Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sat back in the green swivel chair and contemplated her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, across her favorite desk.
Her Abbū had a dream to be the Mustafa Kemal Atatürk of entire Islamic World.
But whereas Mustafa Kemal Atatürk was practical, her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was utopian more than practical.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not understand that the Musalmīn were never democratic practically except when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidīn were alive.
Maybe Abū Sufyān had embraced Islam ultimately sincerely after the victory of Mecca.
Yet, his ‘crown prince’, his Walī Åhad, Ħazrat Muåāwiyah bin Abū Sufyān, never forgot he was the crown prince of Mecca before Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam conquered Mecca.
He was never democratic, nor as sincere to Islam as Ħazrat Kħālid bin Walīd, Saifullah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahu.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, was almost always in a state of high enthusiasm.
He had congratulated his daughter profusely, abundantly.
She had fulfilled his dream in Saudi Arabia.
Even her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had ignored that Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had revenged her for betraying her father.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan never listened to her Ammī.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to explain to her daughter,
“Your Abbū is a bloody terrorist. He is a munāfiq, a Pseudo Musalmān. I punished him for his munāfiqat, his pseudo Īmān.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed sarcastically.
“And I punished you for your insincerity to my Abbū as his wife. I can please Durgesh more, sexually, than you can. I’ve successfully replaced you in his life.”
“Because you are thirty two years younger than Durgesh?” Nafīsah Salmān, her Ammī, had smiled cunningly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan realized once again she owed her cunningness to her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, she detested so much.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, wasn’t cunning at all.
He was a utopian idealist Musalmān.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost close sister.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was happy that Tawaħīd Bājī was too not less cunning than herself or their Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
What a great Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, had.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not deny her own immense Musalmān beauty was due to her Ammī’s incredible eternal Musalmān beauty.
Nafīsah Salmān knew very well how to maintain her magical magnificent figure.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had congratulated her younger sister too.
She had happily recounted the details of her airplane trip down from Ved Nagar, accompanied by the Secret Service commando who had shown at Ålīgarh Muslim University a week ago.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had reported proudly that every passenger aboard was absorbed in a newspaper or weekly magazine filled with pictures of Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had recounted the excitement of her ride in the President House limousine too, of the photographers who had surrounded her outside the Al Ajm lobby, of her rescue.
Momentarily muted by her first visit to the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Office, Al Tawaħīd Al Muħammad Al Ħasan had then wanted to know everything about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan happily led her Tawaħīd Bājī on a tour of the Presidential House, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah Manzil, pointing out the historical curiosities about which Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had learned and dreamed of ever since she understood why Durgesh was so loved and so admired by even his enemies.
Even Durgesh’s enemies wanted to be what Durgesh was today.
Yet they only wanted to be Durgesh.
It was their fantasy only.
They only fantasized to be Durgesh.
They never were serious about it.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was serious about it.
She studied gravely, deeply, profoundly, what Durgesh always cared for and his opponents never did, even though they were always jealous of Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan always watched Durgesh fucking her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.
She wanted to know what her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, lacked and Durgesh doesn’t that her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, left her Abbū for Durgesh.
She found Durgesh loved animal wild sex similarly as her Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, did.
Her Abbū hated animal wild sex.
It was the first reason her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, preferred Durgesh on her Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
When having sex with each other, her eternally beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, and Durgesh, both were not even human.
They were entirely unashamed beasts, surrendered to their ever wild animal lust, without caring anything else whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her otherwise ever sophisticated Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān, was so horniest the female beast.
Durgesh was so horniest male beast.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan decided to have Durgesh for herself too.
Yes, Durgesh was thirty two years elder to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were also even far more elder than Ummil Mominīn, Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah, razī Allāhu Tålā ånahā.
She was surprised by my firm tone, but always welcomed our conversations.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, we need to talk!”
For over ten year now it was just Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, her fifty five years old Hindu friend of her husband, Durgesh, and her nineteen-year old daughter Sādiyah Raħīm.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was near forty now, a homebody, and still in pleasing shape.
Her tresses were raven black, only her hair-dresser knew for sure… Her ample bosom hadn’t sagged even a little.
Even forty years couldn’t do that.
Her skin showed no signs of age.
She could still turn heads if she wanted to.
I had not seen my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, in anything form-flattering since the old man, my friend, Muħammad Raħīm, was around.
At home she always wore a bra under her frumpy, baggy sweats.
Mostly green, or on a daring day, for her, I sometimes caught a glimpse of a black strap and once even, a red bra.
Though I thought that might have been Sādiyah Raħīm’s on a laundry day.
An occasional glimpse of the beautiful Musalmān cleavage showed the wear of four decades on a full exquisite female Musalmān figure.
Her chest never revealed even some wrinkles and the natural effects of gravity on a well-endowed Musalmān woman.
Her legs were nicely muscled, as she had never been taught to drive, so biking and walking had served her well.
And either by design or comfort, she often wore very skimpy, tight shorts in her garden or for her daily runs or rides.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn sometimes got wolf-calls and whistles from bold Hindus and she could truly catch my eye when she leaned over the handle bars and peddled swiftly.
The pumping motion often made me wish that her swaying Musalmān breasts would one day spill over the top of her almost transparent bra.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had been a middle-management secretary back in the day.
Schlepping, filing and pleasing a typical ladder-climbing idiot of a boss.
She worked overtime and through lunch, and ordered her own flowers for “appreciation day.”
After closing a big deal, the boss would escort her to a hotel lounge for a single appletini and offer a snide jab that her career would advance quicker if she spent more time under my desk than in front of it.
The crude sexual remarks elicited only a smirk.
She sometimes daydreamed that if my remarks were sincere or even clever, she would drag me into the elevator and up to one of the luxury suites on the upper floors.
She once joked that they could settle a sexual harassment suit out of court.
Her boss merely smiled, drained his glass and scanned the room for younger talent.
For the past ten years, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had become a stay at home Ammī for her children.
She cooked, cleaned and cared for kids while nearly abandoning her own identity.
I was, beside the Mayor of Ved Nagar, a web designer and programmer.
I spent countless hours online and on porn sites to know how to make and use them positively.
I dreamed-up various positive scenarios on my laptop, with every fantasy woman from Xena to the Flying Nun.
After trolling internet spank-sites into the early morning, I would “run one off” and then hunker down for another day.
I had never been a jock.
Though my upscale, early life had afforded me rich-man privileges. I surfed the Pacific off the shore of their Malibu beach house.
I took riding lessons and belonged to a posh club.
This however was long ago.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s wealthy husband had left them with nothing but bills.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn won custody of a beachfront home they could not afford and platinum cards that served only as anchors.
In came the dot.com.
Boom and soon, my dexterity with a mouse came as a saving grace.
I was soon able to pay down the family debt and transfer Sādiyah Raħīm from a community college to a “big-name” Pac-10 school.
Their life was suddenly golden and the family adored me.
I was classically handsome in this “Hollywood” town.
With dark hair and warm black eyes I always got an offer or a look, every now and then.
When I sat my friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, down for our “talk”, I had already steeled my nerves with a little juice and had worked my diabolical scheme online for weeks.
In my mind, all my money went into this home and to Sādiyah Raħīm and Åāliyah Kamāluddīn.
I believed I could easily be on my own, living the high-life.
Instead, every day was a round-up of shopping-lists, utility bills, school work and more.
The beach-bunnies and bachelor-pad were nowhere to be found and it was time someone paid.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I began, “it’s time for some changes. You and Sādiyah Raħīm have to start doing more around here.”
“Well of course Durgesh, you are the breadwinner and we would do anything to help out. What can I do for you, dear? Anything we can do to help, you just ask.” This was the only way Åāliyah Kamāluddīn knew how to answer.
She sat pleasantly on the couch, in shorts and a thin blouse.
Dark, full black locks framed her face and lay gently on her shoulders.
Her family was European Årabian and they all inherited the shiny, black hair and olive complexion.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn seldom wore makeup at home, and that only lipstick and liner to high-light her big, doey eyes.
She was content to remain invisible and anonymous.
Her hands were folded delicately in her lap, her long fingers intertwined.
Light-green shorts riding up her thighs and stretching tightly across her wide hips.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn’s tanned legs showed her toned calves and thick quads.
And her bare legs were crossed at the ankles with one canvas sandal precariously balanced on the toes of her right foot.
These Åāliyah Kamāluddīn-Durgesh talks always lifted her spirits.
She sat her teacup on the inlaid coffee table and scooted to the edge of the sofa.
She looked directly into my eyes.
It was good to see me taking charge of a situation and she was pleased to see me assert myself more.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn had taken on the role of the facilitator and always tried to ease family friction.
No sense beating around the bush.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, frankly I’m horny. I’m not getting enough sex in this home, and I want to make some changes, here.”
She was surprised at that, naturally.
And coming from her husband’s ever best friend, even if I was the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She wasn’t sure what I was trying to say.
“Åāliyah Kamāluddīn,” I tried again, “I’m going to change the dynamics here.”
She was thoroughly confused, shifting her position, and taking on a look of concern.
She tried her best to discern my intent.
“Do you mean you need more privacy, or that you want to have more beautiful Musalmān girlfriends over? Would you like us to stay out of the way on certain nights? You want to have sex. That’s fine, you’re a Hindu, I understand.”
This just tended to infuriate me.
And now anger was increasing moreover.
“Yes, sex, that’s it. In this house. And whenever I want it. And it starts tonight!”
My face reddening as I rose and paced the room ominously.
My ego grew with each repressed desire.
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was flustered and not quite comprehending.
“Durgesh, it’s late, Sādiyah Raħīm’s staying with a friend and I can make myself scarce. Let me gather a few things and I’ll ride over to my friend, Lailā’s.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn rose to leave and as she tried to pass, I grabbed her wrist and said,
“You don’t get it, do you? I want sex. I want it, now. And I want it from you.” I blurted it out and liked the way it sounded.
Then I roughly pulled her back onto the couch.
She was just catching up with my last words, ..
“I want it from you.”
Her beautiful dark, brown eyes grew wide. “Durgesh, are you crazy? I’m your friend’s wife, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, your Bhābhījān!”
Beads of sweat appeared at her temples and her heart-rate soared.
I sat on top of her to plant her in her place.
Her head started thrashing wildly, her ebon locks clinging to her face and loose strands flying in all directions.
Her strong gams kicked at me as her sandals flew across the living room.
Her grunts of exertion were working like a tonic on my conception of things and she felt my Hindu manhood begin to swell.
The thrill of the hunt was always better than the trophy!
I pushed her sweaty, disheveled excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body into the cushions and figured my next move.
It was now or never and I had already gone too far to stop.
Her protests increased verbally and physically as her resistance started.
Allah, Allah, Nooooooooooooooo!
Yes, she had lost her mind while flirting with Durgesh.
But not sex!
She teased Durgesh, seduced Durgesh, but it was only a tease.
She wasn’t prepared even to have sex with the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
She shrieked in my face and tried to heave me off her.
I was sitting on her belly, my left hand clasping both her wrists and my right hand violently yanking her shorts down her legs.
“You grab my Uncut Hindu Penis every now and then, don’t you? You play with it and suck it every night when you think it’s safe and I’m sound asleep. You even undress me yourself then, undress yourself too, straddle me and fuck me almost entire night. Don’t you?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn was dumbfounded.
“You, you were never asleep? You, you were always wide-awake?”
“What do you think? Aren’t you one of the utmost beautiful Musalmān wives my Musalmān friends have and always crazy for me? You are already enjoying the ultimate pleasure with me, while I always suppress my feelings for you.”
“I, I’m sorry. I was fed up, frustrated actually.”
“What the hell do you mean, Åāliyah Kamāluddīn?”
“I needed such videos to show to my husband.”
I was startled.
“He always refuses me to straddle him. He doesn’t have sex with me properly. I boasted to him that even you let me straddle yourself. He didn’t believe and laughed at me.”
“Your ever righteous Musalmān friend challenged me to make our videos and show them to him, if you really allow me to straddle you.”
“And you did it? Are you crazy?”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn blazed at me suddenly,
“Shut up, you damn fool. Every Musalmān houselady that’s beautiful, is crazy for youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Not me aloneeeeeeeeeeeeeee!”*
I watched her incredulously.
“So, you prepared our videos yourself and gave him?”
“It wasn’t necessary.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn said disinterested, “I only had to agree. He himself made entire arrangements.”
“And do you know what he is doing with those videos of us? He is using them to make our adult movies. You are now a wonderful, one of the utmost successful porn stars, with me.”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn wasn’t startled.
She wasn’t dumbfounded.
Instead, she smiled cunningly.
“And my husband himself is doing it?”
“That’s what I wanted.” Åāliyah Kamāluddīn smiled triumphantly.
“I told him he is a pimp, not any sophisticated person. And now he himself has proved it.”
“Are you crazy? He is selling our porn videos.”
“He isn’t alone,”
“What do you mean?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made Pseudo Musalmīn either to surrender to their cuckolding to their beautiful Musalmān womankind and you, or leave Modern Democratic Årabia and live the vagabond life of a refugee.”
“That’s the exact punishment the terrorists, criminal and criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has decided even not let them unite anywhere. Their unity has always proved harmful to humanity.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, but…”
Åāliyah Kamāluddīn mused.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is always right.”
“Not always.” I said disapprovingly, “No one is always right except Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Allah, God. Åāliyah Kamāluddīn, you are a Musalmān lady. You can’t appreciate anyone beyond a limit. Alhamdulillah. Y’ ék ittamu sŧuhi. Mā chidanyasvishansat sakhāyo mā rishañyat.”*
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She has spread so many white lies about my unique legendary sexual prowess that almost entire Musalmān houseladies believed if they hadn’t have sex with me ever, they haven’t enjoyed even their life optimum as a woman.
My Uncut Hindu Penis wasn’t the biggest one, neither the monster as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever cunning, ever shrewdest, ever smart, ever preplanned untrue Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread the white lie everywhere.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,” I gritted my teeth, “Stop spreading white lies about my ever incredible unique legendary sexual prowess.”
“Am I harming you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cooed straddling me aggressively as usual.
“Not me, and don’t try to bribe me by straddling me aggressively every when I want to talk with you on some grave matter.”
“It’s bribery?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked into my eyes seductively, “It isn’t my ever exclusive wifely love for my ever sexiest Hindu husband?”
