying as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt the tip of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund rub against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s sopping ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips.

I continued to rub myself against her.

Probing with the tip every now and again, teasing her relentlessly until Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was leaning back into me, and trying to get me to enter her.

I chuckled. “You’re not a virgin, are you Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah?” My voice sounded gentle, soothing.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head,

“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah answered, “I hadn’t seen you then. How could have I known I was going to be lucky enough to get you? If I had I would have kept my virginity for you.”

“I didn’t think so.” I replied sounding genuinely pleased as she was speaking truthfully now. “Have you ever had an Uncut Hindu Lund as big and thick as mine before?”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah shook her head again.

“No Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Never!”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt her shiver behind me.

“I’ll try to be gentle with you then.” I told her as I applied a bit of pressure against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care if it hurt.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was so horny Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah just wanted me inside her.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah pushed back against the pressure.

I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, gripped Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and held her still.

“Not so fast Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, my little Uncut Hindu Lund-tease. This is going to hurt you the first time, and I don’t want to cause you any un-necessary harm.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah swallowed and tried to stay as still as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah could, even though her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body kept demanding satisfaction.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt both my thumbs slide down the back of Fātimah her butt and stroke along the sides of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight opening before taking hold of the lips and pulling them open.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund pressed in harder, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah groaned aloud as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt it beginning to press into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s wet lips even further.

I was finally sliding inside her.

This will be fine, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah told herself, what could happen?

Then the reality of it hit her.

As I pressed forward, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt a burning sensation in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips as they stretched wide to accommodate me.

I was too big that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s poor little ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot couldn’t handle it.

Well, that’s what Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought anyway.

The pressure increased to a near unbearable degree, even the natural lubrication Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah produced was not enough to stave off the pain.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was beginning to whimper as the burning sensation intensified.

“Oh yeah, nearly there, honey.” I told her. “Just hold still a little longer.”

With a final push, something gave, and the bulbous head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her.

I groaned from behind.

My voice was ragged and heavy.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was panting in pain as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah gripped the Top in an effort to stop from screaming.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah bit down her cheek, determined not to let me know just how much it really was hurting, scared that I would stop.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah couldn’t afford to let me stop.

Slowly, millimetre by millimetre, I forced my huge girth deeper into Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

The pain had begun to recede, but Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips were still stretched taut.

She’d never felt so filled before.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah loved the sensation.

Finally, after a minute or two, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt my warm Hindu balls pressing against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hooded clit.

Ultimately, I was all the way in.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah let out a small sigh of relief, still wondering what I would do now.

I remained motionless for a short time, savouring the position I found myself in.

“Oh yeah, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, I haven’t had a ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot this tight in twenty years. Mmm, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah, you feel absolutely delicious around my Uncut Hindu Lund . Thank you.” I whimpered in my low voice.

“No, it’s my pleasure. I thank you Durgesh darling.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at me.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah moaned a little at the feel of my hard Uncut Hindu Lund buried deep inside her and then gasped as I began to move.

I drew back slowly, enjoying the feel of Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole gripping my thick Uncut Hindu Shaft .

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah heard I grunt softly every time my Uncut Hindu pole reburied itself inside her, pressing up hard against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cervix and causing a different kind of pain to shoot through her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot began to compensate for my Hindu size, producing copious amounts of slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān juice, to allow me to glide in and out of her more smoothly.

The burning in Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot lips began to recede, pleasure taking its place, but I just knew that Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah would be sore later on.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t care, right now, it was absolute ashvinātam bliss and that was all that mattered to Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

My hard Uncut Hindu Lund slid in and out of her.

My Hindu balls were slapping against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit with every stroke, and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah grunted and groaned with every thrust.

“Eīshān.” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned. “Such a tight; wet little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Mmm, and it looks so good taking My Uncut Hindu Lund up it.”

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt something warm and wet drop onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered asshole and wondered what it was.

Then my thumb began stroking round and round it, making Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s quiver in anticipation.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt me increase the pressure and the tip of my thumb penetrated Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s outstanding excellent gorgeous perfect firm round Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass making her gasp in pain and wanton lust.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah whimpered when I pulled my thumb away, teasing her, and groaned out loudly as I pressed lightly against it once more.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah leant into me trying to get my thumb back in.

