Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were so scared they did some research on the internet about putting a baby up for adoption, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq got so upset by the concept that she started crying.
Muħammad knew consequently now, if she was pregnant that not only would she have the baby, but she wouldn’t give it up too.
Muħammad wondered whether it was only the mother inherent or she wanted to keep the baby because the baby was fathered by Durgesh, not by Muħammad.
He felt more jealous of me.
But he knew he couldn’t compete with me ever as far as the sex was concerned.
I was the man who is celebrity now because I can fuck extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other Musalmān Beauties as much as they damn pleased.
It was my virtue now, not my vice.
I was being invited now in the functions and celebrations to fuck the perfectly respected Musalmān Houseladies invited there respectfully.
It was their greatest honor now that the host arranged them to be fucked by Durgesh the greatest openly.
How the hell Muħammad could blame Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq then to crave for my son in her womb, if she really craved for him?
Honestly Muħammad didn’t know what I’d do.
They loved each other and they were even married, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were both matured.
Muħammad was 44, and she 38, a great Beauty still now.
Would Muħammad want to be the father of actually Durgesh’s son from Muħammad’s wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
But thankfully Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq got her period.
To celebrate, Muħammad got them a bottle of bubbly, and she gave me an incredible blowjob in the celebration.
Muħammad was annoyed that I’d again stolen the scene.
Almost every respectful Musalmān houselady, invited in the celebration, was fucked by me openly with all the due respect to her.
The Musalmān husbands, Musalmān fathers, Musalmān brothers, everyone even clapped praising the excellent Hindu sex kicks I was providing to their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives, Musalmān daughters, Musalmān sisters etcetera.
It was in manners now.
Muħammad gritted his teeth.
But he was helpless to do anything to stop it.
Muħammad could not believe it’s really happening now everywhere.
The Ammīs proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān daughters to fuck them to their heart’s content.
The Ammīs in law proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān daughters in law to fuck them to their heart’s content.
The Bājīs, the elder sisters, proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān younger sisters, if they were adult, to fuck them to their heart’s content.
Every extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady herself handed me over to another extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady related to her, after I fucked her herself to her heart’s content.
Muħammad was surprised how easily and how naturally it was done, sophisticatedly.
It was natural now.
And it was not a fantasy.
It was the cold and hard truth.
Yes, the morals of the society were still not changed forever.
But I was an exception to the morals.
Their relationship with me changed.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s awkwardness with me was gone.
We kidded and joked around like buddies, though I was sixty four, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was thirty eight and Muħammad was forty four.
It made Muħammad jealous, but whenever Muħammad saw Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me together acting so familiar, to his immense surprise his cock stirred.
It never felt any shame or embarrassment as much as to lose its hardness.
It hardened instead.
The more he thought of me fucking his extremely beautiful Musalmān wife wildly the more his cock hardened.
Was my Uncut Hindu Cock in his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was an inspiration now for Muħammad, instead of humiliation?
The more he watched me fucking his wife, the more he found his own manly vigor increased.
He was horrified.
Yet, to test whether his conclusion was correct he started to watch the video recording of my sexual intercourses with his own wife, before going to bed with her.
To his immense surprise he found his performance miraculously increased.
Even Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq commented smiling,
“Hey, learning how to fuck from Durgesh?”
Muħammad winked at her.
“I have every right to learn from him how to fuck. He is fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife now. Isn’t he?”
Muħammad guessed it was inevitable now we’d have another threesome.*
It started innocently enough.
We all decided to watch a movie on cable.
But the movie was boring.
Soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were laughing and making fun of the storyline and corny lines.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were all sitting on the sofa, and as we joked around there was a lot of touching and rubbing.
At first Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad weren’t aware of all the touching, but then all at the same time we realized Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were bunched together on the sofa, with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq squished between Muħammad and me.
The sexual tension immediately went through the roof.
Before Muħammad knew it, Muħammad and I were kissing and feeling up Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She switched back and forth, first kissing Muħammad, then turning and kissing me.
As she kissed Muħammad, Muħammad unbuttoned her blouse, and I pulled it off her without any hesitation now, whatsoever.
Then, when she turned to kiss me, Muħammad unsnapped her bra and My hands immediately went into her loosen bra cups to cup and fondle her exquisite Musalmān breasts.
It was as if Muħammad and I were in synchronization.
I undid Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s jeans, and then Muħammad pulled them down her long legs.
Well, Muħammad never realized it even.
I pulled off her panties, and then Muħammad dived between her legs to eat her out as I kissed her and fondled her tits and rubbed her nipples.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis herself now.
She loved Muħammad’s tongue on and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh never gave her this pleasure.
He was the Champion of Vaginal Sex.
Durgesh never liked to eat her despite the fact that Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was utmost tasty.
As we continued to kiss and grope each other, Muħammad put on a condom and plunged his rock hard cock into her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Allah, God, she was so wet.
To his immense surprise, Muħammad actually wanted to see me fuck her, instead of fucking her himself.
What an excellent scene!
Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund filling Muħammad’s wife’s exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Both of them fucking wildly each other savagely.
Muħammad was horrified.
Was Muħammad a cuckold now?
Did Muħammad love to be cuckold to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and her Hindu lover Durgesh?
But even then, even after the great realization to humiliate him immensely, after a while Muħammad pulled out.
“Your turn,” Muħammad said to me.
Muħammad is really a cuckold Musalmān husband now.
Instead of fucking his wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq himself, he was more than eager to hand over her to me, inviting me to fuck her.
But, to be honest and sincere, wasn’t it a fact that Durgesh’s sixty four years old ever young Uncut Hindu Lund looked excellent filling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s thirty eight years old comparatively young, yet immensely sophisticated, Musalmān Cunt?
Well, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was crazy to swallow Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
And Muħammad himself was crazy to watch it.
I patiently switched places with Muħammad, and as I took off my jeans, Muħammad kissed and fondled Muħammad’s wife.
“Durgesh would fuck you real good now, babe, mine was only a formal husbandly duty. The real fuck is coming to you now with Durgesh the greatest.” Muħammad hissed into her ear, and she moaned ecstatically.
Muħammad looked over at me.
I had my monster Uncut Hindu Cock out.
Muħammad should have told me to put on a condom, but Muħammad didn’t.
She’s on the pill, Muħammad reasoned to himself.
As I mounted her, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hugged me hard and groaned into my mouth.
“Allah!Oh God!” she moaned, “Durgesh, you are so fucking big!”
“Biggest?” I winked at her, lustfully.
“Certainly.” She smiled appreciating me immensely.
I reached down to squeeze her tits, and there wasn’t enough room for both of us, so Muħammad took a step back to watch.
I grinned at Muħammad, as if that was what I wanted, to have Muħammad’s wife all to myself.
I fucked her good and hard and sent to her an amazing orgasm, just like the other times.
Then I came hard shooting my Hindu seed into her young fertile Musalmān womb.
I kissed her as we came down from our orgasms.
“Come on, get off! Jījū, after all, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq is my wife, not yours. Fuck my sisters until you damn please, not my wife.” Muħammad said annoyed, hitting me on the arm.