“Why do you and your ever obedient Young Musalmān lady Brigade spread white lies about my Uncut Hindu Penis? You and your entire Young Musalmān lady Brigade know with your own constant experiences that I don’t have the biggest penis…”
“Who the hell is interested in the damn biggest penis? They want only to experience the thrill of having sex with the utmost sexiest Hindu.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan,”
“A large number of them want to have only the ultimate intimacy with you, to feel the pride of it their entire life. They damn care about the truthfulness of the fantastic stories we spread of your ever miraculous sexual prowess. They live in dreams. They want to keep living in dreams. They never want to come out of it. That’s the tragedy of not only us womankind, but of us entire humankind as well.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is right, Durgesh.” Imāmzādi Ħumayrah Qāzī smiled gravely at me.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Ultimately, we had a family reunion, of sorts, in northern Vermont.
HVSI had rented out for me an entire wing of a small Inn nestled on the slope of a plush green mountain.
Most of the family arrived on Friday night.
My stepson, Nādir Shāh Durrānī, tried to keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm up to date on who was there and who wasn’t, but even he got lost in some of the names.
All in all, there were over 20 people there, all related in one way or another.
The proprietor had closed down one wing and more people showed up than we had booked!!
It seemed that two cousins had the same name and as a result, we were a room short!
Nādir Shāh Durrānī asked Mubīnah Ǻzīm if Mubīnah Ǻzīm minded me sleeping in the spare bed in their room.
Naturally, it was not a problem at all.
The cousin, Bābar Saåīd, thanked us profusely and I moved my suitcases into their room.
A roaring fire burned brightly in the stone fireplace erasing the early chill of a Vermont evening.
With Bābar Saåīd at the piano, and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s cousin, Ħamīdah Ashraf, leading the singing, we all sang Kishore Kumar songs.
We shared some more wine, except me, naturally, and by the time 1:00am rolled around, we were ready to stumble up the old creaking stairway to our respective rooms.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was horny.
She giggled, groped, and grabbed Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s sweet ass all the way up the stairs, only to disappointingly remember that they weren’t alone.
It was cool in the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples hardened up right away.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī slid into bed behind Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
She spooned his body to hers carefully resting his palm on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm let it rest there.
However, soon Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt the hardness of his cock in her back as his hand softly and slowly massaged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit.
It was a miracle as Mubīnah Ǻzīm never found her husband’s cut Musalmān noonī so erect before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm couldn’t decide.
I lay 5 feet behind Mubīnah Ǻzīm, in the other double bed.
There was nothing Mubīnah Ǻzīm and her husband, Nādirshāh Durrānī, could do.
Or could they?
Mubīnah Ǻzīm took his hand and grabbed his index finger with her lips.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked his finger as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked his cut Musalmān noonī so many times before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm licked the tip with her long, pink tongue and then slowly pushed the whole finger into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it.
Nādirshāh Durrānī groaned.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm continued her gyrations and could feel the entire length of his cut Musalmān noonī continuing to slide against Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nightie, pressing against Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s butt crack.
His cut Musalmān noonī was pulsating already.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī loved to watch Mubīnah Ǻzīm play with herself.
Therefore, while his hands were on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s, Mubīnah Ǻzīm squeezed her juicy tits together, being careful to make him feel that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was squeezing each nipple too.
And that was when Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt it.
Actually, she heard it first.
A groan from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s husband, followed by a wetness on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ass.
Nādirshāh Durrānī had reached his climax and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was just getting started!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt his hard cut Musalmān noonī go soft in seconds.
Well, it wasn’t anything new.
It happened almost every time.
After HVSI’s never before Psychological Revolution it started to happen more and more frequently.
Was it really Infinite BrāhmKalp now?
He had to finish Mubīnah Ǻzīm off … he had too, but then he said “ohhh honey, thanks sooooooo much.”
Nādirshāh Durrānī rolled over away from Mubīnah Ǻzīm and before Mubīnah Ǻzīm could say, “Hey, you left a wet spot on the bed, you jerk,” he was asleep.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rolled out of bed and made her way down the hall to the woman’s community bathroom.
There were several towels.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm took two of them, one to dry herself off with, and the other to put down on the bed to lie on.*
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm returned, there were two men quietly sleeping away.
Since they were asleep, Mubīnah Ǻzīm decided to just quickly change into another nightie.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to get the cum soaked one off quickly.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm slid the spaghetti straps off her shoulders.
Suddenly she realized from the mirror that there was a lot of light streaming in from the street through the window and onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought about being modest and realized that the cum on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back was beginning to get cold from the cool air.
We, both the men in the room, were sound asleep.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly slipped the gown from her chest, hips, and dropped it to the floor.
All that was left was Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thong and damn! That was cum-wet, too!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thong joined Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s gown on the floor.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw herself in the mirror and though, Mubīnah Ǻzīm rarely looked at herself, she had to stop and take a look.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cupped her exquisite Musalmān breasts with her hands and hefted them.
They hung a little longer than most women Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s age, but they were also fuller with silver dollar sized nipples that pointed forward and hardened at a moment’s notice.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought to herself that they were every 9th grade boys dream, big and cuddly.
Unfortunately, with the exception of Nādirshāh Durrānī, most college and post college guys Mubīnah Ǻzīm dated had the mentality of a 9th grade boy!
Through the years, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had been lucky enough to cum just from a guy sucking them!
Thankfully, Mubīnah Ǻzīm met a nice, caring and understanding guy like Nādirshāh Durrānī who loved to suck her tit!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands flowed down from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s stomach and down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thighs and finally around to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved her firm gorgeous Musalmān ass.
She was very much proud of it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts got a grade of B, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass got an A+!!
Jogging, field hockey, softball, and basketball all pay off in a nice trim and firm female Musalmān ass.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bent over to get some new undies and gown from her suitcase, when Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought she heard a groan.
Maybe it was a moan.
Maybe it was a grunt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly got her undies and new nightie on and jumped into bed.
Damn! That wet spot was now freezing cold!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached down to the floor, found the towel and got it under her.
It was rough on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin.
In frustration, Mubīnah Ǻzīm elbowed Nādirshāh Durrānī in the back.
He barely felt it.
First, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still hadn’t climaxed and second, Mubīnah Ǻzīm was left with the mess!
A few minutes later, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes drooped and Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to nod off to sleep.
Out of the corner of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eye, I got out of bed and went down the hallway to the community bathroom.
I came back with a towel.*
Mubīnah Ǻzīm awoke to the bright sun, shining through their east window, onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could hear kids laughing outside and quickly realized that Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s husband, Nādirshāh Durrānī, and I were gone.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm remembered that we were fishing in one of Vermont’s finest lakes for some fish that will be too small to keep!
Actually, I had claimed to catch a rather large bass here last year.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay on her back, Mubīnah Ǻzīm allowed her fingers to slide down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tummy and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s pubic hair to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s rapidly juicing extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s slender finger found her protruding clit and slowly worked it back and forth.
Ahhhhhhhhh, now that feels good.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked it a little faster while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand found her tit and already hard nipple.
She needed the release.
To get this, all Mubīnah Ǻzīm needed was a warm tongue, why not Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s own?, on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipple and a moving finger on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand continued its gentle rubbing, back and forth, up and down.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm closed her eyes and envisioned herself kneeling before Nādirshāh Durrānī‘s throbbing cock.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips part and Mubīnah Ǻzīm take the velvety head into her mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tongue encircled the rim of the head and suck hard.
In Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fantasy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could smell his sweat and hear his panting.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands wrapped around his hips.
They squeezed his ass cheeks pulling his cock deeper into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth forcing the head down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s throat.
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm got horny like this, Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved to suck cock.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved to drink cum.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fantasy continued in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mind, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin moving back down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, pulling them apart.
A moan escaped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips as she pushed two fingers deep into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tunnel was wet and hot, soaking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could feel the tension welling up inside her, preparing to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm needed to climax.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest heaved with anticipation as Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand plunged deep and hard into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand frigged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit.
Another moan left Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips and wafted up into the air.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand continued its assault on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm brought Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left hand up to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s wobbly tit and lifted it to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth, sucking in the dark, hard nipple.
“Mmmm – that feels soo good! Release isn’t far away, now … ” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought.
The vision of Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s pulsating cock preparing to pump sweet cum down Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s throat filled Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mind.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breathing intensified as Mubīnah Ǻzīm prepared to have Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy squirt Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s juices all over Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand.
There was a gentle knock at the door.
“Oh shit!” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought.*
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled the covers up over Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body covering Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm could not disguise Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breathing.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was still breathing hard.
“Who is it?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out.
“Oh, it’s just me,” called out I. “Do you want me to come back later?”
“Uhhhh, no, that is fine. I’m just not dressed, yet..”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard me chuckle through the door and say, “I certainly don’t mind.”
“You Hindu scoundrel!” Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out with a laugh. “Then come on in!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm realized too late that Mubīnah Ǻzīm had pulled the covers to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bed much too tight showing the full outline of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts still heaved as I entered.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was so horny and so close to cumming.
Looking at me, Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw an older man, perhaps 60 plus, in solid shape with a broad chest.
I was certainly Nādirshāh Durrānī’s father in every way.
I knew that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was looking at me in 25 years.
I looked around gravely for some clothes.
I wore jeans and a sweatshirt, but was looking for a T-shirt as it was warming up outside.
I found one, quickly whipped off my sweatshirt and pulled on my T-shirt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm remembered thinking that if Nādirshāh Durrānī lookd like this at 60+, he won’t be doing too bad!
My chest hair was thicker than Nādirshāh Durrānī’s was and actually, my tight biceps and chest looked like someone much younger.
My face was just exceedingly handsome.
Then Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled too in response.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched me take in another long look at her as I left the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay back down but realized that she’d better get up and get some breakfast before the morning was gone and so was the pancakes!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly put on new panties and a bra and decided to clean up the room.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm picked up the clothes from the previous night and found a towel on the floor.
It was crusted with old cum.
“Geez” Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought, “I didn’t think Nādirshāh Durrānī climaxed this much last night.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm put the towel in the towel basket and found another by the other side of the bed, this one had much less cum and then the clincher … a third towel that Mubīnah Ǻzīm had used to lay on had very little cum on it.
Three towels, all with cum, and one of them with a lot of cum.
“It seems that Nādirshāh Durrānī enjoyed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s show last night,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm muttered to herself.
She felt a dampening in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī knocked and walked in.
He loved seeing Mubīnah Ǻzīm in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s panties and bra and Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see the tent that Mubīnah Ǻzīm created in his pants.
Despite his groping and desire to “fuck right there and then,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm decided that Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t going to be waiting around for him to please her.
He had missed his opportunity.
Had he come in when Mubīnah Ǻzīm did, Mubīnah Ǻzīm would have been in a state to say “no Thank you.”
For now, Mubīnah Ǻzīm brushed his hands away from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hips, kissed him gently on the lips and quickly got dressed.
Nādirshāh Durrānī joined Mubīnah Ǻzīm for breakfast.
They ate in the dining room that served about 50 people.
There seemed to be people everywhere, and they all knew each other.
Nādirshāh Durrānī wandered off with Ǻbdul Waħīd, a cousin he knew from Rhode Island, to the Frisbee toss outside.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm promised to join them after Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s pancakes.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm was stuffing Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s 3rd and last pancake into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth, Shaguftah Ǻejāz, Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s cousin from Boston sat down in front Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Finally, someone Mubīnah Ǻzīm knew!
Shaguftah Ǻejāz was over 35 and had started her family late.
She had a cute short haircut that puffed in the front.
Her smile was infectious and Mubīnah Ǻzīm knew from other times Mubīnah Ǻzīm had met her, she was a no nonsense, straight forward Musalmān woman.
She had her 10 month old baby, named Akbar with her.
He was cute with pudgy cheeks and chubby fingers.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hadn’t always loved babies, but this one was cute.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted one of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s own.
One of the reasons Akbar was so plump was Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s constant nursing of him.
She called it “on demand” and to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s way of thinking; it was the right way to go.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz wasn’t always discreet when she nursed, but she was doing the right thing and had her priorities right.
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at her, Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed that she had lost most, if not all, of her baby weight and her breasts were still huge from nursing giving her body a Barbie like proportion.
“Mind if I?” she asked pointing to her tit.
“No, go right ahead, I’m kind of curious,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm replied.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched as she leaned Akbar across her lap and lifted her T-shirt and cowl neck shirt to give Akbar his milk.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth dropped open as he clamped onto the biggest, thickest nipple Mubīnah Ǻzīm had ever seen.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz must have noticed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s surprise and leaned forward to her,
“I know, they are huge. The thing is, my breasts are huge and so are my nipples. It’s amazing what your body can do! They weren’t like this before babies and now I’m at least two bra sizes bigger than normal. I’m even bigger now than when I nursed Åāyeshah.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t sure what to say.
“Well, Premendr must love them.”
“I think it is what he loves most about kids!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was confused and she could tell.
“He loves their size and weight and especially what is in them!”
Moreover, she chuckled again.
“Is it true what they say about sexual climaxes while nursing?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked.
She glanced around and after a moment, her eyes looked right into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I nurse this little guy here 4 to 5 times a day and at least twice a day, I have these nice little orgasms. You know the kind, they go right down between your legs and cause a tingle.” She smiled again and leaned toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm. “But about 3 times a week, my breasts need a good hard suck so that I don’t get breast infections.” She paused to let it sink in that Premendr sucked her tits 3 times a week.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and then Shaguftah Ǻejāz continued,
“When he does that with just a little stimulus, I have an earth shattering, bed soaking orgasm that is incredible.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt a tingle between Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
By now, mostly everyone had left the dining area.
Old Uncle Rafīq was at the other end of the room discussing the hunting season with anyone who would listen.
“Oh shit!” cursed Shaguftah Ǻejāz looking down at her chest.
Akbar was sleeping after having sucked on Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s right tit and now her left tit was “leaking” right through her shirt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm offered some napkins, but she gave me a look that told Mubīnah Ǻzīm a few napkins wasn’t going to help.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm accompanied her to the women’s bathroom that fortunately had a changing table next to the sink.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm put a blanket on the table.
She put sleeping Akbar on the table and strapped him in.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought she was kind of rough with him, but obviously, she knew her baby and he slept right through all of it.
“Will you just look at this??” she said with some irony and disgust.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked as she lifted her shirts up over her tits.
One tit was flatter or emptier than the other was.
The other, her left, was plump and full and seemed ready to burst.
She motioned for Mubīnah Ǻzīm to lock the door and Mubīnah Ǻzīm did.
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm got back, Shaguftah Ǻejāz had her hands around her left tit and was squeezing and pressing the milk down toward the large, dark brown nipple.
Some milk squirted out, but not like Mubīnah Ǻzīm had expected it to.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched fascinated, but Shaguftah Ǻejāz looked terribly frustrated.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I hate it when he falls asleep in the middle of nursing. Coming up here to this reunion threw his whole schedule off and now I’m engorged!”
