The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1-Of my Musalmān friends-7

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

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Durgesh

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Chapter 7

Durgesh Ħamīdah Sheikħ

Durgesh Åādilah Sheikħ

Åādilah Sheikħ trailed off, letting go of Ħamīdah Sheikħ and stepping back away from her.

“”Well, I never… And just how long has this been going on?”

“Only since yesterday, if you have to know,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said, leaning back and proudly thrusting her big, firm breasts out at her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ. “And how long have you been planning to sneak over here and proposition my Hindu lover? Or are you just going to a masquerade party dressed like that?”

“I would never have guessed,” Åādilah Sheikħ said, “Not in a million years. And it’s none of your business how I’m dressed.”

Both Musalmān Beauties turned and looked at me standing by the door.

I couldn’t decide what to do.

I stood there with my hands at my side, my robe open and my Uncut Hindu Cock standing proudly between my legs.

I smiled as I watched the two Musalmān Beauties who held my future course in their hands.

“What are you doing here dressed in those things?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ smirked at her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ, still trying to get her to answer. “You were going to seduce my Hindu lover weren’t you?”

“I guess we’re all guilty as sin,” Åādilah Sheikħ finally admitted, holding her head in her hands. “We can’t breathe a word of this to any one. Can we all keep this a secret?”

“We had planned on that, until you came along,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said sarcastically.

“Well, I’m sorry that I disturbed you,” Åādilah Sheikħ said quietly, slowly getting to her feet. “I will let you go back to whatever evil, twisted thing that you were doing before I so foolishly interrupted you…”

“You came over here to fuck Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Didn’t you?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said, reaching over and running her fingers down her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s tight little gorgeous Musalmān ass. “So why don’t you stay?”

“My…Ħamīdah Sheikħ…you certainly have a foul mouth,” Åādilah Sheikħ scolded her, brushing her niece’s hand away from her scantily clad derriere. “Yes…I did come over here to…fuck…fuck…your Hindu lover as you so crudely put it…but I hadn’t planned on sharing Durgesh with my niece.”

“So,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ laughed tensely, moving her hand down to her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s long shapely leg and caressing it through the silky hose. “If you were going to seduce my Hindu lover if I hadn’t been here, just pretend I’m not here…I’ll just watch.”

“Ħamīdah Sheikħ. Don’t you have a decent bone in your body?” Åādilah Sheikħ gasped.

“I had a very decent bone in my body until you interrupted us,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled wickedly. “Didn’t I, Durgesh,  Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”

“Allah Allah, Ħamīdah Sheikħ. You are a brazen little pussy aren’t you?” Åādilah Sheikħ said, turning to look at her Hindu brother-in-law standing in the doorway with my big, standing Uncut Hindu Cock proudly between my hairy legs.

“Durgesh?” she mumbled, feeling foolish for being taunted by a teenager.

“Wouldn’t it be better,” I smiled. “If you really continue your goal forgetting Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s presence here?”

“Look, Kħālājān, none of us can ever tell anyone about it anyway. Right?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ leered, “So let’s just get it on and let the pieces fall where they might.”

“I would still feel funny, you know. Doing it with my brother-in-law while my real brother in law Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, watched. How kinky can you get?” Åādilah Sheikħ tried not to blush.

“Just pretend I’m not here,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ told her.

“I’ve never even done it with…with…with another Musalmān Beauty watching…much less my niece,” Åādilah Sheikħ said, slowly sitting back down on the bed.

“Would you like for Durgesh and me to do it and let you watch us first?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ grinned evilly.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Åādilah Sheikħ said, blushing brightly. “This is all so confusing and that sounds so…so wicked.”

The whole situation was totally out of hand of both the Musalmān Beauties now, I thought to myself as I watched the two Musalmān Beauties.

I could see that Ħamīdah Sheikħ was wresting all control from her Kħālājān.

She was slowly taking charge of the explosive situation.

“Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! why don’t you take your robe off and come over here so that Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ can see how beautiful your big Uncut Hindu Penis is,” she smiled benevolently.

Butter wouldn’t melt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I thought to myself, priding bright red as I slipped my robe off and let it fall to the floor.

Then, suddenly feeling like Lord Kr’shñ himself at an auction, I marched proudly over to the bed.

Stopping before the two Musalmān Beauties, I stood there letting their beautiful Musalmān eyes feast on my impressive Uncut Hindu Penis.

“See, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled. “See how pretty it is?”

Åādilah Sheikħ didn’t speak.

She just stared down at my proudly standing Hindu monster.

“Feel it, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ. Take it in your hand and feel how heavy it is,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ leered at her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ. “Wouldn’t you like to feel it inside your hot, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt?”

Åādilah Sheikħ didn’t move.

Smiling maliciously, Ħamīdah Sheikħ slowly reached over and took hold of her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s hand.

Lifting it, she brought it over to my big, erect Uncut Hindu Prick.

“Sit down between us, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she mewed. “Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ wants to make you even harder. Don’t you, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ?”

Slowly, like a proud conqueror, I sat down between them.

“Make the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt hard, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled, pulling my face to hers and kissing me long and deep.

Gasping for air, I felt Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tongue probing my mouth as my sister’s-in-law hand lay lifelessly against my Uncut Hindu Cock.

But even without any assistance from my sister-in-law, my Uncut Hindu Cock began to swell and harden all on its own.

Åādilah Sheikħ couldn’t believe this was happening.

She couldn’t believe what she was doing as she stared down at her illegal Hindu brother-in-law’s giant Uncut Hindu Penis slowly hardening right before her eyes.

Finally, she gave it a tentative squeeze and felt it immediately respond by surging and growing harder.

Growing braver, she wrapped her hand around my growing Hindu manhood and gently began to stroke it.

As she did, she felt my wicked proud Uncut Hindu Prick swelling harder and harder.

Watching it in awe, Åādilah Sheikħ was amazed to see it growing larger and larger, so fast.

It seemed like only seconds ago it had been soft and limp but now it stood before her, proud and hard, ready to do its gratifying deed.

Looking up from the jutting monstrosity, she saw Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s and my lips finally part.

She could hear our heavy breathing, huffing and puffing like we had just run a hundred yard dash as we stared into each other’s eyes like she wasn’t even there.

“Allah Allah, God, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you’re making me all wet and sticky inside,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ panted, looking down at my bloated Uncut Hindu Cock. “And Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ made you all big and hard again. Didn’t you, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ?”

Åādilah Sheikħ didn’t know what to say, looking away from her niece’s smart mocking leer.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ was not even slightly unashamed of herself, not even a bit, that she had been caught red handed fucking sixty three old Hindu lover of her own Ammī, Jalīs Sheikħ.

Instead she was leering at her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ that she had come there to fuck the infamous ever young Hindu old man that had fucked perhaps entire Musalmān womankind till now.

Then she found her eyes sneaking down to her niece’s Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was indeed wet and oozing a little stream of juice down onto the bed.

This can’t be happening, she told herself, as she felt a tremor of excitement shoot through her own Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. She was having bizarre reaction to the situation.

She had come over to seduce her brother-in-law, but now, now she found herself strangely attracted to her niece.

She had never felt such an attraction toward another Musalmān Beauty before.

Sure, she found My bloated Uncut Hindu Prick exciting and knew that it would feel wonderful inside her, but now she had an almost uncontrollable urge to touch her niece’s dripping little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān gash.

Touch it and kiss it.

Kiss it and taste the juices flowing from it.

What was coming over her, she asked herself, as she stared down at the glistening folds of soft, pink, dew-covered flesh?

She had never felt this way toward any other Musalmān Beauty.

Dizzied by her newfound attraction to her niece, Åādilah Sheikħ suddenly became aware that her own juices had started to flow and now she was herself all wet and sticky down between her legs too.

“I don’t know if I can share Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! with you,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ gurgled.

“Huh?” Åādilah Sheikħ mumbled, shaken from her reverie by Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s voice.

“I said, I don’t know if I want to share Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Cock with you,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ repeated reaching down and wrapping her hand around my big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock just above Åādilah Sheikħ’s hand.

“It is a handsome Uncut Hindu Cock,” Åādilah Sheikħ said, squeezing My Uncut Hindu Cock and watching a big drop of prefuck juice dribble out the tiny hole in the center of its big, bloated head.

Marveling at her niece’s audacity, she watched Ħamīdah Sheikħ dip the tip of her finger into the glistening drop of my Hindu jizm and spread the slippery sap over the big purple ball of hardened Hindu flesh.

“I’ve changed my mind, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ suddenly blurted out, grabbing Åādilah Sheikħ by the hand and tugging her to the center of the bed. “I’m going to let Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! fuck you first.”

Åādilah Sheikħ blushed deeply as she felt herself being forced down onto her back.

Then after a flurry of movement, she found herself with her head in her niece’s lap staring up at me standing at her feet.

Suddenly Ħamīdah Sheikħ reached down and unhooked her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s bra.

Spreading it apart, she took her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s big beautiful, conical Musalmān breasts in her hands, squeezing and fondling them as Åādilah Sheikħ stared down at me.

I was just standing there smiling down at her with my raging Hindu erection pointing up at the ceiling.

Åādilah Sheikħ didn’t inform her niece, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, that the Musalmān Beauty were being scrutinized gravely by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had been requested by several Musalmān NGOs to study sincerely why even Musalmān houseladies are revolting now against their Musalmān mankind.

Why even the stunning Musalmān houseladies are having pride nowadays in having extra marital sexual relations with Durgesh, or if Durgesh is not available, with other Capable Hindus available to them.

Standing on the pocked, asphalt, circular driveway, before her broad multi story Saůūdī Årab mansion, waved a last time to her just eighteen, just adult, youngest sister, Navīdah Sheikħ Åbbās.

Navīdah Sheikħ Åbbās was in the back seat of the Mercedes that was a part of the daily car pool taking her to the Makkah Mukarramah University.

It was the latest University in Makkah Mukarramah.

They called it Multiversity instead.

Ved Nagar India was its marvellous Headquarter.

Who had even thought ever that such a University, Multiversity to be precise, would be established in Makkah Mukarramah.

Al Saud’s mankind never allowed any such activity in their regime.

Now, however, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD was the lifelong Chairperson of ‘Al Muslimāt Al Åālmīn’.

Pseudo Musalmīn shouted to their best no such organization must be honoured.

Yet, even the Al Muslimāt Al Makkah Mukarramah joined the organization proudly.

Pseudo Musalmīn were once more defeated by Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The infamous Muslimāt trio was utmost successful now everywhere.

There were rumors even that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was herself Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā.

Åādilah Sheikħ smiled.

Durgesh was extraordinary smart.

His Durgesh  Muslimahs Sex Empire was actually not Sex Empire, as it was advertised with even precarious efforts.

It was an intellectual empire of intelligent, highly educated, smart Musalmān Beauties with Durgesh, supported by HVSI Ārsh Sadan itself.

Still hesitant, but knowing what was about to happen, Åādilah Sheikħ unconsciously held her legs pressed tightly together.

“Do you want to do this?” I asked Åādilah Sheikħ, letting my hand drop to her thighs.

She didn’t say a word, but finally she nodded her head up and down almost imperceptibly.

With her beautiful Musalmān eyes on the bobbing Hindu monstrosity jutting up out of my groin, she felt me take her by the ankles.

She felt me applying outward pressure as I tried to spread her legs apart.

She resisted for a Moment, but then gave in.

I felt the Momentary resistance suddenly dissolve as I forced her long, shapely legs wider and wider apart.

As her legs opened, I saw her fleshy pit slowly peek out from its hairy red Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nest.

Smiling, I could see that her readiness was already oozing out of the fleshy Musalmān gash.

This wasn’t the way that Åādilah Sheikħ had planned it, but it was just as good, maybe better, she thought as she watched me crawl onto the bed.

Legs wide apart, totally exposed and vulnerable, Åādilah Sheikħ watched on with a touch of apprehension as I crawled up between her legs.

Then suddenly, I was standing over her on my hands and knees, my inflamed Uncut Hindu Cock waving above her waiting Musalmān Beauty.

This was something she had dreamed of ever since she had met me, she thought, as she watched me ease my hips down and let my big Uncut Hindu Cock nestle down between the soft, fleshy lips of her sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Well, she hadn’t dreamed it would happen exactly this way, but this was even more exciting.

Moving my hips forward, I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock at her probing for the opening to her secret place.

Missing it on the first try, I backed away and tried again, but still didn’t find the waiting gash of slippery flesh.

Then, as I drew back for the third try, I felt Åādilah Sheikħ’s soft, hot fingers take hold of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund and guide it down into the seething heat of her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

As I felt the hot wetness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt envelop my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, I grunted and thrust the rest of my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock into Åādilah Sheikħ’s steaming Musalmān socket.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah, yā Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Ohhhh, myyyy Goooddd,” Åādilah Sheikħ moaned, as she felt my Uncut Hindu Penis slice down into the aching core of her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān slit. “Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so big, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

With my hands resting by Åādilah Sheikħ’s shoulders, I was staring directly into Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter; Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s big, round tits.

Leaning forward just a bit, I was able to squeeze  a big, bulging nipple.

Still squeezing on Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s soft, succulent breast, I began to fuck Åādilah Sheikħ with long, confident Hindu  strokes driving my Uncut Hindu Cock down into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt all the way to its hairy hilt every time.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ roughly squeezed her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s ripe little pears.

Delighting in the feel of the soft, squishy breast flesh in her hands, she boldly tweaked her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s puffy, fat nipples with her fingers.

Looking up at the wicked scene being played out above her, Åādilah Sheikħ reveled in the feel of my giant Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out of her slavering Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I kept rocking my hips back and forth, sending my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Prick sliding in and out of Åādilah Sheikħ’s deep wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān gash.

As Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, I deliberately fucked her; Åādilah Sheikħ felt her head begin to slowly sliding down between her niece’s hard, firm thighs.

As Ħamīdah Sheikħ slowly spread her thighs apart, she smiled down at her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ with a wicked leer on her red crimson quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

As Åādilah Sheikħ’s head touched the bed, Ħamīdah Sheikħ raised her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks up until her furry little mound was hovering just above her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s mouth.

Reaching up, Åādilah Sheikħ guided the glistening wetness of niece’s lovely pink furrow down to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Arching her neck, she hungrily attacked the soft, slippery gash with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and tongue.

Probing the wet softness, Åādilah Sheikħ heard Ħamīdah Sheikħ gasp and felt her jump as her tongue found her niece’s protruding little marbled Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris.

“OH, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ, that feels so good,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ mumbled, reveling in the feel of her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ’s rough tongue flicking back and forth across her tingling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris.

Reveling in the wicked new novelty, Åādilah Sheikħ moved away from her niece’s bulging Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris and sucked as much of her niece’s soft, fleshy young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she could.

Sucking and nibbling on the succulent, bloated lips, she ran her tongue up and down the dripping furrow of Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt searching for the opening to her niece’s hidden secrecy.

Finally she felt her tongue ease down into the hot, wet hole.

Forcing her tongue up into the hot wetness of Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s ripe little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit, she tongue-fucked her niece causing her to cry out with pleasure once again.

Tonguing her niece, Åādilah Sheikħ moved her hands up to Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s big, pendant breasts.

Taking the other one in both of her hands, she began to squeeze and mash it roughly, letting her fingers twist and twirl the hard rubbery nipple.

With her hands busy with Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s breast and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth busily working on the girl’s Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Åādilah Sheikħ realized she was staring up at her niece’s tight little anus.

Dragging her juice-drenched tongue out of her niece’s tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, she found the hard, bulging roundness of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris with her tongue.

As she teased Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris, Åādilah Sheikħ watched the tense little prune clench and tighten every time she flicked her tongue across Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris.

“Allah, yā Allah! My God, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ groaned, “I’m going to come in your mouth if you keep that up.”

While Åādilah Sheikħ eagerly lapped at Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s pouting clit, I shifted my ass into a higher gear drilling Åādilah Sheikħ’s hungry Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy faster and faster.

Being battered by my massive Uncut Hindu Cock, Åādilah Sheikħ drove Ħamīdah Sheikħ toward a climax with her tongue.

But even as she urged her niece toward the finish line, Åādilah Sheikħ felt the tingling onset of her own orgasm.

Then, as she slipped closer and closer to the dark, pleasure-filled abyss, she felt my giant Uncut Hindu Cock balloon out.

Åādilah Sheikħ could feel me thrusting deeper and deeper into her pulpy Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as she frantically squeezed and mashed her niece’s big, drooping mammaries.

Her tongue viciously slashed back and forth across Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris, trying to bring her niece to the point of no return.

Suddenly, Åādilah Sheikħ heard Ħamīdah Sheikħ gasp, as her niece shoved her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy down on Åādilah Sheikħ’s hungry mouth.

Åādilah Sheikħ listened to her niece jabbering mindless gibberish as the girl’s gushing Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy bounced and flitted all over her face, coating it with the juices flowing from her climaxing Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Then, as if triggered by Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s noisy outburst, My big Uncut Hindu Cock bulged out and began to spew its hot Hindu sap deepest into Åādilah Sheikħ’s gulping Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Åādilah Sheikħ felt like Old Faithful had erupted inside her as my Uncut Hindu Penis filled her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my hot Hindu cream.

Then, deepest inside of her own Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, she felt the sparks erupt into a full-blown conflagration of ashvinātam pleasure.

As Åādilah Sheikħ orgasmed around my huge, exploding Uncut Hindu Cock buried deepest inside her, she could hear me grunting and groaning out my own Hindu gratification.

Åādilah Sheikħ gloated in the pure animalistic satisfaction that was coursing through her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body as she thrust herself back at me.

All three bodies met and were welded together by the searing heat pouring from where they touched.

The wicked yet sweet melodious sounds of our ashvinātam infusion echoed off the walls of the bedroom as our mouths spewed out lewd yet sweet ashvinātam obscenities.

The cacophony of sounds grew fainter and fainter as we writhed through the pleasurable anguish until one by one, we collapsed.

We all lay motionless for several minutes as we caught our breath.

“Wasn’t it great?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ finally asked her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ as she lifted her head and rested it on her hand. “Doesn’t Durgesh have a wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“Yes, Durgesh does,” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled back at her as My rapidly shrinking Uncut Hindu Penis was Slithering out of her cum-drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“If you two don’t wear it out,” I grunted, backing away from Åādilah Sheikħ.

Then as my Uncut Hindu Cock slipped out of Åādilah Sheikħ, a gush of cum came pouring out after it.

“I don’t think you can wear an Uncut Hindu Cock out,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled. “Do you, Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ?”

“I don’t think so. Especially one as big as this one,” Åādilah Sheikħ mewed, scooting down toward the object of our conversation.