I pulled out and Muħammad got between Muħammad’s wife’s legs.
Her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gaped open and milky Hindu cream oozed from her ardent Musalmān lips.
The sight got Muħammad so hot Muħammad felt like Muħammad was going to faint.
Muħammad took off the condom ─ it didn’t matter at that point ─ and plunged into her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She felt incredibly loose, but knowing how she got that way, turned Muħammad on.
Muħammad fucked her hard, but Muħammad noticed she wasn’t responding as passionately with Muħammad as with me.
Muħammad told himself it was because she’d just cum.
Muħammad came hard, adding his sperm to Mine.
Afterwards, I didn’t leave like the other times.
Instead, relieved of the sexual tension, we all laughed and joked around.
It was still early so we decided to watch a different movie.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped a blanket around herself.
Both Muħammad and I put on our boxers.
Muħammad put on his t-shirt too.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq sat between us as before, naked under the blanket.*
As Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad watched the movie, Muħammad noticed Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq stealing glances at me, at my muscular Hindu arms and six pack.
Muħammad got involved in the movie.
Then Muħammad felt Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq moving under her blanket, and heard her moan softly.
Muħammad looked over, and saw the blanket moving.
I was fucking her!
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq saw Muħammad looking, then they locked eyes.
She wore a desperate, aroused look.
Muħammad got hard, leaned over and kissed her, pulling the blanket away.
Now that she had Muħammad’s permission, she reached over and slid a hand into My shorts.
Muħammad heard me groan as she wrapped her fingers around My Uncut Hindu Cock.
So here Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were, Muħammad kissing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, and she and I playing with each other.
I leaned over and squeezed one of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s nipples, making her gasp.
She turned to me and we kissed, our passion hot and urgent.
As we kissed and fondled, Muħammad began feeling like a third wheel.
I got between her legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq herself pulled down my shorts.
Almost as an after-thought, I said to Muħammad,
“Let me go first this time, okay Muħammad?”
I said it like a question, but I was already positioning My Uncut Hindu Cock between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
With a huge lurch I impaled her on my Hindu shaft, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunting and pushing back to meet my extremely powerful Hindu thrust.
Pretty soon we were going at it, our fucking desperate and fervent.
It was as if Muħammad wasn’t even there.
Helpless, utmost disappointed, Muħammad moved to a chair across from us, and watched as I brought Muħammad’s wife to another massive orgasm.
You might think these threesomes with me would hurt Muħammad’s relationship with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, but instead we grew closer.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was giddy all the time.
She had a normal upbringing, if maybe a little conservative because of her religion, so her hookups with a guy not her husband were exciting: “break the rules” kind of things for her.
From her point of view, yes, she was acting sluttish, but she had her duly married Musalmān husband’s permission, so it was okay.
For Muħammad, it was so exciting to see Muħammad’s wife taken by me.
Muħammad felt he was crazily obsessed perhaps to watch his tremendously attractive thirty eight years old, utmost sophisticated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, being fucked by me savagely.
He loved to watch it.
To his horror, Muħammad actually enjoyed it imagining that it was not I, he himself was instead that was fucking his wife so wildly.
Muħammad hated himself for it.
But he couldn’t get rid of his imaginations, nevertheless.
He was helpless.
He knew he had self hypnotized himself to his own immense disadvantage.
Moreover, he is still self hypnotizing himself to the same more and more.
He was addicted now to watch my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund invading his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Choot.
Muħammad couldn’t explain it, but just thinking about it made Muħammad dizzy with excitement.
Yes, it was gut wrenching, but so thrilling.
Muħammad didn’t like the way Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and I acted around each other, outside the bedroom.
Our actions were a little more intimate, touchy-feely than before ─ not as a boyfriend/girlfriend, but more than platonic friends.
Muħammad’s friends noticed it, and some of them even told Muħammad better watch out for me because I was making moves on Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Muħammad tried telling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq his concerns, but talking about it got Muħammad excited and hard, despite the anguish, so it always ended up with us having amazing sex.
Muħammad’s reaction got Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq believing it excited Muħammad when she flirted with me in front of our friends ─ which it did ─ so she started doing it more, delighted by how kinky and demented Muħammad was.
To celebrate Muħammad’s birthday, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq threw him a party with about 30 of our friends.
She looked amazing.
She was a head shorter than Muħammad at 5-3, with a petite slim body.
She’s got soft blonde hair that goes passed her shoulders, and a girl-next-door pretty face with freckles across her cheeks that match her bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality.
Her breasts were attractive, she wore a 32 a/b cup but perky, and she’d got amazing long legs with slim pretty feet.
See preferred jeans and flats over skirts and heels.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hated wearing pantyhose, feeling they were too constricting.
It was natural therefore, it surprised Muħammad that not only did she wear a dress to Muħammad’s birthday party, a little black number, but also sheer nude pantyhose, and spiky high heels.
Muħammad didn’t know where she got the high heels, Muħammad didn’t know she even owned any.
But she looked incredible!
The dress was low cut so it showed the soft swell of her bosom.
Muħammad thought she wore a push up bra as her boobs looked bigger than normal, and it ended way higher than her knees so it showed off most of her legs.
Her legs looked even more amazing than usual in the silky nylons and high heels.
Even though it was Muħammad’s birthday party, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq spent as much time with me as she didn’t even with Muħammad.
Muħammad thought our friends thought it was because she was tipsy from beer, but given how touchy-feely the two of us had been lately, he was sure all Muħammad’s friends thought Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was cheating on Muħammad with me as her lover.
More than once when the three of us were clustered in a group with other people, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq ignored Muħammad completely.
Entirely unashamed of herself, her eyes and attention used to be solely on me.
One time Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq went up to Muħammad and whispered into his ear,
“Doesn’t Durgesh look so hot tonight?” She giggled seeing the flash of excitement on Muħammad’s face, then walked away.
Around midnight Muħammad looked around for Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq but couldn’t find her anywhere.
I wasn’t around either.
We’d been all over each other all night, so Muħammad was pretty sure Muħammad knew what we were doing.
Fucking each other somewhere, wildly, savagely, as even animals were ashamed to do, what else?
Most of the people were still there so our absence wasn’t noticeable, but soon it would be, if we didn’t show up soon.
Just as Muħammad was about to have an anxiety attack, we walked in … together! WTF, couldn’t Durgesh and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq have at least come in separately?!
I said something about going out for some air, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her dress creased.
In other words, she looked freshly fucked!
Muħammad could tell, and so could all Muħammad’s friends.
And they knew it was I that was fucking her.
Many of Muħammad’s friends looked at Muħammad questioningly, wondering why Muħammad wasn’t taking a slug at me.
Muħammad’s gut wrenched with jealousy and insecurity, yet at the same time his cock was hard as a rock.
His cock always hardened whenever he even thought of me, fucking his wife.
Damn his ever unfaithful cock.
It always hardened when it should have gone limp, out of sheer utmost humiliation of himself.
After Muħammad didn’t do anything, the party got back to normal, although there was a lot of whispering and gossiping going on.