“Is there something I can do?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked feeling rather helpless.
“Honestly?” she asked and Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I had to do this last night too and my hands are tired.” She hesitated “Can you squeeze for a few minutes?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and got closer.
Her breast looked like it was going to burst.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wrapped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s slender fingers around her tit and gently squeezed.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz closed her eyes, leaned toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm and whispered,
Mubīnah Ǻzīm squeezed harder and looked intensely at this beautiful tit in front of her.
The areola was dark brown, thick and covered the entire bottom of her tit leading to a nipple that was the size of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ring finger and the stuck out about an inch!
“Yes, that’s it, I can feel it letting down, don’t stop now, please.” Shaguftah Ǻejāz spread her legs for balance and leaned more forward to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Her nipple, brown and glistening with small amounts of creamy milk hung over the sink but right in front of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face as Mubīnah Ǻzīm continued to work her tit.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz put her left hand on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulder to steady herself as her head tilted back and her right hand rested on her hip.
“Ohhhhhhhh,” Shaguftah Ǻejāz moaned lightly, “that’s it, but it needs more.”
Her left hand guided Mubīnah Ǻzīm gently closer and closer, until Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lips wrapped around her nipple and Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to suck, while Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hands continued to press and squeeze the milk down toward Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz caressed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair and softly spoke to her as if Mubīnah Ǻzīm was her child.
“Yes dear. That’s it. You’re doing fine, keep sucking.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced down and saw that she had unbuttoned her jeans and her hand was down between her legs frigging her clit.
“Yes,” she continued, “it’s coming to you.”
Then it came to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
A flood of milk entered Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth and it initially tasted acidic.
It wasn’t like the milk you buy in the grocery store, but then it got sweeter tasting and Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked harder.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz moaned.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked more and more.
It filled Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth and Mubīnah Ǻzīm gladly swallowed it.
Her fingers were furiously working between her legs while her other hand gently stroked and encouraged Mubīnah Ǻzīm to suck more and suck harder.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm loved the taste and Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked harder still.
In just a few minutes, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had emptied her entire tit.
“Please,” Shaguftah Ǻejāz begged in a whisper “suck the other one!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm didn’t hesitate and took her other nipple into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked it and was drawing milk from it, in less than a few seconds.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy quivered with excitement as Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt Shaguftah Ǻejāz reaching orgasm.
Her jeans dropped to the floor.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled her panties aside and plunged Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers into her soaked, hot cunt.
Shoving two fingers deep, she let out a groan and then a gasp while she continued to frig her clit.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz shuddered.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand didn’t stop and neither did Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s mouth as Mubīnah Ǻzīm watched her face flush.
“Allah! Oh God, YES!” She cried out and Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand get soaked with her cum like a pumping jet stream shooting.
At first Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought, Shaguftah Ǻejāz was peeing on her, but then the texture was different.
She groaned again and leaned on the sink for support of her weakened legs.
Opening her eyes, Shaguftah Ǻejāz stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s face and brushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair from in front of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lifted her gooey fingers and for some reason, tasted them.
They tasted good.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz stared at Mubīnah Ǻzīm, while Mubīnah Ǻzīm licked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers clean.
“That was incredible. I’m so embarrassed, I just couldn’t resist! I don’t think I had ever cum that hard before. Now it is your turn, honey,” she said confidently. “I’m going to take good care of you.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was nervous as Shaguftah Ǻejāz reached out and lifted Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shirt and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra.
“Allah! My God, you have magnificent tits. They’re beautiful!!” Shaguftah Ǻejāz exclaimed.
She knelt on the floor and sucked them, licked them and Mubīnah Ǻzīm could feel her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy continue to get juicy.
There was a knock at the door and they both jumped like two kids getting caught smoking in the bathroom.
They quickly got their clothes together while an elderly voice floated into the women’s room.
“Is everything alright in there?” the elderly woman asked.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz called out before Mubīnah Ǻzīm had a chance to “Just a minute, we’ll be right out.”
Shaguftah Ǻejāz looked at Mubīnah Ǻzīm, the lust lost from her eyes, but not forgotten.
“I’m sorry, Mubīnah Ǻzīm; I can’t give you what you just gave me.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm shrugged her shoulders and looked down at her tits as she finished putting her shirt on.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz kissed Mubīnah Ǻzīm on the cheek and squeezed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tit through Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra.
“I’ll be right out” she said as Mubīnah Ǻzīm unlocked the door and headed out.
A few minutes later, Shaguftah Ǻejāz smiled at Mubīnah Ǻzīm as she plopped a wide-awake Akbar in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lap. “I don’t know where Åāyeshah is,” she mumbled slurping the last of her now cold cup of coffee. “I hope she is with Premendr,” and a smile crept over Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s face.
Her husband Premendr was great with kids.
He was the example that Mubīnah Ǻzīm used to show Nādir Shāh Durrānī that they should have kids.
Nādir Shāh Durrānī thought that their life was over as soon as they have kids.
“I know that a new life begins when you have kids and Premendr is a great example – he hated kids until he had one and now he loves kids!!”
Having watched Shaguftah Ǻejāz, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had a whole new perspective on having kids.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bounced Akbar on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lap and he giggled. “He’s sooooo cute” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said with a smile.
Shaguftah Ǻejāz smiled back. Never one to mince words, she said “Pregnant yet?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at her bluntness.
She was one of the “good” cousins.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm replied with equal bluntness,
“No, Nādirshāh Durrānī is still wearing rubber raincoats to bed! We discussed babies on the drive up. He is pretty dead set against kids.”
Shaguftah Ǻejāz saw something out the window and picked Akbar up, but before leaving, holding Akbar on her hip, she said “Better to have them when you are young and can chase them around! Don’t wait until you’re old like me!!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked out the window and saw Åāyeshah swinging happily on a swing set with her daddy pushing her. A few minutes later, Shaguftah Ǻejāz joined them.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat and thought about children.
If they had one, Nādir Shāh Durrānī would be a great daddy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just needed to get him over the hump of having one.
SATURDAY EVENING Dinner was a bore.
Nādirshāh Durrānī decided to spend some time with his Uncle Rafīq in the basement playing pool.
People got up from their spaghetti dinners leaving their dinner rolls half eaten and leaving Mubīnah Ǻzīm sitting looking for something to do.
Out of the corner of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eye, Mubīnah Ǻzīm caught me approaching her.
I sat beside Mubīnah Ǻzīm and we began with some pleasant discussion about what we had done during the afternoon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm had gone canoeing and had gotten soaked when they tipped over.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm laughed at that and watched my eyes casually roam Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t even wearing anything sexy, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed my eyes slow at Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest and legs.
Well, if I was going to look, Mubīnah Ǻzīm might as well show something!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was wearing a light cotton dress with a flower pattern and buttons from the bottom of the dress to the scoop neck.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bra from Victoria Secrets pushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts together creating a nice long Musalmān cleavage.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wore a soft button up, white cotton sweater.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wore it on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulders as we talked.
My eyes travelled down to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs and Mubīnah Ǻzīm crossed them, which caused the split up to the first button to open up giving me Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s tanned thighs to gaze upon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm absent-mindedly played with that button, buttoning it and unbuttoning it as we chatted.
Soon, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hand left that button, but left it unbuttoned and the sides split open more.
I could now see most of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s young beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was sure that if I tilted my head right, I could see Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s deep blue panties.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm allowed her hand to rest on the top of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thigh and scratched it and stroked it reaching higher and higher until Mubīnah Ǻzīm had reached the next button and pushed the dress up further on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
Now, I no longer had to tilt my head.
I just had to look.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled as several men made sure that they walked past her.
Mmmm, this attention felt soooo nice.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm uncrossed and re-crossed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs giving me an even better view, deliberately.
I didn’t hesitate and just enjoyed the view.
Why the hell should I hesitated, moreover?
Just to make sure I got to see all that I should see, Mubīnah Ǻzīm leaned forward and ran her fingers down from her knee to her ankle.
I kept talking as Mubīnah Ǻzīm did this and then brought Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ankle of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s left leg up to the knee of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right … opening Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s thighs as Mubīnah Ǻzīm went.
My eyes went wide and Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled inside.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced at my Hindu crotch and Mubīnah Ǻzīm was sure that I caught Mubīnah Ǻzīm looking, but Mubīnah Ǻzīm really didn’t care, my Hindu bulge was getting bigger and was extending down my pant leg.
I smiled at Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
“It really is a beautiful Saturday evening. What do you have planned with Nādir Shāh Durrānī?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced somewhat sideways at me and brushed the hair from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes.
“I don’t know, but since Nādirshāh Durrānī went off to play pool, I guess that I’m open.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I don’t know about you,” I said. *
Mubīnah Ǻzīm opened and closed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs again, “But, a nice sauna would certainly take the chill out my bones.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked about at the different people still in the dining hall.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right hand rubbed the edge of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress by Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts and lifted Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress from Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts giving me a nice view of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s expensive bra.
“That sounds like fun … just you and me?”
I wasn’t a damnfool enough to refuse her so nice open offer to me.
The Sālī was surely offering herself to me now tired of Nādirshāh Durrānī’s continuous incompetence.
I couldn’t blame Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
It was her natural need after all.
Nādirshāh Durrānī should have met it.
He was her husband after all.
Moreover, I wasn’t the only man available to Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
If I had refused, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could have gone to someone else ultimately.
Then why someone else?
Why not myself?
“Sure, why not?” I said.
“Well, I’m shy about exposing my body to a bunch of people I really don’t know,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled coyly.
I looked Mubīnah Ǻzīm in the eyes and with a sincerity that just about broke Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s heart; I said.
“Oh honey, you have NOTHING to be shy about. You are a beautiful Musalmān woman!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and looked down.
“Okay, you win! When do you want to do the sauna?”
My crotch had continued to grow and seemed a lot bigger than it should.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm nodded and bent over to get her purse giving me a long look down the top of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s dress.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stayed there so long, Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought her breasts would fall out!
As Mubīnah Ǻzīm got up, Mubīnah Ǻzīm helped herself up by putting her hand on my thigh and squeezing gently.
And Mubīnah Ǻzīm thought Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw my Anant Muslimātchod everlastingly stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund jump under my pants.
The hour and a half that Mubīnah Ǻzīm waited for 9:00 seemed like an eternity.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm read her magazines in their room expecting me to show up to get into her bathing suit.
I never showed up.
So around 8:45, Mubīnah Ǻzīm stripped down and put on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini bathing suit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm had brought it to go into the pool but found out that there wasn’t an indoor pool after we arrived on Friday night.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wrapped herself up in her warm floor length robe and grabbed a few towels from the community bathroom before heading out to the sauna.
At the front desk Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked for directions to the sauna expecting that it was down in the basement, but instead the pretty girl behind the counter said it was 100 yards out in back of the Inn.
She also said that there were 3 saunas back there.
2 were in the same building and the other was another 15 or so yards beyond that.
She drew Mubīnah Ǻzīm a little map on a post-it note and off Mubīnah Ǻzīm went. She also recommended that Mubīnah Ǻzīm pour water over the rocks often and bring some gel to keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin soft.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at the gel and it seemed like a good idea.
It was only $3.95.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm bought it!
Barefoot Mubīnah Ǻzīm made her way out the front door and around the side of the Inn.
It was an odd feeling.
The mountains loomed coolly in the distance with a wonderful backdrop of stars.
The cold air caused Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples to stand on end, but strangely, Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t all that cold.
Walking briskly through the frosty grass, Mubīnah Ǻzīm quickly found the first building with the two saunas and quietly entered a dressing, or under-dressing area!
On Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s right was the closest sauna door and it had a small window that Mubīnah Ǻzīm glanced through and then stared through.
There were 3 partially nude people in there sweating profusely.
Suvrat, a cousin of Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s Mubīnah Ǻzīm had met earlier in the day, lay naked on a bench while his Musalmān wife was wearing a full swimsuit on another bench.
It looked like Almās, an aunt, was naked on a bench on the side, her boobs still erect challenged the Hindus present there.
The other sauna was dark and cold.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm opened the door to the second sauna and called for me, but I wasn’t there and it was cold.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm headed back out and continued in the dark to the last sauna.
This was a single unit with the controls on the outside and one door directly into the sauna.
On the outside were hooks for clothes and towels etc.
The light inside was off but Mubīnah Ǻzīm could tell the heat was on.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cracked the door and called in.
My voice came back like a frog croaking in the middle of the night,
“It’s me, I, Mubīnah Ǻzīm,”
“Yes, of course it is! Please, please come on in.”
“I can’t see anything and I don’t want to touch something and get burned,”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm tried to look around but the light outside the building had blinded her and the inside light was out.
“Sorry, the other sauna was either filled with cousins or broken and I thought you’d be more comfortable in a private sauna. The light is out and the heat is just starting, so you should be safe enough. Here, take my hand.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached out and found my hand in the dark. It was softer than Mubīnah Ǻzīm had expected, but I had a strong grip.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt my other arm wrap around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s shoulders and pull Mubīnah Ǻzīm toward a second level bench.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm began to see things and noticed that there was a triple pane skylight and the stars shown through brightly.
Even so, it was still hard to see in the dim room.
I handed Mubīnah Ǻzīm a drink and told her a story about keeping hydrated while in a sauna.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled, thanked me and tasted the alcohol in the large glass.
It tasted good going down.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could already feel the juices start to flow between Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s legs.
I knew that the alcohol wouldn’t keep Mubīnah Ǻzīm hydrated, if anything, the dry heat would make the alcohol more effective!
I helped Mubīnah Ǻzīm take off Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s robe and Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay down some towels on the bench.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm still couldn’t see what I was wearing and with Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s third gulp of the drink, Mubīnah Ǻzīm wasn’t sure if Mubīnah Ǻzīm was caring.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm noticed that I was refilling her drink from a large thermos.
I offered Mubīnah Ǻzīm more, which Mubīnah Ǻzīm gladly took.
Now Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see the strong outlines of my muscular arms and chest.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm now knew that I had no shirt on.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and spoke softly.
“I brought some lotion to keep our skin supple. Want to try it? It is especially formulated for saunas and dry heat.”
It was starting to get hot in the sauna.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s skin began to produce little beads of sweat.
A nice cool lotion would feel good and it would be fun to continue Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s teasing and really give me something!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lay down on the top bench and handed me the gel.
With the starlight, Mubīnah Ǻzīm was beginning to be able to see more clearly now as Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes finally adjusted.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rolled onto her side lazily, reached behind and unclasped her top.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard the bottle squirt and felt the cool gel like substance on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s lower back.
My strong smooth hands stroked the gel into her skin and Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt like a princess.
Soon, I had both hands working the gel upwards to her shoulders.