Lifting the thick, bloated Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, she smiled and ran her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue around her red crimson quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

“It looks good enough to eat. Don’t you think, Ħamīdah Sheikħ?”

“Yes, I do,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said, slowly moving down by her Kħālājān Åādilah Sheikħ. “It’s fun to tease it and make it come in your mouth, too.”

“I’m sure it is,” Åādilah Sheikħ grinned, flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue out and running it down My cum-coated Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Would you like Durgesh to cum in your mouth?”

“If Durgesh has any left,” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled, kissing My bloated, purple Uncut Hindu Cockhead, “after that last explosion.”

“Oh, I can always make more,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ gurgled. “Can’t you, Durgesh?”

“Sure,” I smiled, “why not? Just for the two of you. But take it easy on me for a little bit. My Uncut Hindu Lund is still a little touchy.”

The Musalmān Beauties began exploring my Uncut Hindu Prick with soft, gentle touches.

Basking in the Musalmān Beauties’s attention, I smiled to myself, turning from one side to the other to admire the two fleshy Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Soon, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir as the Musalmān Beauties lovingly coaxed life back into it.

Not content to remain idle, I reached over to Ħamīdah Sheikħ and gently rolled her over onto her side with her stomach facing me.

Taking one long, lovely leg, I lifted it enough to slide my waist down between her legs.

Now her beautiful little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was brushing up against my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Easing my Uncut Hindu Lund, I began to worry and tease her clit.

As I toyed with the slippery, little knob, I could feel the hot wetness of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān  mouths on my growing Hindu manhood.

Reveling in the feel of their sucking Musalmān mouths and tickling tongues, I could feel them licking and lapping on my Uncut Hindu Cock from my balls to its big throbbing head.

As I teased Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s spit-polished Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clitoris, I could feel her excitement growing as my Uncut Hindu Penis ripened and grew under their loving Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān care.

Unbelievably, I was beginning to distinguish the subtle differences of each Musalmān Beauty’s mouth as they lapped and sucked on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Just as I was consuming her lovely Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, was sucking on me, sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up and down my big, thick Uncut Hindu Cock.

Wishing that I could keep it up and bring her to another orgasm, I didn’t want Åādilah Sheikħ to feel left out either.
Staring down at the fleshy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit of Åādilah Sheikħ, I saw that my Hindu semen was still oozing out of the meaty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān gash.

I felt Åādilah Sheikħ wrest control of my swollen Uncut Hindu Penis away from Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

Now Åādilah attacked my Uncut Hindu Cock with a vengeance.

Åādilah Sheikħ sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Gnawing and sucking on the column of stiff, hard Uncut Hindu Cock, she felt herself being whisked along toward the inevitable.

Now both Musalmān Beauties were hunching themselves up against me.

I could feel the Musalmān Beauties change on my Uncut Hindu Cock every time.
The Musalmān Beauties’s mouths grew more and more insistent on my fully-hardened Uncut Hindu Cock.

Strangely, I found myself rapidly conceding to the intermittent sucking pressure on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I had come only minutes before, but the wickedness of what they were doing was bringing my Hindu cum to a boil.

Åādilah Sheikħ couldn’t believe it.

It was coming on her so fast.

Then, abruptly she was there.

As the ball of pure pleasure exploded inside her hot, throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, she slapped her legs together, as she roughly ground her pubis.

She felt like someone had shoved an electric wire up her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as the jolts of pure pleasure shot up her spine and erupted in her brain.

She reveled in the exquisite, but short-lived joy that was over within seconds.

Great Durgesh, she thought.

I took care of them, and I was still hard and ready.

They’ve been so carried away by their own pleasure, they’ve forgotten all about me.

Seeking to remedy that situation, Åādilah Sheikħ quickly leaned over and sucked me into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Sucking as hard as she could, she scraped her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue around the giant Uncut Hindu Cockhead again and again until she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock bulging out, threatening to explode any second.

Sensing that I wouldn’t last much longer, Åādilah Sheikħ pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth down on me as hard as she could, forcing my big Uncut Hindu Cockhead up against the opening of her throat and then popping up into her throat.

Fighting back a gag and finding the giant Uncut Hindu Cock blocking all air from her lung, she held me buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

Quickly, she began to swallow, letting throat muscles jack me off as she waited for the imminent explosion of thick, creamy Hindu semen into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

At last, a growl escaped My mouth as she felt a torrent of creamy Hindu cum rip up out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and gush out into her throat.

She could hear me whimpering out my pleasure as my Uncut Hindu Cock bucked over and over again, sending gusher after gusher of thick, hot Hindu semen into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

Fighting against the urge to breathe, she thought I would never stop shooting off.

Finally, with one final quiver, my Uncut Hindu Cock stopped spitting out its toxic Hindu load and she quickly jerked her extremely beautiful head up.

Gasping for breath, she let my shrinking Uncut Hindu Cock pop out of her throat and mouth.

She quickly drew in several deep breaths of wonderful air into her air-starved lungs.

This need satisfied, she gently nibbled and toyed with my Uncut Hindu Cockhead, lovingly sucking every last drop of my Hindu cum out of it before she stopped.

“You Musalmān Beauties are going to kill me,” I finally gasped, when I could talk again. “I need to take a nap.”

“I think Durgesh deserves a break after that,” Åādilah Sheikħ grinned. “Don’t you?”

“I think so,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled too. “I could use one, too.”

Both Musalmān Beauties snuggled up against me and within Moments all of us were asleep.

Chapter 8

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam



The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1-Of my Musalmān friends-6

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 6

Durgesh Ħamīdah Sheikħ

Durgesh Åādilah Sheikħ

Durgesh Nādirah Sheikħ

Ħamīdah Sheikħ gasped, as her aunt took her in her arms, shielding her nakedness from me with her own magnificent female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body.

“What do you mean?”

“Did your Hindu lover rape you?”

“No, Durgesh  didn’t rape me,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said, “In fact, if anybody got raped, it was Durgesh. I started the whole thing and I don’t regret a single second of it. Kħālājān, Durgesh isn’t a scoundrel, neither most of the Hindus are. In fact, our mankind, Musalmīn term them scoundrels.”

“What? What did you say?” Åādilah Sheikħ groaned, holding Ħamīdah Sheikħ by her shoulders threatening to shake her at any Moment. “You mean that you…you mean…you wanted…you mean that Durgesh  didn’t… Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God…child. Why?”

“Well, it should be obvious to you. My Hindu lover doesn’t think of me as a ‘CHILD’,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  blurted out angrily. “And I find Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Simply irresistible. Most of the Hindus are to us sex starved love starved status and respect starved Musalmān Beauties.”

“Yes, you said so.” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled gravely to Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

She couldn’t understand herself how to deal with this peculiar situation.

She had come here to make love to me.

She thought it was the best time.

Åādilah Sheikħ didn’t know Ħamīdah Sheikħ also thought the same.

It was the second time, rather third, Åādilah Sheikħ lost her Hindu love Durgesh to some another Musalmān Beauty.

First, it was Nādirah Sheikħ, Raħmān Sheikħ’s sister.

The second time it was her own sister Jalīs Sheikħ.*

I was just going to hang out loaf around at the house with my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ. And Nādirah Sheikħ, of course, but I didn’t expect to spend too much time with her as we’d never really been that close before.

So where is all this leading, you might ask?

Well, to my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, yes: Nādirah Sheikħ, I guess.

Nādirah Sheikħ had just graduated from University and Nādirah Sheikħ’s parents had promised her, a vacation to Hawaii if she graduated with higher than a 3.5 GPA.

What would have been a dream vacation for an eighteen-year-old girl just out of University had turned into a bit of a bust for her, I suppose when Nādirah Sheikħ’s parents had found out I was coming home around the same time.

When they heard that, they had decided to join Nādirah Sheikħ on the vacation and had invited me along as sort of a welcome back home present.

I can’t say as I would have been surprised if Nādirah Sheikħ  might have been a little resentful.

I was really looking forward to the trip.

It had been twelve months since I had seen a Musalmān Beauty  dressed in anything less than a burqa.

As you probably know, the Musalmān Beauties in Afghanistan were hardly up to date with the latest fashions.

It had been so long since I’d seen a female without a burqa on, I’d almost forgotten what they looked like underneath the damned things.

And now I was drooling at the thought of all of the bikini-clad Musalmān dolls running around on the beaches in Hawaii.

I couldn’t wait.

Well, back to My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s sister, Nādirah Sheikħ.

When I’d left, some five years ago, Nādirah Sheikħ had been a gangly, knob-kneed, flat-chested thirteen year old.

During the past five years the only time we’d seen each other was at Eīdul Fitr time when I came home for a visit.

I had noted changes in her looks and saw the potential, but I didn’t know what to expect this time since I hadn’t seen her for two years.

We had traded letters over the years and I had enjoyed her letters.

Somewhat romantic?

Well, what the hell another reason for which Nādirah Sheikħ would write me letters?

She was fed of bearded dirty giant fellow Musalmīn.

She wanted masculine love from a handsome intelligent smart Hindu.

And Nādirah Sheikħ was not alone that wanted it.

All the rest of her eleven elder sisters were already enjoying sex with me.

It didn’t make any difference that they were already married with different Mullahs, Maulavīs and other ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī backward Musalmīn.

You could see Nādirah Sheikħ’s nature in the letters as they had first started out babbling about her infatuations with every new and rising teen star in Hollywood, but gradually that had changed and she had focused most of her adoration on the Indian Mega Star Amitabh Bachchan.

She’d even sent me a picture of the same.

There for a year or so, her letters were almost exclusively devoted to the guy, but then about six months ago, the mention of his name abruptly stopped.

I just assumed that they had broken up over something.

After paying the cabbie, I grabbed my duffel and slung it over my shoulder.

Shuffling up the front walk, I saw that little had changed in the neighborhood.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw old Mr. Naåīmuddīn across the street waving at me.

Smiling I waved back and stopped in front of the door.

It was odd the way the people got behind the servicemen now days as compared to back.

Old Mr. Naåīmuddīn’d been in ‘Nam and told me about the way he got treated when he got back home.

Plopping my duffel down beside the front door, I rang the doorbell and stood waiting for someone to answer it.

It felt a little strange ringing the doorbell instead of just charging in, but I’d been gone so long, I felt more like a stranger than part of the family.

Suddenly the door came swinging open and I found myself face to face with a stunningly-beautiful young Musalmān Beauty in a bikini.

My mind did a sudden flip-flop.

The only thing I could think was who was this beautiful girl?

Could she be Nādirah Sheikħ?

And if so, where had those breasts come from?

They certainly hadn’t been there the last time I saw her.

“Durgesh—” I heard the girl exclaim as she stepped out, wrapped her arms around me and hugged me so hard I thought that she was going to break a couple of ribs.

“Nādirah Sheikħ?” I muttered when I was finally able to regain my senses and hug her back.

I was stunned as we stood on the front steps hugging.

Now like I said earlier, it had been twelve months since I’d been in the company of a Musalmān girl, or Musalmān Beauty for that matter, and to suddenly have a stunning Musalmān Beauty with a rather large pair of soft, pillowy Musalmān breasts hugging me had a profound and telling effect on me.

Finally, Nādirah Sheikħ let go and stepped back away from me.

“Welcome home, Durgesh . . .” she grinned not seeming to be the least bit concerned by my gawking Hindu stare as I slowly ran my eyes up and down her scantily-clad young adult Musalmān body.

“Wow, Nādirah Sheikħ,” I muttered. “Uh, you’ve really filled out, and in all the right places, too, if I might add.”

“You think so?” she smiled, slowly pirouetting around on a toe and giving me a view of her exceptional, almost-naked backside, too.

As she did, I saw that she had a cute, perky Musalmān ass to go with her spectacular rack.

Then when she finished her turn, my eyes which had been on her brushed across the little, red triangle covering tip of her belly.

The little swath of red was so tiny she apparently had a trimmed muff . . . or no muff at all.

Yeah, I know, for some over morals, I’m a cad for thinking of My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, like that, but a year—

“I know so,” I told her as I smiled and lifted my eyes back up to her twinkling, blue eyes when she finished turning and was facing me again.

I couldn’t stop myself and I let my eyes stray across her Musalmān breasts again.

I don’t know why I was surprised by the size of her Musalmān breasts as it seemed only natural that she would take after my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī.

My My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, had always been a big-chested Musalmān Beauty and had a pair of Musalmān breasts that were even larger than Nādirah Sheikħ’s.

I don’t know what had gotten into me thinking about Raħmān Sheikħ’s mother and Sister like this, but I imagined their extraordinary outstanding stunning dazzling Musalmān beauty probably had something to do with it.

“Come on, Ammī and her girlfriends are out back by the pool,” she giggled, grabbing my hand and tugging me in that direction.

“Just a second—” I told her pulling my hand out of hers and grabbing up my duffel bag.

Tossing it on the floor by the front door, I pushed the door shut and grabbed Nādirah Sheikħ’s hand in mine.

“Let’s go.”

It was such a strange feeling as I followed along behind my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, watching her cute, little Musalmān ass bobble and ripple while she stepped along.

A part of my mind still pictured Nādirah Sheikħ as the skinny, gangly, knob-kneed, flat-chested thirteen year old I had left behind when I departed for the service, but that definitely wasn’t the case anymore.

It almost seemed like this beautiful young Musalmān Beauty wasn’t my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, but some other Musalmān Beauty who had mysteriously showed up at our house and took Nādirah Sheikħ’s place.

“I’m so glad you’re back, safe and sound, Durgesh. We used to see all those other guys coming home with all sorts of injuries on the news every night,” Nādirah Sheikħ bubbled as we stepped out onto the patio and into the bright, afternoon sunlight.

“Durgesh—” I heard My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, squeal from across the patio as she threw herself out of the chaise lounge she had been lying in and came bobbling and bouncing across the patio toward me.

Despite myself, I couldn’t help ogling her barely-clad Musalmān breasts as they heaved and floundered down inside the tiny cups of her skimpy bikini.

They looked like they were going to flop out of the bikini at any second.

“MY FRIEND, RAĦMĀN SHEIKĦ’S AMMĪ, RIZWĀNAH HĀSHMĪ,—” I cried out, throwing out my arms to catch her when she came crashing against me.

I knew, some over moral persons think I should feel guilty for gawking at My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī’s and My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ’s Musalmān breasts, but what in the hell was I supposed to do?

They were too beautiful and I was a hyper sexual after all.

I couldn’t ignore extremely attractive Musalmān Beauties.

And why should have I?

They themselves were not treating me as their son or brother.

What do these over moral idiots mean?

They could seduce me as much as they damn pleased and I couldn’t even respond to their ever evident ever aggressive advances too?

Well, I can’t act that impotent.

I can’t succumb to female dominance on me ever.

Let the over moral damn fools do it as much as they want to.

The ever unjust Western culture couldn’t make its mankind competent enough to face the cultural aggressiveness of Feminism.

Basically being a Business Culture, the Western Culture demanded every adjustment to the revolution of Feminism from its mankind only.

It didn’t want any adjustment from its womankind too.

Having two pair of the stunning, spectacular things on display right in front of me, I couldn’t stop myself.

It felt wonderful, I groveled as I hugged my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and felt her warm, soft Musalmān breasts pressed against my Hindu chest.

I never forget how good that feels.

Finally, my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, let go of me and stepped back as Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ stepped up and thrust his hand out at me.

Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, Hank and I had never been ones to openly show much emotion and so a good, firm handshake was just about as far as it got with us.

“Glad to have you back home, Durgesh—” he declared, squeezing my hand so hard I was afraid he was going to break a couple of fingers. “What can I get you from the bar?”

“Uh, any juice only, you know me better, Abbū.” I grinned.

“So tell us how it was?” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, said, pulling me over to the chair sitting beside her chaise lounge and indicating that I was to sit.

“Not pleasant—” I told her, watching Nādirah Sheikħ as she pulled a chair up beside mine while Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ went about making our drinks.

We spent the next twenty minutes or so talking about Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iraq and the terrible mess George had gotten us into.

Finally, tiring of talking about the war, I decided it was time to change subjects and move onto something a little less unsettling for me.

“So, how have things been back here on the home front?” I asked leaning back and sneaking a peek at My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ’s scantily-clad Musalmān breasts when she Momentarily looked away.

“Not much going on back here,” Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ told me. “Things down at the plant are running so smooth, I’m thinking about selling the business and retiring. Hell, they don’t need me down there anymore.”

“What’cha gonna do when you retire?” I asked as I was conspicuously aware of my ever incurable Hindu hard on for the extremely beautiful stunning Musalmān houseladies of my friend Raħmān Sheikħ, down inside my pants.

I never felt any wrong in it.

Well, I couldn’t stop my natural reaction to those dazzling Musalmān Beauties.

And why should I?

Only because they were my friend’s houseladies?

Then why the hell they were seducing me so stubbornly?

If it was wrong for me to react in such a manner to ther nonstop seduction of me, how it was good for them to seduce me constantly?

Hum aah bhī bharté hain to ho jāté hain badnām,

Voh qatl bhī karté hain to charchā nahīn hotā.’

Nonsense.

They were seducing me.

And I was only honouring their seduction by having such a hard on.

If it was wrong even, it was wrong on their part, not on mine.

Never.

To hell with the over ethical ones who still disagree with me.

Moreover, I know the secret of their over ethics.

Most of them are the bloody losers.

They never have any seduction from fair sex for them.

Naturally they are jealous of me.

I sympathize with them.

But sorry, I expressly decline to join the losers’ society.

I’m proud of my ever victory on fair sex.

And I’d always be.

Oh, maybe I’d had fantasized about My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, back when puberty had first reared its ugly head, but I’d never done anything about it except for sneaking around trying to see her Musalmān breasts, her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy.

And sneaking through her drawers.

But, hell, who is the man that didn’t do that ever?

Why the hypocrisy?

Shouldn’t everyone despise hypocrisy?

And besides My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī’s boobs were MUSALMĀN BREASTS among Musalmān breasts.

They were extraordinary.

My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, certainly hadn’t been shy about showing them off, either.

She seemed to be wearing a bikini all the time, and the bikinis she wore didn’t leave much to the imagination of a poor, hormone-driven hyper sexual man like me.

The bikini she was wearing today was of the same ilk and unfortunately, it had the same effect on me as it had back.

She might as well have been naked!

And the ever jealous over ethical ones are blaming me!

Damn the scoundrels.

“Your Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and I thought we’d do a little traveling. Get to see some of the rest of the good old U. S. or A,” Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ laughed.