Muħammad tried to catch Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s eye but she ignored Muħammad completely, still giving me all her attention, as if I myself was her husband, instead of Muħammad.
Finally when Muħammad thought Muħammad couldn’t take it anymore she came over and pulled Muħammad aside.
They had a few moments of privacy, and she kissed Muħammad open mouth.
“Can you taste Durgesh, Muħammad? He was in my mouth not long ago,” she whispered into Muħammad’s ear. Then she pushed Muħammad’s hand up her dress. The upper thighs of her pantyhose were soaked. “That’s Durgesh, his Hindu cum, spilling out of me.”
It was too much, Muħammad lurched and came in his pants.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled delightfully.
“Muħammad, I guess you’re having a good birthday,” she giggled.
“Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, wait,” Muħammad pleaded. “Everyone knows you fucked Durgesh just now. They all think you’re cheating on me.”
She shook her head and gave Muħammad a knowing look.
“They might suspect something, but they don’t know.”
Muħammad wasn’t so sure about that.
Muħammad cleaned himself up and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad re-entered the party holding hands.
Later that night back at his apartment, Muħammad pushed Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s dress up around her waist.
Her black thong panties were visible through the sheer tan nylon of her pantyhose, and the pantyhose from her crotch to mid-thighs were soaked.
“Durgesh cums a lot,” she giggled.
“Where did he fuck you?” Muħammad asked hoarsely, Muħammad’s fingers tracing the wet area of her pantyhose.
“Outside, in the back. He fucked me against the fence.”
“Weren’t you worried someone would go outside and see you? A lot of people already think you’re cheating on me.” Muħammad pulled off her pantyhose and panties and pushed his cock into her.
She felt loose and extremely wet.
One good thing about this thing with Muħammad, she no longer insisted Muħammad wear a condom, finally deciding the pill was safe enough.
She shrugged, but Muħammad caught a flash of excitement in her eye.
The excitement wasn’t from his cock though, she barely reacted to Muħammad’s being inside her, but then I was a lot bigger than Muħammad.
No, her excitement had to do with people thinking she was cheating on me.
She’d been raised Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, and had always had the reputation of being a pristine, goody-two-shoes girl.
Maybe she liked people thinking she had a bad girl streak.
As Muħammad moved inside her, she said,
“In the middle of fucking me, we heard Shyām on the other side of the fence, talking on the phone. We had to stop until he left.” She flushed excitedly.
Shyām was Muħammad’s best friend, they’d been best friends since grade school.
“God, Muħammad, Shyām wasn’t two feet from us, on the other side of the fence, and Durgesh was inside me. What if he had opened the gate and saw us. How would you like that? Shyām seeing your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fucking Durgesh. Would you like that? Or maybe you’d want me to suck Durgesh off for Shyām, so he wouldn’t tell anyone. Would you like that? If I sucked Durgesh off and let him cum in my mouth?”
It was too much, Muħammad grunted and lurched and came.
Muħammad collapsed onto Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, physically and emotionally spent.
They lay in the darkness, their bodies entwined.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can do this,” Muħammad said. “I mean, it’s exciting, but, I mean, it’s almost too exciting.”
They talked a long time after that.
It was exciting for both of them, but it had drawbacks too.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq admitted it wasn’t the best thing for her if everyone thought she was cheating on Muħammad.
Muħammad was nervous throughout the conversation, because Muħammad thought she might break up with Muħammad, deciding she’d rather be with the more hunky Durgesh.
Muħammad knew Durgesh would take her in a second, he’d always thought she was hot, and even more so now that he’d seen her naked and knew how great she was in bed.
But to Muħammad’s relief she never even broached breaking up.
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Muħammad’s wife Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were making love in Muħammad’s bedroom.
Nothing was wrong there in it.
It came afterwards.
Muħammad had one hand inside her blouse and another up her skirt, and it was just getting really good when Muħammad’s Hindu brother in law, his extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh, walked in.
“Whoa, sorry,” I said seeing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad. “Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Muħammad felt bad because Muħammad knew I’d get no sleep outside in the dorm common room.
Muħammad pulled a blanket over Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad and told me to stay a while.
Muħammad figured the least they could do is drink a beer with me before dismissing me out.
Muħammad could tell Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed, and Muħammad felt her buttoning up her blouse and pulling her skirt down under the blanket.
One beer led to another.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad had already had some before I got there.
Moreover, I never took beer.
I was accompanying them with juice, instead of beer.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were getting pretty buzzed.
I rolled a joint.
Soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were high on beer and grass.
Muħammad started kissing and fondling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
The blanket got pushed off and Muħammad’s hands were inside her blouse and up her skirt again.
It got so hot Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both forgot about me.
When Muħammad remembered, Muħammad looked over to me and expected to see me asleep, or politely pretending to be asleep, at least.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I was deliberately, intently, watching as Muħammad kissed and fondled Muħammad’s wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Surprisingly, being watched by me turned Muħammad on.
So Muħammad didn’t stop or tell me to look away.
Instead, Muħammad unbuttoned Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse so he had a clear view of her lacy bra.
Right around then Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq remembered that I was in the room.
Muħammad suddenly felt her body tense.
Maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad whispered “Let’s give Durgesh a show.”
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”
I heard them whispering.
They knew it.
Yet in their blurred opinion, I must have thought Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were trying to figure out how to get rid of me, because I too said,
“I guess I’ll hit the sack outside.”
Again, maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad said,
“Hey Jījū, don’t leave on our account.”
Muħammad started kissing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq again, and she didn’t stop Muħammad when Muħammad pulled off her blouse.
Muħammad reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pulled it off her arms and tossed it on the floor, leaving Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq topless before my eyes.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq pressed her palms on her skirt when Muħammad tried pushing it up, stopping Muħammad momentarily, but Muħammad moved her hands and pushed it up around her waist.
Muħammad quickly pulled off her panties.
It joined her bra on the floor.
Then Muħammad moved in between her legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed being topless with her skirt around her waist, and Muħammad between her spread legs.
She covered her eyes with her arm.
But that didn’t stop her from moaning when Muħammad licked between her folds and flicked his tongue across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.
I looked totally turned on.
I motioned to a chair next to Muħammad’s bed and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
I moved over to the chair.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s arm still covered her eyes, but Muħammad thought she sensed me sitting next to the bed.
Now I was within arm’s reach of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s naked Musalmān breasts, her flat Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stomach, her long shapely legs.
Muħammad knew I thought she was super-hot.
To my credit I controlled myself from reaching out and groping her.
But that didn’t stop me from unzipping my own fly too and pulling out my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I was big, which bothered Muħammad, especially when I gave Muħammad a “I know you’re impressed” look.
I started exhibiting my exquisite unique legendary Uncut Hindu meat and if anything I got even bigger.
All of a sudden Muħammad felt jealous, with me getting hot looking at Muħammad’s wife.
Usually Muħammad’d get Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq off with his tongue and then fuck her, but Muħammad didn’t want to wait now.
Muħammad wanted to show Mr. Big Uncut Hindu Dick what I’d never be able to do.