I brushed Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s hair away and worked the gel into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s neck, back onto her shoulders and onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s arms where I stopped.
“What happened?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm whined. “That felt sooooooooo good.”
“Um,” I smiled. “Your back was done …”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm spread her legs.
“Durgesh, you haven’t even touched my legs, yet!”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard another squirt and adjusted the towel under her head.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm felt my hands and fingers work Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s calves and around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s knees.
Halfway up her thighs, I stopped.
Softly, Mubīnah Ǻzīm said,
“Higher Durgesh, just a little higher,”
I stroked her thighs higher and along the sides.
Still softly, Mubīnah Ǻzīm called out.
“Durgesh, don’t tease me anymore, please! I won’t bite. If anyplace needs it, it is my thighs.”
Both my hands took one thigh at a time and stroked the gel onto the back of her thighs.
“Higher still, Durgesh,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm commanded calmly.
Each time my fingers touched Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, Mubīnah Ǻzīm moaned, “Mmmmm.” I kept rubbing her legs and stroking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips more and more frequently.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm moaned quietly each time.
When I stopped again, Mubīnah Ǻzīm quietly spoke, “I think I need some on my front, now, can you help?”
When Mubīnah Ǻzīm said it, Mubīnah Ǻzīm heard me grunt.
Before I could answer, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had rolled over onto her back, carefully holding her top onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breasts but lying on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back Mubīnah Ǻzīm let it go so that they were barely covered.
“That felt sooooo nice, please do the front,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm pleaded.
I quickly went about my work starting with her shoulders and upper arms.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s eyes adjusted and could see that I wore a bulky, boxer style brown bathing suit.
I worked under Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s neck and then skipped down to her stomach.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm closed her eyes while I worked the lotion into her shins and across Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s knees.
Again, I stopped at her beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm whispered encouragement.
“Yes, higher … no, don’t stop, higher please!”
When done, I wiped my hands on a towel.
Leaning up on one elbow, but holding her bikini top to her chest Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at me,
“Durgesh, that felt soooo good. Would you like me to rub some on your back or your legs or maybe on your chest?”
I sat on the bench with a smile.
The tent in my bulky shorts showed that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was having a nice effect on me.
“No, that’s alright” I said teasing her deliberately. “I’m fine.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Well, you missed a few spots and it felt so good that I want to make sure I have this nice gel all over my body.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm let her hand off Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini top and it fell to the bench revealing her tits.
I clearly did know what to do.
I took the gel and squirted some into her hands.
“Why don’t you watch a bit?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said with a wicked grin.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat up with Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back against the wall.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm placed her gel-covered hands over and around her sweating neck.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm moved them down and squirted more onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s chest and rubbed it into each tit.
I smiled as Mubīnah Ǻzīm did it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked right at me as Mubīnah Ǻzīm fondled her own tits, squeezing them, tugging them and finally pulling hard on her nipple.
Her areolas were magnificent in the dim light of the stars.
Looking down, Mubīnah Ǻzīm could see them glistening. Mubīnah Ǻzīm squirted more gel into her hands and carefully hefted her tits stroking them over and over.
It felt great and she no longer cared who was in the room. Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples were now super sensitive and the direct connection between nipple and her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was fully engaged.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm could hear my breathing intensify.
Yet Mubīnah Ǻzīm really didn’t care as her heart was racing.
I needed release from all the pent up attempts at release. Nothing was going to stop me this time.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked the gel all over her stomach carefully lifting Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s bikini bottom and moving the waistband down lower and lower.
I was grave now.
Now Mubīnah Ǻzīm was getting curious about what I might have down me for her.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled at me,
“I bet this stuff will stain my clothes …”
I said nothing and watched as Mubīnah Ǻzīm stood up on the floor next to me and dropped her bikini bottoms.
I turned around and worked the gel onto Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s firm gorgeous Musalmān ass carefully spreading Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s cheeks and giving me a full view of all that Mubīnah Ǻzīm have.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm I was groaning and grunting regularly now.
I turned around and tossed her hair back as Mubīnah Ǻzīm hopped onto the top bench.
Leaning Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s back against the wall Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached down and spread her legs giving me a wonderful view of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, which had Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s juices dripping down her legs.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled broadly and enjoyed stroking Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s inner thighs right up to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips. Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled them apart and stroked Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit for me.
She could feel Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s first climax welling up inside her.
“We uh, can’t do this” I said gravely.
“Why not?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked innocently.
“I noticed that you came into that towel last night while watching me …” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and worked her fingers into Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and all around Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
They loved the attention and thickened nicely.
“We’re not doing anything different now, are we? Except may be we’re doing it a little more honestly, this time?” Now, Mubīnah Ǻzīm had two fingers plunging deep inside her and Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s other hand was fondling her tits.
I didn’t say anything.
Nevertheless, I moaned as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked her own nipple.
Her hand slowly guided across my hidden cock.
“Let me see it,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said in a hushed whisper, Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s fingers making a slurping noise against her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy. “I want to see what you have there for me”
“Mubīnah Ǻzīm, I don’t think this is a good idea,” I said.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm reached up both her hands and held up her tits pointing them toward my face.
“I bet you’d like to squeeze these, wouldn’t you … mmmm, they are so squeezable. Watch me” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled and then sucked each one in turn.
I was graver now.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled again squeezing her nipples “Show me … now.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm said it forcefully and returned her fingers to Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit and her extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
I stepped forward.
Her fingers continued their rapid pace only stopping to switch positions onto her hard clit.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm gazed down my chest, across my stomach and down to my dark shorts as I slowly dropped them.
“I’m embarrassed,” I said gravely as I continued to lower them.
My eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund was bent down within my shorts and the first thing Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw was the massive thickness of the base of my cock.
As my shorts moved another 6 or 7 inches down, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still couldn’t see the head.
Finally, another 3 inches and the head hung there.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm guessed “hung” is the right word.
It was hard but so heavy, it kind of hung there.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm looked at my face – where the hell had I been hiding this Hindu Miracle??
“I know,” I said. “It’s too miraculous. Every woman I have ever had sex with could never believe its miracles. She couldn’t allow it to leave her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy without my promise to fuck her again whenever she needed it inside her again.”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted to try that cock!
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s great Hindu stepfather-in-law!
I had a beautiful tool and I did even know it!
Every one of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies did know how to use it.
Nevertheless, they probably had that Pseudo Musalmīn mentality and never even talked about it.
“It is bigger than I thought it would be,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
It was long and thick and fat and just plain big.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pumped Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s clit hard flicking it side to side.
We watched each other and got closer together focused on each other.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm cried out as her first orgasm swept over her.
Her delicate Musalmān fist slammed up and down my Hindu shaft milking my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund while her another hand slowed in Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm guessed Mubīnah Ǻzīm should actually say, Mubīnah Ǻzīm took the head into her mouth.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked on my cock hard and felt my hands resting on the back of her head.
The moans were coming more frequently now as Mubīnah Ǻzīm sucked my cockhead back to life.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm lapped at the helmet head and licked on the sensitive underside.
Satisfied that I was ready enough to fuck, Mubīnah Ǻzīm stopped sucking and pushed me onto the top bench.
The heat of the sauna was really beginning to kick in and sweat was pouring off our bodies.
With me lying in front of her under the stars, Mubīnah Ǻzīm got a good look at what Mubīnah Ǻzīm desired to impale herself upon.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wouldn’t ever normally compare men’s sizes and have refused to rate Nādir Shāh Durrānī’s size with other men Mubīnah Ǻzīm had seen the pictures of, but, this was I.
Unfortunately for Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s regular love life, Nādir Shāh Durrānī got his size from his mother’s side!
It didn’t reach around.
There was so much skin.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just worked it up and down over the head.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm just needed my massive eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm worked the head along her soaked lips for a long time, teasing me and herself.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hung Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s big tits into my face and made me kiss Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples.
They were hard and reminded me of Shaguftah Ǻejāz’s smart Musalmān tits.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted her tits to lactate and give mile. Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted her tits to give her orgasm after orgasm just from a hand play from me.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm wanted a baby from me to suck on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s big tits with the big nipples.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mubīnah Ǻzīm was flying.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm couldn’t resist any longer and pushed down onto my Hindu shaft.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm only knew that Mubīnah Ǻzīm was being stretched and at first, it hurt.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pushed my everlastingly unyielding, ever unusual, sixty-five years old, ultimate capable, unique, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund harder and Mubīnah Ǻzīm stretched more feeling a tingling running up and down her spine.
The kissing and squeezing of Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s nipples were having their effect.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm jammed down hard on me.
I grunted loudly and Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled up just to slam down again.
We humped and bumped and groaned and ground our fuck organs together.
Deeper and deeper, harder and harder Mubīnah Ǻzīm hammered down on me.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s climax neared a peak Mubīnah Ǻzīm had never climbed before.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm realized Mubīnah Ǻzīm was holding Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s breath and concentrating on the earthquake of spasms that centered at Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I stretched Mubīnah Ǻzīm so far and pulled on Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips so hard that Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s ardent Musalmān clit was rubbed by my massive everlastingly resolute, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate brilliant, inimitable, utmost conspicuous, Uncut Hindu Lund.
Our voices became mute, but our eyes communicated everything.
I was ready.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm was ready.
Even with all the heat around us from the sauna, Mubīnah Ǻzīm still felt my hot Hindu cum shoot from my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund and soak Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides deepest.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm saw a look of peace in my eyes and that sent Mubīnah Ǻzīm over the edge.
Wave after wave of her female Musalmān cum squirted from Mubīnah Ǻzīm all over my balls and Mubīnah Ǻzīm collapsed onto my chest kissing my face and my lips.
I held Mubīnah Ǻzīm tight against me.
“Nevertheless, we can’t ever do this again!” I said quietly. “I’m your stepfather-in-law.” My voice was grave enough to mean it.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm sat up slowly.
“Really?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm started to move her beautiful young Musalmān buttocks to work my evermore unwavering, ever whimsical, sixty-five years old, ultimate gifted, matchless, utmost noticeable, Uncut Hindu Lund some more. “Are you sure about that?” Mubīnah Ǻzīm asked again as Mubīnah Ǻzīm pushed her tits into my lips.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm pulled up and almost off my cock.
“I guess if you don’t want my hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wrapped around your magnificent eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund .. then fine,” Mubīnah Ǻzīm jammed down on my Uncut Hindu Lund filling herself again and feeling another orgasm wave sweep through Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s body.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm rode up again,
“Say you don’t want me and I’ll stop,” as Mubīnah Ǻzīm fucked me hard again and again … “SAY IT … SAY THAT YOU DON’T WANT MUBĪNAH ǺZĪM’S Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot AROUND YOUR Uncut Hindu Lund AND I’LL STOP!” Her sloppy Musalmān Choot slipped up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund joyfully as Mubīnah Ǻzīm pleasured herself with my Hindu pleasure stick.
“Shut up! Tell me your Uncut Hindu Lund loves Mubīnah Ǻzīm’s extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot around it … tell me … now.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm smiled.
“Yes, YES … Mubīnah Ǻzīm, my Uncut Hindu Lund loves your extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot around it, but still it isn’t right. ” I smiled as I finished cumming and it slowly dripped out of her stretched extremely beautiful, extremely ravenous, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I tried to pull off Mubīnah Ǻzīm.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm giggled at the sucking sound it made as we were separating.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm hugged me back suddenly forcibly.
I sighed helplessly.
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stroked the hair on my chest.
“Nādir Shāh Durrānī doesn’t have what you have, Durgesh.” Mubīnah Ǻzīm paused. “I, sometimes, I’m going to need to do this again and again, maybe even on a daily basis … can we do that?”
Mubīnah Ǻzīm stroked my eternally stanch, ever fantastic, sixty-five years old, ultimate talented, unique, utmost prominent, Uncut Hindu Lund with her still surrounding, now greedier, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as it hardened.
I smiled enjoying the attention,
“Okay, I think I need to make up for your lost time. Maybe we can arrange something,” I said with a chuckle.
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The Everbest Wives
Eīshān! God, and now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, who looked so much like her Ammī herself, wanted to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Eīshāno Vishvvédasah! God knows, Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun! How she had managed her teenager Musalmān girlfriends to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund .
The girl was miraculously extraordinary smart.
Even at her eighteen only, she was a PhD and a respected instructor in Ashvinātam Relationships.
I had sex almost 24x7x365 with extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies respectfully.
I never needed to destroy my platonic relationship with Al Kāynāt Al Islam for sex.
I was already taking beautiful Musalmān women home, fucking them while she was in the next room.
There wasn’t any problem.
Not only my opponents, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Seven Movements Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Lady Brigade was advertising it 24x7x365.
Eīshān! I’d never thought Al Kāynāt Al Islam would be my next score.
“Only a blow job,” I muttered. “Just until you cum. She’s out of her mind.”
Yet, I couldn’t deny the fact that my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard now.
I turned on the TV to ESPN. I didn’t care who was playing or what the sport was.
I was never interested in damned sports.
Yet, I needed something to distract me.
I don’t know why didn’t go to Stavan.
It would have been the best.
Was Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s crazy obsession more powerful?
As powerful as to affect my Bhogchakr even?
I don’t know.
Eīshān! It was the sports illustrated swimsuit special!
Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Girls were running around on the beach with photographers snapping pictures!
Eīshān no doubt was helping Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I turned off the TV, moving to the bathroom.
I stood in front of the toilet, unzipped my pants, reached in, and pulled out my ten inches of thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was standing straight up, the helmet red and angry at my mistreatment of it.
I gazed along the shaft.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam wanted to suck it.
Yet, what was new in it?
Haven’t all of them already done it?*
It had been a year almost to the day since I had left home.
For me it had been a year of picking up casual sex therapy patients and families on the brink of breaking only due to sexual problems not attended scientifically, practically and prudently, instead of traditionally and emotionally erroneously, as I roamed around the country.
All the time I roamed, I was longing for home and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
Yet now, as I approached home in my new Mercedes, I was filled with apprehension.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I had agreed to separate and had no contact whatsoever for the whole year in order to be sure that what she wanted was I, and no one else, despite my being the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
The relationship she had briefly begun was so potent and yet so hazardous that she needed to be utterly secure in my love.
I had every knowledge of what had been happening at home and to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
I did even know I had left her in a distressing situation, since she insisted on it adamantly, despite my every effort to explain to her why it shouldn’t be done.
Had it not been for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s strong resolve that we must have the year apart I might never have left her.
A few days before making the journey home, I had telephoned Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.
That too we had agreed upon.
That was to make sure that I wanted to come home, and that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted me to.