I chuckled at me from behind.

“Such a young adult Musalmān sex goddess.”

I grabbed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s hips and pulled me back hard against her a couple of times; causing her to gasp uncontrollably from the force, I applied.

Another warm droplet fell against Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s puckered opening and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah finally realised that I was letting some ointment fall onto Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah felt even abnormal.

Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought her young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body betrayed her as Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s ravenous throbbing young smooth Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī Choot clenched tight.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, I really am a Musalmān sex goddess! Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah thought and moaned again.

“Mmm,” I, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, groaned as I felt Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole clench on my Hindu hardness.

Chapter 9

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Midterm 2012: 25

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Midterm 2012

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Chapter 25

Durgesh Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī

Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī

Durgesh Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb

I was an eternal optimist at heart, and I never regretted it.

That was why I was able to accept my Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s proposal that we take her newly divorced Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb with us on our ‘second honeymoon’ to Las Vegas.

It wasn’t that I couldn’t stand Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb.

Not at all: it was only that the whole idea of the trip was for it to put the fiery passion back into my damn marriage.

Something that I felt was sadly on the wane!

But Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was determined to bring Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb along and have a good time with her.

so I felt that the best course of action that I could take was to simply give in and let her get what she wanted.

Still hopeful that I could spend at least some of the two-week holiday alone with my extremely beautiful Live in Relationship Partner, I decided that I’d better call the 5-star hotel that we’d booked into in Las Vegas and inform them of our change of situation.

The helpful young woman who took my call regretfully informed me that the hotel was completely booked out for the entire length of our stay and said that there was little chance that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb could get a room for herself.

She did let me know that they were more than willing to set up a single bed in our room.

I thanked her.

Then I hung up.

As soon I put the telephone down on the receiver, I swore profusely, and had to fight back the urge to put my fist through the wall beside me.

Goddamn this!

I thought I’d had things all planned out perfectly.

Then my Live in Relationship Partner and my Ammī-in-law had screwed every-thing up!

Why do these women never understand what their man really wants, and when?

And even if when they understand why do they act as if they don’t understand at all anything?

Hell!

Yet, there was no point in staying angry now.

It would only serve to make everything even worse.

I decided to bear it all as best as I possibly could, because that was all I could really do.

On the morning of the big day, the day that we were flying out to Las Vegas from New York City, I woke up in a very pleasant and somewhat unusual manner: to the sensations of my beautiful 21-year-old Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī sucking off my big, fat 8.5″ Uncut Hindu Prick.

Her long, billowing golden-blonde hair hung in tresses all around her pretty young Musalmān face and my midsection as she ravenously gulped up my thick, gooey creamy-white pre-cum, and lavishly licking at the underside of my bulging Hindu fuck-rod.

Opening her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth up as wide as she could, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī managed to take almost the entire Hindu shaft of my throbbing, blood-red ramrod down her tight, convulsive throat.

With her right hand, she was able to squeeze and fondle my cum-heavy ball-sacs till I was groaning with rapturous ashvinātam pleasure.

She had one hell of a technique with her blowjobs!

What an expertise she was at her twenty-one only!

The Musalmān Beauties had developed an outstanding proficiency in keeping me almost obsessed with them, nowadays; due to Kħadījah Muħammad’s, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr’s and their countless other utmost loyal female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lieutenants.

Her tongue touched me in all the right places.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth felt like a perfect wet, tight little extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.

It was a truly wondrous experience every time she gave me head and was something I’m sure I’d never tire of as long as I lived.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, you’re so fucking good with your only twenty one years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, baby!” I moaned in orgasmic fervour, grabbing Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī roughly by her long hair and ramming my Uncut Hindu Cock almost brutally in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth without any regard for anything else but my own gratification.

Soon I had her gagging on my monstrous prong, thick streams of her clear, gleaming saliva pouring out of her strained mouth every time I almost pulled out running down over my hairy testes and upper thighs.