So, Muħammad pulled on a condom and positioned his cock between her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips and pushed in.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as Muħammad did so, and Muħammad smiled at me, Muħammad’s message clear: you can only look, Hindu Jījū.
Muħammad cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples as Muħammad fucked her, then kissed her.
She finally moved her arm away from her face, but kept her eyes closed.
Muħammad leaned back and put her long legs over his shoulders and then started to really pound her.
Muħammad’s hard fucking caused her to open her eyes, and she looked at Muħammad at first, and then turned her head slightly and looked at me.
Well, not at my face, but at my superb unique legendary hard Uncut Hindu Cock, which was just inches from her face.
I was sitting right next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad.
Muħammad didn’t fault her for what she did next.
By that time Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were all lost in lust, and it seemed like the natural thing to do.
But when Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s lips formed an O, Muħammad’s head practically exploded.
Without any hesitation, I leaned forward off the chair and then, just like that, my extremely hard, unique, legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was in Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I pushed in and, to stop herself from gagging, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq reflexively wrapped her hand around my Uncut Hindu rod to keep me from pushing further into her mouth.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s beautiful delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock kind of gave me permission to touch her.
After all, she was even more than touching me herself first.
Wasn’t Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
So, one of my hands went behind her beautiful head, my fingers grasping her soft blonde hair, and my other hand went down to her tits.
I’d seen how Muħammad’d fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, the way I’d learned she liked it, and I did it the same way, causing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to moan even with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Despite Muħammad’s feelings, the sight of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq blowing me was too much.
Muħammad could not control himself any longer.
He came immediately.
Now though, with Muħammad’s lust sated, the sight of me inside Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth caused Muħammad’s heart to ache.*
Muħammad leaned back disheartened.
His soft cock slid out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The condom fell off his dick onto the floor.
Muħammad got off the bed intending to get me to stop, but he thought I misinterpreted his actions.
Before Muħammad could react I’d moved around him onto the bed, between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s still spread ravenous Musalmān legs.
Then I pushed in, and just like that I was fucking Muħammad’s wife now more fiercely than even Muħammad did.
Again, even then, Muħammad didn’t fault Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She hadn’t cum yet, so she was still lost in lust.
She wrapped her legs around My legs inadvertently and met not even equally, but even more aggressively than myself each of my wild Hindu thrusts.
To make it even worst, I leaned down and started kissing her while I fucked her.
Muħammad’s heart sank as Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Moments later, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled into the mattress and her body shook in orgasm, moaning into My Hindu mouth as I French kissed her through her orgasm.
I had incredible staying power.
I put her shapely legs over my shoulders as Muħammad’d done, and then pounded her so hard I practically shoved her into the headboard.
It was like watching a porno flick.
And, to his immense humiliating surprise, Muħammad couldn’t help getting aroused again.
Despite the fact it was Muħammad’s own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, getting pounded by me─ or maybe because it was Muħammad’s own wife ─ Muħammad got rock hard again.
Muħammad sat in the chair next to the bed and stroked himself as I fucked the brains out of Muħammad’s extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
At one point Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad in the chair playing with himself as she got fucked by me.
The next time she looked a few moments later, Muħammad was spurting all over Muħammad’s hand.
Muħammad thought she came at least once more.
But I still kept on fucking her more and more vigorously.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq shouted involuntarily in wild animal lust,
“Bravo, that’s right, fuck me. Fuck me, Durgesh, as none has fucked me ever. Fuck me in every sex position possible and even impossible, if you can. Watch, even my husband is enjoying our wild animal sex now. Fuck me now until I exist.”
Muħammad was stunned and dumbfounded.
He never even imagined, his own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, would welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so wildly, so entirely unashamed of herself.*
I kept pounding her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq kept responding me more fiercely and more aggressively than even myself.
Muħammad never knew his wife was so ravenous to get my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
But the fact was before his own eyes.
Suddenly he remembered it was being telecast alive on the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements.
Muħammad was suddenly horrified.
The millions of persons who loved to watch the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements, were watching now Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, being fucked by me in every possible and even every impossible sex position if I can fuck her in that.
Allah, why the hell had he permitted the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements to fix TV Cameras in his own bedroom?
But how could he refuse to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?
She has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She wanted his cooperation.
Muħammad couldn’t afford to refuse.
Even then he had protested.
“Your people have already fixed cameras in my entire Musalmān houseladies’ bedrooms who have sexual relations with Durgesh. But it’s my bedroom.”
“We want your wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, too enjoy Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had told him smiling cunningly.
Muħammad had as if fallen from seventh sky.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed melodically.
“Why the you backward Pseudo Musalmīn still believe that you have proprietorial rights even on the bodies of your Musalmān wives? Why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives can’t live nude if they have exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bodies to display openly everywhere if they want to? It’s Ved Nagar. It’s not your bloody Pseudo Musalmān Saåūdī Årab that’s too now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. Modern Democratic Arabia.”
The mega sex session of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me lasted even more than one complete month.
“It’s your wife’s Honeymoon with Durgesh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed, “Let everyone watch how happy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund can make your extremely beautiful yet ravenous Musalmān houseladies. Don’t ever try to disturb even.”
Countless times Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had her orgasm in the period.
So had I too.
Muħammad suspected Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was even pregnant now with my son in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
But he wasn’t sure.
Finally, I tensed up once more and then I violently slammed into her, again and again.
Finally I pulled out, and Muħammad realized in horror I hadn’t worn a condom.
The evidence of what I’d done was apparent as my milky Hindu cum leaked out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as soon as I pulled out finally.
He was now almost sure I have impregnated her.
Durgesh had the good graces to quickly get off Muħammad’s wife and get into my own bed.
Muħammad got into bed next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both passed out.
The next morning, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad woke up snuggled against each other.
I must have gotten up earlier, he thought, and I had the good graces to not stick around.
It was awkward at first, but soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were giggling and laughing at how wild things had gotten.
Muħammad meant, neither of them were prudes, and even though they hadn’t planned it, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were young and open to new things as long as no one got hurt.
When Muħammad asked how it was to have Durgesh, her eyes got kind of dreamy, and she said,
“Well, Muħammad, I never really thought of him that way, but, well, wow!” Then she saw the insecure look on Muħammad’s face and quickly added, “but of course he’s a Hindu. Naturally, I like you more.”
Muħammad guessed she thought Muħammad needed more reassurance, because she got on top of him and they had a long slow fuck.
He had managed to pretend that it was all right if his wife celebrated her Honeymoon with me so wildly for more than even a complete month.
In his opinion, he hadn’t another option.*
At first Muħammad was pissed, feeling I took advantage of the situation.
Part of it was his own insecurity, however, after seeing me fuck Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
I was more muscular than Muħammad, even at my sixty four, and have a bigger dick, and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq seemed to enjoy both.
But eventually things returned to normal.
In some ways we grew even closer.
Nevertheless it was true.
Muħammad, surprisingly felt himself somewhat indebted and immensely grateful to me that I at least satisfied his wife to her heart’s content sexually that Muħammad could never do.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were husband and wife, but not great friends.
But now I often complimented Muħammad how hot a wife Muħammad’s had, and how lucky Muħammad was.