“Things, feelings, change in the course of a year,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had said, “and we need to be sure. I’m still immensely afraid of your ever over humanity and morals for inhumans even. ”
One thing I had learned from the telephone call had been that at last the philandering Waħīdah had left Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and was now living with a girl I had met while on a “business trip” to the Philippines.
I thought that this would make things easier for Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and me but I thought I had detected a note doubt in her voice when I said I was returning home.
Nevertheless, she had agreed that I should return now.
As I drove the last leg of the journey, my mind wandered back to the night it had all begun.
“No,” I thought, “that was not when it began.”
That night had only been the culmination of what had been brewing between us for at least four years.
It was the almost inevitable outcome of love, vulnerability and opportunity.
I recalled the time when at the age of twenty one Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had first become aware of me as a sexually desirable man.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came upon me when I was standing near a divan.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb must have seen me like that many times, but this time it was different.
I was wearing my shorts only Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never seen me in before.
As usual, I did not look my age, which at that time must have been about sixty one or two.
What struck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb very forcibly was the quiet radiance of my manly vigor.
It was still the athletic body, the way my hair fell loosely and naturally fell on my forehead.
The confident black eyes, the warmth and sweetness of my smile that seemed to give me an aura of enchantment.
No doubt, I had not anticipated being seen dressed like that.
Waħīdah had been away on one of her alleged business trips, and she wasn’t to know that the sex therapy sessions were completed and the sex therapists sent home early.
I had simply been relaxing for a while and enjoying the new garment I had bought the day before.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had a brief glimpse of my Uncut Hindu Lund that seemed to her like a strongest steel rod, Allah. A
l had hastily drawn the towel over my crotch and smiled saying, “I didn’t expect you to be home so early, my child.”
Yes, that was where it had begun, but there it might have remained had circumstances not dictated otherwise.
An over religious Musalmān husband was breaking her heart.
She was a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who needed love and emotional warmth and that love and warmth she found in me, and in receiving she also gave.
Even so, it might not have culminated as it did had she not been at a vulnerable stage in her life.*
Over the years, following that incident, we both became aware that her feelings for me went beyond the filial, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had even confessed them to me.
This at least cleared the air and removed some of the fears that often got with such feelings.
Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had claimed that her feelings for me were perfectly natural and often occurred between daughters in law and fathers in law.
That’s why Islam had seen it necessary not to prohibit adopted son’s wife on the so called father in law, by marrying Ħazrat Zaynab bint Jaħsh razī Allāhu tålā ånahā with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe it.
Peeking through the crack in the bathroom door at my unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Penis.
It was the finest unique legendary utmost experienced enormous Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Dick Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had ever seen and it was mine.
I was furiously fucking her best friend, Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had deliberately sent in the bathroom entirely nude.
Both Al Waħīdah Al Qādir and Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān were twenty eight, brilliant, smart, PhD and extraordinary beautiful.
It had been for about three hours while Al Waħīdah Al Qādir watched.
Durgesh was fucking Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān for three hours nonstop.
What a man.
Now Al Waħīdah Al Qādir could understand why her own Ammī was so crazy for me.
The sixty five year old ever-young Hindu man deserved kudos.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir felt her body arouse, felt her nipples press out behind her bra and her sex tingle as her insides moistened.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t look away as I manipulated my nicest Uncut Hindu shaft into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight Musalmān Cunt proudly.
Well, Durgesh, the Anant MuslimātRamañ Hindu really deserved the pride.
Durgesh was really a miracle himself.
He never looked his age.
Anyone could bet Durgesh could be anywhere between twenty eight to thirty five.
Not any more.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t believe my Stavans, my Trishapt, nonstop, could really do such wonders.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir waited with baited breath for the climax, knowing I had to be close from the look of my matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
Not to mention the expression on my face, and how my legs tightened, lifting my waist.
My matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock was poking out along with my balls, as my waist stroked to and fro the impressive Hindu tool.
It had to be eight maybe nine inches, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t be sure.
Suddenly I leaned forward, went up on my toes and exploded into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān’s tight glorious glamorous Musalmān Cunt.
My Hindu cum shot into Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān.
The first rope left a trail from the utmost depth of her Musalmān Cunt to my convulsing matchless fabulous utmost experienced colossal Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock.
Burst flew from her extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir heard me grunt, stroke hard again, sending another rope out of my Hindu shaft.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was awestruck with my power and Hindu potency, never seeing that much cum before in her life.
Nonstop Trishapt Sādhnā?
Was it really due to it?
Despite her immense obsession to me, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir still couldn’t believe it.
If a Sādhnā, a spiritual practice only, can do such immensely incredible wonders, why the others don’t do it?
Doesn’t every man want to be as capable in sex as Durgesh is?
Durgesh is certainly an exception in several matters, including his matchless sex prowess too.
He doesn’t want to tell the mystery of his incredible success everywhere.
Why the hell should he?
Who tells these things to others to lose his/her matchless status ever?
Isn’t it Durgesh’s exclusive privilege too?
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swore a good seven long blasts painted the inside of Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān and a large puddle formed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb by the time I was done.
Her young extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth watered, her sex quivered and dripped.
All that glorious Hindu cum going to only her best friend not even a little to herself, made Al Waħīdah Al Qādir jealous and sad.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir imagined me shooting that huge Hindu load in her young Musalmān mouth, how it would fill Al Waħīdah Al Qādir to overflowing before Al Waħīdah Al Qādir swallowed it down.
In her musing, she almost got caught watching because we were done cleaning up and about to exit.
If it weren’t for me kissing her best friend, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir would have been.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir darted away down the hall to her room and shut the door behind her, horny as hell.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir called me Durgesh even though I was thirty seven years elder to her and her best friend too.
This was the first time Al Waħīdah Al Qādir had caught me fucking anyone.
That was too because she deliberately planned and managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir knew I did it 24x7x365.
It was not any bloody secret even.
Everyone knew it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir lucked out this time and found the door cracked.
Al Ħanīfah Al Ůsmān deliberately managed it.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir got the show of a lifetime.*
I could not imagine even doing this, thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s mouth sliding over my Uncut Hindu Lund.
How the hell had this happened?
I came home tonight from work to relax.
Now, I was in the bathroom, fucking a beautiful Musalmān houselady as usual, after Al Kāynāt Al Islam asked to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She wouldn’t even know what to do with this much Uncut Hindu Lund anyway, little virgin Musalmān girl, trying to lick it, asking me how it was going to fit into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
I started thinking about her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot next.
I had to.
She must be so tight. It’d probably hurt both of us going in.
I remembered a year ago, she came home at 5:00 a.m., stinking of booze.
She was drunk as hell as I got her into bed, still dressed.
She’d been wearing a skirt and I caught a glimpse of her panties.
There had been blood on the crotch.
I thought that was the night she’d had her cherry popped.
I guess she was just on her period.
Even now, I could see my Uncut Hindu Lund sliding between those tight, pink Musalmān lips, strangling my Uncut Hindu Lund, watching those big green Musalmān eyes of hers open and close as she got penetrated.
“Damn it,” I whispered. “Get it together. She doesn’t understand anything.”
I stopped fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends.
It was more than obvious Al Kāynāt Al Islam herself had sent her to find out my recent psychology about her ‘need’(?).
I was not going to cum to into her friend having the thought of Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I refused to.
I was stronger than that.
I took a cold shower.
In addition, it helped.
If you need to stop fantasizing about fucking someone you don’t want to, took a cold shower.
The cold water will deflate your Penis as if you’re in a monastery.
In my room, I redressed in sweat pants and a white t-shirt, staring at myself in the mirror.
I had to talk to Al Kāynāt Al Islam, sort this out.
She had to know I wasn’t angry with her, yet quite disturbed, naturally.
She was just caught between a rock and a hard Uncut Hindu Lund, but it was not going to be my Uncut Hindu Lund that did the job.
“Cupcake?” I said as I opened her door.*
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t get my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock out of her mind, falling on her bed with her hands already down her pants.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was very wet and her clitoris was erect, begging to be played with.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir rolled over on her tummy and began to grind on her clit with both hands, rolling her nubbin between her fingers, slipping up and down in her juices.
The pleasure grew quickly, her breathing became rushed as her arms pressed her breasts together, smashed on the bed.
The euphoria spread through her body the more Al Waħīdah Al Qādir played and tightened her ass, grinding harder on her clit until the wave crashed over her body, drowning her in bliss.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir was so wet after her orgasm Al Waħīdah Al Qādir needed to change her panties.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir stood up, her legs wobbly and took off her shorts, pulled her panties down, letting the cool air find her wet Musalmān pussy and excited clit.
It felt good, sending shivers through her body and hardening her nipples again.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir thought about how good my matchless fabulous utmost experienced immensely loved Anant MuslimātRamañ Uncut Hindu Cock would feel deep inside of her.
She’d never had anything near my size and Al Waħīdah Al Qādir know they said size doesn’t matter.
Nevertheless, Al Waħīdah Al Qādir couldn’t stop thinking about putting that to the test.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir found herself playing again, half naked in her room with two fingers in her wet Musalmān tunnel when a knock on her door scared the shit out of me.
“Don’t come in! I’m not…” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir started to say but the door opened anyway.
Al Waħīdah Al Qādir turned, covering up, and in poked my head as I removed my headphones to talk.
“Durgesh! Leave me alone, at least. Get out!” Al Waħīdah Al Qādir screamed.
She forgot even how to behave with me.
Yet she realized it as soon as she committed the mistake.
“Sorry! One of my bad moods! I need privacy very badly now.” she said, shutting the door very fast.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Everbest Wives
The warm, breezy, summer air flowed into the bedroom through the two open windows.
The soft rustle of the white sheers as they flew out from the wind gusts, was a relaxing sound.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was slowly waking up, feeling the sun’s rays coming through the window, hitting her skin and warming her all over.
There was a conference of the stepdaughters of her Hindu father, led by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself.
They requested Durgesh, their Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful Hindu father too to attend it.
“Sorry,” I smiled at them, “I know in so many societies, incest is becoming normal now, even being respected. ‘Father husband’, ‘brother husband’ ‘daughter wife’, ‘sister wife’, are becoming normal advanced ultramodern relations too, even honored manywhere. Yet, I still don’t like it. Count me out, please!”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was on her stomach, turning her head on her pillow so she could feel the warmth shine directly onto her face.
She hadn’t yet opened her eyes, instead, suddenly feeling chilled from the inside out.
It was a thought, a feeling, a shocked wonderment…why, at 23-years-old, was she still alone?
Well, she really DID know the answer to that, she always had, from the time Al Tåzīm Al Islām was a kid.
But, as always, she’d kept those thoughts and emotions to herself, buried deep inside, where they belonged.
When the aroma of freshly brewed coffee whiffed through the air, Al Tåzīm Al Islām opened her eyes and smiled broadly,
“Daddy,” Al Tåzīm Al Islām whispered to herself. She got up and put on her light-blue and white cotton bathrobe, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
She wanted to say, ‘Daddy husband’, ‘Daddy, my unique love’, etcetera, but she knew it would antagonize her sixty-five years old Hindu love.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām could never afford it.
Yes, Durgesh is forty years older than Al Tåzīm Al Islām is.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were forty four years older when he consummated love with Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
Islam never recognized marriages oriented to the ages of the marrying partners.
What a foolish, stupid, unscientific and immensely impractical idea it is!
It has destroyed countless marriages.
It has increased the number of divorcees immensely, but the non-Muslims never understood why Islam preached it.
The stupid dumb asses.
Islam always cared of the genes transfer to the next generation.
Moreover, an older experienced husband is always preferred in Islam than an ever-inexperienced male child that doesn’t know anything first hand of marital duties and responsibilities.
“Morning, daddy,” she said, smiling at me as Al Tåzīm Al Islām walked over and kissed my forehead.
“Morning, Al Tåzīm Al Islām,” I smiled back.
I drank my coffee while I waited for her to get her coffee and sit down with me.
This was our daily morning routine, since her Abbū, Doctor Muħammad Islam left them.
He charged her Ammī, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad that she wanted to cuckold him to her Hindu lover Durgesh and herself.
“It isn’t true, Your Honor,” her Ammī, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, pleaded, “Doctor Muħammad Islam himself pleaded me to let him play a cuckold Musalmān husband to get favor from Ummil Åālmīn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā,”
A video was played in the court to support her statement.
The Judge wasn’t startled.
She looked down to Doctor Muħammad Islam thoughtfully.
“Your honor, I wanted to test the extent of her Durgesh obsession.” Doctor Muħammad Islam answered when he was given the opportunity to refute the evidence provided by defense in the videos, “I expected her to refuse me to cuckold, but…”
“I object to his statement, Your Honor.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī objected, “The videos shown here reveal my client, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, refused to cuckold him, but Doctor Muħammad Islam insisted. My client yielded ultimately. She thought he needed it. Nowadays surprisingly, there are so many Musalmān husbands that plead to, their otherwise ever faithful ardent Musalmān wives, to cuckold them to Durgesh and to their own Musalmān wives. We have a large number of videos to prove our point.”*
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān looked at the Public Prosecutor.
A deputy district attorney arose to present the prosecution’s point of view,
“If the court please, the prosecution has already stated that the authenticity of the videos is not being challenged by the prosecution. Doctor Muħammad Islam never claimed he never requested his wife, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, to cuckold him. He wanted to please his wife.”
“To the extent to be cuckolded to her and her Hindu lover, the Mayor of Ved Nagar, Durgesh?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled ironically, “Your Honor, if the prosecution admits that, why the separation at all?”
“Your Honor,” deputy district attorney answered, “that’s the point. We wanted those videos to be produced in the court. But the prosecution could not do it, because the party opposing the separation was itself planning to oppose the introduction of them as evidence. The prosecution hadn’t another alternative except to spread the rumors that the prosecution does not want them introduced.”
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān deliberately did not smile.
It was against the dignity of the court.
Yet she appreciated the strategy of the prosecution to make the defense itself to produce those videos in support of their own arguments.
However, it was reaching the adjournment.
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān adjourned the court for next date.
Everyone knew I, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s new Hindu father, was a very handsome man by all accounts.
I had kept up my fine physique even at my sixty-five.
I was toned and fit from my daily Stavans, Weekly Mandrs, Monthly Satrs, Parvs, lap swims and gym workouts.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām had always been more of a home-body type of girl.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was sweetness and cheerfulness, personified.
She’d always been a ‘daddy’s girl’.
When Al Tåzīm Al Islām graduated high school, she had refused to go away to college, as her siblings had.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām wanted to live at home while attending the University.
Given how smart Al Tåzīm Al Islām was and her academics, she graduated from high school at age 16; and graduated from college with her Bachelor’s Degree when Al Tåzīm Al Islām was 20.