“That’ll be cool. Uh, ya’ll mind if I wash up?” I asked, pushing up out of my chair, trying not to make the big bulge in the front of my pants any more conspicuous than it already was. “It’s been a long day.”

“No, go ahead. Our reservations at The Kħātūn-e-Jannat aren’t until seven o’clock. You have plenty of time,” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, said, setting her drink down and making her magnificent Musalmān breasts heave down inside the tiny top of her bikini as she reached out and gave my hand a gentle squeeze. “We’re glad you’re back, Durgesh . . .”

I somehow managed to make it out of the chair and went hurrying back to the living room where I gathered up my duffel and then plodded down to my room.

They hadn’t changed a thing in my room.

They still loved me even more than their own son, Raħmān Sheikħ.

The reason was simple.

Raħmān Sheikħ never did as much for them as I did.

Both Rizwānah Hāshmī and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ were closer to me always than they were close to Raħmān Sheikħ even.

Raħmān Sheikħ took his relationship with them for granted always; I never did this ever suicidal mistake.

It looked like I had just walked out of it yesterday instead of five years ago, except that now it was neat and tidy without clothes and all sorts of other crap strewn around everywhere like I used to leave it.

Tossing my duffel bag down beside the bed, I toed off my loafers and pulled my tee shirt up over my head.

Tossing my shirt on the bed, I flopped down beside it.

Reaching down, I unbuttoned my pants, unzipped them and dragged out my Uncut Hindu Lund.

As I began to watch it proudly, I let my mind play back over My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Nādirah Sheikħ and the way they had looked out by the pool this afternoon in their teeny, tiny bikinis.

I couldn’t believe how much Nādirah Sheikħ had changed.

Hell, if I’d just met her walking down the street I don’t know if I’d recognized her.

And since she had been wearing a bikini, I’d gotten to see almost all of her newly-acquired Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān assets.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

What the Assalāt does to a Musalmān Beauty.

The same what Stavan does to a Hindu.

Isn’t it?

I guessed that she was around five foot eight or nine barefooted.

Her long reddish-blond hair hung down to just below her shoulders stopping at the tops of her spectacular Musalmān breasts.

She had a pretty face with big blue eyes and a dusting of freckles across the bridge of her cute, upturned nose.

But my mind’s eye kept coming back to her Musalmān breasts.

Her areolas had been covered by the tiny bikini top, but her jutting nipples had been plainly discernible under the thin cloth.

She was definitely cheerleader material with her tiny Musalmān waist, big Musalmān buttocks and long, svelte legs.

The bikini she had been wearing was so tiny, there couldn’t be much pubic hair underneath it or I would have seen it.

Did she trim it, or did she shave it all off?

And since my my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, seemed to always be wearing a bikini too, maybe she shaved hers too.

I knew I was sexy for thinking such thoughts, but the idea of my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Sister both shaving their Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choots was incredibly evocative.

What they would look like, I wondered as my hand squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I needed to fuck someone now or I’d have a fucking hard on all night long.

And while I was sitting there at The Kħātūn-e-Jannat with My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, Nādirah Sheikħ  and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ , I’d probably be wondering what My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Nādirah Sheikħ  were wearing under their dresses and that would just make things worse.

It would be undignified if either of them found out what I was thinking and realized what a hyper sexual I was.

Keeping the picture of Raħmān Sheikħ’s beautiful Sister in my mind, I let my sexual thoughts run wild.

I pictured Nādirah Sheikħ lying on her bed, naked.

She had her hand down between her long, curvaceous Musalmān legs that were spread out to reveal the wet, succulent Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot between them.

She had one finger extended out from her hand and she was rubbing it back and forth across the swollen nub of her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān clit.

I could see that the small, wet lips of her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy were spread open and glistening wetly in the bright afternoon sunlight.

What she was thinking about, I sexually wondered.

Was she thinking about her Hindu boyfriend if she had someone?

Or maybe Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, her ageing Abbū?

Or me?

Why not?

Most of the Musalmān dream girls now themselves dream of me.

I’m myself so famous, or infamous (?), among them.

My Musalmān Beauties have spread the virtues of my abnormal sexual prowess widely.

What was I thinking?

Maybe Nādirah Sheikħ couldn’t be as sick and twisted.

I was crazy for even thinking about such a thing.

But I couldn’t stop myself and the thought of My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, and I doing it was so, so—oh shit, that did it as I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund lurch in my hand.

Squeezing my dick to keep it from shooting cum all over the place, I grabbed my tee and covered my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then I stopped squeezing.

I wonder how a Musalmān Beauty feels when she comes.

It must not feel as good as it does for us guys or they’d spread their legs every time a guy came within fucking distance.

Wearing a suit and tie, I went skipping down the stairs to make myself a juice before we headed out for The Kħātūn-e-Jannat.

About half way down the stairs, I saw that My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, Nādirah Sheikħ and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ  were all sitting at the bar, apparently waiting for me.

They were all dressed in nines, too and I couldn’t believe how sexy Nādirah Sheikħ looked.

Gawking at her, I stumbled and nearly fell before I caught myself.

“Careful there, don’t want you falling and breaking your neck,” I heard Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ laugh, as I stumbled the rest of the way down the stairs.

“Yeah,” I muttered, feeling more than a little self-conscious.

Both My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Nādirah Sheikħ were wearing short, low-cut dresses that displayed their over-sized bosoms for all to see.

It was going to be a long night, I told myself trying to keep my eyes off all of the bare, exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tit-flesh hanging out right in front of me.

“Here, time for one juice before we head out,” Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ told me handing me a glass of juice.

“Uh, thanks,” I grinned, taking the glass from him.

“You look spiffy all dressed up in your suit and tie,” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, smiled at me as she ran her eyes up and down me. “You ought to wear them more often.”

“Too much like a uniform. Get kind of tired wearing a uniform all the time,” I grinned back at her.

“I guess I would, too,” she told me, turning to face Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ and giving me a chance to ogle her spectacular rack one more time.

“Did you have to wear a uniform all the time over in Afghanistan?” I heard Nādirah Sheikħ  ask me as I turned to face her and saw that she had a knowing smile on her pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.

She must have seen me eyeballing My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī’s tits, I smilingly told myself as I felt a warm feeling spread out across my cheeks.

“Uh, yeah,” I said and couldn’t help but notice when Nādirah Sheikħ seemed to thrust out her Musalmān breasts out a little.

What was going on?

Neither Musalmān Beauty seemed the least bit concerned that I was taking peeks at their Musalmān breasts every chance I got.

In fact, if anything, it almost seemed like a contest between the two of them who would seduce me more impertinently, yet sophisticatedly even then.

A contest to see just who could show off the most cleavage to me.

“Is it true that all the Musalmān Beauties in Afghanistan have to wear burqas?” Nādirah Sheikħ asked me, slowly spinning on her bar stool until she was facing me and giving me an unobstructed view of both of her partially-concealed, breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs.

“Yeah, just about all of them,” I told her, unable to keep my eyes from sweeping across the vista of bare, quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh in front of me.

“What would they do if they caught me dressed like this over in Afghanistan?” she teased, thrusting her big breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs out even further.

“I’d be careful about that,” I invitingly joked. “The Afghanie men are especially fond of lopping things off as punishment and they might get carried away.”

“Durgesh—” My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, scolded.

“Really?” Nādirah Sheikħ laughed, seemingly amused by my aggressiveness.

“Well, are you two ready to head out?” I heard Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ ask.

“Uh, yeah, let’s do it,” I grinned, offering my arm to My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ.

As Nādirah Sheikħ and I walked across the room behind My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, I couldn’t help but admire the way My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī’s round, firm Musalmān ass quivered and rippled under her tight, short dress.

Then I felt Nādirah Sheikħ’s hip brush against mine.

It almost seemed like she was flirting with me as I felt another bump and then another.

Was Nādirah Sheikħ still contesting with her Ammī to keep my masculine attention to herself ?

I was confused.

Nādirah Sheikħ coming onto me?

It couldn’t really be happening.

It had to be all a figment of my overactive, hyper sexual mind.

Feeling proud, I looked over at her looking for some sign as to what was going on while I held the door open for her and let her step out into the garage.

I couldn’t decipher her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān feelings through the look on her face as she looked back at me and smiled, but I thought I could detect amusement in her smile.

Was she just teasing me?

She must know how horny I was.

Twelve months in that hellhole called Afghanistan and fucking sex starved Musalmān Beauties almost 24x7x365.

She was tempting fate if she didn’t think I would do anything about it.

Watching her cute, excellent, exquisite, firm, round, spectacular, big buttocked Musalmān ass twitching back and forth as she clacked across the garage, I followed her over to the car and opened the back door for her.

I heard the door on the other side of the car chunk shut as Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ closed it behind My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ start back around the front of the car as Nādirah Sheikħ sat down on the seat and bent her long legs to swing them into the car.

As she did, her short skirt rode up her cute, excellent, exquisite, firm, round, spectacular, smooth Musalmān thighs, up past the tops of her black hose to reveal the long, elastic garters holding the nylon up.

A shiver of excitement spasmed through my Uncut Hindu Lund as her spectacular,  smooth Musalmān legs Momentarily parted, just for a second but just long enough to give me a glimpse of smooth, fleshy pink down between them.

My smart Hindu  brain was reeling as I watched Nādirah Sheikħ pull her long legs into the car behind the back seat.

She wasn’t wearing any fucking panties.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!

Was the show especially for me?

Wow!

Wonderful.

Is it her offer?

Well, why couldn’t it be?

My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, wasn’t wearing any panties!

What the fuck was going on?

But I’d been right about one thing.

She did shave.

Her little excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy was as smooth and hairless as a newborn’s Musalmān ass.

As I closed the door behind her, I saw that Nādirah Sheikħ was smiling at me.

That had been on purpose I told myself.

My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, had just flashed her sweet, little excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy at me.

My brain was scrutinizing.

My night was hopeful.

I wouldn’t be able to think of anything else all night but My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ’s naked, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent exquisite ardent Musalmān Choot down between her spectacular,  smooth Musalmān legs without a hint of panties to cover it, if I wasn’t fucking her.

Now my Uncut Hindu Lund was so hard, I thought it was going to burst as I made my way around the car and slid in on the other side.

Nādirah Sheikħ hadn’t bothered to push her skirt back down and I could still see up above the top of her scalloped nylon as she sat on the other side of the car.

Then as I closed the door, I saw her beautiful Musalmān eyes dart down to my Hindu crotch and then back up to my grave face.

Another teasing smile as Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ backed the car out of the garage.

Nothing even remotely like this had ever happened between Nādirah Sheikħ and me before.

But then again, she hadn’t been a Musalmān Beauty back then either.

Raħmān Sheikħ’s little Sister was now a young Musalmān Beauty and on the prowl, it seemed.

I still found it difficult to believe as we drove along heading for the restaurant.

My mind was in my constant control from a fuzzy whirl as Nādirah Sheikħ looked straight ahead, her beautiful Musalmān eyes on the road ahead giving me ample opportunity to devour her big, quivering Musalmān breasts with my hungry Hindu eyes.

Finally we arrived at the restaurant and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ  parked the car.

His eleven daughters were already fucking me and the remaining twelfth was also on the holy warpath.

One thing was certain.

Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ had spectacular X chromosomes for exquisitely beautiful Musalmān daughters.

As we debarked from the car, the same scenario played itself out when I opened the door and held it open so Nādirah Sheikħ could step out.

I was in pleasant shock, but somehow I was able to offer my arm again and walk along with Nādirah Sheikħ behind her parents.

The whole bizarre thing had taken on all the trappings of a date.

A first date.

The only drawback to the sordid mess was the fact that we were being chaperoned by her parents.

The night passed in a blur with a secret touch her and a hidden smile there.

My poor, sex-starved brain was warning me to reel and there wasn’t a thing I could do about it.

Nādirah Sheikħ was a master in the art of stealth and flirtation.

I was beginning to wonder if it wasn’t all just a big joke to her.

Get me all hot and bothered and then leave me high and dry because there wasn’t a damned thing I could do about it.

But surely Raħmān Sheikħ’s sweet, little Sister couldn’t be that conniving.

Could she?
As we departed the restaurant, Nādirah Sheikħ put on a show similar to the one she had put on getting into the car at the house.

What was I going to do?

I couldn’t confront her and ask her what was going on.

What if there wasn’t anything going on?

What if it really was just a thing my hyper sexual, sex-starved psyche had dreamed up?

If I came out and confronted her and there was nothing going on, it would probably ruin things between us forever.

I lay awake that night waiting for a secretive knock on the door . . . but nothing came and it was four o’clock before I could finally fall asleep.

I regretted that I didn’t call someone of my Musalmān Beauties to fuck her.

But there was a possibility Nādirah Sheikħ could have honoured me.

I still couldn’t deny it.

When I finally did wake up it was one o’clock and all I had to show for it was a sleepless night and a hard on to add to the fog inside my brain.

Stumbling down the stairs, I wandered into the kitchen to get me something to eat.

But when I did, I found that I had company as Nādirah Sheikħ was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal.

She was wearing a loose pair of black, satin pajamas that clung to her like a second skin in some places and hung loosely in others.

“Hi, there, Sleepyhead,” she cheerfully chirped, smiling at me as she watched me with her big, blue eyes.

“Hi, there, yourself,” I mumbled, shuffling across the kitchen to the cabinet and pulling down a bowl. “Where are Ammī and her girlfriends?” I asked, picking up the box of cereal she had apparently left out for me.

“They’re down at the mall getting some last second stuff for the trip tomorrow,” she said as I shucked out some cereal and poured milk over it.

“You already have everything you need?” I asked plodding across the kitchen in my slippered feet to sit down across the table from her.

“Yeah, I’ve been looking forward and planning for this trip for the last six months. I’ve got everything . . . I need,” she softly laughed making her braless Musalmān breasts jiggle and bob down under the clingy satin material of her pajamas. “You?”

“Yeah, I guess. Maybe I’ll run down to the mall later just to make sure,” I told her unable to not notice the way her big nipples were tenting the shiny, satin material.

“I’m so glad you’re coming, too,” she sighed, setting her spoon down in the bowl and looking over at me with a happy, contented look on her smiling beautiful face. “I’ve missed you.”

“Where’s all this coming from? You never professed to miss me before,” I grinned.

“I don’t know,” she softly laughed. “It’s different now. Back then I was just your friend’ little Sister and you were my big, know-it-all brother’s friend. All that has changed. It’s kind of like we’re on even ground now. I can see you for who you are and not the demagogue I once thought you were.”

“Well, that’s nice to know. A demagogue, huh? I never pictured myself as a demagogue, but I guess I can be a little overbearing every once in a while,” I laughed, “When I want to be.”

“Yes, you can,” she told me, turning slightly as she spoke.

And when she did, I saw that one of the buttons on the top of her pajamas was unbuttoned as the opening down the front ballooned out.

When it did, I got a brief glimpse of white, quivering breast-flesh before she reached up and clamped the opening closed again.

“Oops—” she giggled. “I don’t know what has gotten into me lately. I feel like such a klutz when I’m around you.”

“You hide it well,” I smiled, glancing down at her fisted hand holding the opening clinched shut.

“Yeah, right—” she fussed, slowly releasing her hold on her pajamas and seeing if they would stay closed this time.

It did and she laid her hands down on each side of her bowl.

“So, tell me, what happened between you and your boyfriend? I haven’t heard you mention him lately,” I asked her.

“That’s an unpleasantry I’d rather forget,” she snorted, the sudden anger in her voice harsh and raw.

“What happened?”

“It’s kind of embarrassing,” she said. As she spoke, I saw a bright, red blush crawl out across her cheeks as she averted her beautiful Musalmān eyes away from mine.

“What? What did he do?”

“It’s too embarrassing—” she sniffed, still unable to bring herself to look at me.

“Come on, Nādirah Sheikħ, you can tell me. I’m your brother’s friend,” I told her reaching across the table and gently grasping her hands in mine. “Come on, tell me.”

Finally, she looked over at me.

“Durgesh, I’m not what he said,” she said and I could see the tears welling up for a flood. “I’m not a slut—”

“What?” I gasped; feeling like someone had hauled off and hit me in the stomach with a fist.

Why had the son-of-a-bitch said that about Raħmān Sheikħ’s sweet, little Sister?

“Oh, Allah, God, this is so embarrassing,” she wept, the tears finally starting to trickle down her blushed cheeks.

“What?” I demanded, squeezing her hands harder.

“I . . . I . . . I let me . . . oh, Durgesh it was horrible,” she sobbed, the tears becoming a river coursing down her cheeks. “It hurt, Durgesh. It hurt so bad . . . but he didn’t care. The only thing he cared about was him. He didn’t care if it hurt me as long as he got his, his . . . got what he wanted. It was terrible.”

I didn’t know immediately what to do.

I’d been in situation like this many times with so many Musalmān Beauties.

They loved sex as we Hindu men loved.

Yet, they were not slut.

I’m fucking countless Musalmān Beauties now almost 24x7x365.

I’m maintaining my Live in Relationship too, with most of them.

I know they aren’t slut at all.

Yes, most of them were crazy for sex.

But it was due to the peculiar sex ethics of their extremely backward Musalmān society.

Their society was responsible for it, not the Musalmān Beauties themselves.

They were Not, Certainly Not, slut.

She went on.

“Then he lied about it . . . he, he put it on a web site. And when everyone saw it, it was like I had leprosy or something. No one would talk to me or even be seen with me. It was terrible,” she wept.

“Did you tell Ammī and her girlfriends?” I asked her, squeezing her hands harder, trying to somehow take away some of the pain.

“Tell them that I’d let a boy . . . No. It was too embarrassing,” she sniffed.

“Can I see it?” I asked her as I tried to formulate a plan to rectify this situation.

“Why? It’s embarrassing enough for you to even know about it without actually seeing it.”

“Please . . .Let me see the extent to which a rascal can go to.” I insisted.

I wanted to see the web site to face the scoundrel thoroughly.

And then I would act.

“This is so bad,” Nādirah Sheikħ sniffed, pulling her hands out of mine and pushing up onto her feet.

As she did, the opening of her pajamas billowed out and gave me another brief glance of her beautiful, bare Musalmān breasts.

It was the oddest sensation seeing My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ, in so much pain and yet in the midst of it all, I was sneaking a peek at her breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs.

“Come on and I’ll show you,” she told me as she padded across the kitchen.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off her sweet, little big buttocked Musalmān ass as it twitched back and forth while I was following her down to her room.