It was awkward though when the 3 of us were in the same room.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq avoided talking about me, but sometimes Muħammad’d catch her looking at me, indebtedly and gratefully.
Muħammad saw me stealing glances at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq too, even more than I used to.
Muħammad started remaining with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq more to avoid seeing me, but that didn’t give them much privacy because Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s roommates were home a lot more than me.
About a month after it happened, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in my room making out. Muħammad’s had Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse unbuttoned and Muħammad’s hand inside her bra when I walked in.
Didn’t he see the hanger on the door?
They pulled away from each other.
I muttered apologies, but Muħammad noticed even then my eyes were on Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s open blouse.
Muħammad looked at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and to Muħammad’s surprise, her eyes were on My Hindu crotch, entirely unashamed of herself.
There was immense appreciation instead in her eyes.
I wore sweat pants.
My Uncut Hindu Dick made a huge tent in the fleece material.
The attraction between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me was unmistakable.
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.
Muħammad didn’t know what took hold of him.
But instead of asking me out, Muħammad pulled Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to him and started kissing her again.
Muħammad put his hand back inside her bra and rubbed her nipple.
For a while they made out like that, pretending like I wasn’t there.
Muħammad moved down Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s body and pushed up her short skirt.
Muħammad pulled her panties down her long legs.
They were soaking, and her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips glistened with excitement.
Muħammad opened her legs and went down on her.
Muħammad purposely avoided looking at me.
After eating her for a little while, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s moans and writhing became more intense.
Muħammad looked up, not surprised to see me all over her.
We were kissing, and My hands had replaced Muħammad’s on her breasts.
Muħammad was busy in eating her Pussy while Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was kissing me passionately.
I finished taking off her blouse and bra, and expertly rubbed and fondled her tits and nipples.
“Wait, wait,” she panted, out of breath and her chest heaving. She pushed me away. “Muħammad, come here.”
Muħammad moved to her.
She took out Muħammad’s dick and stroked him.
Then she took Muħammad into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Muħammad groaned and Muħammad’s head rolled back with the pleasure.
“That’s so hot!” I said watching Muħammad’s wife give Muħammad head.
Muħammad saw a smile cross Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s face, even with Muħammad’s cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moved between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s legs, and raised an eyebrow at Muħammad.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad too, but her face didn’t reveal what she wanted.
Muħammad’s lust definitely controlled him, all good sense gone.
Muħammad nodded at me, and he gave me a big eager smile.
I pulled out my big Uncut Hindu Cock and moved up between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s thighs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as I entered her.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh God!” she groaned.
She took Muħammad back into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she clearly had trouble concentrating on blowing Muħammad, with I impaling her with my long thick Hindu monster.
She gave up altogether on sucking Muħammad when I put her legs over her shoulder and began pounding her.
Panting, Muħammad moved over to My bed just a few feet away, and sat on the edge of the bed.
I was more muscular than Muħammad and I was an impressive sight with my Hindu body all tensed up as I pounded Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I leaned into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, pressing her legs against her chest, and she clutched the sheets as if holding on for dear life.*
From my vantage point, Muħammad had a clear view of how Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s bare extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, she kept herself hairless except for a tiny landing strip above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, strained to accommodate My Hindu girth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was incredibly long, it was like a python moving in and out of her.
It amazed Muħammad seeing me fucking her.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was so long it seemed to take forever to slide in and out of her as I slow stroked her.
I definitely had an effect on her by her pants and the ecstasy on her face.
It was gut wrenching knowing Muħammad couldn’t fuck her the same way as me.
To make it even worse, Muħammad realized I wasn’t wearing a condom.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was on birth control, but the pill wasn’t fool proof.
Muħammad always wore a condom because she was freaked about getting pregnant.
Her older sister had gotten pregnant and they were Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, so she dropped out of college, married the father and had the baby.
Fortunately her sister loved her husband, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t want that to happen to her.
It surprised Muħammad that Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq let me into her again bareback.
This was the second time.
But then she was so caught up in lust, just like Muħammad himself, she didn’t realize it.
Muħammad could stop me of course but then the memory came to Muħammad of the last time, how my thick baby making Hindu seed oozed out of her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Muħammad got lightheaded with excitement and Muħammad knew Muħammad didn’t have the willpower to stop me from shooting my fertile Hindu sperm into Muħammad’s wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
“Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God!,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq panted as I long stroked her with My Uncut Hindu Cock .
I leaned down and kissed her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t resist, instead she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Muħammad could tell from our cheeks that our tongues were down each other’s throat.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled, and Muħammad knew she was cumming.
She groaned her orgasm into my Hindu mouth, her back arching with the pleasure.
Moments later, My body tensed.
I pushed deepest into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and stayed there, and from my convulsions Muħammad could tell I was cumming too, ejaculating my Hindu seed into her.
Muħammad wondered if I had just gotten Muħammad’s wife pregnant.
Muħammad knew this was her most fertile time of the month.
With that thought Muħammad came too, without even touching himself, his sperm shooting onto his thighs and chest.
I again had the good graces to leave and give Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūqand Muħammad some privacy.
As soon as I left Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad started giggling and laughing, just like last time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in awe at themselves, how wild they’d been, not just once but for the second time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad weren’t prudes, but normal citizens, even hot blooded ones didn’t do this type of thing, did they?
“Muħammad, I can’t believe you actually gave Durgesh permission to fuck me,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled appreciating him.
Muħammad hid his embarrassment with a shrug.
“I don’t know what it is, but seeing Durgesh fucking you really turns me on,” Muħammad said truthfully.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked wide-eyed at Muħammad, and then gave him an excited smile.
“Oh, Allah! My God, Muħammad, that’s so hot!” she said excitedly.
She got on top of Muħammad ─ by that time Muħammad was hard again ─ and they fucked like rabbits.
The next day reality hit.
What would they do if I had knocked up Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
Due to her religious beliefs, getting a morning after pill wasn’t an option, nor was an abortion if it came to that.
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Durgesh Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq
Durgesh Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had never thought of herself as a very sexual being.
She thought she was just like every other person on the planet.
She never thought that touching herself was dirty or wrong.
Pleasure couldn’t be dirty.
Her explorations of her body were all very innocent.
If it felt good, she did it.
However, it wasn’t long before Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq realized the rest of the world didn’t see her sexuality the same way she did.
It wasn’t long after her 18th birthday, and she had been on the couch with her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, and her new Hindu father, me; watching some inane little ashvinātam romantic drama.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved the new trend that Musalmān Beauties were now either having clandestine Hindu lover(s), cuckolding their otherwise tyrant and even terrorist Musalmān Husbands boldly, joining bold clubs like Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, and boldly fighting, even defeating successfully the anti human Musalmīn.
Yes, every Musalmān is not terrorist or tyrant.
But their percentage as compared with the Musalmān husbands was immensely negligible.
The grand thing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved in Islam was its original idea of justice in married life.
If there wasn’t justice, go ahead and divorce.
Even Hinduism didn’t like divorce.
It preaches Satītv and Pātivratý instead.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled ironically.
Satītv and Pātivratý?