After graduation, Al Tåzīm Al Islām wanted to start her own company, working from home.
Therefore, we remodeled one of the bedrooms, making it into an office on one end of the room, and her product storage on the opposite end.
She had a good business head about her and now, three years later, Al Tåzīm Al Islām was single-handedly managing a very lucrative business.
As was our regular morning routine, Hindu father and Musalmān daughter, after we have a couple cups of coffee and chat for a bit, we each went to our own rooms and shower and dress for the day.
Since both our bedrooms and home offices were upstairs, after we’d each get ready, we’d meet in the hallway and chat for a few more minutes, then each go to our respective offices to start to work.
For lunch, we always ate together, going out about half the time, giving us a chance to get out of the house and clear our heads before returning to work.
The same routine existed for supper, as well.
To most, it might sound like a boring or lackluster way of life, but for Al Tåzīm Al Islām and me, we loved it.*
It was homey, it was being together, it was comfortable, and we were content, just the way things were.
Things would have probably continued as we always have been, if Al Tåzīm Al Islām hadn’t had a small accident.
That one unforeseen fluke, changed everything.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām had recently changed bedrooms and moved into what had formerly been the ‘in-law suite’.
It had a large bedroom with a private bathroom, and a separate private, small living room.
Growing up, it was kept as a guest bedroom.
However, when Al Tåzīm Al Islām needed a larger home office, we did some rearranging and remodeling.
I continued to stay in the master suite I’d always had.
My home office was next to my bedroom, so it made sense to keep it the same, as well.
What used to be Al Tåzīm Al Islām and Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad’s old bedroom, was now remodeled.
It was now Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s new home office.
Now, the three bedrooms that were upstairs, Mine, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s, and the guest bedroom, all had their own, private bathrooms.
The other two former bedrooms were now the home offices of Al Tåzīm Al Islām and me.
Since we were the only two who ever really used the upstairs, it was a floor plan that worked beautifully for us.
While Al Tåzīm Al Islām was in her shower that morning, she happened to notice that a couple of the newly-installed glass tiles in her shower had come loose and the corners were sticking out.
She made a mental note to tell me so it could be fixed. Continuing to shower, she slipped, although slightly, it was enough to throw her off balance a little and she inadvertently backed up rather hurriedly, into the tiles, scraping her head against it, causing a deep cut.
When she turned off the water, she looked down and saw blood dripping down her shoulders and chest.
Always one to get queasy and even faint at the sight of blood, she sat down on the custom-made shower bench and leaned against the shower wall.
She felt light headed at having seen her blood.
I had by now showered, dressed and was waiting in the hallway for Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
I thought I heard a sound but when I stopped and listened, it was quiet.
“Must be the radio,” I chuckled to myself.
However, a minute later, I heard what sounded like objects hitting a wall, as if someone was throwing things.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! It wasn’t a radio…Al Tåzīm Al Islām!”
I was confined into Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s room.
Yet, now could hear her moaning from the bathroom.
When I saw her sitting in the shower, semi propped up against the wall, her head dripping blood…I was gravely concerned suddenly.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God! Al Tåzīm Al Islām, are you okay? Oh, Al Tåzīm Al Islām!”
I picked up her naked extremely beautiful young Musalmān body, carrying her to her bed and laid her down.
I went to her dresser, grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, concernedly dressing her.
I picked her up again, and carried her downstairs.
I scooped up my keys and wallet off the kitchen table and carried Al Tåzīm Al Islām out to the car.
I got her settled in, then drove to the ER of our local hospital.
Seeing the blood coming from Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s head as soon as I walked into the ER carrying her, a Lady Doctor working at the front desk immediately escorted us back to a room in the ER.
When they asked me to step out after Al Tåzīm Al Islām was in the hospital bed, I came unhinged.
“The hell I will. This is my daughter and I brought her here, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to push me out. My place is with her…she’s very very much important to me in my world…got it?”
“No problem sir, you can stay.”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām turned to me and lifted up her hand for me to hold it. As I held her hand, rubbing my thumb on the back of her hand, she looked up at me,
“My head hurts so bad. Can we give me an aspirin?”
The Lady Doctor heard her and replied,
“We can’t give you anything yet. Let me ask you a few questions then we’ll get you a shot for the pain, sweetie.”
She did give her a shot for pain, and soon got the cut sewn up.
“No permanent injury,” the doctor said, “but she’ll have a headache for a day or two, she had a nasty cut. The shot we gave her will make her sleep for a few hours. Here’s a prescription for some pills that will help with her headaches, and another prescription for an ointment that needs to be applied three times a day to the wound; it will help keep out infection as it heals. You’ll need to follow up with your family doctor in about one week, and I can assess how she’s progressing at that time.”
I refused to put Al Tåzīm Al Islām in a wheelchair as we were leaving; I was carrying Al Tåzīm Al Islām, simple as that.
“Durgesh?” Al Tåzīm Al Islām said groggily on our way home, “Will you get me a milkshake…sounds so good.”
I laughed, thinking the pain shot we gave her was making her a little loopy, but, what the hell,
After getting the chocolate milkshake, I tried to hold it with one hand, so Al Tåzīm Al Islām could drink it, and drive with my other hand.
When we arrived at home, once again scooping her up in my arms, I looked down and noticed that between the deep V-neck of her white t-shirt, she had spilt several drops of the chocolate shake, on the top of her boobs.
I leaned my head down to lick them up when I caught myself.
“What the hell am I doing?”
I chastised myself as I carried Al Tåzīm Al Islām inside the house, now in a deep sleep.
Not willing to leave her alone, I carried her into my home office, laid her down on my imported, Italian-leather suede sofa and covered her up with a blanket.
As I worked at my desk for the next few hours, I began to think I was actually watching her more than I was watching the jet-engine blueprints I was working on.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said to myself. “Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s out cold from medication, she’s got stitches in her head from a cut, and I’m not right because she’s over there, and I’m over here…I’m not paying proper attention she needs now.”
I got up and went over to the couch.
I gently lifted Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s head and sat down, now placing her head and pillow in my lap.
She didn’t wake up, but seemed to feel my presence in her sleep.
She sighed and turned on her side, nuzzling her face in my abdomen, and continued to sleep.
I draped one arm across her stomach and placed my other hand on the top of her head, combing her hair back from off her face with my fingers.
I leaned my own head back against the couch and within a couple of minutes, I myself drifted off to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long I slept, but I woke up when I felt Al Tåzīm Al Islām starting to become restless.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām, you okay, honey?”
“Durgesh?” she flickered her eyes a few times before they slowly started opening.
When she saw my face smiling down at her, she smiled broadly at me.
“Hi sweetie,” I said, kissing Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s forehead.
“Hey, Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for staying with me.”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām puckered her lips for me to kiss her.
As I’d done a thousand times before, I gave her a fatherly peck on her lips.
Although this time, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s arms went around my neck and she gently held me in place when I leaned my head down.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām lingered her warm, soft, lips, on mine, lightly brushing them over the surface before pressing her lips firmly against mine.
Instinctively, I pulled back, shocked out of my mind.
“Durgesh.” There was something in the way she said that word that went directly to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It wasn’t a voice of a daughter or even a stepdaughter at all.
It was definitely the voice of a duly married wife to me, immensely in sexual love with me.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām told me everything in the syllables of that name.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Al Tåzīm Al Islām!
My duly married immensely loving wife?
I had never even imagined of it.
Nevertheless, that was Al Tåzīm Al Islām in her heart and mind absolutely.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!*
For a moment, I allowed myself to become, emotionally washed away, in Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s touch and kiss.
Her tongue sweetly parted my lips and within seconds we were kissing as passionately as I had ever kissed before in my life.
I couldn’t remember a time recently I’d ever felt such passion, such devotion, such total giving of a woman to me.
But then the other reality came crashing down on me.
“Stop, honey. We can’t kiss like that, Al Tåzīm Al Islām.” I reached up and gently removed Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s arms from around my neck.
“Honey, it was the medication you’re on. Go back to sleep.” My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, ever dreamed by almost entire womankind, was nevertheless rock hard.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s mouth was absolutely amazing!
“Hell…that’s Al Tåzīm Al Islām for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I thought to myself.
“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Tåzīm Al Islām pouted.
“Honey, I love you, too. But we can’t kiss like that.” I traced Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s face with my fingertips.
“Mmmm…it feels good, Durgesh.”
“Just relax and go back to sleep, Al Tåzīm Al Islām.”
“Kiss me again, Durgesh…please.”
“No, honey. It’s better for you to rest right now.” Everything inside me was at war…my father’s love was battling with the romantic love, trying to convince me to simply open my mind and heart to her in a whole new way, and to love her.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām, now stop it. You’ll feel better later, just sleep now.”
“I’m awake now, Durgesh. And I’ll feel better when you kiss me.” Al Tåzīm Al Islām was one that had never argued with me.
Her temperament was always so sweet and easy going; we had only had a few disagreements in 23 years.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām! That’s enough, honey. Now stop.”
“I’ll go to sleep if you kiss me.”
This time, Al Tåzīm Al Islām delicately slid her soft hands underneath My pull-over shirt, and splayed her hands on my chest, running her fingertips over there, just at the moment my lips made contact with hers.
She let out a soft, deep, moan.
My arm that was around Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s waist pulled her extremely beautiful young Musalmān body closer to me and my mouth started wanting to devour Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
Suddenly, I stopped,
“No! Al Tåzīm Al Islām, please, honey, we can’t!”
I gently lifted her head and pillow up from out of my lap, laying us back down on the couch as I stood up.
“I’ve got work to finish,” I was talking to Al Tåzīm Al Islām as I walked around my desk to sit down. “You go back to sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I was done talking; I started flipping through my latest blueprints, making notes over to the side, not once looking back over at Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
What Al Tåzīm Al Islām didn’t realize was that I had such a massive hard-on, I was doing my best to not only hide it, but also to will it to go down; feeling terribly uncomfortable for getting a boner from my sexual thoughts about Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām!
Al Tåzīm Al Islām looked sadly at me, but the medication was still making it too easy for her to sleep.
She softly whimpered.
Her feelings were a little hurt by my sudden and abrupt departure.
She rolled over on her side and stared at me, not able to hold her eyes open for long, and soon fell asleep.
I noticed her eyes finally close and her breathing changed into deep, slow breathes, indicating Al Tåzīm Al Islām was asleep.
I let out a deep sigh and flopped back into my tall, leather, desk chair.
“What the hell was that?” I said out loud to myself.
I stared at Al Tåzīm Al Islām thoughtfully.
“It’s got to be the medication,” I thoughtfully murmured.
I tried to get back to work, but I could only concentrate for about two whole seconds at a time.
I’d look over at Al Tåzīm Al Islām, who, in her V-neck, white t-shirt and no bra, her full ‘C-cup-bordering-on-D-cup-tits, look so supple and soft.
They seemed to call out to me to touch the milky-soft, pink skin.
I was mesmerized by their natural Musalmān beauty.
I ached to squeeze them, to feel the delicate Musalmān softness.
Control yourself, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made you habitual of having sex with Jet Musalmān Beauties, most of the time.
Never forget it, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it deliberately with a definite purpose.
To establish her ever dreamed Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
That’s what Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar has utmost successfully done once.
He compelled Musalmīn to marry their ardent Musalmān womankind with the Hindu mankind.
His son, Jahāngīr, did the same.
Shāhjahān did the same.
It ran for three generations nonstop.
Yet, what happened after that?
Didn’t it made possible the rise of Aurangzeb?
Wasn’t Darashikoh killed because he wanted to continue the same Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is obsessed to establish?
Do you want the rise of another Aurangzeb?
Try to come out of the conspiracy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her bandit horny Musalmān queens.
How a born Hindu is always a better husband for a born Muslimah, than a born Musalmān husband is?
It’s Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her bandit horny Musalmān queens’ Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’s political strategy only.
Moreover, that’s too is dangerous in long term.
If you really want to protect innocent Darashikohs from Aurangzebs, prevent it right now.
Yes, Akbar was a great human being.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean everything he has done is correct.
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Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan could not believe her own Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, had conspired with Durgesh, against her.
She still couldn’t believe it.
Was Utopian Idealism itself too too powerful that it can turn her own real Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan, against her?
She couldn’t believe it.
How the hell can both Durgesh and her Abbū, two utmost brilliant persons she had known ever, can be obsessed to their ever Utopian Idealism to even this extent?
Why are both of them too adamant to understand that Pseudo Musalmīn are not evolved to intrinsic humanity even?
It’s not against humanity to humiliate and cuckold them openly.
‘Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.”
‘Bear this woman to a man that does good deeds.’
‘Good women for good men, bad women for bad men.’
Is a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman bad?
If not, and certainly not, how a true Musalmān can bear that she would be married to a Pseudo Musalmān, a munāfiq?
Isn’t it a ridicule, a mockery of her Īmān that she would be married to a munāfiq, instead of a man that’s not a polytheist, al mushrik?
‘Wa lā tunkiħū al mushrikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And do not marry polytheist men, until they bring Īmān.’
̶ Al Qur’an Al Karīm: 2|221*
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab walked past an extremely beautiful girl that wore Arabian dress.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was controlling herself yet her eyes showed just a trace of panic.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab admonished herself.
Durgesh was more intelligent than her Aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was.
Why worry then?
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā could not go beyond Durgesh.
After her husband, Al Zahīr Al Muħammad, charged her that Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā was having an affair with Durgesh, he almost separated himself from her.
The girl in Arabian dress closed the door.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab selected the ultramodern, high backed, black leather chair.
She sat down on it, crossed her legs, pulled her skirt down over her knees, and sat facing the door.
Durgesh hasn’t come yet.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said Durgesh was fucking her Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab had seven real sisters of her father.
Being all of too beautiful to ignore, it wasn’t any surprise to Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, that Durgesh fucked all of her seven extremely beautiful Buās.
Every one of her seven Buās, had her own separate business.
Most of Musalmān Beauties that were Durgesh’s Live in relationship partners had their own separate business.
There wasn’t anything new.
Even then her youngest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, was the most successful of them.
The only trouble was, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, didn’t like Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s ever irresponsible lifestyle.
Yes, her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a multimillionaire.
But her Buās were billionaires already.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab’s Kħālās were even more beautiful than her Buās.
But they were not as smart as her Buās were.
They didn’t actually hate Durgesh, but they never approved of Durgesh’s Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire even.
“Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah is the natural step for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to be taken.” Her youngest Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, had commented, “I can’t believe Imām Muħammad Ħasan could not anticipate it.”
The door opened and I entered there.
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā can satisfy you more than even I can. Isn’t it?” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab cooed.