Seconds later we were both staring at the monitor of her computer when suddenly there was a picture of Nādirah Sheikħ looking back at us.

She was wearing a miniscule bikini and the pose could be considered provocative, considering the title of the website.

It was labelled:

Nādirah Sheikħ the SLUT.’

I could feel my blood begin to boil as I read what the son-of-bitch had posted on his fucking website about Raħmān Sheikħ’s sweet, little Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ.

‘Horny? Looking for a little USED excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy?

Well, Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn is your Musalmān Beauty.

I can vouch for her as I was the one who took her sweet, little cherry.

Like I said, her excellent exquisite outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy is a little used, and if you’re interested in a little “Oral”/Anal action, too, she is quite proficient in these fields, too.

So, if you’re interested, here’s your chance. Call her at 775-6598. Good luck,

Muħammad Åbdullah —‘

“That punk,” I growled, looking over at my red-eyed darling Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn. “Someone ought to teach him some fucking manners.”

“It’s over now, Durgesh. I’m going away to University and I’ve changed my cell number,” she sniffed.

“Where does this punk usually hang out when he’s not on his computer bullying Musalmān Beauties?” I asked her.

“Down at the basketball courts at University, but don’t do anything to get yourself in trouble, Durgesh,” she told me.

“I won’t,” I snarled as I went stomping out of her room.

I was so mad, Muħammad Åbdullah was lucky he wasn’t in the vicinity or he might be missing an arm or two or maybe his cut Musalmān nūnī even.

Changing out of my pajamas, I slipped into my old sophisticated clothes.

Now I was not Durgesh the Supreme Business Tycoon, the Multi Zillionaire, the Writer.

I was a holy fighter, a holy warrior on holy warpath.

But I didn’t think it would go that far as I knew how effective the element of surprise was in a conflict.

Pulling up at the playground, I saw a little bunch of guys on the court shooting hoops down at one end of the courts and I picked out Muħammad Åbdullah as one of them from the picture Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn had sent me while I was over in Afghanistan.

As I stepped onto the court, I saw all the guys stop and look over at me, but I just kept on walking.

Finally I stopped when I was about three feet away from Muħammad Åbdullah.

“You Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked him, gathering myself for the punch.

“Who wants to know?” he smarted back at me.

“Durgesh the Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt—” I grunted aiming for his chin and swinging with all my might.

My fist caught Muħammad Åbdullah right on the chin as his head flew back and he went sprawling onto the concrete on his back.

“What the fuck—” he cursed, scrabbling and trying to get back up, but a foot on his groin stopped him.

I saw a couple of the other guys make a move as if they were going to come to his aid, but a threatening look and a terse “This is between me and him. No one else needs to get involved, else he would too get punished as this punk is going to be from now on.” stopped them in their tracks.

Turning back to Muħammad Åbdullah, I added a little more pressure with my foot for emphasis, just to get his attention again.

“You have one hour to remove that website and replace it with an apology,” I sneered down at him. “And if I ever catch you within a hundred yards of my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn, I’ll cut off your fucking balls and shove them down your throat. Do you understand?”

Muħammad Åbdullah lay looking up at me with hate gleaming in his eyes, but I knew that I had the upper hand as I watched Muħammad Åbdullah rubbing his chin.

When he didn’t answer me, I added a little more pressure with my foot.

I could feel the soft tissue under my sole giving and knew that I had my foot directly on top of his cut Musalmān nūnī.

“Do you understand?” I snarl, pushing harder.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it—” Muħammad Åbdullah muttered, his hands closing around the ankle of my brogan, trying to push my boot off his cut Musalmān nūnī.

“Good, because I have better things to do than kick your scrawny Musalmān ass,” I told Muħammad Åbdullah, lifting my foot off his Musalmān crotch and stepping back.

I didn’t give Muħammad Åbdullah  a chance to retaliate as I turned on my heel and went marching across the court toward my car.

I could feel Muħammad Åbdullah’s angry glare bouncing off my back as I stopped by my car and looked back over at the little knot of Musalmān boys.

They were all still looking at me, but Muħammad Åbdullah was glaring at me.

Smiling to myself, I opened the door and crawled into my car.

When I got back to the house, I saw that Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ’s car was parked in the garage, so I assumed that Ammī and her girlfriends had finished shopping.

Walking across the living room, I looked out back and saw that My friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ, and Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn were all out by the pool.

As usual, my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Ammī, Rizwānah Hāshmī, and Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn were wearing bikinis and Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ was wearing swimming trunks.

Hurrying up to my room, I slipped into trunks and went down to join them out on the patio.

“Where have you been?” Naåīmuddīn Sheikħ asked me as he stepped over toward the bar.

“I had some business to take care of,” I told him as I sat down in the chair sitting next to Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn.

“Where did you go?” I heard her ask in a voice so low I knew that I was the only one who could hear her.

“Let’s go up to your room, and I’ll tell you,” I smiled back at her.

“Uh, okay,” she said, looking back at me with a puzzled look on her pretty face.

Fascinated, I watched her breath-taking ever erect Musalmān boobs heave, threatening to flop out of her bikini as she pushed up onto her bare feet.

I was glad that I was wearing loose trunks as I could already feel my Uncut Hindu Prick starting to firm up as I stood.

“We’ll be back in a minute,” I heard Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn tell Ammī and her girlfriends as she started for the house.

Proudly I marched with Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn.

In her bikini, her pert, tight Musalmān butt cheeks were almost completely exposed as I admired the way they rippled and quivered with each mincing step she took.

“So, what’s the big secret that you couldn’t tell me in front of Ammī and her girlfriends?” she asked me once we were in her room.

“Pull up Muħammad Åbdullah’s website,” I grinned.

“Why, do you want to embarrass me again?”

“No, just pull it up,” I told her, taking her by the shoulders and turning her around to face her computer.

Sitting down in front of her computer, she quickly tapped a few keys and suddenly the monitor screen came to life.

Then, as we both watched, the website flashed onto the screen.

The phrase “Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn —I’m sorry—” had replaced the previous rant that had been there.

“What?” Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn gasped, turning, looking at me, her big, blue eyes and her mouth wide open in surprise.

“I just asked Muħammad Åbdullah if he’d like to remove what he said about you and apologize to you,” I grinned as I watched the look of surprise melt into a look of elation on my friend, Raħmān Sheikħ’s Sister, Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān face.

“I love you, Durgesh—” Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn gushed, jumping up and stumbling up in front of me.

Then before I could move, she reached out and wrapped her arms around me and pulled me against her.

With my arms trapped under hers, I couldn’t return the hug like I wanted to and was taken completely by surprise when Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn pressed her lips against mine in a hard, crushing ashvinātam kiss.

I was at a loss for words as we stood, our bodies touching from head to toe as we kissed.

It felt like electric sparks were arcing from everywhere our ashvinātam bodies touched and I could feel every sensual Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān curve of her excellent exquisite outstanding stunning dazzling young adult Musalmān body thrusting against mine.

I could feel the giving softness of her Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu chest and then, to my pleasantly shocked amazement, I thought I felt her rub her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mons against my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund.

Then, as suddenly as it had begun, it was over as she stepped back away from me.

As she did, I could see a bright, red flush spread out across her cheeks.

She was breathing hard and looked like she was about to cry.

“Thank you, Durgesh, thank you so much—” she told me, grinning from ear to ear.

“Wow, if that’s the thanks I get, I think I’ll go do it again,” I laughed, still shaken by her over-enthusiastic remuneration.

“Silly,” she smiled, reaching over and slowly running the backs of her fingers down my cheek. “I really meant it. Thank you so much. You don’t know how much it means to me.”

“Hey, what are big brother’s friends for if they can’t give their friend’s little Sisters a hand every once in a while,” I smiled, returning the gesture and slowly running the backs of my fingers down her cheek. “If there’s anything else I can do for you . . .” I said, pausing for effect,”. . . anything . . . anything at all, just let me know.”

Maybe that was the Moment I was referring to earlier.

I don’t know what it was, but something changed between us at that Moment.

Before it had seemed that we were almost strangers, but now in that brief span of seconds, we became Hindu man and Musalmān Beauty again.

But strangely, we now seemed to be closer than we had ever been before.

Maybe even closer than Hindu man and Musalmān Beauty!

“I will,” she whispered, leaning against me and giving me a soft, intimate ashvinātam kiss on my Hindu lips once more.

Then as we stepped apart again, I thought I felt her hand brush across my Uncut Hindu Lund, but in the Moment I couldn’t tell if it was an accident or on purpose.

Yet, I suspected she squeezed it too significantly.

I smiled.

Wasn’t it the reward I wanted from Nādirah Sheikħ Naåīmuddīn?

“We’d better get back downstairs before Ammī and her girlfriends think something is going on between us,” I heard her laugh as she grabbed hold of my hand and tugged me toward the door. “And we wouldn’t want them to think that . . . would we?”

“Uh, yeah, uh, no, no, we wouldn’t want them to think that,” I agreed, my mind in a muddle.

Was that a hint?

She had finally come out and said it?

She had insinuated that there could actually be something between us.

That thought sent an electric charge straight down to my Uncut Hindu Lund as it lurched down inside my trunks.

Chapter 7

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1- Of my Musalmān friends-5

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 5

Durgesh Ħamīdah Sheikħ

Durgesh Åādilah Sheikħ

Revived by the Momentary cessation of motion, I slowly eased my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her numb Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Sliding it back down the drenched Musalmān chute, I stopped when only my big, round Uncut Hindu Dick-head remained inside the seething entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Then with all my might, I hunched my Uncut Hindu Cock into her, driving it all the way to the hilt in one mighty lunge.

“UNNNNNHHHHHhhhhh,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  grunted as my Uncut Hindu Cock ripped into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān softness.

Again, I slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Cock and sent it rocketing back into her with such Hindu ferocity that she was being squashed up against the headboard of the bed.

Again I withdrew my hardness and drove it back into her violently.

She couldn’t believe the savagery of my Hindu assault.

Although her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt had been numb only Moments before, the brutal Hindu attack had revived the feeling inside it.

Each time my Uncut Hindu Cock tore into her soft, meaty Musalmān gash, she felt feelings that were part pain, part excitement, and part pure pleasure so intense it was beginning to mask all other feelings.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ  wanted it to continue infinitely, but her head was starting to hurt from being shoved into the headboard.

“Wait, Please, Wait, Just A Minute,” she gasped breathlessly.

“What, UNNNNNNHHHHHh,” I grunted, as I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into her again, sending her head crashing into the headboard.

“You’re beating my brains out against the headboard,” she groaned, “Let me scoot down a little, then you can fuck me all night, rather infinitely I say.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized.

Pulling my hips back, my Uncut Hindu Cock slipped out of her weeping Musalmān gash.

Backing away from her on my hands and knees, I kept going until my feet were hanging over the other end of the bed.

Rubbing her head, Ħamīdah Sheikħ slid down under me, letting her long, tawny legs drape over my Hindu calves.

Reaching down between us, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  quickly found my drenched Uncut Hindu Cock and hurriedly guided it back to her hungry Musalmān socket.

Feeling the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock slip into her, I eased the entire Hindu length of my thick, meaty wand back into her with one easy thrust.

I immediately began to saw my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her in an easy, slow motion.

In and out, in and out, it went.

“Do it as before,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  urged me. “Fuck me hard and soft like before. I was about to come again. Please, hard and soft.”

Pulling my hips back as far as I could manage it, I sent my Hindu hardness knifing back deepest inside the mushy core of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān softness, impaling her all the way to the hilt.

Gently easing it back each time, I repeated the attack over and over again, each time a little more violently.

“OH, YES, THAT’S IT, OH, YESSUUUNNGGGGHHHH, THAT’S IT, OH YES,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  praised me between my each savage Hindu thrust. “THAT’S ITTTUNNNNNNGHGHHGH, OH, FUCKING YES, FUUUCKKKK IT.”

She gloried in the feel of my mighty Uncut Hindu Penis raping her vulnerable Musalmān softness.

Each titanic Hindu blow drove her nearer to the edge of yet another orgasmic cataclysm.

The force of our ashvinātam bodies smashing together sounded like a mallet hitting a piece of meat as we fucked.

Again and again, I speared her all the way to the hilt.

At last, I pulled back and held myself back for the longest time, as it preparing for the final assault.

Suddenly, I ripped my steel hard Uncut Hindu Cock into her so hard I lifted her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks up off the bed.

“MY FUCKKKKIIINNNNNNGGGG PUSSSSSSSYYYYY ISSSS OOOOONNN FFFIRRRRE,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  screamed, as she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick finally erupt inside her, drenching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my overheated Hindu cum. “YOUUUR Hindu STUFFFFFF ISSSS BUURRRNIINNGGGG MYYYYYYY Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān PUUUUSSSSSYYYYY.”

She could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock bulge out and then spurt inside her, over and over again, as the mighty Hindu engine spewed gusher after gusher of its creamy white Hindu cum out into her overflowing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I could feel Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tight, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lock down on me, squeezing and milking me for all it was worth as she rocked off into another orgasm, but all I could think of was my own spurting Uncut Hindu Cock.

I was no longer a man.

My was a giant Uncut Hindu Penis spewing out its hot, toxic load into Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s wondrous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I could feel my Hindu balls clench each time before they sent another load of frothy Hindu semen blasting down the long fleshy tube running along the bottom of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I could feel the stream of hot Hindu jism ripping along the barrel and bursting out the tiny eye in the center of my Uncut Hindu Cock-head, pouring out and quickly filling her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my potent Hindu seed.

Within seconds, I had pumped her full of my Hindu cum again as it began to gush out of her, down onto the bed between her lovely Musalmān legs making a large, sloppy pool of cum.

Her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body was locked in a gigantic spasm as I slipped my Uncut Hindu Dick back out a little and drove it back into her with such force, little shock waves coursed through her tensed Musalmān muscles.

The instant my Uncut Hindu Cock reached its limit, it shot another hot load of creamy Hindu cum into her overheated Musalmān socket.

Again I pulled back and sent my Uncut Hindu Cock ripping back into her to deposit another rich load of my Hindu semen into her fertile Musalmān garden.

Again and again, I withdrew and drove my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her again until our groins were drenched in our overflow.

Both of us were coated with the broth of our ashvinātam love that had been created with the overflow of my rich creamy Hindu cum mixed with her fragrant, syrupy Musalmān juices.

Lastly, I thrust myself into her one last time.

My Uncut Hindu Cock bucked and sent out one last gigantic gusher of my Hindu cum into her battered Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Finished and drained, I felt Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s whole Musalmān body relax.

Dropping down, exhausted and too tired to move, I just lay there as I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock shrivel back down her bruised Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān channel of love.

“I’ve never, whew, I’ve never had it that, uhhhh, never had it that good,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ whispered.

I finally panted, lifting my leg over hers and pulling my lifeless Uncut Hindu Cock out of her.

Groaning, I rolled over beside her.

“Five times, five times,” she murmured, “Can you believe it, five times? I never will be able to top this. It’s been awesome. I don’t care if I do go to hell for it, at least I had some long hours of heaven with you.”

“How can anything that makes two people feel so good, be so wrong?” I asked out loud.

“I don’t understand it either,” she crooned, running her hand down to her bruised and battered pubis.

“Oh, my goodness, I’m all sticky and gooey. It felt like you came for a whole hour. You sure filled me up…and then some.”

“I don’t think I have a single sperm left in my balls,” I grinned lovingly at her, “Your lovely little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussy  sucked them all out, every last one.”

“What if I get pregnant?” she asked me, grinning wickedly with her head resting on my heaving Hindu belly.

Eīshān, Oh, God, child,” I groaned, yet winked at her impishly ingeniously, “don’t even think about it. They would kill both of us.”

“I guess that if I did have a baby,” she smiled innocently; “it would be more you than me wouldn’t it?”

“Huh?” I muttered mischievously. “What do you mean?”

“Well, I’m half of my Abbū and half of my Ammī, right?” She went on.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so,” I muttered.

“But if I had a baby son, it would be half of me and half of you, right?” She smiled at me.

“Yeah. So?”

“So since I’m half Abbū and half Ammījān,” she grinned, “the baby would start out my half instead of Ammījān’s half, so that would make her more you than me. Get it?”

“I’m confused,” I winked and groaned playfully. “And I’m too tired to even think about it. You wore me out you little mink.”

“Now that you mention it,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  yawned, “I’m myself so tired too, I feel like I could sleep a week,”

Getting to her hands and knees, she bent down and gave me a long, tender kiss.

“Night-night,” she smiled, blowing me a kiss.

“Where are you going?” I asked her.

“To my room. Why?” she asked back.

“Don’t you want to sleep with me?” I asked frowning.

“You mean you want me to sleep with you?” she asked incredulously.

“No one will know,” I smiled, “and besides, you can’t tell what might come up.”

“You really want me to sleep with you?” she giggled childishly, unfastening her garter belt and slipping her hose off.

“Your Ammījān won’t be home until Saturday,” I said, patting the bed beside me, smiling at her.

“You mean that there may be some life left in this old Hindu boy?” she grinned back at me, reaching over and tickling my flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock with her long, pink fingernails.

As she did, she watched it as it stirred.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, my God, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I think it is getting hard again, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! ” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  giggled again.

“Well, I doubt that it’ll wake up any time soon,” I laughed, gently moving her hand away from my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“That’s too bad,” she pouted. “I was just getting used to us being lovers.”

“Well, maybe, since you’ve been my such a good little Musalmān girl, maybe we could both call in sick tomorrow,” I smiled lecherously. “That is if you want to.”

“Would you?” she exclaimed, jumping into bed beside me and snuggling up to me, hugging me tight. “I can’t wait for tomorrow to get here. This is like Eīdul Fitr. Oh, boy, I can’t wait.”

“I think I’ve created a monster,” her Hindu lover said, shaking my head. “I only hope that I can control it.”

“We will, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! don’t worry; everything will work out great,” she told me, pulling the covers up over us and yawning. “You’ll see…you’ll have all the Musalmān Beauty you could ever want and I’ll do it anyway you want to do it. Any way. All you have to do is ask.”

“Okay,” I smiled, “but right now I think we both need some rest.”

“Okay, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she giggled giddily. “But remember…any way you want to, any time you want to. Okay?”

“I’ll remember, darling,” I said, flicking off the light…*

Ħamīdah Sheikħ awoke with a strange feeling.

What was she doing sleeping in her Ammī’s bed, she wondered, as her eyes roamed the room?

And what was her Ammī’s Hindu lover doing sleeping with her.

Allah, yā Allah! My God, what was going on, she groggily wondered?

Then, as the sleep washed away and was replaced by the reality of daylight, she remembered what had happened.