There should be a limit, after all, even to every deceit.
The Hindus are better but not to the extent to exercise Satītv and Pātivratý.
Slipping her hand down, she gently rubbed herself.
It took a few moments before her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, realized what she was doing, but when she did all hell broke loose.
That night, her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, had cried and screamed at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and asked her where she had learned to do that.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq could not understand what she had done that was not natural.
Why even her own Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, is acting so backward and so unscientific?
She is not a backward Musalmān lady.
Zaynab bint Mazh’un was a PhD.
She has boldly said to her duly mankūħ Musalmān Husband, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, she didn’t love him anymore.
He isn’t Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu.
He was only named after the great personality.
Only because he has named his children after the historical names of the children of Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu, he doesn’t become Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūqrzu himself.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, was sure some evil person had molested and defiled her innocent daughter.
How her ultra modern Ammī could be so irrational?
However, a quick session with a therapist assured Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, that it was natural exploration and that she shouldn’t make Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq feel guilty for learning about her body.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, relayed this begrudgingly to her daughter, adding in the fact that touching yourself was something you did in private and never in front of other people.
However, it was clear that her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, didn’t approve of such behavior whether in public or private.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq realized that day, that nothing would really be the same between her and her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un.
They might have the same DNA, but they were different people in fundamental ways that would never really allow them to be very close.
After all, she had inherited her genes from her father, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, too.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un’s disapproval was practically tangible in the air.
So Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq taught herself how to please her body in secret.
A stroke here, a gentle pinch there; Masturbating became an art form to her and she practiced it religiously.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was sure Islam was not against genuine physical needs.
She could bring herself to the brink and back off until finally allowing herself the sweet release of an orgasm to crash over her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
As Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq matured, her own hands began not to be quite enough.
Her tremendously stunning, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, Saůūdī Årab, Wahābī Musalmān body ached to be touched by someone else.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq shivered.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, would never approve of it.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had grown up looking lovely.
She looked like sin wrapped up in a blanket of wickedness.
She resembled Nigār Sultānah.
Her full lips were always stuck in an unconscious pout, but they turned up at the corners like she knew a secret that she wasn’t telling anyone.
Her nose was considered classically beautiful, and her ice blue eyes led many people to call her stunning.
Hers was a face that was not easily forgotten.
Silly little 18 year old Hindu boys became her new tools of masturbation.
She realized at a fairly young age that she had a strange ability to control boys.
Often she didn’t even need to use sex outright, the promise of it was usually enough to manipulate a man to her needs.
Just like with her own explorations, the fumbling ministrations of teenage Hindu boys quickly became old and it wasn’t long before she no longer felt satisfied by a quick trip in the back of my car.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq began finding new ways to get her heart racing.
It probably all harkened back to that first day she was caught by her parents.
She would curl up on the couch with her parents, wrapped up in a blanket watching a movie.
Half an hour into the movie, she would slip her hand below her waistband and begin to masturbate.
The threat of discovery lent a dangerous air to those episodes and she never had trouble bringing herself to an earth shattering orgasm.
She was always careful to minimize her movement trying to control the undulation of her hips as that wonderful pressure built up inside her.
She didn’t think her parents had noticed her new daring behavior until one particular night.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was watching a movie with me while her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, was off at some business dinner with her female colleagues.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, was always a leader among even learned Musalmān Beauties.
After all, she was a PhD.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was curled against my side.
I had put my arm around her and was gently rubbing her arm.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hadn’t planned on one of her little escapades that night, but the feel of my fingers on her skin convinced her otherwise.
Slowly she applied some pressure.
She released and did it again.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq gently rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān excellent, exquisite, clit with two fingers, stroking it until she could feel her juices pooling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab excellent, exquisite, Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
Her breathing slowed and she tried to keep her composure.
This was the first time, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had masturbated curled up against me, and the naughtiness of the physical contact was making her more aroused than she’d ever been before.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t even realize it but her hips started to rock back and forth against her own hand.
Her breathing quickened until she was panting softly.
She didn’t even notice my other hand slip below the blanket until it covered her own hand.
“Stop.” I ordered her curtly.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was dumbfounded.
She realized I had known what she was doing and jerked her hand away automatically.
My hand dropped down to where hers had been and the accidental brush of my fingers on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān excellent, exquisite, clit sent her orgasm through Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She knew very well, I fuck immensely beautiful Musalmān Beauties, of every age group, almost 24x7x365.
Riding out her orgasm with my Hindu hand trapped against her.
Once realized what Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had done, she parted her extremely smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs and looked up at me sneakily.
She was expecting screams and yelling like what her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, had done to her before.
But I knew it was not benevolent for her.
Once experienced sexual pleasure it is not easy to control oneself.
It is one thing to preach somebody and it’s quite another thing to follow it yourself.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was surprised to see that while my cheeks were stained pink, I was looking intently at the TV, avoiding all eye contact with her.
“I’m sorry Durgesh. Please, don’t tell it to Ammījān ever.” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq whimpered, tears coming unbidden to her eyes.
She bribed me grabbing my Uncut Hindu Prick.
I looked down at her tenderly and cupped her face, brushing the tears away with my thumb.
“It’s okay, sweetheart,” I told her, kissing her on the forehead. “We’ll just pretend that never happened.”
With that, I turned back to the movie.
I didn’t tell her to leave my prick.
It was immensely hard as soon as Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grabbed it.
I thought she would leave it now.
But Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq misunderstood that I had accepted her bribe.
She squeezed my Uncut Hindu Prick significantly.
I smiled at her.
What did the young bitch wanted from me?
Was she offering herself to me in bribe?
But, after a moment, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq relaxed against my side and we watched the rest of the movie cuddled up together.
That night, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq couldn’t sleep.
She kept replaying what had happened in her head.
Her orgasm had been one of the most intense ones she’d ever had, but she still felt the pressure inside that always let her know when she needed some sexual release.
Her hand drifted lower.
But instead of trying to pull away this time, I was gently pumping my Uncut Hindu Prick into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab excellent, exquisite, Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Is it possible?
Is it possible??
She has felt it now herself.
What a magnificent penis!
Now she understood why the Musalmān Beauties, of every age group, were so crazy to have me between their legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq whimpered,
“Yes Durgesh,” “Fuck me with your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
She did not say Uncut Hindu Prick.
She did not say Uncut Hindu Cock.
She did not say Uncut Hindu Penis.
She did not say Uncut Hindu Dick.
No, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq did not.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq did say ‘Uncut Hindu Lund’.
It felt her more romantic and practical.
That was what she heard her girlfriends say it.
And Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved the magic four words.
That’s what the excellent organ is.
Why pretend any damned impractical sophistication?
Why not accept it boldly what it is?
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq pretended that I was pinching her nipple.
With that image in her mind, it wasn’t hard for her to bring herself to an orgasm, and she stifled her moans by biting her lip.
“That’s right Durgesh! Harder!” Her back arched and she could feel her muscles clench around her fingers.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq licked the juices off her fingers and fell asleep.
The next day, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was unsure about how to act around me, but I treated her no differently than I ever had.