She looked so raunchy with my huge Hindu tool jammed down her Musalmān throat and her pretty ruby-red lips wrapped around my meaty pile-driver, looking up at me with those deep China blue eyes of hers in sweet, tender ashvinātam love.

Although my self-centred need to get off was choking her and starving her of oxygen, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī still wanted me to climax.

Finally, I orgasmed, squirting two long, thick spurts of white Uncut Hindu Cock-sauce into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s open, willing Musalmān mouth, which she then quickly swallowed down her throat with a few quick gulping motions.

I quickly wanked off with my Uncut Hindu Cock again, shooting a third blast of my Hindu jism all over into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s pretty Musalmān mouth.

Then when I had finally stopped cumming Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī slowly cracked a slight smile.

“Well, looks like somebody enjoyed their early-morning surprise!” my Live in Relationship Partner said with a good-natured chuckle.

Within moments, my somewhat deflated Hindu pecker was beginning to rise again to the occasion, something that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī sure didn’t fail to miss.

“Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah!! Subħān Allah!! You are an eager beaver this morning, aren’t you? Well, since I don’t know if we’ll be able to get much screwing done over the next couple of weeks, I suppose you can have a go at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān snatch!”

I had to smile to myself when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī rose up until she was level with me and then swung her right leg up over my midsection, slowly working herself into position so that she could slide herself down onto my thick, rigid Hindu man-meat.

She wanted to fuck just as much if not more than I did.

But Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī always liked to play the coy lady giving into her Hindu Live in Relationship Partner‘s determined advances towards her.

She was never willing to admit to the fact that she was positively dripping with arousal and needed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān twat.

But things changed real quick once I actually slid my huge Hindu phallus into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān snatch – Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī always transferred into a Uncut Hindu Cock-starved Musalmān sexual deviant, willing to do things any way, anyhow, just as long as it felt good to the parties involved.

And talk about a gutter-mouth….

She kissed me hungrily on the lips as she hiked her thin, sheer white negligee up around her waist and lowered herself slowly down onto my aching Uncut Hindu Prick.

She felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock nuzzle at Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s soaking wet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy-lips.

Then it slowly slid into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt as she lowered her body down onto my own.

It was a truly heavenly experience for me, causing me to let out a mighty roar of ashvinātam orgasmic delight as she took me in to the limit.

She then squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick with the muscles of her skilled young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Vagina, milking my Uncut Hindu Cock as though she had a hand down there between her legs squeezing me.

I groaned in ashvinātam ecstasy into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s open mouth as she rode my throbbing sex-organ at her own frenzied pace.

It drove me wild when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī would grind and gyrate her hips.

My aching Uncut Hindu Prick was buried deepest inside her gaping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fuck hole.

It was squeezing the big Uncut Hindu Cock jammed deepest up her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.

She drove her right hand down to her budding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Clitoris and frigged her sex-nub with furious intensity, shaking and moaning lustfully as her entire being was swept up in her own mighty climax.

I thrust my blood-red Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my Live in Relationship Partner’s sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt with all the brutal, animalistic Hindu passion that I could muster.

I was feeding thus the flames of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s desire with my primal Hindu lust, and soon enough could feel my second release for the morning building up inside of me.

I pounded her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy with everything I had, causing her to buck and thrash on top of me as she rode my Uncut Hindu Cock like a sex-crazed Musalmān cowgirl.

She screamed at the top of her lungs.

She was shaking uncontrollably as her second orgasm flooded through her entire body.

“Allah, yā Allah! Måshā Allah!! Subħān Allah!! you fuck me so well! you fuck my tight extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy, you dirty stinking Hindu ! Make me cum so hard with your huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding my dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān fuck hole. Oh yes, that’s it, give it to me!” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī babbled.

I reached up with both hands and pulled her negligee down to expose her full, luscious 36C cup breasts.

Suddenly I was squeezing and fondling their firm ripeness as I drove up into Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān twat.

I teased and tweaked her full, dark brown nipples, twisting the hard nubs of her pointed teats till my Live in Relationship Partner let out a grasp of ashvinātam pleasure-pain, something that my outwardly-wholesome young Live in Relationship Partner really got off on when we fucked.