Tentatively, she reached down to her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Expecting it to be sore and bruised from the terrible fucking she had received from Durgesh, her Ammī’s Hindu lover, her Abbū’s close friend, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  was surprised when the only thing she felt was a quick stirring of need.

She couldn’t believe it.

After last night, she didn’t think she would be able to walk, much less fuck.

But there it was.

She was already horny.

What happened to her last night?

She had enjoyed sex with several Hindu boys before her new Hindu lover, Durgesh, but none of them had stirred her like this.

It was almost as if she had become a nymphomaniac Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty over night.

Her head spinning with wicked, evil thoughts, she ran her hand down under the sheets to my Hindu groin.

Maybe she could wake me up and entice me into a quick fuck before University, she thought as she groped me.

University?

Wait…hadn’t I told her that I was going to call us in sick so we could spend the whole day fucking?

Yes, I had, she thought feverishly, as her hand suddenly brushed across my rock-hard Uncut Hindu Penis.

Expecting to find me soft and flaccid, she was surprised to find me ripe and hard.

But I was still asleep, she told herself as she looked down at me.

Wait a minute.

Something in the back of her mind recalled that sometimes men woke up with a hard-on.

‘Piss hard’, I think they call it, she laughed to herself.

Well, no matter what they called it, she smiled; she wasn’t going to let such a treasure go to waste.

Getting to her hands and knees, she eased the sheet back off me as I slept.

Staring down at my huge, bloated Uncut Hindu Prick, she felt a tingle of excitement run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She couldn’t wait to feel it buried deepest inside her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, she thought as she lifted her leg and straddled her new Hindu lover.

Hindu lover of entire family’s Musalmān houseladies?

Isn’t Durgesh now?

Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled triumphantly.

Now she knew how Durgesh was fucking almost all of the Musalmān houseladies of her girlfriends.

Now with me between her legs and my Uncut Hindu Cock lying just below her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, she reached down and grabbed hold of it.

“Huh, what in the…” her Hindu lover snorted, as she quickly lifted my Uncut Hindu Cock into position and squatted down onto it.

“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” she groaned, as she felt the hot Hindu hardness of my fat Uncut Hindu Cock slide up into her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I woke to find my dear little baby girl on top of me, leaning forward with her hands on each side of my head and her giant tits swaying above my face as her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rose and fell on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

A smile crept across my lips as I looked down and watched my thick, wet Uncut Hindu Cock slicing up into her sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān slit every time she slammed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī glorious gorgeous ardent Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass down on me.

She was so wet and tight, I could hear loud slurping noises coming from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as it slid up and down my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Waking to such a lovely sound and sight, I reached up and grabbed Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s delightful breasts, tweaking and pulling on the big pink knobs jutting out of their center.

“Damn…unhhh…it…I can’t enough of your big, fat Uncut Hindu Cock,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ groaned loudly between thrusts. “It feels so fucking good I could fuck you all day long.”

“I’m game,” I snorted, hunching my Uncut Hindu Cock up into the searing heat of her overripe Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Within Moments, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s beautiful body was coated with a sheen of perspiration as she worked at fucking her Supreme Experienced Hindu lover.

The light in the room glistened off her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, accentuating her curves and hollows wonderfully as she stroked her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy up and down my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Up and down, up and down went her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks as she puffed and panted from the exertion.

“Allah, yā Allah! OH My God, it’s coming again,Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ” she panted, her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rising and falling quicker and quicker. “Here, here it comessssss.”

Suddenly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī glorious gorgeous ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass froze in mid-stroke.

Quivering and trembling, she threw her head back and screamed out her joy.

“I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT! I LOVE IT!” she screeched, as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī glorious gorgeous ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass began to shake again and patter up and down rapidly.

Grabbing hold of one of my closest Musalmān friends, Raħmān Sheikħ’s orgasming daughter, I thrust all eight inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock up into her as she roared off into another climax.

Even Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ, was not so sexy.

Holding my Uncut Hindu Cock shoved up into the convulsing heat of her tight little Uncut Hindu Cock, I held her down, keeping her impaled on my Hindu hardness. ˆ

“GAAAAARRRWWDDDDDD!” she screamed out in pleasure, “cuminnnnagainn.”

Holding her firmly pinioned down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, I let her ride out the storm that raged inside her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Squealing and writhing, she rode the wild, wonderful waves of delight for full thirty or forty seconds before she felt the passion begin to fade.

Finally though, she went limp, collapsing down onto my nude Hindu chest.

“Five last night,” she moaned, “and one already, today. Can you believe it?

“What a wonderful way to wake up,” I laughed, hunching her to remind her my hard Uncut Hindu Cock was still buried in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān softness.

“Oh, that feels good,” she giggled, squeezing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down around my Uncut Hindu Cock and milking it with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles.

“So does that,” I grinned clenching the muscles around my Uncut Hindu Cock to make it bulge out inside her hot, sucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Want to use that lovely thing on me?” she asked me, leaning down and giving me a long, deep kiss.

“I’d love to,” I grinned, “but first I need to take care of business.”

“Huh,” she grunted, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again. “What kind of business?”

“University and work. Remember?” I told her, picking up the phone and dialing.

“Oh, yeah. I’m having such a great time, I forgot,” she giggled.

“Hello…uh…this is I, Durgesh…Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover,” I said into the phone.

Just then, Ħamīdah Sheikħ leaned down and tickled my nipple with her tongue.

“Uh…uh…I’m just calling to…uh…”

Holding my hand over the phone, I pushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth up away from my chest.

“Stop that until I’m through,” I muttered.

“I’m sorry,” I said, moving my hand away from the phone. “As I was saying, I’m Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover and she won’t be in University today. She has come down with something and I’m going to keep her in bed today.”

“Yippee. Yippee,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ whimpered animatedly, squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her tight, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt again.

“Oh, I’m sure she will,” I said into the phone. “Thank you. Good bye.”

“You’d better stop that or you’ll get us in serious trouble,” I chastised her, dialing the phone again.

“What? You don’t like for me to do this,” she smiled, clenching her Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy down on me again.

“When I’m through here,” I told her, holding my hand over the phone, “you can do it all day long. But please wait until I’m through here. Okay?”

“Oh, alright,” she pouted, “If I have to.”

“Uh…hello…Hank…I here…” I said into the phone, as I felt Ħamīdah Sheikħ grab me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt one more time.

“I caught something and I’m going to stay in bed today,” I said rolling my eyes in exasperation at Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ. “You think you can handle it without me today?”

Before I could stop her, Ħamīdah Sheikħ bent down and attacked my nipple with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and tongue again.

“Uh…yeah…uh…thanks…I’ll…uh…I’ll see you on Monday…I hope,” I smiled, trying to push Ħamīdah Sheikħ away from my nipple. “Bye.”

“You little Jezebel,” I growled, putting the phone down and grabbing hold of her around the waist.

Holding onto her tightly, I quickly rolled over on top of her without disconnecting our union.

As she lay pinned under me, I reached down and grabbed her legs, lifting them up until she was almost bent in two with her calves resting against the front of my shoulder.

With her legs stretched up so far, her deep, wet gash was totally exposed to my Uncut Hindu Cock and I quickly took advantage of it. Driving my Uncut Hindu Cock into her vulnerability, I thrust it into her all the way up to its thick, hairy hilt. T

The only thing that stopped it was my ever slim stomach slapping into the back of her uplifted smooth Musalmān thighs.

“Gosh, it’s in SSSOOOOO deep,” she gushed, feeling my Hindu hardness penetrating her totally. “It feels SOOOOOOO fucking good, I don’t want you to ever stop. Just keep fucking me till I exist.”

Then, just as Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, I drew my hips back to impale her with it again, the doorbell rang.

“WHAATT NNN THUUUU FUCK,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ sputtered, surprised by the sound.

“Now who in the hell could that be?” I too snorted angrily.

“Don’t answer it,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said, trying to pull me down into her again. “It’s probably a salesman or something. Come on and fuck me.”

“I should better answer it,” I complained, easing my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān socket. “It might be something to do with your Ammī and it would be hard to explain why I didn’t answer it when I was home sick.”

“OH, please don’t go,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ whined, still pulling at me.

“I’d better,” I said reluctantly.

“Damn it…then hurry back,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ told me, letting her legs drop to the bed, “I’ll be waiting for you.”

“You do that,” I grinned, “I’ll be back before you can count to ten.”

“One-two-three-you’d better hurry,” she smiled as the doorbell rang again, more insistently this time.

Grabbing my robe, I threw it on marching down the hallway.

My big, heavy Uncut Hindu Cock, still hard and stiff, slashed up and down angrily as I bounded down the stairs, three at a time.

Grabbing the errant monstrosity, I quickly stuffed it up under the belt of my robe and hoped that it didn’t flop out when I answered the door.

Just then, the doorbell clattered again as I walked up to the door.

My nerves on edge, I peeked through the peek-hole.

It was Jalīs Sheikħ’s sister, Åādilah Sheikħ.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my Sālī, my sister in law.

What in the world could she want, I wondered?

Of all the people in the world to be visiting at this particular Moment, she was probably the worst.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, I only hoped that Ħamīdah Sheikħ stayed put until I could get rid of her.

Cautiously, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Supreme Experienced Hindu lover, I opened the door a little and peeked out.

“Why…Åādilah Sheikħ…Hello…,” I said peering out through the crack.

“Hello, Durgesh,” she smiled back at me.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” I asked her through the crack in the door.

“Aren’t you going to let me in or do I have to stand out here in this heat?” she said, stepping toward the door.

“Oh…uh…sure…come in…but…you’ll have to excuse the way I’m dressed. I didn’t feel too good…so I called in sick,” I told her.

“Sick?” she laughed, stepping inside, “You don’t look too sick to me…or you’ve made a miraculous recovery.”

“I just didn’t feel like going in today,” I lied.

“I thought so,” she smiled at me.

“Speaking of sick, what are you wearing that coat for; it must be a hundred degrees outside today? Do you have a cold?”

“No…not…uh…not really,” Åādilah Sheikħ said nervously fidgeting with the belt buckle on the coat. “In fact…I guess…uh…that you…uh…could say…uh…that I have just the opposite.”

“What do you mean the opposite?” I asked her, walking over to the bar, trying to keep my swollen member from popping out, “You have the hots?”

“It’s something I’ve wanted to do for the longest time,” she smiled uneasily. “But today I finally got up enough nerve to do it, at least I thought I did before I got here.”

“I’m afraid that I’m still in the dark,” I told her puzzled at all the mystery.

“When I heard that Jalīs Sheikħ was gone until tomorrow, I just knew that I had to come over here,” she blushed, still fidgeting with the coat belt. “I…uh…have always…uh…wanted…uh…well…uh…you.”

“What did you say?” I blurted out, not believing what I heard. “What did you…”

“I said that I have always wanted to make love to you,” Åādilah Sheikħ  said again, with less hesitation than before. “And I figured today would be a good day for it with Jalīs Sheikħ away and Ħamīdah Sheikħ in University. This is something that has been inside me since I met you, but Jalīs Sheikħ beat me to you, so I just decided to bid my time and one day the opportunity would present itself. I waited and waited and waited. Today, I decided I had waited long enough.”

“I…uh…Jeez…uh…I don’t know…uh…what to say,” I said, my turn to be flabbergasted. “This is so unexpected.”

“I’m sorry if I surprised you,” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled shyly, unfastening the belt to her coat and opening it wide open.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh, MY GOD,” I gushed, staring at her.

She was only wearing a bra, garter belt, panties, and hose.

Stepping back in entirely unanticipated pleasant shock, I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch, sending the belt to my robe skittering off my Uncut Hindu Cock and leaving it free to flop out into the open.

“For Eīshān‘s sake,” I smiled, grabbing it and trying to stuff its ripe Hindu hardness back inside my robe. “I’m sorry that happened; I sure as hell didn’t plan it that way.”

“Don’t apologize to me,” she smiled, letting her coat drop to the floor, baring her pretty naughties. “I was very impressed with what I saw.”

Eīshān, My God,” I groaned, caught in the middle of a predicament I would have welcomed at any other time. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well,” she said, walking toward me, “I do.”

I watched her strolling toward me, enjoying the view she presented, but cautious at the dilemma she had placed me in.

“This couldn’t have come at a worse time,” I mumbled, staring at her.

Åādilah Sheikħ had her rich red hair piled on top of her head in a bun.

Her small, beautifully-shaped breasts were covered with a filmy red brassiere with red lace trim that was so transparent I could easily see her dark areola with its ripe little nipple protruding out from it.

Her tiny beautiful Musalmān waist was encircled with a matching red garter belt that held up a pair of red hose.

Her panties, if you could call them that, were simply two pieces of black lace running down the middle of a wrapping of sheer red material.

It was obvious that they were crotchless as I could see some of her kinky red pubic hair peeking out from between the pieces of black lace.

All this was perched atop a pair of bright red pumps that made her lovely legs seem even more perfectly shaped.

In addition, she wore three long strands of pearls around her slender neck and a bracelet of pearls on her left wrist…

“Well, do you like what you saw? I do, as far as I’m concerned.” she asked me naughtily.

I stood staring at her trying to control my mouth from hanging open.

“Huh…uh…what?” I smiled, as Åādilah Sheikħ brazenly walked up to me and spread open my robe, letting my swollen Hindu manhood flop out into the open again.

“It looks to me like you do,” she laughed, reaching down and squeezing my brick-hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Musalmān Beauty,” I gasped, trying to step back away from her but finding my swollen Uncut Hindu Cock held captive by her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hand.

“It looks to me like you were already ready when I got here,” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled at me. “In fact, I think I detect the delicate aroma of hot Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. You wouldn’t have been fooling around with another Musalmān Beauty, would you?”

“What…the…uh…what do you mean?” I gasped, trying to free my imprisoned Uncut Hindu Cock from her Musalmān hand.

Eīshān, how impossible it was.

No feminine Musalmān hand can ever release my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund once it is grabbed successfully.

“I mean that I can smell Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy juice on you. Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy juice that means a Musalmān Beauty that was hot and wet,” she said, releasing my Uncut Hindu Cock and smelling her hand. “Very hot and very recent; in fact you’re still wet from her.”

Eīshāaaaaaaaaaaaan ,” I exclaimed, not knowing how I was going to extricate myself from the mess that had the potential to revolutionize my life so radically even if positively.

“Well… Durgesh darling …I am surprised,” Åādilah Sheikħ  laughed, finding that she had gained the upper hand. “But relax. I’ve always wanted to be a part of a menage-a-trois. If we can convince the other lady to join us, it looks like I can kill two birds with one stone or two dreams with one Uncut Hindu Cock. I can have you and another Musalmān Beauty all at the same time.”

Åādilah Sheikħ.”

“Come on, Durgesh darling,” Åādilah Sheikħ smiled, taking my hand and pulling me toward the stairs. “Let’s go meet your other lady friend.”

I couldn’t think of any way to stop the inevitable as I reluctantly followed her up the stairs.

But even as I fought to keep from bolting out the front door in indecision, I found myself admiring my sister-in-law’s lovely, firm round Musalmān ass as she strode up the stairs ahead of me.

I was a great lover of Musalmān Beauties, I told myself.

She was leading me to my bedroom and all I could think of was her delectable little Musalmān ass.

Still pulling back on her hand, hoping that I could think of something before we walked in on Ħamīdah Sheikħ, my time quickly ran out.

“Let’s see,” Åādilah Sheikħ grinned lewdly when we arrived at the top of the stairs, “Which room would it be. I think we’ll try the master Bedroom first.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I finally asked her. “You might not want to know who it is.”

“Now, Durgesh darling, who could it be?” she giggled, walking down the hallway. “Could it be Amy: Āmnah, or Sally: Sāliħah, or maybe even Qudasiyah?”

“No,” I grunted.

“Who was it…OH MY GOD, AUNT ÅĀDILAH SHEIKĦ, WHAT ARE…” Ħamīdah Sheikħ screeched when she saw her aunt enter the room in front of me.

“OH FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE, IT’S LITTLE ĦAMĪDAH SHEIKĦ,” Åādilah Sheikħ blubbered out, rushing over to the bed where Ħamīdah Sheikħ sat stark naked with her wet little Ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gaping wide open, “Allah, yā Allah! OH MY GOD, CHILD, DID Durgesh, the Hindu scoundrel, HURT You?”

Chapter 6

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1-Of my Musalmān friends-4

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 4

Durgesh Ħamīdah Sheikħ

 Gently toying with my swelling Uncut Hindu Penis, she pressed her firm, ripe breasts into my chest.

Eīshān, OH MY GOD!” I grunted, trying to stand on my feet.”We’ll roast in hell,” I growled, reaching down and lifting her into my arms. “But I don’t have the will-power to resist you.”

“Nonsense! I love you, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!,” she murmured, nibbling on my ear…

Grunting with effort, I carefully stepped up out of the hot tub, carrying Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, in my arms.

Leaving a trail of water behind me, I clumped across the room to the stairs.

While she wasn’t a heavyweight, carrying her one hundred and ten pounds up the stairs was quite a chore.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, gasping for breath, I carried her down the hall to my bedroom.

“Wow, Special Delivery,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled, as I approached the big bed with its many-colored spread.

Stopping at the edge of the bed, I gently lowered her down onto it.

“I’ll be right back,” I smiled, heading into the bathroom.

“Are you all right?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ asked me, watching me marching into the bathroom.

“Sure my new Musalmān wife, just give me a minute or two to rest,” I smiled.

“I’m going to run down to my room for a minute and I’ll be right back. Okay?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  asked me, letting her feet drop to the floor.

“You aren’t getting cold feet, are you?” I asked, stopping at the door and looking back at her. “If you are, we can stop.”

“No way. I never want to stop, my Hindu husband,” she laughed, getting to her feet. “I’ll be right back.”

After a few moments, Ħamīdah Sheikħ strolled back into the room, this time wearing nothing but a pair of thin, dark hose and a frilly black garter belt.

The dark straps of the garter belt formed a frame around her extremely beautiful Musalmān mound of soft, brown pubic hair, drawing even more attention to the lovely patch of curly hair.

Flouncing down on the bed, she waited for me to return from the bathroom.

“Is everything okay in there?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  asked, wondering why I hadn’t come back yet.

“Yeah, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Just then she heard the sound of me peeing into the toilet.

She listened to the coarse, loud splattering of my Hindu urine splashing into the toilet and realized she had never heard a man peeing before.

Strangely, she felt that it was crude and almost vulgar in a way, but at the same time it made her feel even closer to me.