“Sorry, I kept you waiting. But why couldn’t you meet me there? Al Jalāl Al Tayyab knows of our mutual relationship. She never objected.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā has other things in me to object.”
“Al Jalāl Al Tayyab loves you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
“Start fucking me, and keep it on until we stop discussing what I have to discuss with you of my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. You have come here after fucking her. You can’t forget favoring her until you don’t feel your Uncut Hindu Lund deepest into some other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed herself.
When she noticed that I wasn’t undressing myself even then, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab undressed me too despite my more than obvious disinclination.
She smiled when she observed my immense erection despite my deliberate noncooperation.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab went on her knees, pulled me behind her, positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her immensely gorgeous and glamorous twenty eight years old, young Musalmān bottom on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My sixty four years old, immensely experienced Uncut Hindu Prick entered her immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Why didn’t you meet me there in your own mansion?” I asked her, fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab vehemently, picking the momentum gradually.
“That’s not my mansion, you know.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said gravely, “I only live with my youngest, yet shrewdest Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. It’s her mansion, not mine.”
I didn’t argue with Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
It was useless.
Even at her twenty eight, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, was a rotten young woman.
I knew her now for ten long years.
I was fifty four when she raped me on her eighteenth birthday.
Her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was alive then.
He was dumbfounded when he himself saw his Just Eighteen Just Adult immeasurably irresponsible daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, raping me.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was shameful somewhat.
“I never knew, Bhāījān, that she always watched us when Durgesh and I made love to each other.”
Al Tayyab Al Muħammad was immensely grave.
“It’s alright, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Al Hilāl Al Tayyab is not a normal girl. She caught even her Ammī, your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab was startled.
“Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh?”
“Yes,” Al Tayyab Al Muħammad said, “Your Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had also seen you when Durgesh was making love to you. She was obsessed with that. You were crazy when Durgesh was making love to you, asking Durgesh to give it to you more and more wildly. You should be more careful when you make love with Durgesh.”
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab smiled cunningly.
She never told her Bhāījān, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, that she deliberately did it when her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, watched us.
Her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, had ridiculed Al Jalāl Al Tayyab that she has sex with a Hindu.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab wanted her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, raping Durgesh, so that she could ridicule her Bhābhījān, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, too.*
Despite having me inside her since ten years, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was still not habitual of my Uncut Hindu Cock perfectly.
It grew into her Musalmān Cunt with its every penetration more and more longer, more and more thicker, more and more stronger and more and more powerful.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab always felt something new in its penetrations.
She was not even habitual of my bigness.
It was not actually the bigness of my age or fat.
It was the bigness of my immense power and strength.
My eyes were steady and patient, turned naughty and impish frequently when I fucked her, her Buās and even her Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār.
I was grave only when dealing with the males.
In the presence of fair sex, I was always naughty, impish and dominant ever.
That was why I always attracted female attention to the extent that the females fell for me usually, invariably dreaming of me as their own intimate well-wisher.
Despite I was fucking her now, her dark eyes remained fastened on my ever young ever handsome ever masculine face.
“I need your services as my attorney.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “I want to find out about a will.”
“Yes.” I smiled at her penetrating her more vigorously.
“I want to know about a trust provision actually.”
“In this yacht?”
“What’s wrong if we are in a yacht now?”
“Well, nothing if you can’t wait.”
“I can’t wait.”
“It’s my father’s will. You know I’m his only daughter he remembered in his will. His other daughters were already married and given their share in his property.”
“There’s a lot of money coming to me under that will, something over a hundred million dollars.”
“I need your support,”
“Abbū didn’t leave the money to me outright,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “He left it in a trust.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab looked at me scrutinizing me.
“My youngest aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is the trustee.”
“Oh, I didn’t know it. She never told me, neither you yourself did it ever before.”
“I never thought it necessary before. There’s a provision in the will that if I marry ever anyone except you, feeling my Live in relationship with you is not enough for me anymore, my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has the right, at her option, to give me ten thousand dollars from the trust fund, and to turn the balance, around ninety thousand dollars to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?” I smiled ironically, “She managed it with numerous Musalmān multimillionaires, surprisingly successfully. I didn’t know she managed it with your Abbū too.”
“My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, advised me to talk with you. You hate to cuckold anyone.”
I pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund out of her Musalmān Cunt until only its head was inside her.
“Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, yeah?”
“I know. My Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, has always criticized you. But she loves me immensely. She praised you, however in this matter. You are not against Musalmīn as your Practical Chief Wife, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, is.”
“Thank Your Kħālā, Al Saåīdah Al Wājid, for at least acknowledging one of my attributes. Your other Kħālās never did even that.”
“I am sorry. They are heavily prejudiced against you.”
“It’s alright,” I said pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back into her Musalmān Cunt deepest, “I think your Abbū expired somewhat two years ago, didn’t he?”
“That’s right. My Ammī, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, started living in relationship with you since,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab winked at me, “how the hell can you forget?”
I laughed fucking Al Hilāl Al Tayyab more vigorously.
“Under the will,” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said, “my aunt, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, controls the trust moneys. She can invest them any way she wants, and she can give me whatever money she thinks I should have. When I am thirty and still Live in relationship with you, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, has to give me the principal if she thinks that the possession of such a large sum of money won’t spoil my life. Otherwise, she’s to buy me an annuity of ten thousand dollars a month for life, and give the balance to Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab gravely.
“Rather an unusual trust provision,” I said, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan really does miracles when she wants,”
“You knew my Abbū. He himself was rather an unusual man, and was just a little bit wild.”
“All right. What’s the trouble?”
I never said her Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, was a practical man.
He understood his youngest daughter, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab, perfectly.
Al Jalāl Al Tayyab shared his understanding, even more than his wife, Al Quddūs Al Nisār, did.
“My cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb is facing a peculiar charge.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab said.
“His wife, Al Navīdah Al Ghaus, has separated from him charging him that he can’t father a child. Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wants children. Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb requested me to marry him and let our son bear his name.”
I smiled ironically.
“So that he can prove Al Navīdah Al Ghaus wrong?”
“Sure, why not?”
“You want to marry Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, even after your ten long years of ever happy Live in relationship with me?”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab smiled.
“Well, it’s not exactly a Live in relationship with you. I never lived with you. You never lived with me. I always lived with my Abbū, instead. Moreover, even after my Abbū’s death, I am living with my youngest paternal aunt, my Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab. Isn’t it?”
“Sure, yet your youngest paternal aunt, your Buā, Al Jalāl Al Tayyab, is herself my Live in relationship partner now openly. Isn’t she?” I smiled myself too, patiently.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab increased the pace of her back and forth motions of her glorious nude pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young bottom.
I myself wanted to fuck her now more wildly.
Yet, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab never had any patience whatsoever.
She always surrendered to her almost every desire whatsoever.
It was a miracle she was a PhD.*
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at me gravely.
“I haven’t another option, Durgesh.”
I looked at Muħammad, Al Kħadījah Al Aslam’s husband.
“You could never make love to your wife?”
“Never.” Muħammad said gravely, “I think basically I am a woman in an ostensibly male body.”
Al Kħadījah Al Aslam looked at Muħammad disapprovingly.
“That’s the problem with Muħammad. He never grew a moustache, he never grew a beard. His body is even an almost feminine body.”
“What do you mean?”
“He has female breasts.”
“That’s right. Yet, he has a cut Musalmān nūnī.”
“The entire medical specialists say Muħammad, my husband, can never make love to a woman.”
“But I noticed his cut Musalmān nūnī stirred always whenever I told him about our premarital sex.”*
Muħammad could not forget.
He should not have surrendered to his Ammī’s wishes ever.
“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had thirteen wives simultaneously, Muħammad.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said.
Muħammad smiled painfully.
“Only because you named me after the ever great name of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, you think I can do everything that Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam could? Ammī, you are an utmost successful psychiatrist yourself, yet…”
“I am an utmost successful psychiatrist myself, that’s why I am telling you, you are curable, my son.” His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah had said patiently.
“Isn’t it a fact, Ammī, that you were adamant to make me a qualified doctor so that I can understand my physical problem?”
“You are correct.”
“I am a qualified doctor now, Ammī. Yet, I don’t agree with you. I am basically a female in a masculine body, that’s not actually masculine even fully.”
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, controlled herself.
She could not understand how she could explain to him that until and unless he doesn’t stop believing that he is basically a female in a masculine body, he can’t become a male entirely.
Muħammad was her only son.
Despite her constant care to dress him and behave carefully with him as if he was entirely a man with no femininity at all in him, his Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, could not stop him from wearing female dresses when she wasn’t with him.
She could not stop Muħammad, her only son, from deliberately developing a female psychology and a female psychosis consequently.
It helped Muħammad in developing his female breasts.
Despite her constant operations the female breasts, Muħammad had, kept developing every time.
The surgeons had ultimately told her Muħammad himself wanted female breasts, female buttocks and even female genital organ.
It was a miracle for the surgeons Muħammad developed a nūnī despite their entire adverse suspicions.
His Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah, never knew, Muħammad asked in his duåās, his religious prayers, female genital organ, instead of the ever worthless cut Musalmān nūnī he had.
He wanted an operation to have it.
But no surgeon wanted to antagonize Muħammad’s Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah.
She was utmost resourceful and utmost powerful therefore.
She could destroy the surgeons forever if they operated on Muħammad to the effect.*
I looked at Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.
“If you really want to oblige your cousin, Al Bilāl Al Ħabīb, I’d never stop you, Al Hilāl Al Tayyab.”
Her face lit up.
She kissed me immense delightedly.
“That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you so much. You are never as possessive as the Musalmīn and even the other Hindus etcetera are.”
“I believe in personal freedom and Democracy. I believe if you don’t want to live with me anymore, you have perfect and absolute right to do so.”
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab kissed me again, now gratefully.
“I know, Durgesh darling. That’s why we ultramodern Musalmān Beauties love you more than anyone else. You are extraordinary lenient with your women.”
“The problem is Al Jalāl Al Tayyab Buā isn’t as lenient as you are.”
“I know. But she is bound to do what her brother, your Abbū, Al Tayyab Al Muħammad, wanted from her to do as a trustee.”
“I understand that conditions in a will that prevent a person from marrying can be set aside.” Al Hilāl Al Tayyab pushed her ever glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bottom once more back, swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Penis into her ever bright ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and squeezed it more contracting her vaginal muscles.
I knew she actually bribed me giving this particular pleasure.
Yet, it wasn’t worthwhile to argue with her.
There are some persons who never understand.
Most of them not even try to.
They are always adamant to let the chips fall on their own insistent manner.
Al Hilāl Al Tayyab was too one of them.
Why otherwise her Abbū needed to create a trust, instead of making her beneficiary directly?
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I had enjoyed fucking all of my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī’s pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girlfriends but I was beginning to think my son, Nādirshāh Durrānī, had given up with girls.
What I didn’t realize was that Nādirshāh Durrānī was seeing the gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, although he was not getting any sex.
I sat in the office and contemplated calling Sāliħah Naåīmuddīn Shāh Durrānī as my Uncut Hindu Lund was stretching down my trouser leg.
I needed some action.
My secretary then called through to inform me that Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had arrived and insisted he had to have an urgent meeting with me.
I knew what this was about.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested £5 million in a company which had recently failed.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad had invested all his savings in the company as well.
I had found out about the failure a week before it happened, because I was screwing the civil servant who was in the know.
I sold my investment for a profit whilst watching Al Waħīd Al Muħammad lose everything.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad stormed through the door.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was a huge fat Pseudo Musalmīn in his thirties with a red face which looked like it was about to burst:
“I am going to have you arrested for insider dealing, I have just found out that you discovered from that civil servant what was going to happen and that is why you sold your shares. You’re finished!” he shouted.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, then walked in behind her fat Musalmān husband.
She was a Musalmān red head who stood around 5 foot 10 tall and wore a short skirt showing her stocking clad long legs and a low cut top showing her oversized Musalmān tits to their maximum effect.
I smiled at her.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad continued his shouting:
“If you don’t pay me £1 million today I will finish you.”
I sat quietly and considered my options.
I was in problem because I had clearly been benefiting myself from inside information but I could easily afford the £1 million.
Yet, that would mean this fat man had beaten me and I couldn’t accept that.
I decided to go on the offensive:
“How does a fat man like you get an extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife like that?” I asked calmly.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, blushed but her husband was outraged and his face went a deeper shade of red.
“If you leave now, I won’t tell your wife ‘never to have sex with you again’, now get out!”
“Who do you think you are?” screamed Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.
I decided to take a huge risk.
I silently unzipped my trousers and let the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock spring above the level of the desk.
There was silence in the room as both the Al Waħīds stared in incredulity as my huge Uncut Hindu Cock head appeared above the desk.
“Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, how big is your husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī ?” I asked.
“Um, er, I don’t know. Five or 6 inches long I guess,” she replied.
“About this big then?” said I, allowing 6 inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock to appear above the desk.
“Nowhere near that size, not that thick but that long,” she said quietly, her eyes transfixed on my ever incredible Uncut Hindu Cock.
“It won’t be this big then,” I said pressing another 3 inches above the level of the desk.
I turned to Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said,
“You dare to threaten me. I will take everything you value.”
As I said it, another three inches of my thick Uncut Hindu Cock appeared above the desk and Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, mouthed:
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it’s huge.”
“That’s right, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad.” I smiled.
She smiled too at me.
“Well, Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, suck on this in front on your ever incompetent Musalmān husband, please,” I said allowing the full to come into view.
“Don’t you dare Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, and you are a freak and a pervert,” said Al Waħīd Al Muħammad sinking into the nearest chair and looking terrible.
Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, hesitated.
I started wanking my Uncut Hindu Lund in my hand, staring at her Musalmān tits:
“He is right of course, but please Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, it is him or Durgesh. You can’t have both. Just look at the fat shit.”
She moved forward quickly, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund with both hands and started licking it.
I smiled and steered my Uncut Hindu Cock into her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
I grabbed the back of her head and thrust my huge Hindu weapon down her Musalmān throat.
I looked across at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad who seemed to be having trouble breathing.
I fucked her head remorselessly and groped her huge firm Musalmān tits.
I looked at Al Waħīd Al Muħammad and said:
“You made a mistake today. I win your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, fat Musalmān boy.”
With that, I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her intensely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth and grabbing her huge Musalmān tits I slid it through her deep Musalmān cleavage.
My Uncut Hindu Cock flared and grew even thicker.
I felt my balls tighten and I blasted my Hindu cum into her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth.
Shots of my Hindu cum flew into her Musalmān mouth and onto the floor yards away but after 20 seconds her mouth was filled with my Hindu cum.