I loved her tits.

They had to be one of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s best assets.

“Do you want me to fuck you in the ass, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī? I know you do, you’re always in the mood for a good old buggering after I ream your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt for a while. Tell me, you filthy little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tramp, is that what you want? Do you want me to jam this big fucking Uncut Hindu Dick up your tight crap-hole, and fuck your anal passage till it’s all red and gaping open? Is that what you want, to feel my Hindu jism shoot into the depths of your Musalmān bowels, you dirty fucking Musalmān slut?” I said in the sternest voice I could manage under the circumstances, with my highly aroused Uncut Hindu Cock still jammed in my Live in Relationship Partner’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.

Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī didn’t have to say a word.

I could tell simply by looking up into her eyes that that was exactly what she wanted me to do.

Taking control of the situation, I pulled my cum-covered Hindu prong out of my loving Live in Relationship Partner’s dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and flipped her over onto the over side of the king-sized bed, forcing her onto her stomach with her ample Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān rear end sticking up in the air towards me.

I quickly shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund in between the cheeks of her extremely beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass and proceeded to give my Live in Relationship Partner a good old anal-rimming with my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was working my Uncut Hindu Prick around the rim of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Tasting the tangy spunk from her bum-hole on my Uncut Hindu Cock got me even more aroused than I already was from getting one hell of a good blowjob and fucking her tight extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy for at least ten minutes.

Therefore, I decided to be brief with the preliminaries.

I put as much lotion as I could into her brown, puckered Sunni Musalmān bunghole and worked my Uncut Hindu Lund as deeply as I could into

Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass, savouring the sweet taste of her delectable ass on my strong Uncut Hindu Lund.

When I was confident that I’d lubricated her back door enough to slide my bulging red Uncut Hindu Cock-meat into her crapper, more confidently and with more aggressive Hindu lust.

I quickly got up onto my knees behind Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and slowly guided the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the lotion-drenched entrance of her extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

Pushing gently into her back-hole, I felt a real tight restriction from the outer ring of Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

But I managed to push on past all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān constrictiveness, with a little bit of determined Hindu force, and slid all 8.5″ of my hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her ultra-tight extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

It felt like fucking a virgin every time I rammed Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s extremely beautiful gorgeous perfectly round firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān ass.

It wasn’t however, on a regular basis but wasn’t all that uncommon either.

In addition, it was something that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī loved very much after her vaginal sex with me.

I tried to make her more and vaginal.

Yet when she disclosed to me that it was one of the main reasons, she left her over-religious Musalmān husband, Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī, I was stunned,

“Tahajjud, you mean”

“Yes!” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī confronted me somewhat aggressively now, “That’s what I need from you very much. Can’t even you, the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, give me ashvinātam anal pleasure?”

I immediately changed my attitude.

I smiled,

“Yaar, so many of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān girlfriends also demand anal pleasure from me. I can’t understand”

“Well, what’s there to understand?” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī furiously argued with me, “We do love it. That’s all. Why isn’t it enough for you immensely hypocrite males? Why do you think it’s unnatural? It’s not, I say. I want to argue on it with you till I do exist and all my ashvinātam anal pleasure loving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān girlfriends too.”

“Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī!”

“What do you think about gay males and bisexual males?”

“Only that I don’t belong to those categories.” I said being angry somewhat.

“Yet those categories do exist. Don’t they?”

“Well,”

“Similarly, why can’t there be a category of women also, who love all kinds of sex including anal sex too?”

“Well, I never refused that possibility. When did I?”

“Never. I do acknowledge it. But then what’s the problem there? Why can’t you put my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends and me too in that category? And why can’t you respect our physical needs too, as the physical needs of the gay males and bisexual males are respected, and legal now, in every sophisticated modern country?”***

I managed to reach around between the two of us and diddle Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s blood-gorged clit, making her grunt and groan with lustful pleasure.

She redoubled her driving thrusts back against my Uncut Hindu Dick as I drove into her, so my Uncut Hindu Cock was buried in her Musalmān crap-hole as far as it could possibly go.