At last, she heard the toilet being flushed.

Then she smiled as I came walking back into the bedroom wiping my hands on a towel.

Her eyes immediately dropped to the dangling hunk of Hindu meat between my legs as I came toward her.

It amazed her that something so limp and soft could become so hard and stiff.

And do it so quickly.

“You look lovely,” I smiled down at her, standing at the edge of the bed admiring her soft billowing Musalmān curves.

“Thank you,” she grinned up at me, reaching over and taking hold of my dangling Uncut Hindu Penis. “You let it get all soft while I was gone.”

“That won’t be a problem for very long,” I laughed, slipping down beside her.

“I think you’re right,” she murmured, already feeling the stirring of life in my Hindu manhood.

Leaning over her, I gently shoved her down onto the bed.

Wrapping my hand around a big, pink melon, I began to rub and mash on it as she gurgled her approval.

Tweaking the big, rubbery nipple to life, I bent down and lovingly teased it with my lips and tongue.

“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!,” she sighed, as I sucked it in between my lips flicking my tongue back and forth across it.

I was still reeling from the suddenness of our intensely wild affection.

I had never imagined that I would be this intimate with my friend’s daughter.

It was enough to feel me immense pride as I nuzzled the softness of her full, heavy breast.

But even as I feasted upon the delicacy of her swollen nipple, I felt her soft, hot little hand stroking me back to hardness.

Luxuriating in the warm glow of our new bond, I soon found myself hard and ready again.

“It’s big and hard again,” she crooned, as I tormented her nipple. “Do you want to do it again?”

“What’s the hurry?” I said, letting go of her swollen, tender nipple.

“But, I thought,” she started to say, but paused as she watched me slowly scoot down the bed and wriggle up between her outstretched legs.

“I want to kiss you all over,” I said softly. “Wouldn’t you like me to kiss your wonderful little Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy?

“OH, YES, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she gasped. “But I didn’t know if you wanted to do that.”

“I love to,” I said, lowering my mouth down to the furry little patch of curly hair covering her Musalmān Beauty.

Prowling through the tangle of curly hairs and soft, slippery flesh, I searched for the kernel of her Musalmān Beauty.

Then, I knew I had found it as my lips scraped across the smooth, slick little Musalmān mound and her whole body jerked.

“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Ħamīdah Sheikħ gurgled, as I explored her Musalmān femininity with my hot, probing lips.

Poking and pushing on the little Musalmān button with my Uncut Hindu Penis, I quickly had Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tiny clitoris bulging out in the open, seeking more attention.

I quickly attacked the silky little ball, letting my Uncut Hindu Prick  tickle and tease it roughly as Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, writhed in pleasure.

Allah, God, I was good, Ħamīdah Sheikħ groaned to herself, as I tormented her hot, aching clitoris.

She couldn’t believe it.

I was kissing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Oh, I knew just where to touch her.

Touch her and coax her toward another orgasm.

She could already feel it coming.

The heady excitement of our ashvinātam wickedness was so exhilarating, it was as easy as falling off a cliff, she thought as she gave herself up to me.

Just then, as she was reveling in the feel of my Uncut Hindu Penis  on her tingling Musalmān clitoris, she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick  touch her again.

She could barely breathe as she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick  touching her, feeling her, exploring the exposed opening of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Even with all the pleasure pouring from her Musalmān clitoris, she could feel my Uncut Hindu Prick  playing with the fleshy Musalmān lips surrounding her Musalmān Beauty.

Grabbing hold of the bedspread, clenching a handful in each hand, she slipped closer and closer to precipice of another gut wrenching orgasm.

Digging her heels into the bed, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  arched back, thrusting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy up into my hungry Uncut Hindu Lund.

Straining and grunting, her muscles tensed tightly; the prize was almost hers.

Then all at once, she felt me slide my Uncut Hindu Lund  up into her salivating young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

As she started to fall into the dark abyss of pleasure, she felt me ease my Uncut Hindu Lund  into her and then shoved up into her hot, clutching Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Suddenly, I began to fuck her gently as I rubbed her clitoris mercilessly.

She couldn’t breathe as a thousand stars burst inside her head.

She could hear the roaring crackle of fire licking up from her exploding young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina as she was consumed by the ecstasy of her orgasm.

“OHGODDURGESH DARLING, MÉRÉ HINDU PIYĀ, HINDU  AL BUŮŪLATUL MUSLIMĀT, HUM MUSALMĀN ĦASĪNĀON KÉ HINDU KĦASAM, HINDU  HUSBAND OF US MUSALMĀN BEAUTIES!,” she groaned, as her body was possessed by monstrous orgasm.

I’m dying and going to heaven, she told herself, as she was whisked away on the wings of pleasure so deep and profound, it almost hurt.

Her whole body was clenched into one giant paroxysm as she gasped for air.

Her whole existence was her Musalmān clitoris, where my Uncut Hindu Lund  was wickedly attacking her.

Higher and higher, she flew, up where the birds of paradise dwelled.

She flew among them, swooning and soaring on wings of joy.

Then, like a dying sunset, the pleasure began to wane and fade away until she finally felt herself slowly floating back down to earth.

Then she became aware of how super-sensitive her Musalmān clitoris was.

And I was still rubbing it with my Uncut Hindu Penis.

Rubbing  it with my Uncut Hindu Penis  that now felt like gritty sandpaper scraping across her raw Musalmān clit.

“OOOOhhhhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, it’s too sensitive,” she murmured, pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund  away from her tormented Musalmān clitoris.

Slowly, as she reveled in the sweet afterglow of her climax, I lovingly kissed the soft folds of Musalmān flesh surrounding her aching Musalmān Beauty.

“Allah, yā Allah! My, God, that was wonderful,” she sighed, slowly unclenching her fists. “I’ve never felt it that way before.”

“I just wanted to make my sweet, little baby girl feel good,” I grinned up at her with juice-coated Uncut Hindu Lund, from between her soft, white inner Musalmān thighs.

Watching with love-sated eyes, she saw me slowly raise myself up onto my knees.

Smiling down at her, I stood there on my knees between her legs with my evil, wicked-looking Uncut Hindu Prick jutting out from my hairy Hindu groin like a big, meaty Hindu weapon.

As she stared down at the benevolent Hindu  monster, she remembered how her Ammī had sucked on it.

Sucked on it until I had shot my Hindu load into her Ammī’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Now she wanted to do that.

Do that and bring me pleasure like I had just done for her.

As these wicked thoughts swirled around inside her head, she watched me slowly lower my stiff Hindu weapon down toward her vulnerable Musalmān Beauty.

“Wait. Please, wait,” she murmured, reaching down for my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“What? What’s wrong? Don’t you want to do it?” I asked, as she took hold of me with her hand.

“What’s the hurry?” she laughed softly, echoing my earlier comment.

“I want to suck on you,” she said, feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock jump in her had as she spoke.

“Are you sure?” I asked her. “You don’t have to, you know.”

“I want to suck on you,” she stated emphatically, her fingers clutching my stiff Hindu hardness.

“You really don’t have to,” I said again, feeling her pulling on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Bring it to me,” she commanded me. “I want to suck on it just like Ammī sucked on it.”

“WHAT TH…” I spat out.

“I want to suck on it. I want to taste you in my mouth. I want to taste what I tasted like before I was a baby,” she crooned at me, letting go of my Uncut Hindu Cock as I lurched back in pleasant proud surprise.

“I want to taste you,” she went on.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I blubbered, slowly crawling over her legs with my jerking Uncut Hindu Dick slashing from side to side like an evil snake coiled and ready to strike at her any second.

Grabbing hold of the twitching Hindu monster, she pulled on me until I straddled her, standing on my knees with my huge, pulsating Uncut Hindu Penis twitching evilly above her face.

“How did it happen?” She asked. “How did you and Ammī make it? Did you make it on this very bed? Did you put it in Ammī’s mouth first? Put it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and then put it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy so that you could make love? Did you do that just like we’re going to do now?”

She watched my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock dance up and down as she spoke.

Every question she asked me made my Uncut Hindu Cock jump with excitement.

“Did you?” she asked me again, as she slowly bent the hard thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis down, forcing the bulging purple Uncut Hindu Cock-head down toward her ruby-colored Musalmān lips.

Teasingly, she held my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock-head just above her soft Musalmān lips.

“Did you?” she whimpered, flicking out her tongue and licking the soft, sensitive underside of my twitching Uncut Hindu Penis.

Eīshān, Oh, God YES,” I groaned. “We fucked on this bed. We fucked and made love. I put it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and made love.”

“Do you want to come in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  smiled wickedly, running her tongue along my bobbing Uncut Hindu Prick again.

“More than anything else in the world,” I whined, trying to push my Uncut Hindu Cock down into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“I want you to,” she murmured. “I want you to fill up my Musalmān mouth with your hot, sweet Hindu syrup. I want you to shoot so much Hindu cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth that I won’t be able to swallow it all.”

She felt my Uncut Hindu Cock twitch dangerously as she finally opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and eased the big, purple head of my Uncut Hindu Cock down between her big, soft lips.

“Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I gurgled, as I felt her soft, clinging Musalmān lips close down around my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock, searing me with the heat of ashvinātam fire.

Sucking softly on my thick, hard Uncut Hindu Cock, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  held onto it with one hand and cupped one of the cheeks of my ass, pulling me down deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Slowly, she let the thick shaft of my Hindu meat slide between her clutching Musalmān lips until she felt the big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock-head butt up against the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

It almost made her gag, but she fought against it as she pushed against my hairy stomach, forcing my Uncut Hindu Cock back up.

Slowly, she let the evil, spit-drenched snake slither back out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth until only the big purple Uncut Hindu Cock-head was left inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Holding it there, she began to suck and lick on the bloated Uncut Hindu Cock-head, feeling my excitement grow as my Uncut Hindu Cock grew even harder.

Teasing and tormenting the bulging Uncut Hindu Cock-head with her tongue and mouth, she let her hand wander down to my big balls.

She was expecting them to be dangling down, but they weren’t.

They were all bunched up tightly underneath the hairy base of my giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

My testicles had produced the semen that had pleased her.

And now she was playing with them.

Playing with them and trying to get me to fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with tI very same Hindu semen that had filled her Ammī too.

The irony of it sent a shiver of excitement through her as she lovingly fondled them.

“Oh, Ħamīdah Sheikħ,” I groaned, as she rolled my balls around inside the fleshy sack of scrunched skin.

She could hear and see that I was growing more and more excited as my breath was becoming ragged and rough gasps.

As she felt the fury inside my bloated Hindu monster growing, the harder she sucked and teased the swollen Uncut Hindu Cock-head.

She could tell that I was straining to hold back the inevitable explosion as my whole body began to shake and tremble.

“You’d better stop,” I groaned, trying to pull my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “or I’m gonna cum—cum in your mouth.”

Pausing for a moment, she let my twitching Uncut Hindu Penis slither out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“I want you to come,” she said, running her tongue along the puffy underside of my jerking Uncut Hindu Cock. “Come in my mouth. Come in my mouth just like you came in Ammī’s mouth last night.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I blurted out, feeling her hot, little tongue teasing the sensitive underside of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Now,” she commanded me, as she jerked my Uncut Hindu Dick back down and roughly sucked me into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her soft Musalmān lips locked down around the thick shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she tongue-lashed my bulging Uncut Hindu Cock-head with a vengeance.

As her tongue teased and tormented the bulging head of my Uncut Hindu Penis, she began to stroke my Uncut Hindu Cock with her hand.

Squeezing and pulling on my balls at the same time, she urgently coaxed me toward my eruption with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and hands.

Then she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock draw back up against my hairy belly as my balls tightened up next to my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Then abruptly, my legs began to quiver and I groaned out loud.

Suddenly, without any further warning, she felt my Uncut Hindu Penis twitch and a stream of blistering hot Hindu semen shot out into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The suddenness of my eruption startled her and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth flew open for just a second, but it was enough to let half of my Hindu cum spill out down her chin before she could close her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth down around the spurting cannon again.

Sucking hungrily, she milked my Uncut Hindu Cock with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as it erupted again and again inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Within seconds her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was full of my thick, hot Hindu syrup and she began to swallow the slippery cream of my Hindu loins.

Hot and salty, the sperm-filled Hindu cum spewed out into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth, coating her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue with its cloying musk before she gulped it down her throat.

Hungering for it, she sucked and sucked, pulling more and more of my toxic Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Being coaxed on by Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, I let myself go, giving up my potent Hindu cream in thick, spurting gushers.

I had been coming for what seemed like hours, but still it spewed out me like it would never end.

Coating the inside of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with the silky slipperiness of my milky Hindu semen, I had never felt such ecstatic gratification.

With her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and mouth now filled with the same sweet Hindu syrup of life, Ħamīdah Sheikħ couldn’t believe how much cum I had.

Hindus are the best in sex she had heard.

Durgesh is even far better she heard from her own ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends.

They always boasted they fuck the great Durgesh, rather Durgesh the greatest lover of Musalmān Beauties in the entire history of humankind.

I must have gallons and gallons of my Hindu cum stored inside my balls, she thought, as she kept swallowing and swallowing the salty, banana-flavored nectar.

Finally, the contractions tearing through my Uncut Hindu Cock began to weaken and slow until with one last, feeble spurt, I stopped coming in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Holding the drained Hindu giant in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, she felt it begin to slowly shrink and wither.

Finally, after a few moments, she let my fallen Hindu holy warrior slowly slither out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Eīshān,” I groaned, rolling over and flopping down on the bed beside her. “Never felt like that.”

“Was it good?” she murmured, rolling over and snuggling up against me.

“The very best ever,” I crooned.

“Really?” she asked me, her eyes filled with happiness. “Even better than Ammījān?”

“Even better than your Ammījān,” I assured her. “Even better than your Ammījān, my darling. Pleased?”

I couldn’t explain it, but it had been the most excitingly pleasurable thing I had ever done.

Ejaculating my Hindu load into my own Musalmān friend’s little girl’s excellent exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth chould have brought guilt and shame, but instead, it filled my heart with happiness.

While others thought it was wickedly wrong, the fact that ww had brought each other so much pleasure made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

Moreover, I knew I was a Parahuman.

I won’t be old actually as far as the general weakness of the old age was concerned, neither would I die ever.

I was ever young, ever energetic, ever efficient, ever sexy, ever dynamic Hindu lover of these great Musalmān Beauties.

I could fuck them forever in my infinite bodies.

Then what was wrong in it?

Why shouldn’t my Musalmān friends’ young adult Musalmān daughters too enjoy these all bounties of Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā with me if they themselves were dying for it?

Most of my Musalmān friends’ Musalmān wives were already enjoying it under this or that pretext.

They were shamelessly having sex with me already despite my every attempt to stop them.

I couldn’t take the ever dangerous risk of annoying them with me.

Why should I?

Yes, I must have been more loyal to my such Musalmān friends.

But to whom my duties as a human being were first?

To my Musalmān friends?

Or to their Musalmān houseladies?

Who needed me more drastically?

Moreover I wasn’t playing with their lives.

I was making their lives actually.

They were not my sex toys only.

Yes, I was their sex toy.

But they were not mine.

They were my life partners too, as far as I was concerned.

What was wrong in it?

They were like my own daughters?

Yes, but where the hell, were they themselves accepting this platonic relationship with me?

They were dying to enjoy sex with me despite my every attempt to maintain our platonic relationship.

What else could I do except what I did, in the circumstances?

I knew very well: Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.

I never opted for their fury instead of their love.

And I’m NOT ashamed of it even a bit ever.

Let the damnfools who think it wrong do so till they rot.

I damn care.

Let them go to hell with their ever impractical idiosyncratic morals.

They want me to face practical hell.

I refuse to succumb to the bloody fools.

Why should I face hell practically while every one of the Musalmān Beauties was adamant to keep me in her Jannat-e-Firdaus?

Why shouldn’t I enjoy their Jannat-e-Firdaus they offer me so insistently, so persistently, so stubbornly?

Let the impractical moral persons go to hell.

I hate their ever impractical ever idiosyncratic morals.

Yes, I boldly and bravely decline to succumb to their reckless morals.

And why shouldn’t I?

I’m proud of my decision.

Why should I be ashamed of it?

Ħamīdah Sheikħ asked me, letting her hand trail down over my belly to my dormant Uncut Hindu Penis.

“Are you sleepy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”

“Uh, not really. Are you?” I asked her, feeling her soft, hot fingers flirting with my flaccid Uncut Hindu Penis.

“No,” she smiled over at me, snuggling up closer to me.

“Do you still want to do it again like you said downstairs?” I smiled back at her.

“Uh, sure, but…” she stopped talking but still toyed with my sleeping Hindu giant.

“But what?” I wanted to know.

“Uh, I just heard, uh, thought that older men couldn’t get aroused so many times in one night.”

“Well,” I said, pulling her closer to me, “normally, that would probably be true. But just the thought of making love to my darling baby girl, the most wonderful daughter of my Musalmān friend Raħmān Sheikħ, in the world, well…that’s enough to keep me aroused all night long.”

“Oh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!,” she gushed, feeling a sudden stirring in the slumbering Hindu monster in her Musalmān hand.

“Give this ‘Old Man’ a few minutes,” I smiled, “and I’ll show you.”

“I can hardly wait,” she swooned. “The first time was so good.”

“I’m sorry,” I apologized, stroking her shoulder lovingly. “The first time was more like rape than making love, but it’ll be different this time.”

“But it was wonderful,” she complained.

“But it hurt you,” I said.

“It’s just that I’ve never, uh, never been, uh, never had anyone, uh, make love to me, make love to me with a, uh, with, uh, with such a big, big Uncut Hindu Penis,” she stuttered.

A jolt of jealousy ripped into my heart.

How could she have let any other man touch her?

I knew that she hadn’t been a virgin, but I hadn’t wanted to think about it.

Now, my heart was ripped in two.

Some other man had had her before me.

“Damn. Don’t say any more,” I grumbled.

“What? What do you mean?” she sniveled, realizing that she had said something to make me mad.

“I don’t want to hear about you, you doing it with another man,” I whined. “No man ever wants to admit that his pure, sweet, darling, Musalmān Beauty  has been violated by another man, even if he is fucking someone’s duly married loyal Musalmān wife.”

“I’m sorry,” she whimpered, snuggling up even closer, pressing her big, soft breasts against me. “I won’t ever say another word about another man. Never, ever.”

Eīshān,” I smiled, “What kind of lover am I? A good Hindu lover would be warning you about the sins of sex, not teaching you how to do it. What have I done to my little baby?”