I fucked her Musalmān tits and as I grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock I slowed the flow of cum.
It came out as a thick steady river of viscous cum rather the initial blasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding slickly through a couple of inches in the Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad’s huge Musalmān tits.
“Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, I am going to fuck your wife now,” said I.
“No please, I have a pain in my side, help,” he responded clutching his heart.
“I will leave it up to your wife. Al Tāhirah Al Qaisar, Mrs. Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, do you want me to fuck you or do you want to help your fat ever incompetent Musalmān husband.”
“Oh Durgesh, fuck me with it, it’s fantastic. I need it. I married Al Waħīd Al Muħammad for his money, but he has lost even it, all.”
“You Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bitch!” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said quietly as he slumped forward.
My hands reached above her stockings to her firm creamy Musalmān thighs and firm Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Cock which still had plenty of cum to offer pressed past her thong and she grunted as I hit my mark.
Within seconds, my 12 inches were ploughing into her and my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to cum.
A minute later we looked across and saw the fat Musalmān man, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, slumped on the floor.
“You are a bad man, Durgesh. Please fuck me again and then we better call an ambulance. I think he is dead already. So there is no way I am ever missing out on another fuck from your Hindu monster. I have it all planned out already, sorry. You haven’t done anything you think you did. I used you for my own benefits. Allah, don’t think we extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies can’t use you. We invariably do. I get the insurance money and your Uncut Hindu Cock – I knew it was a good decision to get these Musalmān tits done and to marry a rich fat idiot Musalmān with a serious heart condition.”
She laughed and lowered herself back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.*
Despite my immense surprise, I looked at Ålī Abī Tālib gravely and sophisticatedly.
It was not easy for me, yet I had to do it.
I was the Sun of the family after all:
Satyénottabhitā bhūmih sūryéñottabhitā dyauh,
R’ténādityāstishŧhanti divi somo adhi shritah.
I had to burn myself infinitely to protect my family.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam himself had to do it.
He had to marry his so called Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh, who was married earlier to his adopted son, Zayd Ibn Ħārisah.
I had to follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam in this matter too, once again.
There wasn’t another option.
Ålī Abī Tālib was sitting impassively in his chair, watching me.
I was grave; perhaps with a touch of impasse, but certainly in surprise and shock.
Did my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib, just ask me to take Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as my lover, I asked myself.
I paced around the room trying to get my head around this weird conversation it was incredulous more like a dream than reality.
“I could not do that Ålī Abī Tālib, you know I can’t. she is my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, for Eīshān, it’s immoral as well. It would be incest.” I stressed. “Anyhow Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, might baulk at the idea of her Hindu father in law fucking her.” I ranted on not knowing what to say.
She was a gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, no doubt about that, I thought, but I had never entertained thoughts like that before.
“Sit down, Dad,” Ålī Abī Tālib requested me gravely himself.
I sat back down and looked at him.
“Before you judge me hear me out. I know that you love her already and that she trusts and loves you as well; it’s just because of your love of the family.” Ålī Abī Tālib said.
I was listening to him silently.
My silent response to Ålī Abī Tālib was still hostile.
He continued pleading with me,
“I know that you would certainly be discreet and I know your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, will love it once she has considered it and weighed all the options, being cared for and loved by a man who she knows already loves her. She would see the romance in her ever handsome ever young ever energetic ever athletic ever sexiest Hindu father in law coming to her in her time of crisis.”
I still watched Ålī Abī Tālib gravely without any response whatsoever.
Ålī Abī Tālib was too silent for a second now, then he said quietly.
“Especially once you have made her yours and taken control of her and her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.”
I was amazed and could not believe we were having this conversation.
Ålī Abī Tālib went on to say.
“She would still be my wife and I know we would still love each other, only in a different way. I would accept that she would be your woman and if you treat her the way I have suggested, she will never refuse you. As you can see she has a great incredibly stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body but so have you, and I know your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, better. Don’t I? She is my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, after all.”
“You have the ever youthful ever incredible Hindu energy to please her and the personality to take charge of her; it is the perfect solution. We would, sort of share her, with you being the major shareholder, believe me you will make me very happy and I promise you that she will be extremely happy as well.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me seriously,
“It may even save the marriage. I do not think she would leave me, but you never know what she might do as she grows more desperate.”
With a tinge of sadness in his voice Ålī Abī Tālib said,
“It has been about many months since we had proper sex and she is already getting nervy and irritable. Please, Dad, just think about it.”
Ålī Abī Tālib asked it in his pleading voice.
“If you do this for us, it would always need to be our secret, it would always stay within these walls, nobody would ever need to find out.”
“What or where would you be in all of this?” I asked pointedly, ultimately breaking my silence finally.
“I would be a part of a truly loving family, more loving than most in fact. I would be just as I am now only happier, knowing that Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad is happily fulfilled and that my ‘father’ is taking care of her.” Ålī Abī Tālib answered seriously.
I was starting to settle down now and was thinking straight again.
“Ålī Abī Tālib, this is very important. Tell me how would you feel about me fucking my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, your wife? Are you sure that you could cope with that?”
Then with concern in my voice I said. “You could get very jealous. It will be a very emotional time for you both, I do not want to cause any pain to either of you.”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked seriously at me and replied.
“Thank you for showing the concern. Of course, I would be mad with envy and jealousy, if it was anybody else but you. I think and I hope that I have considered all the problems and possible scenarios.”
“You are the only man I could ever trust to treat her right, believe me, Dad, when I say that your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, needs you, believe me, please. She is as hypr sexual as you are. I am not her perfect match. Only you are her perfect match, Dad. Please, try to understand my problem. Only you can help us now to save our marriage, no one else. Even Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married his Bahū Bégam, Ħazrat Zaynab Bint Jaħsh. Didn’t he?”
Ålī Abī Tālib looked at me.
His eyes seemed to be trying to read my mind for an answer.
“Once you have taken her, and dominated her, you may at times need to tell me to do things, sort of order me about and speak to me in ways that you would not dream of now, this would impress upon her that you are now in control and that she is now your woman, not mine any more.”
“It will be necessary at times and I know I will be her and your cuckold.”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment.
“I know you hate cuckolding even the worst Musalmān terrorists. But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Bājī is compelling you to cuckold them under her utmost humane Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement.”
“Ålī Abī Tālib,”
“Dad, there isn’t another option, try to understand me, please!”
Ålī Abī Tālib paused for a moment again then again continued.
“I also know neither of you will be cruel to me ever. I will not be offended or hurt, I promise, I just want her happiness. I do not want to lose her, but I am happy to surrender her and all my rights to you, in order to make her happy.”
He paused and appeared deep in thought.
“I have given this lots and lots of thought, Dad, and it is what I would really like, it would solve our dilemma nicely.” He whispered.
I was sitting back in the chair still recovering from the shock and thinking about what Ålī Abī Tālib had asked me to do.
The more I thought about it the more I could see Ålī Abī Tālib’s point of view.
We, the family including Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, I suspect certainly didn’t want her to get a bad name, but if she is as sex obsessed as Ålī Abī Tālib has suggested, the poor woman needs someone to cater for her utmost necessary sexual needs, I could see what he was saying and could understand where he thought there may be a problem.
However her being my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, still gave me serious doubts about me being able to fuck her to her ultimate satisfaction and the success of Ålī Abī Tālibs idea may then be in the balance.
But I could also see why he thinks it would solve his problem and Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s problem, I guess.
“Have you spoken about this with Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife?” I asked gravely, ultimately.
He shook his head,
“No, I wanted to approach you first and see what you think, I didn’t want to raise her hopes.”
He leaned forward in his chair.
“You do see my problem and I hope understand my thinking. It will still be in the family, her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and her desires will be yours, solely yours for your pleasure and more importantly hers.” Then he said sadly, “I would still like the occasional intimate moments with her though.
“Look, Ålī Abī Tālib, can’t you try another doctor or some alternative therapy, there must be another way.” I urged.
He smiled weakly at me,
“I knew you are an utmost excellent Dad and would do all you could to try to talk me out of it. The truth is however that I have had a second opinion and tried alternative medicine, but things were just the same.”
“Believe me,” he stressed, “I tried everything I could before taking this course of action. You may be a last resort for me, Dad, but you are the best option by far. I love and trust you. I would not have asked you to do this for us if I thought otherwise.”
I was feeling sorry for Ålī Abī Tālib.
I knew that this was extremely hard for him; it would be for any man.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ålī Abī Tālib, I don’t know what to say, it’s a bit of a shock, but we must consider Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad too, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s feelings first and foremost. We can’t just dole out her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and emotions like this, she may be totally disgusted at the thought of me,” I paused with gravity, dignity and sophisticated concern, “well, you know,” I said.
Ålī Abī Tālib chuckled at my concern.
“You are right, Dad, but I know her well, eventually she will see you as the answer to a prayer, her Hindu father in law who loves her and would be the epitome of discretion she could let herself go with confidence.”
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“She may, well, come around to the idea given time and temptation, you know the sort of thing letting her accidentally on purpose see you naked, letting her see you with a hard on. Even maybe let her see you fucking our Ammīs, Kħālās, Buās, Mumānīs, Chachīsetcetera, at a time that you know she will catch you, just tease her in any way you can.”
Ålī Abī Tālib went on enthusiastically,
“Dad. you can even get a little more touchy and feely with her, sort of put yourself in the shop window, and then when she has seen you enough like that I am sure she will start getting hotter for you.”
“We can then, or I can if you prefer tell her of my plans for her happiness.”
I started to think of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, in ways I never had before and in truth should not even now.
However, I had often enough ogled beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her age and on the odd time even tried to chat them up and in truth; my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, was better looking than most of those beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“I am still not sure Ålī Abī Tālib, I would be pleased to help, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, is gorgeous and I would normally take an offer like this with open arms, but, well you know, it’s Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, your ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.” I tried to explain.
“I do understand your problem, Dad, honest I do,” Ålī Abī Tālib replied. “But that makes it all so perfect, she loves you already, just not on that physical level yet, but she will, I assure you.” He promised.
“Dad,” he went on quietly, “Often I let your daughter in law, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, go up to bed before me so that she can satisfy herself, I think she gets a little shy about it and does not want me to know that she masturbates so often, I think she feels it would be bad for my ego and do me even more harm.”
He nodded towards the bedroom upstairs,
“I left the door slightly open tonight, go upstairs very quietly, and look through the gap, the dressing table mirror will give you a bird’s eye view of the bed. Go and see what I mean about her needs, just see how beautiful she is naked, check her out, Dad, but Lillāh, for Gods sake, don’t let her hear you.”
I could not believe that Ålī Abī Tālib was inviting me to spy on my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, Ålī Abī Tālib’s ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as she used a dildo on herself.
It was a totally weird conversation.
“Go on, Dad, go and see what I mean.” Ålī Abī Tālib encouraged me.
I stood slowly up, nodded at him kicked my shoes off and walked very silently upstairs.*
Ålī Abī Tālib had sold his wife to me now to such an extent successfully that now even I could not resist the opportunity any longer to see her like that.
I made my way to the bedroom door, which as Ålī Abī Tālib had said was open a few inches.
I peered cautiously into the room and there reflected in the mirror was my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law, knees raised and spread wide.
She was furiously fucking herself with a large dildo.
It was moving easily in and out of her ever religious ever sophisticated immensely educated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her eyes were clamped shut and she was pushing up on her feet raising herself up to meet its thrusts.
She was moaning quietly.
Her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body looked fabulous with the light film of perspiration making it shine in the light.
she had a utmost perfect figure, and her twenty eight years old,young Musalmān tits were not over large, just beautiful.
My ever sensitive Uncut Hindu Lund stiffened quickly as I watched her and for the first time I was having sexual thought of my Bahū Bégam, my daughter in law.
I stayed and watched for a while as she unknowingly displayed her incredibly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body for me.
I walked quietly downstairs and back to the living room.
Ålī Abī Tālib was all smiles,
“Well, Dad, thank you very much. I can see that you saw her and that you liked it,” he said with a grin nodding towards my tenting trousers.
I was immensely grave now.
“Oh sorry, Ålī Abī Tālib” I smiled gravely sophisticatedly.
“Dad, you never need to apologise. It’s your duty to us being our family head, to solve our problems in the ever best way you can do it. You are only obliging us by attending your duty even if it is unpleasant to you.” Ålī Abī Tālib smiled, “It’s what I was hoping would happen. It means you find her attractive in ways you never did before, and that this plan has a chance of working.”
Then with some shyness he said,
“It looks like you have a reasonable package there, may I ask you how big you are?”
Now it was my turn to be cautious.
“About seven and a half or eight inches,” I replied quietly,
Ålī Abī Tālib grinned,
“Believe me, Dad, she will love it that’s such a good size, about an inch or so more than me.”
He opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled out an envelope.
“Well, what do you think, are you up for it?”
He looked at the package in his hands and was thoughtful,
“I don’t want to sound pushy or disrespectful to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, my ever religious, extremely beautiful, young, twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, but this really is important to me, and it will be to your Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad, when she is yours.”
I nodded at him and toasted him with my juice.
“You must be the most loving and caring husband there is, to think of her needs above your own, to put your pride to one side like you have and ask me to do this for you must have taken a lot of courage. Now I know why I love and respect you.”
I whispered it, however, not being used to giving such compliments to my Live in relationship partner, Fātimah Bint Asad’s son, Ålī Abī Tālib.
We hugged and shook hands.
It was an emotional moment.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the extent Ålī Abī Tālib trusted me!
There was only one potentiality.
Most of my Musalmān friends had sacrificed similarly for their beautiful yet sex obsessed Musalmān wives.
They were grateful to their immensely loving Musalmān husbands primarily, but gradually they started even disgracing and hating them, even in public.
They lost their respect even for their immensely loving Musalmān husbands.
They cuckolded them gradually ultimately even disgracing them to the extent to use them as our foot rest, our pedestals.
They even compelled their sacrificing Musalmān husbands to lick clean their Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān asses too, after I fucked them.
They had absolutely forgotten that it were their Musalmān husbands who pleaded with me to fuck them.
They were proud of their immense Musalmān beauty, gradually ultimately that won me for them forever.
They hated their Musalmān husbands’ importance to satisfy them sexually, whatsoever the hell the circumstances were.
What was the guarantee there, Ålī Abī Tālib would never get the same treatment from his ever hyper sexual Musalmān wife, my Bahū Bégam, Al Fātimah Assaiyadah Al Muħammad?
Ålī Abī Tālib was playing a dangerous game, potentially immensely detrimental to him, and he was not listening to my ever honest ever sincere warnings to him.
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