Soon she was wailing and hollering at the top of her lungs as her third orgasm tore through her, and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt shot out a long, spurting explosion of clear girl-cum when she went off.

As my Live in Relationship Partner came with my big Uncut Hindu Dick shoved right up her Musalmān a-hole, I began to slowly build up my own tempo, working my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her bung-hole with more speed while pushing into her tight little rear as far as I could with every in-stroke.

Well, I was also enjoying it now.

I had to.

It was the main reason that she had left her duly married, sophisticated, perfectly noble, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Sunni Musalmān husband, Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī.

He had congratulated me personally,

“I don’t hate you, Durgesh, as the other Musalmān husbands of other Musalmān Beauties do.”

I smiled at him.

“In fact, I thank you instead.” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī said.

“I can understand you, my friend.” I said gravely.

“I don’t know how you Hindus adjust with such extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties.”

“Well, we haven’t another option, my friend. Our religion requires us to bear with them until we can’t civilize them.”

“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt?” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī smiled.

“You know about it?” I smiled too.

“We Musalmīn are too victimized by this Chief Principle of your Hinduism now that only the utmost stupids of us don’t understand it.”

I smiled.

“Well, it’s not the Chief Principle of Hinduism.”

“Okay. Though I don’t agree with you, let’s say it’s one of the main principles of Hinduism.” Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī laughed.

“Yes.” I smiled, “That’s right. ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’ is of course one of the main principles of Hinduism.”

“We Musalmīn believe that actually ‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt’ is the actually main principle of Hinduism. ‘Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam’, ‘Dharm Santānam’, ‘Dharm Sansthāpan’, is actually your front only so that you can face the charges of non Hindus that the Hindus are always after non Hindu Beauties. It’s Hindus’ actual Mission of Life/Existence. Eat drink and be marry.”

“I know. Most of the non Musalmīn similarly believe that the actual Mission of Life/Existence of Musalmīn is live and let die the Kāfirs/non Musalmīn. Yet, the fact is we both are mistaken.”***

Even though she had cum only a minute or two beforehand, I soon had Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī screaming at the top of her lungs from her fourth orgasm that morning, and my own release was also imminent.

I didn’t try to hold back my own climax, feeling it swell up from deep inside me and explode out of my Hindu male body through my throbbing, pulsating Uncut Hindu Prick.

My Uncut Hindu Dick-batter soon filled up Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī’s stretched, thoroughly fucked crap-hole till it was overflowing.

I ultimately pulled my twitching Uncut Hindu Dick out of her Sunni Musalmān anal-passage.

I collapsed onto her glorious nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān back on the bed, not thoroughly spent even then.

For the time being, temporarily, I wanted nothing more than to rest up for a little while.

Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī snuggled up against me, resting her head in the crook of my arm.

She was covered in sweat, the same as I was, but had a contented smile on her gorgeous young face that I couldn’t help but find infectious.

I loved the feel of her ample tits pressing up against the left side of my body.

I sure wasn’t going to tell her to ease off any time soon.

“Thank-you for this,” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī said softly into my ear, and then she slid her tongue in to lick out a bit of my earwax. “Thank-you for letting my Ammī come along with us. I know this was meant to be our special holiday together, but my newly divorced Ammī, Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb, needs to be with me right now, and I want to be there to help her through this rough time in her life.”

“Baby, I’m just happy that you’re happy,” I replied, kissing her tenderly on top of her head.

That, I knew deep in my heart, was the absolute truth.

I was willing to do whatever it took for my lovely Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī, even if it meant that I was shacking up with one of my in-laws for the holidays.

And I was in a much better frame of mind on the first morning of our two-week vacation after some really hot, frantic sex with my Uncut Hindu Cock-crazy young Live in Relationship Partner.

After all, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī gave me vaginal sex also, as much as I needed.

Well, I could give her as much anal sex as she needed from me, until I could civilize her more.

Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī couldn’t give it to her.

He was too sophisticated, too religious, too ardent a practicing Musalmān.

I was also too sophisticated, too religious, too ardent a practicing Hindu.

Consequently, I had to give it to her and adjust with her until she was more civilized.