“My wonderful Hindu lover made his little Musalmān baby a very happy little Musalmān girl,” she told me, nestling up to me and squeezing my Uncut Hindu Penis tightly in her hot, little hand.

Neither of us spoke for several Moments and then Ħamīdah Sheikħ broke the silence.

“It’s funny how it gets so hard and then so soft,” she cooed, tickling my Uncut Hindu Cock with her long, sharp fingernails. “It’s a wonderful little thing and I love it. Thank you for letting me suck on it.”

Eīshān, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, you are something else,” I laughed, feeling a stir of excitement spark through my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I can still taste you,” she bubbled. “It tastes like ripe bananas.”

“I can still taste you too,” I said, smiling and running my hand over to one of her flattened breasts, “and you taste sweet, Lovely, just lovely.”

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock start to swell as I fingered Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s big, taut nipple.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled to herself as she lovingly coaxed my hardening Hindu maleness back to life.

She could feel the juices inside her steaming Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt start to flow once again as she anticipated what was about to happen.

“It’s getting hard again, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she murmured.

Turning over, I pulled Ħamīdah Sheikħ  into my Hindu arms and held onto her tightly.

With our bodies locked together in a lover’s embrace, I pressed my Hindu lips against her soft pouting young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips.

I kissed Ħamīdah Sheikħ  softly, tenderly for several Moments before I felt her hot, little tongue ease out between her red crimson quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Opening my mouth slightly, I caught her tongue between my lips and slowly sucked it into my mouth.

Tickling the tip of her tongue with mine, I sucked more and more of her fiery, wriggling tongue into my mouth as our mouths gaped open wider and wider.

Suddenly our tongues began to spar and fight, wrapping about each other like snakes doing a sinuous courting dance.

As we kissed feverishly, Ħamīdah Sheikħ felt my Uncut Hindu Penis begin to grow harder and harder.

Then, within Moments, it lay in her hand, hard, ripe and throbbing with impatience.

The recuperative powers of my wonderful Uncut Hindu Penis were amazing, she thought to herself as she lovingly fingered it.

Feeling my readiness, she wasn’t surprised when I finally broke our kiss and struggled up to my hands and knees.

Looking down at me she saw my Uncut Hindu Cock jutting out of my hairy Hindu groin, evil and poised threateningly above her furry Musalmān mound.

Reaching down to it, hshb grasped the hot, heavy column of my Hindu meat and led it down toward her wet, waiting Musalmān Beauty.

She was already dripping wet in anticipation.

As she watched, I dipped my hips and eased my bloated Uncut Hindu Cock-head down into the hot, juice-slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān hole between her outstretched legs.

She was so hot and ready this time, it slid down into her like a hot knife through butter.

It felt wonderful to have my hot, heavy Hindu manhood penetrate her emptiness as I lovingly slid my whole Uncut Hindu Cock into her with one quick Hindu thrust.

Slowly, I began to work my hips back and forth, sending my Uncut Hindu Cock plowing in and out of her hot, clutching Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was so different this time, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  thought, as I lovingly sawed my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her slippery Musalmān chute.

The first time had been fucking, but this time it was making love.

As we made love, she could feel the strength of my Hindu thrusts growing.

Although I was still fucking her with slow deliberation, I was doing it with force, driving my Uncut Hindu Cock as deep inside her hot Musalmān oven as I could before withdrawing it and shoving it inside her again.

In and out, in and out, in and out it went.

She couldn’t get over the wonderful feeling of having her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt wrapped around my beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock as I lovingly fucked Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

Both of us were oblivious to the time and a half hour slipped by without our notice as my hips slowly drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Then, almost imperceptibly, Ħamīdah Sheikħ felt me begin to quicken the pace.

Delighting in the feel of my monstrous Uncut Hindu Penis stroking her toward another orgasm, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  lifted her long, shapely legs off the bed and wrapped them around my nude Hindu waist.

Now as I fucked her, she could feel my big, round butt bump up against her heels every time I drew back.

Giddy with happiness, Ħamīdah Sheikħ  slipped her hands down to where my Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding in and out of her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She explored the sloppy wetness of our union with her fingers and found that they were both covered with her juices.

Then her fingers found my thick, wet Uncut Hindu Cock as it slid out of her, spreading her wet stickiness all over everything.

She could even hear the wet slap of my Hindu balls as they spanked her upturned Musalmān butt.

An hour passed as our ashvinātam coupling continued.

Ever so slowly though, Ħamīdah Sheikħ could feel the tempo increase as I fucked her faster and faster until I was driving my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with a vengeance.

Brutally assaulting Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tender little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my battering ram of an Uncut Hindu Cock, I fucked her harder and harder.

Harder and harder, faster and faster, in and out, in and out went my Uncut Hindu Cock as she dug her heels into my butt urging me on to new heights.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ could feel it now.

Another orgasm was almost upon her.

Grunting and straining, she fought to grasp it and let it consume her with its delightful ecstasy.

Two hours.

Three hours.

Four hours.

I fucked Ħamīdah Sheikħ nonstop for long ten hours continued.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ was happy beyond even her wildest imaginations.

She was kissing me, licking me, biting me and urging me to keep it on.

We don’t know how much more it went on.

Suddenly, without any more warning, it burst upon her, filling her with pleasure and joy.

As her grateful Musalmān body was wracked with the rapture of the Moment, her tight, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy clamped around my pistoning Uncut Hindu Cock.

But the power of my thrusts couldn’t be overcome and I didn’t slow my attack on her in the least.

Her mind flew higher and higher, reaching for the crest of her climax while her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body remained behind to be fucked by her Hindu lover.

I wasn’t ready to fill her with my Hindu love seed yet, she thought as my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to hammer in and out of her spasming Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt but that was okay.

She didn’t care because she was floating high above the earth, high on the drug of pleasure.

Her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body writhed and shook as she beat her fists beat against the bed.

Her legs tensed and strained, shoving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt up into my thrusting Uncut Hindu Cock as I continued to pound it into her.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to violate her inner Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān sanctum over and over again while she cried out in pleasure.

Even above the swirling exultation of her orgasm inside her head, she could hear obscene yet wonderful sexy slap of my Hindu belly crashing against hers as I mercilessly drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into her.

The contractions of her orgasm grew fainter and fainter until they were replaced by the pleasure of my Uncut Hindu Cock rubbing back and forth against her young adult Musalmān clitoris.

Slowly regaining her senses, she could already feel another orgasm gathering inside of her battered and abused Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Maybe I had fucked her so long, I had broken something down there, she groaned to herself.

It seemed like we had been fucking for hours and hours.

Wrapping her legs around my Hindu waist again, she raked her hot, steaming Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt back and forth feverishly as she fought to reach the next mind-boggling orgasm.

“COME ON, COME ON, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! FUCK IT, FUCK ME HARD,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  cried, her hands clasping my bounding butt, pushing and pulling my hips back and forth franticly as she dug her heels into my bounding ass, urging me on like a jockey straining for the finish line.

“I NEED ANOTHER ONE, Allah, yā Allah! MY GOD, ANOTHER ONE, FUCK ME HARD.”

I had fucked Ħamīdah Sheikħ so long, yet I still hadn’t reached my edge of my physical limits.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was slashing in and out of Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with such ferocity that it threatened to fracture her pelvic Musalmān bones.

Still she begged for more as my belly shook like half-hardened jelly every time I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into her insatiable gulch.

“HARDER, HAARRDDEERR, HAAARRRDDDEEERRR,Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Who the hell says you are an old man of sixty three? You are ever young. You are ever young I certify.” Ħamīdah Sheikħ  screeched, begging me for more.

Drawing on my last available store of energy, I sent my Uncut Hindu Cock blasting into her so hard that she was literally being scooted across the bed each time I thrust myself into her.

At last, when neither of us could endure any more, I thrust my Uncut Hindu Penis into her with such force, I drove her up the bed a whole foot.

“YOU DID IT, YOOOUUU DDDIIIDDDD ITTTTTT!” Ħamīdah Sheikħ screamed. “Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah, OH MY GAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWDDDDDDDDD!”

“OH FUCK, OH JEEZ, OH FUCK, OH JEEZ,” she chattered as another orgasm consumed her.

Her extremely beautiful young adult excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was a quivering mass of muscle and overloaded nerves as she shook and convulsed below me.

Holding her pinned to the bed with my brick hard Uncut Hindu Cock, I rested as she writhed and squirmed below me.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ had no control over her hands as they crawled all over my body, clawing and scratching at me frantically.

Her long muscular legs rose and fell erratically, sliding up and down my Hindu body, rubbing against me from my knees all the way up to my arms as she growled and panted like a cat in heat.

Sweat poured out of her pores as she was thrown about on the waves of another gigantic climax.

Battling to stay atop the waves and not be drowned in the pure joy of it all she cried out for me to save her.

Then suddenly, like being washed up on the shore, the climax ended and she felt herself go limp as her arms and legs dropped to the bed lifelessly.

Chapter 5

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam


The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies: 1-Of my Musalmān friends-3

The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat

Durgesh

Previous  Chapters

Chapter 3

Durgesh Jalīs Sheikħ

Durgesh Ħamīdah Sheikħ 

There in the middle of the bed, I was enthusiastically humping Jalīs Sheikħ.

All Raħmān Sheikħ could see was my back and ass, as I furiously pumped my Uncut Hindu Cock  into Raħmān Sheikħ’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Jalīs Sheikħ, underneath me.

Allah, how he loved to watch his ever dominant wife, Jalīs Sheikħ, getting fucked by me.

They said Raħmān Sheikħ was a pervert.

So what?

Raħmān Sheikħ knows countless Musalmīn who love to watch their extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies getting fucked by Durgesh.

His own grandfather also enjoyed it very much.

Why otherwise he had built all these systems in his mansion?

Although Raħmān Sheikħ couldn’t see Jalīs Sheikħ’s face, she appeared to be enjoying the fucking she was getting as she was digging her heels into my bouncing ass to urge me on.

Raħmān Sheikħ   assumed that it was Durgesh fucking his wife, Jalīs Sheikħ as he watched the fornicating pair.

I was sixty three years old, but it didn’t seem to be slowing me down as I rocked my ass back and forth, hammering my Uncut Hindu Cock into my willing partner, Raħmān Sheikħ’s extremely beautiful wife, Jalīs Sheikħ.

My body blocked Raħmān Sheikħ ‘s view of my partner so that all Raħmān Sheikħ  could see was her flailing arms and long, lovely legs wrapped around me, pulling me down into her.

As Raħmān Sheikħ watched the rutting pair, Raħmān Sheikħ could hear me grunting with effort as Jalīs Sheikħ groaned out her pleasure.

It was difficult to see from my position, but Raħmān Sheikħ caught an occasional shot of My thick, hard Uncut Hindu Prick  as it slid in and out of Jalīs Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was obviously well-lubricated as My Uncut Hindu Cock was glistening wetly in the dim light.

Then suddenly Raħmān Sheikħ caught a hint of movement out of the corner of his eye.

Quickly glancing over from where the movement had come, he saw the bedroom door slowly open until there was a crack about an inch wide between the door and the sill.

Turning his attention to the door for a moment, Raħmān Sheikħ could vaguely see the outline of someone standing in the darkened hall peeking through the crack.

It was too dark for Raħmān Sheikħ to make anything out of the dark image, so he decided to investigate it closer.

Getting up quietly, he sneaked down the corridor until he could see down into the hallway that led to my bedroom.

As Raħmān Sheikħ peered down, he saw that it was Ħamīdah Sheikħ, Raħmān Sheikħ’s own daughter, who had joined Raħmān Sheikħ in sneaking a look at the copulating duo.

So, his daughter also knew her Ammī, Jalīs Sheikħ, enjoyed sex with Durgesh?

Allah!

Allah!!

Raħmān Sheikħ couldn’t believe his own eyes.

But he couldn’t deny as well what he himself was witnessing.

Standing alone in the hallway, Ħamīdah Sheikħ had her eye glued to the crack intently peering into my bedroom.

She was only wearing a pair of cotton panties and her big, jutting breasts were bare.

As she watched her Ammī, Jalīs Sheikħ, fucking me, she took the big, firm mountains of flesh—already large enough to drive some women to jealousy—in her hands, squeezing and rubbing them roughly.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ was the typical estate female.

As Raħmān Sheikħ   had toured the houses, he found that by some strange coincidence, they almost all had mountainous breasts.

Raħmān Sheikħ   would guess that she was around eighteen or nineteen years old with more than ample measurements.

She was well on her way to becoming a ravishing Musalmān beauty and was already blossoming out unbelievably for her age.

Watching the fucking pair, her hand were squeezing and mashing her breasts roughly as she ran the other hand down into her panties.

He watched on with lustful fascination as he saw the front of her panties balloon out as her hand eased down between her legs.

Allah, his own daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, was also enjoying very much that Durgesh was fucking her own Ammī.

But how could Raħmān Sheikħ blame his daughter?

Wasn’t he himself enjoying that I was fucking his own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān wife, Jalīs Sheikħ?

The way Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s hand was moving inside her panties, it was obvious that she was growing more and more excited with each passing moment.

Wondering if Durgesh and Jalīs Sheikħ had assumed a more exotic position, Raħmān Sheikħ   quickly slipped back down and looked down at us.

As he did, he saw that I had pulled my dripping Uncut Hindu Cock out of Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife; Jalīs Sheikħ’s sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and had crawled up until my Uncut Hindu Cock was waving just above her face.

As the bloated monster swayed back and forth above her face, she reached up and pulled it down toward her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As the great purple Uncut Hindu Prick-head neared, she opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān mouth and lovingly sucked the big Uncut Hindu Cock-head inside.

Her pouty, red lips slowly crept up the thick, hard shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock as she sucked more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Reaching down, I took Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ’s head in my hands and slowly began to fuck her Musalmān face.

I held her head imprisoned between my hands, holding it tightly as I slowly began to slide my Uncut Hindu Dick  in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As I eased my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, she let me slide the entire seven inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and throat.

I held my Uncut Hindu Cock thrust down her throat for a few moments and then slowly withdrew it and began to fuck her mouth with short, jabbing Hindu thrusts.

Raħmān Sheikħ   could tell that I wasn’t going to last much longer now by the way I was snorting and carrying on.

Helping me along, Jalīs Sheikħ had grabbed the cheeks of my ass and pulled me all the way inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth until my hairy belly thudded into her face.

Quickly pushing me back, she let my Uncut Hindu Dick slide almost all the way out before she jerked me back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth taking me all the way to the hilt again.

In and out, in and out, she pushed and pulled on me until at last, Raħmān Sheikħ   heard an agonizing grunt as I thrust my hips forward fiercely, impaling Jalīs Sheikħ on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ, eagerly took all of me, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide open and pressed against the hairy base of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I groaned and grunted for several moments, still holding Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ’s mouth plastered down on my Hindu groin.

At last, I began to pull my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, wincing as the tender Uncut Hindu Cock-head slowly came popping out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Jalīs Sheikħ,” I sighed, falling down beside Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ. “You give the best head in the world.”

Raħmān Sheikħ retorted.

Liar! Raħmān Sheikħ thought, Durgesh certainly says his every Musalmān Beauty he fucks, the same thing.

And the foolish Musalmān houseladies believe the Hindu rascal that they are the best.

Nonsense!

“Glad you enjoy it,” Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ, grinned, sitting up and lifting her arms above her head to show off her big tits. “You remember that, and besides that have to last you until this weekend.”

“That’s right,” I groaned, “you’re leaving for Boston tomorrow. I had forgotten about that. What am I going to do without you?”

“You can use your other Musalmān Beauties. They are infinite. Aren’t they?” Jalīs Sheikħ grinned, swinging her legs off the bed, “and I had better not hear of you out cruising the neighborhood while I’m gone, you horny old goat.”

“I can’t promise, you know.” I laughed, watching Raħmān Sheikħ’s wife, Jalīs Sheikħ’s lovely gorgeous Musalmān ass jiggling sexily as she walked into the bathroom. “What time do you leave?”

“Around noon, but I should be back by Saturday night.”

“Do you want me to run you out to the airport?”

“Naw, I’ll take my car and park out there, the company’s paying for it anyway.”

“I’ll miss you,” I said gravely.

“I’ll miss you, too,” she echoed from the bathroom.

Seeing that the show was over, Raħmān Sheikħ   crept back down to the hall to find that Ħamīdah Sheikħ had disappeared.

Sneaking on down the corridor peering into rooms, he finally found her lying on her bed with her legs spread apart and her hand busily working on her clitoris.

Raħmān Sheikħ could hear her mewing quietly as her finger rapidly flicked herself toward an orgasm.

Her finger was a blur as she rubbed herself mercilessly.

Her little whimpering sounds were growing louder and more impatient until, suddenly, her body stiffened and she began moaning loudly.

It was obvious that she had tripped herself off into an orgasm, but it ended as quickly as it had begun.

“Damn, I need Durgesh himself,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ cried out softly in frustration. “Maybe tomorrow night I’ll remedy that.”

With that, she flounced over in the bed and pulled the covers up over her body.

Realizing that the second show was over too, Raħmān Sheikħ   slipped back down the ladder and back to his house.

It was around eight o’clock.

I sat in the hot tub sipping on a glass of juice.

I had already drunk half the bottle as I relaxed in the hot, bubbling water.

Wishing that Jalīs Sheikħ was with me, I ran my hand down inside my bathing trunks and held my big, thick Uncut Hindu Cock.

That was sure some good head she had given me last night, I thought.

She seemed to love to suck on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I loved for her to do it.

Smiling to myself, I closed my eyes and recalled the feel of her red crimson quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān lips around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Then as I lay there reminiscing, Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, stepped to the top of the stairs.

Unknown to me, Ħamīdah Sheikħ stood watching me for several seconds before she started down the stairs.

She was wearing a tiny string suit that left very little to the imagination as she sauntered down the stairs with her big jugs bouncing wildly.

They were jouncing about so much, it looked like they would flop out of the inadequate bikini top at any second.

While the bikini top did cover the areolas and the nipples of her proud breasts, it failed miserably in the back where the cheeks of her delectable Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān ass were completely bare.

Smiling to herself, Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ, strolled across the room toward the hot tub, swinging her hips back and forth enticingly.

Fingering the straps of her string suit, she knew that all the skinny straps converged in one clasp in the middle of her back and with one yank on the clasp, the whole suit would drop away leaving her as naked as a jaybird.

“HI! Can I join you?” she asked loudly, halfway across the room.

“What…uh…what did…” I was all alert suddenly, as I was startled out of my meditation.