It was Saturday, so we all sat at the kitchen table eating cereal.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, and I read the newspaper and she read the last romance novel Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had gotten from the bookstore.
In other words, it had lots of graphic sex.
Just the kind Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq liked.
“I was thinking of going to visit my Ammī, Zāhidah bint Nasīr, today.” her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, mentioned, “Do either of you want to go?”
I shook my head emphatically.
“No, thanks darling.” we all knew how much her Grand Ammī Zāhidah bint Nasīr, hated me, only because I never refused to any Musalmān Beauty requesting me to fuck her.
“Your Durgesh would fuck even me if I offer him myself.”Zaynab bint Mazh’un’s Ammī, and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s Grand Ammī Zāhidah bint Nasīr, had told her daughter, Zāhidah bint Nasīr, once.
Zaynab bint Mazh’un had smiled teasing her Ammī, Zāhidah bint Nasīr.
“Well, if so, enjoy Durgesh once, Ammījān.
Once with Durgesh,
All the rest is trash.”
Zāhidah bint Nasīr had laughed ironically.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq immediately took
advantage of the situation,
” Neither I want to go, Ammī .”
“It would be nice if you went, but I guess I can’t make you.” Zaynab bint Mazh’un said somewhat curtly.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq knew her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, was pissed by how tightly she managed to purse her lips.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, stomped upstairs to get ready, leaving just Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me sitting at the table.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had been wondering how laid back I was when it came to giving herself pleasure, and ever since Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had woken up that morning, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had intended to test my limits.
Well, she had successfully grabbed and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis already.
It was rock hard.
Well, she could not claim it.
It might have been a normal reaction too.
But, what a Cock!
What a Cock!
She came downstairs in a long t-shirt and boy short underwear on purpose, hoping the sight of her naked legs would turn me on, like I had turned her on.
I hadn’t given any indication of arousal that she could see so she decided to push things even further.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was at a particularly steamy part of the book and she shifted in her chair until the corner of the seat was between her legs.
She straightened her back to increase the pressure, and began to grind against the chair slowly.
‘Sāliħah Muåāwiyah gasped as my swollen Uncut Hindu member pierced her delicate flower. With all the love in my heart I began to move against her. Our union flowered into a passionate embrace and our moans filled the air.’
Her underwear was wet and had slipped between the lips of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab excellent, exquisite, Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She reached one hand up and rubbed her breast over the t-shirt.
She let out a light moan.’
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was so caught up in her book and her own pleasure that she didn’t hear me clear my throat at first.
I did it again and she stopped her movement and looked up at me.
I didn’t look upset or embarrassed, my expression betrayed nothing.
She stared me straight in the eye, heart beating uncontrollably.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq began to grind against the chair again in front of even myself.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was so turned on that she didn’t want to stop.
She simply couldn’t.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wasn’t sure if she was going to comply with my command, but the sound of her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, coming down the stairs, made the decision for her.
She rearranged herself.
So, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was sitting normally again.
Her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, bustled out the door 10 minutes later, making sure that both her Live in relationship Partner, and her daughter, knew Zaynab bint Mazh’un was less than pleased with us.
As the door slammed shut behind her Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un; Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled with the realization that she would now have hours alone with me.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had gotten worked up during breakfast.
But she hadn’t found any release.
And Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was craving now for more.
Now she wanted me inside her.
I was not her real father.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq waited patiently, until she heard me go upstairs and close the bathroom door.
Shedding her T-shirt so that all that remained was her underwear, she followed me to my room and opened the bathroom door.
I was sitting on the toilet with my pants down and my penis standing erect in my lap.
I looked up at her startled, and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was pleased to see my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch in my lap.
“Don’t mind me,” she giggled, bouncing over to the shower and turning it on.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq bounced over to the counter and began to brush her hair.
“Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq!” I yelled, “What the hell are you doing?”
My face was bright red with anger.
Even then, the hell with it.
“I’m just gonna take a shower, Durgesh. You just stay there. You don’t have to leave.” She slid her underwear down her hips and bent over facing the door so she could pull them off completely.
She turned back around and I was still frozen on the toilet.
I had one hand pushing down on my shaft, trying to hide my erection from Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, as much as I could.
No more twenty eights now.
Yes, they have tight virgin Musalmān Cunts yet their buttocks are not as grown as I enjoy playing with, when I fuck them.
Moreover, they act so irresponsible…
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq just giggled,
“Relax, Durgesh. It’s not as if I’ve never seen a boner. In addition, I’ve already grabbed and squeezed yours. Haven’t I? Now, stop playing my father anymore. You know you are not.”
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq walked past me to get to the shower, trailing a hand across my thigh as Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq went.
She stepped into the steamy shower and bent over to get some shampoo, making sure I had a great view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī firm round excellent Wahābī Musalmān ass and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab excellent, exquisite, Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq began to shampoo her hair.
Rivers of soapy water ran down her jiggling breasts.
She tilted her head back to rinse the shampoo out, her nipples rock hard.
She looked over at me and smiled.
The hand that covered my erection was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis strongly .
Her grin widened.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved that I was squeezing myself watching her.
She put some shower gel in her hands and worked it into a lather.
Slowly, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq began to wash her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
She started with her arms and bent down to get her legs too.
Straightening, she kneaded her breasts.
Her eyes closed and she almost lost herself in the sensation of touching herself.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq heard a suppressed moan and looked over at me.
I now had my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand and I was squeezing my shaft more strongly .
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq blew a kiss at me.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had never felt more in control in her life.
She needed to know how far she could take this little game with me.
She reached down and began to wash her belly.
Her hands snaked even lower, until Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq began to wash her shaved lips.
She loved how smooth she felt down there and without any artifice, cleaning turned into something more.
She probed her index finger into her lips a little and held it there, reveling in the feeling.
Well, she can at least imagine, it is there.
Her excitement was only bolstered by the look of tortured desire on my face as I strongly squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She licked her lips.
Why the old Hindu idiot is torturing himself?
Why doesn’t he come out and fuck me to his heart’s content?
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wanted to touch me so bad, but she didn’t want to annoy me off now.
With one hand, she took the showerhead off of the wall and lifted her foot so that one foot stood on the stool she used to shave her legs.
Her extremely smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān thighs were wide open to me.
I had the perfect view of her 28 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab excellent, exquisite, Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq inserted a second finger and brought the stream of water to her clit.
Her legs began to shake and she threw her head back whimpering as the water massaged her clit.
The water mixed with her juices and flowed down her leg as she fingered herself faster to her approaching orgasm.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq heard another suppressed moan, yet somewhat louder this time.
She paused pulling the shower head away and pretending to look worried for me.
I was squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock furiously, hunched over on the toilet and she tried to match the motion of her fingers to that of my hand.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wished so bad that at least my fingers that used to French braid her hair, would be the ones inside of her.
“Are you okay, Durgesh?” she asked licking her lips seductively.
“Stop it, you wretched girl.” I ordered her coldly.
My eyes were trying not to rake hungrily over her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq laughed triumphantly and winked at me.
“Alright, have your own way.” she said.
She continued what she was doing to seduce me.
“Are you afraid of making love to me, Durgesh? But why, if I myself don’t? You haven’t approached me. I’ve approached you.”
“Find a suitable partner for yourself.” I said furiously.
“And what else am I doing, you idiot?” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq laughed.
She shoved her fingers back into her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and locked the showerhead onto her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān excellent, exquisite, clit again.
Bolts of pleasure shot through her, and it was no longer a performance, anymore.
Her need drove her movements.
Hips and fingers undulating wildly, her moans echoed off the walls.
Nothing more was said, all that could be heard through the falling water was labored breathing and urgent moans.
“Uhhhh!!!” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq cried.
Her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in pleasure.
And waves of her orgasm crashed around her.
Her tremendously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook for what seemed like hours until she could finally breathe again.
When her eyes opened she could see me still squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at me sarcastically.
“Don’t you need some help with that?” she asked me, looking pointedly down at my lap and licking her lips.
My eyes widened with the implication behind her words and with a jerk of my hips, I exploded.
Ropes of my Hindu cum shot out of my prick and dribbled directly into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s deliberately opened mouth.
I came, and came and came.
And Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq gulped and gulped and gulped entirely unashamed of her.
My eyes closed tightly as I rode out the effects of my own orgasm.
“Thank you. It was very tasty.”Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped herself up in a towel and sauntered back to her room, where Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq would masturbate again with the taste of my Hindu cum still in her mouth and on her lips.
That had been enough for one day.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq knew enough about men, to know that it was never a good idea to give them everything we wanted right away.
Men had to be forced to work for the things we want.
And today, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had made sure she knew I wanted Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, though not admitting it even to myself .
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq could wait.
Life in the home was about to get a lot more interesting, and more pleasurable for Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar and Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd had been married for 7 years.
During that time Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd had been off the pill and trying for a child.
A medical check-up confirmed Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar was not capable of producing children.
He was very disheartened of the findings because he loved kids.
He became depressed and even lost his sex appetite about the outcome.
It was the harm in believing the sex and marriage for children theory.
Hinduism does not, ever.
Hinduism believed in Pavmān Som theory.
The theory that sex is for consecration only, neither for children nor for animal pleasure at all.
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd tried to cheer him through her new sexperimental adventure.
One evening after dinner, I asked about their children planning and Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar broke the bad news.
So Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd brought up the idea of the possibly of adopting a child.
But that didn’t go down well with Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar.
I interrupted and told Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar that when I was 25,the year I got married, Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar’s Ammī, Zaynab bint Mazh’un, had insisted me to keep a sample of my sperm in a sperm bank in case anything happened to me.
I then suggested that they could use my sperm to help Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd conceive through in-vitro method.
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd was totally against the idea.
She knew that it will hurt Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar’s sentiment and he could get even some idea, about our relationship.
But to her sheer amazement, Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar was all for it.
He bravely stated that at least Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd’s child would inherit most of my genetics, not his own shortcomings.
After much debate, Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd, finally gave in.
Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar and I made the arrangement privately and the following weekend Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd had the sperm implant.
A month later, Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd had to go back to clinic to find out whether she was pregnant or not.
Unfortunately, Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar was away on tour again so I took Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd for her appointment.
As Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd was waiting in the lobby of the clinic having given a sample, I came back with the result from the doctor.
” I am sorry dear, negative. Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā ! How will Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar feel?”
I took Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd home and we sat together on the sofa where I comforted Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd.
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd sobbed in my arms and cuddled to my chest.
“What am I going to tell Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar ? He will be devastated by the news.”
I could not help it.
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd cried and ran to her bedroom snatching herself away from my fatherly embrace.
I understood her predicament.
I left her to herself so that she could synchronize herself with the limits her dreams now had to face.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled cunningly at both of us.
She was trying to seduce me herself.
It was an Allahdād opportunity for her.
Being a mastermind, it was impossible for her not to take the advantage of the situation.
In the evening, when I was working on my computer and Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd was arranging my library, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq walked into my personal and private office.
“There is only one option and if Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd Bhābhījān loves to be an Ammī, to the extent, then she must agree.”Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq proposed without addressing anyone of us.
I stopped working and looked at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
What was now she against?
“What is that?” Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd asked.
“Well,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled cunningly, “Durgesh would have to plant some fresh seed inside your womb.”
“What do you mean?” Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd was suddenly all alert.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hid her smile and tried to appear grave absolutely.
“You are also a Doctor in philosophy, Bhābhījān. You must understand that it means Durgesh and you should have real sexual intercourse without any protection.”
“What?” Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd jumped.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq laughed,
“You have already taken a sample of Durgesh’s Hindu sperm and Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar believes that you will be impregnated by that. Thus, how can he get the story? He is not here now. We can do whatever we want to do. And I know you want a baby. Durgesh can make you an Ammī.”
Zaynab bint Mazh’un looked horrified.
“Ammījān,” Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd suddenly turned to Zaynab bint Mazh’un sharply, “you left your duly mankūħ Musalmān Husband, Abbū Imām Ůmar Fārūq even, only to have and enjoy sex with Durgesh. Didn’t you?”
“Your Abbū Imām doesn’t deserve me.” Zaynab bint Mazh’un flared.
“And Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar deserves Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd Bhābhījān, only because he is your son?” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq asked her Ammī curtly.
“He is your brother.”Zaynab bint Mazh’un said equally tartly.
“And Abbū Imām, Imām Ůmar Fārūq, is my father.”Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq responded equally harshly, “What a double standard, Ammījān! You were not faithful to your own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Husband, my Abbū Imām, yet you want Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd Bhābhījān to be faithful to your half impotent son.”
“Åbd-Allah ibn Ůmar is not impotent.”
“An Ammī is speaking now. Not a woman.”
“What do you want?”
“What do I want?” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled curtly, “Don’t you know Ammī? Durgesh really hasn’t told you what I want?”
“Durgesh is not a suitable man for you.”
“I’m not talking of myself now. That’s another matter.”
“Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.”
“I love Durgesh, Ammī. And I can win my man for me.”
“You are crazy.”
“Well, you were also crazy when you left Abbū Imām for Durgesh.”
Zaynab bint Mazh’un’s eyes were suddenly filled with tears.
“Durgesh says it’s possible you would be a widow in utmost next eighteen to twenty years, if he surrenders to your wishes.”
“And you agree with him?”
“I’m twenty eight myself Ammījān.”Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq said dryly, “I can decide very well what is right for me and what is wrong. In next eighteen to twenty years, I would myself be forty six to forty eight. Wouldn’t I?”
“Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.”
“I want, and I need, sex with Durgesh now when I am twenty eight, not when I would be forty six or forty eight.”
After a period of silence, Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd suddenly interfered ,
“I suppose that I don’t have much choice, but it must be clear that it is my pleasure to become impregnated by Durgesh.”
I looked at her astonished.
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd smiled at me.
“Are you crazy?” my voice was husky, “you are also twenty eight. Aren’t you?”
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq laughed.
“Bhābhījān, no twenty eight any more. Why don’t you understand?”
Al Munawwarah Al Saåīd suddenly grabbed my Uncut Hindu Prick and kissed me full on my lips.
I was dumbfounded.
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