It was my Gr’hasth Āshram after all, my Tapovan, my field of sacrifices, severities, as well as my field of enjoyment, consumption, too.*

Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb was quite an attractive Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān woman at 42 years of age, I have to give her that much.

She worked out at her local gym and ran 4 miles each day.

It kept her lean, sun-tanned Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān body so sleek and muscular.

Although I was maintained my Live in Relationship with her daughter and loved Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī very much, the two of us flirted incessantly whenever my Live in Relationship Partner wasn’t around.

One thing that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had over her daughter, Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī, was the size of her breasts.

I’m not complaining about my Live in Relationship Partner’s tits, no way  it was only that Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb’s 38DD cup chest-coconuts were unavoidable.

She still had a very pretty, mature face that I found very endearing, with light green eyes that I found mesmerizing every time I looked into their depths and full, ruby-red lips that I found myself yearning to kiss.

It was wrong to feel that way about one’s own Ammī-in-law, I knew that, but I couldn’t help the way that I felt about her.

Well, so many of my Ammīs-in-law were themselves maintaining their Live in Relationship with me, along with their daughters too.

True, most of them were not my Ammīs-in-law when they started their Live in Relationship with me.

Their daughters made them my Ammīs-in-law afterwards, in most cases.

But in some cases it was vice versa as well.

Here it was again the same, it it would happen, ultimately.

Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had short platinum-blonde hair stylishly cut and combed in a pixie-style that always had my hormones a-flowing.

Her Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān skin seemed to be tanned all over.

With a huge, juicy-looking round great Saůūdī Årab Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass I was just dying to squeeze and fondle, Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had a truly spectacular, voluptuous figure that any red-blooded Hindu would’ve lusted after.

She had long, slim legs that just drove me crazy with desire.

It took all of my willpower to keep my hands off her.

Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb had a warm, friendly vibe about her that everyone seemed to notice as soon as they met her and got on very well with almost everyone that she met.

Her only vice, however, was alcohol.

In addition, of course it was a great vice.

Alcohol had broken most of the marriages in West already.

Alcohol had made incest respected even among most of the Westerners.

Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb couldn’t say no to the drink.

It seemed to rule over her life.

I loved my Ammī-in-law immensely and wanted Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb to be happy.

She needed to get on with her life, putting both her loser of an ex-husband and the alcohol behind her, but it was all really up to Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb herself to make the effort and have a go at moving on.

We met Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb at the airport without much fuss at all and managed to get through Security.

It was extremely tight after 9/11.

The plane was half an hour late, but we finally got on-board and got airborne, heading southwest towards Vegas, America’s gambling Mecca.

Not the best place for Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb to be travelling to if she was going to kick drinking booze.

However, it was too late to back out of things now!

We quickly got down to having fun as soon as we arrived at our Las Vegas hotel, as it was a very bright and sunny day and it had just passed 12 noon.

The Musalmān ladies quickly decided to get changed into their bathing suits and head on down to the swimming pools out the side of the 5-star resort.

I promised to join them later but wanted to get unpacked and have a juice by myself before getting into the holiday spirit.

While the two Musalmān Beauties went into the large bedroom to get changed into their swimwear, I went over to the oak wood bar to fix myself a glass of juice.

I drank back and I was filling up the glass again when Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and her Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb came out of the bedroom.

Both were dressed in the skimpiest little G-string bikinis I had ever seen.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately saluted both of them.

And I sympathized with my Uncut Hindu Prick.

I couldn’t believe how tiny the Musalmān ladies’ triangular patches of swimwear were over their private parts.

In addition, I even noticed that both of them had a severe case of camel-toe as their bikini briefs were riding up their meaty awfully stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy-slits.

With a massive Hindu boner thrusting up against my pants, I stayed behind the bar so that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī and Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb wouldn’t notice my state of arousal.

The Hindus were already infamous for fucking Musalmān Beauties everywhere.

I was even more so.

I felt a twitch of arousal course through my body, as I imagined the two hot Musalmān broads walking around down by the pool, with their formidable Musalmān assets so openly displayed for the entire world to see.

Moreover, it really turned me on to think about all the Hindus who were going to get stiff as a board in their pants when they saw the Ammī/daughter pair.

Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī‘s little swimsuit was dark purple in color.

It barely covered the bits that had to be covered for decency’s sake.

I couldn’t blame Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī that he couldn’t bear his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Sunni Musalmān wife to expose her private assets so liberally everywhere.

Even I could only bear it because Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was not my duly married wife.

She was Live in Relationship Partner only.

Her Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb wore the same type of swimmers but in the light orange color.

It could easily be understood why she was divorced now.

No man that had any self-respect left in him, could bear himself being humiliated for his wife is so liberal to others in public.

Her poor ex-husband.

I sympathized with him too.

Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb’s mammoth tits were barely contained by her bikini bra, and I couldn’t help but gawk at my Ammī-in-law despite the fact that my Live in Relationship Partner Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was right in front of me.

“You like, I see,” Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī commented wryly, staring into my eyes then glancing down at my lap, behind the bar and out of her sight.

She knew that I had a massive Hindu erection from both her own barely-there swimsuit and the one her luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Ammī was wearing.

And I could tell that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was excited about it.

She looked over at her Ammī Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb, who laughed softly and looked over at me with a mischievous gleam in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān eyes.

They were enjoying the fact that I was horny as hell and gagging to fuck them both.

I felt it in my Hindu bones.

They were having a fun old time teasing and flaunting themselves in front of me.

Suddenly, I was looking upon this entire vacation in a totally different light.

This could just turn out to be the most fantastic two weeks of my life!

I thought hopefully to myself as I realized that Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī was encouraging her own Ammī to flaunt her wares to get me all riled up.

Suddenly, I snapped.

I couldn’t take their open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sensuality any longer.

With Tajallī Sheikħ Wahāb right standing right beside my Live in Relationship Partner, I walked straight around the bar and went over to Tahajjud Åbbās Hāshmī.

I bravely unbuttoned my pants and pushed them down around my knees, so that my achingly hard Uncut Hindu Prick was pushing out against my underwear.

I grabbed my Live in Relationship Partner around her waist and pulled her body against me.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ’s two daughters, Tawħīd Afzal and Furqān Afzal, had always been close from the time they were little girls.

And though they did have disagreements at times like most sisters do, for the most part, they were inseparable.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, and I had been quite young when her girls came along.

My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, was eighteen when Tawħīd Afzal had been born.

Furqān Afzal came along three years later, six months after My Live in Relationship Partner, Durdānah Sheikħ, and I had gotten together since Durdānah Sheikħ’s husband, Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb, could not believe Durdānah Sheikħ was my friend yet she didn’t have any sexual relationship with me.

Durdānah Sheikħ had shouted,

“You are crazy, Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb. I never wanted to work. You insisted”

“Yessss! ” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb hissed in quite desperate indignation, “I insisted you should work, not you should have an affair with your Hindu employer.”

“My Hindu employer?” Durdānah Sheikħ laughed in ironic frustration, “How many women you think Durgesh can fuck?”

“He is hyper sexual.” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb thundered.

It was Ved Nagar, the utmost recent, utmost modern, City on the globe.

It was a knot of people gathering outside the brilliantly lighted Ashvinātam EV door.

It was one of the offices of many political departments that lined the ground levels solidly in this section.

I asked the nearest person in an automatic tone of authority,

“What’s going on?”

The Musalmān Beauty I addressed was standing on tiptoe, said,

“Allah, yā Allah! Damned if I know. I just got here.”

Someone else said excitedly,

“They got those blasphemous Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs in there. It’s the hell now. They have gone beyond every limit.”

“They are trying the patience of the Musalmīn since the Musalmīn lost their political power.” A Mullah said indignantly, “Now they are fucking our thoroughly educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties so openly. What more we need to witness. The Qayāmat has come, I say.”

“Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr is right.” Someone shouted.

“I think maybe they’ll throw them out here. Allah, yā Allah! I’d like to take them apart.”

I looked indignantly at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħadījah Muħammad, and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me,

“They are politically motivated.”

“What do you mean?”

“They are the Congresspersons, the losers.” Kħadījah Muħammad put her hand appreciatively on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s back.

Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr smiled peacefully.

“Kħadījah Muħammad,” I addressed my Chief Live in Relationship Partner somewhat indignantly, “will you please tell also me, something?”

“They are politically motivated. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right.” Kħadījah Muħammad said furiously.

“Kħadījah Muħammad, please! Why are you praising Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, nowadays, on every black or white she does?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“Well, I haven’t blackened anything till now, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

I plunged into the crowd,

“Let me through. Let me through. I have my own office too, here.”

They made way.

I caught words behind me,

“…take them apart. They don’t deserve to live anymore now. Split them down separate from each other.”

And someone else laughed.

I turned a little cold.

Ved Nagar, the City, was the acme of efficiency.

Yet it made demands of its inhabitants too.

Doubtlessly some of the Musalmīn were angry as their favourite political party so far, Congress was losing its every game politically constantly since Anna Hazare had emerged as a mass leader in India.

Almost all of the educated Musalmīn even were criticizing UPA 2 now.

Even its resignation and announcement of Midterm 2012 had not solved its problems.

One after another every dirty political game the Congress had played so far had been exposed.

UPA 2 couldn’t purchase entire media persons this time.

There were so many patriotic true newshound media persons too who refused to be sold out.

There was no Somnāth Chatterjī too who could save UPA 2, as Somnāth Chatterjī had saved UPA 1, ignoring shamelessly all the evidences of Cash for Vote.

I remembered the desperate shameless rally of Congress when UPA 2 was compelled to resign by a grand mass movement of Anna Hazare.

But there was no gain for Congress.

Even its desperate rally failed miserably.

The Court had declared the winning of ‘No Confidence Motion’ by UPA 1, was illegal.

As PV Narsingh Rao’s government was guilty in the matter of Jharkhand, so was the UPA 1 government too.

UPA 2, consequently, had no other alternative except to resign and announce Midterm 2012.***

The interior of the Office was emptier than the street outside.

The Office Manager, with commendable foresight, had thrown the Ashvinātam E.V. door early in the game.

It had prevented potential troublemakers from entering successfully.

It also kept the principals in the argument from leaving.

It was important to abate the notorious political activities of the losers.

I got through the Ashvinātam E.V. door fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

She was on her fours.

Kħadījah Muħammad and Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr followed us licking my Uncut Hindu Lund visiting Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

The Office Manager ran to us instantly.

Muħammad Naåīm Ħasan was the Office Manager here.

He had called Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan compelled Kħadījah Muħammad, Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr and me to accompany her.

He was talking loudly,

“Bājī, my Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs are hired by me under thoroughly constitutional and legal permission from the competent government authorities and court. All of them have all the necessary legal degrees in Eīshān Vigyān and legal papers that they are authorized to work in such a capacity. I am perfectly within my constitutional and legal rights.”

There were three Ashvinātam Sharīr Yantrs at the rear of the department.

The Shaktimān Hindus were aged somewhere around thirty years.

Their Sharīr Yantr Partners were three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Beauty, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Irānī Musalmān Beauty and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Aħmadī Musalmān Beauty.

The Musalmān Beauties were also on their fours.

The Shaktimān Hindus were behind them on their knees, holding their Sharīr Yantr Partners by their slim Musalmān waists.

Their thoroughly efficient Uncut Hindu Lunds were visiting the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunts of their efficiently competent Sharīr Yantr Partners.

Six beautiful Musalmān ladies were standing near the Ashvinātam E.V. door.

The political grandstanders were smart enough not to include Musalmān males in them.

Yet a quite large number of such Musalmīn was outside, not permitted, unsuccessful, to enter.

“All right, now,” said I, crisply, “what’s going on? What’s all the fuss about?”

“My wife, Durdānah Sheikħ has been permitted here to work, not to get fucked by you.” Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb shouted at me.

“Who is fucking your wife, Durdānah Sheikħ?” I asked patiently, “Answer me without shouting. Otherwise the police guards here would arrest you. Understand?”

Muħammad Afzal Aurangzeb was pre-determined to make a scene.

He was paid to do so.

But he was not paid to be arrested even.

So, he cooled down somewhat.

Chapter 26

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