“I asked if I could join you,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ laughed, walking across the room swishing her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān buttocks from side to side provocatively.

“Oh…sure…climb on in,” I smiled as I was unable to keep my eyes from sweeping over her exposed Musalmān flesh.

“Like my suit?” she asked me, dipping a toe into the water.

“I hope you didn’t pay too much for it,” I smiled slightly, “because if you did, you sure got taken. There isn’t a whole lot to it.”

“I wouldn’t want to deprive all you men of a good look,” she returned my grin, stepping over to the bar and getting a glass. “You don’t mind if I share some of your juice, do you?”

“Help yourself,” I told her, picking up the bottle and pulling out the cork.

“Thanks,” she said, slipping down into the frothing water and sitting down across from me.

Trying to conceal my caution of being alone with Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, in such a state of near nudity, I refilled my own glass before passing the bottle to her.

Smiling at me again, Ħamīdah Sheikħ took the bottle and quickly filled her glass to the brim.

Setting the bottle down, she looked at me over the rim of the glass as she took a sip of it.

“Boy, that’s some good juice,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ remarked.

Several tension-filled, awkward moments passed before Ħamīdah Sheikħ finally spoke again.

“How long have you been in?”

“Only about ten minutes,” I told her, taking another sip of juice.

“This water feels so good,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ sighed, leaning back and letting her big tits float on the surface of the bubbling water.

The conical mounds broke the surface of the water and poked out of the water proudly with her big rubbery nipples jutting up against the thin material.

I tried not to stare at Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s ripening charms floating before me as I sat across from her.

“You sure…uh…fill out your…uh…suit…what little there is of it,” I remarked, taking another gulp of my juice.

“Why thank you,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ grinned, thrusting her breasts up out of the water even farther. “I think my breasts are filling out quite nicely, don’t you?”

“Uh…what?” I smiled. “What did you say!”

“I said I thought my breasts were filling out quite nicely,” she smiled at me brazenly. “Don’t you agree?”

“Uh…I…I suppose,” I muttered, glancing down at them again. “But it’s hardly the thing a father and daughter should be discussing. Especially when they’re…uh…we’re…uh…all alone…uh…like…uh…like this.”

“Why not…you started it? Moreover you can’t be my father only because you enjoy sex with my Ammī, Jalīs Sheikħ. My Abbū is Raħmān Sheikħ, not you, never. Please don’t try to act what you are not, neither ever can be.” Ħamīdah Sheikħ smarted back at me. “Don’t you think my breasts are pretty?”

“Well…uh…well…uh…you know…uh…I do,” I smiled, my face was grave now and wet with sweat from the hot water I was in and getting into, “but…uh…well…uh…you know that I am not supposed to think that…that…way…uh…you know what I mean….”

“I like it when I see you looking at me,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ grinned wickedly. “It makes me feel proud that you find me too attractive as well as my Ammī.”

“Well, there’s no arguing about that,” I blurted out, having difficulty breathing. “You are one good-looking Musalmān Beauty.”

“Thank you, again,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled at me.

Tension in the room was thick enough to cut with a knife as we sat across from each other grinning inanely at each other, sipping our juice.

Then I realized that my glass was empty.

Reaching over to the bottle, I started to refill my glass.

“Whoops,” I said when I saw that nothing was coming out of the bottle, “it looks we’re out of juice.”

“Why don’t you open another bottle?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ grinned coyly.

“Are you trying to get me fit?” I laughed.

“Could be,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled, her tits bobbing up and down merrily.

“It’s a good thing your Ammī isn’t here or she would be chewing both of us out for drinking so much,” I said. “And she’d have a coronary if she saw what you were wearing. But we don’t have to worry about that until Saturday.”

“I know,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ said knowingly.

When I stood up it was unmistakably evident that Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s display of bare flesh was having the desired affect upon me.

Glancing down at myself as I started to step out of the hot tub, I saw that my wet trunks were clinging to me outlining my Uncut Hindu Cock that had grown big, thick, and ripe.

Looking over at Ħamīdah Sheikħ, I saw that she was openly staring at my swollen Hindu manhood, and with obvious interest.

What was she up to, I wondered, dropping my hand down to hide my erection from her?

We shouldn’t be doing this, I told myself as I trudged over to the bar leaving a trail of water behind me.

Looking through several bottles of juice, I finally selected another bottle of white juice.

Watching me open the juice, Ħamīdah Sheikħ smiled to herself.

I had a roaring hard-on and she was the cause of it.

Just knowing that she had made me hard sent an additional glow of heat coursing through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, making her nipples swell up even larger and harder.

Grinning devilishly, she eased her hands up to the flimsy top of her bikini and slipped it off her tits, baring her big, puffy, pink nipples.

Smiling innocently, she watched as I turned and started back toward the hot tub with the new bottle of juice in my hand.

“WHAT ARE YOU…UH…OH…MY GOODNESS…UH…WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” I asked, stopping at the edge of the tub and staring down at her, not able to keep my eyes off the bare breasts.

“What do you mean?” she innocently smiled up at me, thrusting her breasts out at me.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack? You know you shouldn’t be doing that in front of me. Cover yourself back up before we get in trouble,” I grunted.

“There’s no one here to get in trouble with…besides you said that I filled out my suit,” she smiled up at me, “so I wanted for you to see how pretty they were. Don’t you think that they are pretty?”

Eīshān, ĦAMĪDAH SHEIKĦ,” I groaned, “You shouldn’t be doing this.”

“What do you mean?” she asked innocently.

“You know what I mean,” I growled back at her, slipping back into the tub to hide my aching Uncut Hindu Cock that was so hard it was threatening to explode at any second.

“I think that you really like them,” she said teasingly, “because when I saw your Hindu thing, it looked like you were enjoying the view very much.”

“ĦAMĪDAH SHEIKĦ!” I admonished her.

“I mean that this,” she said, lifting her foot up to my Hindu crotch and rubbing the Hindu bulge through my suit with her toes, “was all hard and everything.”

“WHAT IN THE NAME OF…” I blurted out as her toes caressed my Hindu manhood, sending jolts of electricity racing up and down my spine. “Are you crazy? What…what are you doing…uh…young lady?”

Finally, I made an attempt to brush her foot away from my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

“What’s wrong, don’t you like it? They call you Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! “Ħamīdah Sheikħ giggled, bringing her other foot up and trapping my big, hard Uncut Hindu Cock between them. ”It sure feels like you do.”

“You’re going too far…” I said curtly, my breath coming in ragged gasps. “You’d better stop…stop right now before I do something we’ll regret…”

“Stop what?” she smirked, flagrantly squeezing my bloated Uncut Hindu Prick between her feet.

“YOU KNOW WHAT!” I groaned, sweat flowing down my face from the heat of the tub and the heat Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, was creating inside me.

“You mean you want me to stop this,” she gushed, letting her feet drop to the bottom of the tub.

“Well…okay…but then…then how about this?” she grunted, quickly splashing over to me and grabbing hold of my Uncut Hindu Penis through my trunks.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,OH…MY…GOD…NO…PLEASE STOP BEFORE IT’S TOO LATE,” I blurted out, using every bit of my willpower to keep from grabbing hold of her.

With one last vestige of willpower, I grabbed her wrists and tugged her hands away from my throbbing Hindu hardness.

“Okay…if you won’t let me hold it…” she pouted, moving away from me and slowly stepping up onto the seat of the hot tub.

Standing on the seat, she turned around to face me.

Thank Eīshān, I groaned to myself.

I didn’t know how much more of that I could have withstood.

But now what, I wondered as her eyes found mine?

I watched on with fearful anticipation as she slowly reached around behind her back.

With one little flick of her fingers, she unsnapped the hasp.

As she did, the straps of her suit shot loose, baring her whole young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān body to my gawking Hindu stare.

I couldn’t stop myself.

My eyes shot down from her exquisite, youthfully pert tits, down to the furry little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mound of pubic hair covering her nether regions.

Unable to believe what I was seeing, I glanced down incredulously as her tiny little string suit floated on top of the water.

Naked as the day she had come from Jalīs Sheikħ’s womb, Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, stood before me.

Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

So beautiful.

As if reading my mind, she slowly turned, giving a view of her beautiful backside.

My heart was beating at such a thunderous rate, I felt like it would explode any second.

She stood there, a living, breathing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān goddess as I gawked up at her like some love-stricken Hindu teenager.

Finally, years later it seemed to me, she lazily stepped up out of the tub, intentionally spreading her legs just enough to give me a brief glance at the delicate furrow of pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh between her legs before she turned around to face me again.

I watched on in alerted caution as Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, eased down onto the edge of the tub directly across from me.

Smiling lecherously at me, she stretched her arms back behind her and leaned back, spreading her long, shapely legs apart as she did.

I tried to swallow, but my mouth was as dry as the sahara while I stared down at the thin, pink furrow between Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s legs slowly open to reveal the wet moistness of her soft pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Staring at the wondrous treasure nestled in the furry mound of hair; I thought my head was going to explode.

Seeing the caution on my face, Ħamīdah Sheikħ grinned at me and hooked her heels on the edge of the tub.

Grinning wickedly, she spread her legs apart even farther as the white softness of her inner smooth Musalmān thighs framed the weeping gash of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Like a beautiful, dew-drenched rose, it slowly unfurled, gaping open wider and wider.

“OH, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”

“Would you like to have some of this?” Ħamīdah Sheikħ whimpered, running her finger down the wet, slippery slit.

“You FUCKING Musalmān Beauty,” I gushed, unable to hold back any longer. “Eīshān FORGIVE ME…” I spat out, as I struggled to my feet.

The water sloshed out of the tub in waves as I scrambled to shuck my bathing trunks off.

Gasping for breath, I kept my eyes on the glistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān gash of forbidden flesh between Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s thighs as I fought to tear my trunks off.

Finally, with a grunt, I stepped out of the trunks, leaving them floating by her suit.

Then another giant surge of water splashed out of the tub as I splashed over to Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

Throwing caution to the wind, I stepped up on the seat and stood before her with my thick, wicked Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out, pointing directly at her weeping Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Sālī, IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?” I groaned, using every ounce of my willpower to stop myself from plunging it down into the waiting pit.

“Yesssssss,” she hissed, reaching out for me.

“ARE YOU SURE, DAMN IT?” I grunted. “Because when it’s done…it can’t be undone…”

“Yes, I want it. I want you,” she breathed out in a raspy voice.

My head was swirling with depraved excitement.

Panting like a dog in heat, I grabbed Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s lovely legs and roughly pulled her toward me.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ felt her butt skid over the slippery tub as her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks slid toward me.

Abruptly, my big, round Uncut Hindu Cock-head thudded into the soft, fleshy lips of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Stopped by the constriction of her youthful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, my Uncut Hindu Cock-head wedged itself inside the tight, contracting opening of her Musalmān Beauty.

Ħamīdah Sheikħ now felt a tingle of fright as she looked into my lust-glazed Hindu eyes and felt my gigantic Uncut Hindu Cock-head forcing its way inside her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān slit.

Unable to control the animal urges I was feeling, I grunted with effort and thrust my hips forward harder as I pulled Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tight, hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down onto my throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Pulling on her and straining to force my Uncut Hindu Cock into the hot, meaty core of her slippery Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I felt it suddenly penetrate the juice-slickened opening.

Both of us were shocked as my great, swollen Uncut Hindu Penis ripped into her overheated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy all at once.

Sliding into the slippery mush of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, my Uncut Hindu Cock sliced into her all the way up to hairy hilt, as my Hindu groin slapped up against hers.

“AEEEIIIIIIHHHHHHHH,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ yelped, as the big, thick Uncut Hindu Prick dug into her. “IT’S SO BIG!”

Hearing the pain in her voice, I stopped.

The screaming hunger to possess her was eating me alive.

I had to have her, take her for me, totally and completely.

It was all I could do to keep from raping her as I fought to control the passion boiling inside me.

The desire to possess her was almost overpowering, but somehow I held back.

Holding my Uncut Hindu Cock motionless, completely buried inside the seething core of her Musalmān Beauty, I slowly reached up to her mountainous breasts and took one in each hand.

Gently squeezing and pulling on the giant pillows of flesh, I bent forward and pinched one of the big, pink nipples.

I wanted to fuck her more than I had ever wanted anything in my life, but I waited impatiently, toying with her nipple.

She had wanted me badly, but the suddenness of the penetration had shocked her, leaving her unprepared for the size of my impressive Uncut Hindu Prick.

The suddenness of the attack had spread her apart too quickly, causing a sharp, hot pain inside her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

At first, she thought I had torn something loose inside her, but the longer I held my big Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, the less pain she felt.

And now my tongue was creating little currents of electricity in her breasts that flowed into her brain, replacing the pain in her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina until at last, the pain stopped altogether.

As quickly as the pain had come, now it was replaced by a gentle, pleasurable feeling of fullness and warmth.

“It’s all better now, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāonHindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties! ,” Ħamīdah Sheikħ crooned, as she felt her need for me come alive again. “Fuck me now. Fuck me and fill me up with your Hindu cum, please.”

The words sounded so wicked and depraved coming from Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s mouth that it sent another scalding splash of excitement tearing through my brain.

Now I was free to ravage her, I thought, drawing my hips back and dragging my Uncut Hindu Cock back down the drenched depths of Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s tight, clinging Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Without waiting, I sent my hips ripping forward, brutally impaling her with my steel-hard Uncut Hindu Prick.

I had sent my whole Uncut Hindu Cock back inside her hot Musalmān box with one savage Hindu thrust.

“Allah, yā Allah! OH, MY GOD, YESSSSSS!” Ħamīdah Sheikħ screeched with pleasure, as my Uncut Hindu Cock invaded her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt once again.

Hearing her approval, I began fucking her in earnest.

In no time my hips were rocketing back and forth like a runaway steam engine as I fucked her mercilessly.

Water was splashing everywhere as my hips flew back and forth driving my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her with such speed that she had difficulty breathing.

I knew that the savagery of my attack couldn’t last long.

The passion of the moment was overwhelming me and turning me into a crazed, wild Hindu man.

Then, after only a few seconds, I felt Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt constrict down around my monstrous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“OHFUCK!” she gasped, as she began to jerk and writhe underneath me. “I’MCOMMINGGG! Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!…I’m commmminngggg.”

Wallowing in primal gratification, I shoved my Uncut Hindu Cock into her as deep as it would go.

Holding my Uncut Hindu Cock inside the hot, clutching cavern of Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina, I let it go.

Immediately, it spewed out a giant gusher of my thick, creamy seed-laden Hindu milk into her.

Then like flood waters pouring through a broken dike, my thick, rich Hindu semen gushed out deep inside Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Yesss, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu  Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu  husband of us Musalmān Beauties!,” she hissed, as she felt the first torrent of my white-hot Hindu sap burst out into the waiting Musalmān chamber of her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

There was no stopping it now as I defiled Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s sacred chalice.

My giant Uncut Hindu Penis spurted and spurted and spurted, filling Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter , Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s sucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab  Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to overflowing within seconds.

But still it came pouring out of my Uncut Hindu Cock…a pearly stream of thick, potent Hindu cream.

There was so much of the goo, it began to ooze out around my thick Uncut Hindu Cock and drip down into the swirling water.

Grunting and gasping for breath, I held Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ, captive as I emptied myself into her hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Like a Roman candle, my Uncut Hindu Cock fired again and again until it seemed like it would never stop.

Groaning and crying with pleasure, Ħamīdah Sheikħ groveled below me as I possessed her.

Then I suddenly began to fuck her again with deep, jarring Hindu strokes as my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to spurt out its toxic load of cum into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Her whole young adult Musalmān body shook from the force of my Hindu thrusts.

Her big, gravity-flattened tits slashed back and forth wildly, as I hammered my Uncut Hindu Lund  into her over and over again.

Finally, when she thought it would never end, my hips stopped rocking back and forth as I shoved my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her one last time.

The force of the last thrust was just enough to dislodge her feet.

They slipped off the edge and splashed into the water sending me reeling backwards, jerking my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her as I went.

Loosing my balance, I unceremoniously splashed down into the tub.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, OH MY GOD,” I groaned. “I’m sorry.”

Lying on the edge of the tub, her legs draped over the edge of the tub with the water lapping almost up to her knees, Ħamīdah Sheikħ didn’t answer me at first.

“Can you ever forgive me, my darling?” I muttered, my face was immensely grave now.

I was trying to control myself as I stared across the tub at Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ.

But even in this, the darkest hour, I couldn’t keep my eyes off the gaping wound between her legs.

Staring at the delicate folds of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh guarding her defiled Musalmān Beauty, I watched in gravity, as a stream of my thick, creamy Hindu semen oozed out of her and dripped down into the water.

“Please forgive me,” I said  again gravely , wishing she would say something.

“Only if you’ll make love to me again,” she smiled at me, lifting herself up to her elbows.

I couldn’t believe my ears.

Looking up from her secret love-nest, my eyes traveled over her beautiful, heavy breasts to her smiling face.

A rush of joy filled my heart as I saw her eyes sparkling with love for me.

She didn’t hate me.

My head was spinning as I gawked at her.

I couldn’t believe it.

I had just defiled her in the most despicable manner possible, even if accidentally.

Used her in the most disgusting way a man could…and yet, she didn’t hate me.

But suddenly, as I sat there staring into her love-filled eyes, I felt another flush of pride.

Doing it to her once, in the heat of passion had been atrocious, but now…now how could I visit the sin upon her again?

The wish to redeem myself by honoring her sanctity was short-lived as I felt the stirring of desire tickle through my still-bloated Hindu manhood.

Waiting for me to answer her, Ħamīdah Sheikħ slowly sat up.

Knowing she had me wrapped around her little finger, she watched my eyes dart down to her big, heavy breasts as they wiggled and shook.

“We shouldn’t,” I groaned, feeling another stab of caution. “Doing it once was terrible enough.”

“Didn’t you like it?” she asked me innocently, twirling her toe in the water.

Eīshān, Oh, God,” I grunted, “that’s not the point. What we did was so wrong. We committed a dreadful sin…”

“Well,” she smiled, slowly easing down into the water, “if we’ve already committed the sin, doing it again couldn’t make it any worse…could it?”

Wading over to me, Ħamīdah Sheikħ brushed up against me.

I could feel the warmth of Raħmān Sheikħ’s daughter, Ħamīdah Sheikħ’s soft, smooth skin against mine as she reached down into the water to my rapidly-hardening Hindu manhood.

“Don’t you want me?” she pouted, sticking out her swollen lower lip and running her tongue over it. “I want you.”

Chapter 4

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam