Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque,
“You are right, Doctor. It’s one thing to bear a good name and it’s quite another thing to live it up.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque looked at him cunningly,
“Are you trying to humiliate me? You?”
“Never.” Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled at Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque again, but sadly, this time, “I’m an old man—”
“You were not old when you married my daughter!” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque told him ironically.
“Well, being named Muħammad proudly, I thought I have a right to marry every beautiful Kħadījah, every beautiful Åāýéshah, every beautiful Ħafsah—”
“You tried to act Ħuzūrs. Alas, you failed miserably.”
“She was not horniest when she was in my house.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “It was you, Muħammad, who made her horniest. I’m imagining my 30 years old innocent daughter, sitting on the bike, behind that horniest Hindu Durgesh, and holding his Uncut Hindu Penis thinking it was a holder for her.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“We all do the same mistakes. I worked madly to establish my worldwide Economic Empire. Today, I own this tall glass building we are sitting wherein. How many other more similar glass buildings I own, I can’t remember off hand. I own 98% of the Fātimah Group of Companies housed in it, leaving 1% to Kħadījah and the another 1% to your unfaithful daughter Āyeshah Siddīqah.”
“She thinks she isn’t unfaithful to you.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque said curtly, “You never acted as her faithful husband.”
Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque watched his son in law contemptuously,
“I refuse to discuss my innocent måsūm daughter with you.”
“She is still my wife legally.”
“You hate me?”
“Because they all are horny sluts.”
“Sluts?” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque retorted contemptuously, “There was no one in their life before you. There is none in their life except Durgesh, after you lost your interest in their, even now, extremely beautiful Sunni Musalmān bodies. And you call them sluts? Great. Your father, Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq, must certainly be ashamed of you, Muħammad.”
Muħammad Åbdullah Ůmar Fārūq smiled,
“He is proud of me, Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque. The land around this glass building is more than a mile in three directions. Three thousand Musalmeen work here and the other thirty thousand Musalmeen who do not here, but elsewhere.”
“They are not proud of it.” Dr. Abū Bakr Siddīque laughed ironically, “If they hadn’t been working for you, their Musalmān wives were not sleeping with Durgesh or with other Hindus of HVS Groups of Companies and Business Enterprises.”
I drew Åāyeshah Siddīqah to one side.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houselady is intriguing to say the least ─ unless she is the type who’d have been in a brawl. Is she?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back in my nude male Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Prick vanished entirely into her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
“Definitely not, Mérī Jān!” Åāyeshah Siddīqah clinched her vaginal muscles around the entire length and thickness of my Uncut Hindu Penis, “She’s frightened to death. That’s what our Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service is for. I can’t quite make her out. Her voice is unusual─ almost as though it had been trained.”
“And you have put her in the law library?”
“Yes, she is waiting there. Durgesh, I think she is a typical Musalmān housewife beaten by her typical ever tyrant Musalmān husband.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah,” I said calmly fucking her, “Isn’t it true most of them claim it, but we found their Musalmān husbands right instead, after our thorough investigations?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed me on my lips.
“You know that’s not true. Most of them claim it and only some of them were found taking advantage of our generosity.”
“She has black shoes, no stockings, a fur coat. I caught a glimpse of something under the fur coat that I think maybe a black housecoat, or a robe of some sort. Moreover, I wouldn’t be too surprised if that was all she had on.”
“I see, a black eye nevertheless?”
“A black eye nevertheless.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, furiously, “Her ever tyrant Musalmān husband…”
“You hate Musalmān husbands, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t jump on conclusions, please.”
“She is an exquisite Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, yet…”
“Black eye, right or left?” I interrupted Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
Her hatred for Musalmān husbands was enormous.
She thought entire Musalmān husbands were tyrants and every Hindu husband was a Prince Charming for Musalmān Beauties.
It was not true.
Yet, Åāyeshah Siddīqah never accepted it.
There was no use of arguments with her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah was Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ultimate target too, to be established.
“Black eye? Right.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, “She has very light blonde hair, rather large eyies that are bluish green, and long lashes. She is very beautiful with proper make up and without the shiner. I think she is anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty ?”
“A Jet Musalmān Beauty .”
“What’s her name?”
“Al Tawħīd Al Islam.”
“She’s terribly excited and nervous. Everyone of them is terribly excited and nervous before they meet you. And once you fuck them they are so excellently marvelous that no one can ever believe they were so terribly excited and nervous before you fucked them.”
“They need love actually, Åāyeshah Siddīqah. I don’t actually fuck them. I actually inject them with my love injection.”
“How kind of you. How nice of you.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled squeezing my entire Uncut Hindu Prick in its entire length and thickness using her ever impish Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal muscles.
“I’d say Al Tawħīd Al Islam is pretty much unstrung.”
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Prick into Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt now gravely.
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are cruel to their Musalmān wives, Durgesh. They think they must be obeyed without any protest whatsoever.”
I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
“I’m not bluffing you.” She said, “Even my husband tried to hit me once. It was another matter that I was prepared for it. I dodged him and then taken him on my feet nonstop for almost half an hour.”
“Filthy bastard.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said scornfully, “I left him only when he put his head on my feet, kissed them and even licked them. I made its video. Now, he has agreed to be my pedestal whenever I want him to use as my footstool otherwise I’d send the video to his friends and colleagues.”
I kept smiling at Åāyeshah Siddīqah appreciatively.
“What about Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“She needs your services.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah grimaced, “Even I wasn’t as bold as I am now until you didn’t fuck me.”
“Nonsense, you mean my Uncut Hindu Prick injects boldness into your Musalmān Cunts?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at me.
“That’s what we Musalmān Beauties of your Sex Empire believe in.”
“Stop flattering, will you please? Was she really crying, tell me, darling?”
“I don’t think she has. She seems nervous and frightened. Yet, she isn’t doing any weeping. She is one of those rare Musalmān girls who would use their head in an emergency instead of resorting to tears and admit they are helpless before their ever cruel ever tyrant Musalmān husbands.”
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah.
It was useless to argue with her.
She was immensely biased against Musalmān husbands.
“Bring her in,” I said, “I’d see what we can do for her.”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam was a blonde young Musalmān Beauty.
She was some five feet three inches tall and weighed about one hundred and twelve pounds.
Her left hand clasped her coat, holding it tightly around her.
The discoloration of her right eye, even though it was only somewhat, contrasted oddly with her light blond hair that swept down in waves to her shoulders.
She wore no hat.
“Miss Al Tawħīd Al Islam?”
“Mrs.” She corrected me.
“Mrs.” I accepted the correction, “Won’t you be seated? Åāyeshah Siddīqah will remain there where she is now. If you have any objection…”
“I’m not in a position to object. I need your services. Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, isn’t it?”
“Sure, what is it you wished to see me about?”
Our extremely beautiful visitor began talking almost before Åāyeshah Siddīqah even settled her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my Hindu male lap.
Her words were rapid, her voice was vibrant with emotion.
Yet, there was something dominant in the manner of her articulation that indicated a type of young woman with whom one would hardly associate black eyes.
“I’m in a mess, Durgesh. I’m fighting mad. I hated you very much until now. I thought you were an immensely scornful communal Hindu who is taking advantage of our innocent extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who have something against their Musalmān husbands.”
“I understand.” I said calmly, “Go ahead. Don’t worry. Even then, I’d do anything reasonable for you if you think I can help you in anyway.”
“I approached my relatives, my friends, my well-wishers. But no one has enough courage to help me. My husband is so powerful, every one of them is afraid of him.”
“Well,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah laughed, “you have come to the right place then. Go ahead.”
“He is a well-established businessman and he is protected by Muslim Underworld too.”
“I see.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah pulled her buttocks from my lap and then pushed them back, swallowing my Uncut Hindu Prick into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, “Don’t worry. We have already cuckolded most of the Muslim Underworld.”
“That’s what I want to my Musalmān husband too. I want him to put his dirty bearded head on my feet, kiss them and lick them.”
“What happened?” I asked gravely.
“I’ve been thinking things over for hours. Ever since midnight in fact, and I’ve decided to do something about, well, about this.” She gently touched her discolored eye.
“You should have come here sooner.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said sympathetically.
“I understand. But I didn’t have any clothes.”
“What?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah was furious.
I too raised my eyebrows.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam’s nervous laugh was merely a mannerism.
There wasn’t even a slightest indication of mirth whatsoever.
“If you’ll listen to me,” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said, “I’d like to begin at the beginning and tell you about it.”
“I take it,” I said gravely, “your husband is holding your clothes. There’s been the usual family fight. He accused you falsely of infidelity with me, or some other powerful Hindu.”
“So, you know the pattern?” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said curtly.
“Most of the Musalmān wives have the same complaint against their ever Criminal/Criminal minded Musalmān husbands. It’s somewhat routine now.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah said bitterly, “Durgesh is utmost busy fucking almost entire Musalmān wives.”
“Then what?” I said bitterly, “I’d still help you. I want to abolish the entire Underworld whether Muslim or otherwise.”
“Imām nārīm sukr’té dadhāt.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam, “Kr’ñvanto Vishvamāryam/ Aqāmat-e-Ħukūmat-e-Ilāhī/Establishing the Kingdom of God/Dharmsantānam/Dharmsansthāpan. Understand?”*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam smiled.
“Thank you. Thank you very much.”
“For what?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah winked at her, “He’ll fuck you, idiot. Don’t you think you worth even your protection and respect from him in return?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam laughed.
“In return? I think it would be my greatest honor if he allows me in his bed as his bed partner.”
“Nonsense!” I pulled Al Tawħīd Al Islam to me and hugged her, still fucking Åāyeshah Siddīqah vigorously.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam clang to me as if she was a fish out of water until now, and I was the water, her life.
She threw her arm around my neck and kissed me on my lips fanatically.
Her beautiful eyes were flooding with nonstop tears.
“Why was I such a damn fool that I hated you, my life?”
“Forget it. Forget everything you have done wrong so far. From now on, all your problems are mine, all my pleasures are thine.”
“Téré dukh ab mere, mere sukh ab téré.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled.
“Exactly.” I smiled too kissing and reassuring Al Tawħīd Al Islam.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis, brought it out of Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, and kissed it devotionally.
Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking me immensely indebted to me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed her, from whatsoever dress she was wearing.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself went on her knees, herself positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips and pushed her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks back.
My Uncut Hindu Prick penetrated her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and vanished into her entirely to my fast thickening balls.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam herself started fucking me wildly, savagely and madly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam neither herself told me what exactly her problem was, nor let me ask her.
Even Åāyeshah Siddīqah squeezed my arm.
“Let her enjoy the incredible sex you are providing to her now. It’s her first time that she is consummating such an immense sex with you. No one else is capable in it. Why don’t you understand, Durgesh?”
Al Tawħīd Al Islam fucked me herself in almost every sex position she could imagine.
“It’s not sex only, Durgesh, you are providing me.” She said, “you are providing true love and even life as well.”
“I want to know everything before it’s too late.” I tried to bring her to normalcy.*
Even then, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t normal until she hadn’t enjoyed her new found sexual bliss for more than a full month.
All my attempts to bring her to normalcy before it failed entirely.
She told me her problem only after she was entirely satisfied sexually for the time being and beaming with energy.
“I have a will I want to discuss.”
“Let’s hope it isn’t too late now.” I said still fucking Al Tawħīd Al Islam patiently.
There was no use in explaining to her it was a great mistake on her part.
She was never agree to admit it.
Well, Al Tawħīd Al Islam wasn’t alone however.
My long experiences with countless Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough to make me understand to accept them as they came to me.
It was the only way if I really wanted to help them.
Moreover, not only the Musalmān Beauties and Musalmān houseladies who needed my help, even so many men too did the mistake.
Despite coming to me to seek for my guidance in a matter, they still made the mistake of selecting among my advices that appealed to them more.
They never realized it enhanced their problems more instead of solving them.
They didn’t even realize ever how childish it was.
Al Tawħīd Al Islam handed me a will.
I opened it.
‘I, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, being of sound and disposing mind and memory, state that I have fifty two daughters of my various marriages. I have thirty seven sisters, seventeen real sisters and twenty stepsisters and cousins I want to be beneficiaries after me.
“Beside these eighty nine female relatives of mine I had twenty seven wives in all to whom I was married in my life, not simultaneously however, naturally.
“I list their names and identities hereunder at the end of the will and the property/properties and money I want to give to them.
“My niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, lived with me in my lifetime. I am very much attached to my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I have very much love and affection for my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.
“I further realize, however, that my niece, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, though herself is a PhD and smart enough, does not have the shrewd, innate business ability that would enable her to protect herself from my ever shrewdest ever cunning sister in law, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
“I, therefore, appoint and nominate HVSI Group of Companies the executor of this my last will, provided that my son in law, Durgesh, is still the lifelong Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies.” I paused for a moment and looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam questioningly.*
Al Tawħīd Al Islam said gravely.
“My husband was having this will and keeping it in his locker.”
“What? Is he also a beneficiary?”
“Not if I divorce him.”
“You are one of the beneficiaries?”
“I am one of the beneficiaries.”
“Related to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim in any way?”
“I am one of his half-sisters.”
“What do you want now?”
“I want to confirm if this will is not a forged one, by my husband.”
“He can forge a will?”
“He has been prosecuted several times for forging wills and other important documents. But he always managed to get the final verdict ultimately in his favor.”
“I see. You suspect this will is forged?”
“In the light of the reputation of an utmost clever successful forger of wills and other similarly important documents of my husband what do you yourself think?”
I eyed her gravely.
“What is the name of your husband?”
“Muħammad Idrīs, but most of his opponents call him Muħammad Iblīs.”
“I see. And you like it?”
“He is Iblīs personified.” Al Tawħīd Al Islam said venomously.
“Nevertheless, none should be called Muhammad Iblis ever.”
“Muhammad is the ever best name, Iblis is the ever worst name. Iblis can’t be Muhammad ever. Similarly, it’s even beyond imagination that Hazrat Muhammad sallallahu alayhi wasallam could be Iblis ever.”
“Have you ever read Dr. AliSina’s ‘Understanding Muhammad and Muslims?”
“Sure, but I never agreed with him.”
“Why not? No Muslim scholar could have proved him wrong until now.”
“He is immensely biased against Huzur sallallahu alayhi wa sallam.”
She watched me scrutinizing, yet didn’t continue the subject further.
Most of the Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies who came to me had lied to me deliberately usually, in order to please me.
They thought I was an utmost communal Hindu.
I managed to establish my Durgesh Muslimahs Sex Empire only to humiliate Musalmīn.
They thought I’d help them more if they portrait their Musalmān husbands more evil than they actually were.
They thought Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband was my own movement instead of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.
I could not help it, but I always tried my best that no innocent Musalmān may suffer from me ever.
After all, it was the best I could do.
I read the will further:
‘After the specific bequests herein mentioned, I leave all of the rest, residue and remainder of my estate to be divided proportionately among my sons in law Durgesh and Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand, the proportion being how many my daughters and houseladies they support.”
I paused significantly, looked at Al Tawħīd Al Islam and then turned a page of the will.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
Al Zia Al Wahāb felt heat in the club’s entryway.
After all, it was so close to the street.
She felt spent somewhat.
Was she really drained of energy?
No, never, it can’t be.
Durgesh has fucked her almost whole night.
She felt thoroughly recharged, and vivacious consequently, when she left his bed.
Durgesh does not think her profession low, as the others do.
“It’s an art,” Durgesh says,”till no low sex activities are involved in it.”
Yes, Durgesh was not interested in her when it started.
She could not forget it ever.
Removing several coins from her belt pocket, Al Zia Al Wahāb went to the juice machine, and the minute she had the ice-cold bottle, she began to drink it.
She started feeling better almost immediately.
She entered the ladies’ room, snapped on the lights, took another swallow of juice and set the bottle on a chair.
Twisting the faucet marked FROID; Al Zia Al Wahāb placed her wrists under the stream of water.
She had heard that it cooled the body quickly.
Finding a clean towel, Al Zia Al Wahāb dried herself, and while doing so, she studied her reflection in the wide mirror above the basin.
Studying herself in mirrors was one of Al Zia Al Wahāb’s favorite pre-occupations.
Rarely did she pass a mirror without halting to consider pensively what was shown in it.
She knew she had won Durgesh with it.
She loved to watch her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female body in the mirrors to hold interior dialogues with that image, to philosophize and psychologize over that image, to wonder about the ingredients of that image that had cast her so high up in the Multiverse and then sent her tumbling so far down, so far down that now she teetered on the brink of Hell.
Durgesh never agreed with her in the matter.
He always claimed it was her negative thinking only.
Perhaps Durgesh was the only person in her knowledge who was absolutely everconfident that all the problems of human beings are only due to their negative thinking.
Alas, she could not share Durgesh’s optimism as she shared his bed.
Al Zia Al Wahāb stared at the upper half of the five feet four inches of herself in the mirror.
How incredibly, extremely, beautiful she was!
The self that was captured in the polished glass stared back at her.
Tossing the towel aside, Al Zia Al Wahāb backed off diagonally the width of the tiled bathroom floor until she could see herself almost full length.
The ladies’-room was a one-person room.
It never allowed presence of more than one person, except on emergencies.
She was as careless here as she could be when she is in complete privacy.
It had a sink, a stall equipped with a shower arrangement, a tub, and a translucent half door with a toilet chair absolutely opaque underside.
There were several other devices too she was completely used to.
She knew very well they were intended for the fulfillment of personal services of one sort or another.
Suddenly she smiled and murmured to herself,
It was as if some code sentence in part Arabic, part Sanskr’t, and in part English.
In a moment it was all gone what was there and Al Zia Al Wahāb was pleasantly left to face the darkness filled the Personal suddenly.
The system worked only when it’s murmured in a lady’s voice having already bedded with me, otherwise NOT.
The sound waves were used for it.
They activated a system to generate X-rays to penetrate her womb to investigate if there were really the ingredients of my Hindu semen found.
The system worked only after finding the result in positive.
The darkness was, however, only momentary.
The room lit up again.
Nothing of what was there a moment ago, returned however.
It was pleasant daylight now filling the one-woman-Personal.
Al Zia Al Wahāb was now as if outside.
There was open sky above, with clouds drifting across it in a fashion just regular enough to seem clearly unreal.
On everyside, there seemed an outstretching of greenery moving in equally repetitive fashion.
Al Zia Al Wahāb filled with bliss.
Yet, her mind was working, without any slightest interruption, as it was before.
Her sun-blanched flaxen hair, tied in a mane, fell below her shoulder blades.
Her shining brow was unmarked, although she was already twenty-one years old, and her huge, frank, gray-green eyes were clear, although her Hindu suitors and her Hindu lovers liked to tell her they looked at once experience old and little-girl-lost that Al Zia Al Wahāb had learned to translate as really meaning they promised free giving and promiscuity.
The mouth was another matter.***
Petrified by astonishment, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb stared after the bodies, emerged from us, united.
We both were on our fours.
She was on her knees and arms.
I was too in the same position, but behind her.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her exclamation,
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed exclaimed again, not believing her own very eyes even, “Al Ħamdulillāhi Rabbil åālmīn! Arraħmānirraħīmi!Māliki yaumiddīni! Iyyāk nåbudu v’ iyyāk nastaåīnu! Ihadi nassirātal mustaqīm! Sirātallazīn. Anåmt ålaihim.Ghairil maghzūbi ålaihim. Valazzāllīn!”
Then Al Zia Al Wahāb shouted at top of her lungs,
Her Ammī’s eyes were filled with tears.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb raised her melodious voice somewhat,
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb recited,
Then they both recited simultaneously,
I was fucking Al Zubédā Al Wahāb continuously.
I was reciting,
“‘S’ paryyagāchchhukramakāyamavra ñamasnaaviragvong shuddhamapāpviddham.
Kavirmanīshī paribhūh svayambhūryāthātathyato’arthānvyadadhāchchhāhvatībhyah samābhyah.’”
But when they both recited simultaneously,
I too did, the same, with them.***
The cherry colored full lips of Al Zia Al Wahāb, shaped in a grin, seemed inviting and full of teasing sensuality, in contradiction to the innocence of Mumtaz nose, smooth Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān cheeks and dainty ears.
Al Zia Al Wahāb had worn no brassire this morning.
The blouse was too almost transparent.
The large circles of her extremely beautiful nipples, Durgesh loved very much and kissed while making love with Al Zia Al Wahāb, every now and then, and the shadowy outline of her high abundant Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān bosom were plainly visible.
She could not win Durgesh without it, even when she’d lost everything.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd made her to lose everything, even her native province.
Al Safdar Al Saåīd always insulted Durgesh for it,
Her tanned midriff, set off by the white above and below, was bare today.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān thighs, Durgesh kissed bare while making love with her, brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān buttocks too, Durgesh played with bare of them, squeezed and kissed brushing his horny Hindu lips all along.
She could never control.
“I have a dream, Durgesh!” she said once.
Al Zia Al Wahāb kissed me,
“I can understand, darling.”
“Promise me that I would do the same with the rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Would his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins help you?”
“You can’t make them to help me?”
I looked at Al Zia Al Wahāb gravely,
“I bear the same relation with his Ammīs, wives, sisters and cousins, Al Zia Al Wahāb, as I bear with you.”
“So?”Al Zia Al Wahāb smiled mischievously, and tightened her already tight Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal muscles around the entire length, thickness and strength of my Uncut Hindu Prick, buried deepest into her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān vaginal depth.
“I never coerce any of my women to do anything they don’t want to.”
“I’m honored. I never want any misunderstanding between my women and me.”
Al Zia Al Wahāb marveled at the way the pants were molded along her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān shapely legs too, so that her every Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān contour and every movement of her every muscle could be seen.
I did not agree with her,
“You are a PhD, Al Zia Al Wahāb.”
“Yes, but it did not help me when I had to fight with that dirty rascal, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd.”
“Well,” I smiled, “is the fight over?”
The question came,
“What’s the job?”
Vague gray eyes took in prospective the man they had considered for the job.
His resume was impressive.
Years of military experience had toughened his exterior, even killed off his feelings for the enemy, showing no mercy.
He was dishonorably discharged after nine years of devotion to his sector, lending himself as a free agent.
A deadly one.
He seemed steady enough to take the job without knowing what it pertained to.
His lips were drawn together, a clear indication of a man who rarely smiled.
Intense blue eyes were piercing, doing just as much harm as any weapon the man chose as his reference.
Like a wire, the man disconnected himself from emotions.
He didn’t have a family except for two brothers and grandparents, but he was pretty much on his own.
Perfect man to hire.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd placed his hands on his vast gut, breathing harshly as his beady, gray eyes squinted in a closer study.
“What are you willing to accept for it?”
The young man squared his jaw.
“Tell me who I’m takin’ out, then I’ll let you know.”
He had a deep drawl, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd noted, but his cold approach dared anyone to be amused by it.
Anyone who did would have a lot to answer to, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd supposed.
To hide his alertness, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd cracked a smile as he exhaled.
“The job is for you to remove a man of importance.”
It wasn’t a question, but a demand.
The man was tight and orderly when it came to the descriptions of his victims that he no doubt received from his training as a former BrigadierGeneral.
“One daughter about the age of twenty.”
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt like shivering.
Yet he controlled himself.
He had to.
As the man commanded for information, he did not shift his gaze away, his animalistic stare like the devil himself.
The man was cruel when it came to the job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd could see this.
“Reason for termination.”
“Wrong man for the presidency,”Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd disclosed, “He’s running for a new liberated party that’s turning heads in this sector. He tends to run against our candidates because he knows something about our government. In particularly, our President.”
The younger didn’t look intrigued.
As far as he knew, Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd was struggling for the ultimate power.
Even then, the Hindus could not be held responsible.
The intense foolishness of Mullahs and Maulavīs of the Musalmeen kept forcing their educated Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān womenfolk farther and farther away from their own males, for their own survival.
How could it be stopped?
The survival was basic human instinct.
Nothing could be successfully done against it.
His eyes remained chilled and insensible still.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd felt that he had ogled statues that were friendlier.
“Which is?” the hit man goaded.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd chuckled.
“I’m afraid that is something that I must keep secret. You must think I’m dim-witted and weak to betray the President’s secret.”
The former Brigadier General paused a beat, his black eyes tracing his interviewer before he muttered,
“Certainly not. But gimme the name and I’ll handle the rest.”
The elder frowned, though he found himself captured with fascination.
Usually, an assassin would want as much information as they could gather from the people who hire them.
Then perhaps this man truly was an expert at his job.
Sheikħzādah Al Safdar Al Saåīd couldn’t help but to be intrigued.
“Just the name? Surely you’ll need more information than that.”
The other stood silent.
“How on earth could you manage?”
The younger man sighed tiredly, his arms crossing across a built chest.
“You have your reasons for doin’ things, I have mine. Just gimme the goddamn name.”
Fātimah walked slowly down the dark street.
The rain was warm and soaked her quickly.
The rain was making the roadway glisten and the streetlights shone down to illuminate small sections of the street.
She took one-step at a time and when she reached her house, she stood outside of it for a few moments.
The only light on was in Durgesh’s room and she wished he were asleep.
As Fātimah slipped into the house, she hoped he had fallen asleep with the light on.
The key made a clicking sound in the lock and she was thankful her parent’s room was on the other side of the house.
She stepped inside and removed her wet sandals.
Her nipples were rock hard from the rain and the outline of her black lace bra was visible.
As she walked past the mirrored wall in the front entranceway, she couldn’t help but frown.
“I hate myself.” Fātimah whispered under her breath and quietly made her way up the stairs.
She entered her room and closed the door behind her.
She tried to listen into Durgesh’s room, but the fact she didn’t hear anything, didn’t mean anything.
He could be asleep or just working on his laptop.
He never listened to music, nowadays, so it was hard to figure out.
She wished at this moment that they didn’t share a bathroom.
She knew that if he were awake he would hear the water running and knew what time she got home.
Fātimah entered the bathroom and making sure that the door to his room was locked stripped naked.
She turned the hot water on and entered the shower.
The hot water felt good on her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body and as she washed herself, she wished she could remove the dirty feelings she had.
She could feel every part of her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān body that he had touched.
She wanted to scrub her lips raw.
Fātimah couldn’t get the feeling of his warm Hindu lips touching hers out of her mind.
She wanted to remember only one thing.
He is a Hindu.
He is a Hindu.
How she can have sex with a Kāfir, a Hindu?
After showering, she unlocked the door to Durgesh’s room.
She pulled out a cotton nightie and slipped it over her head.
She slipped under her duvet and the moment her head hit the pillow she was fast asleep.
Fātimah was sitting at the kitchen table having breakfast.
She was dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.
She looked up as Durgesh entered the room.
He looked angry and all the emotions from last night came flooding back.
“I’m sorry Durgesh.”
Fātimah winced at his harsh words.
She hated when he was mad at her because he had a way of making her feel like crap.
He also had a way of making her feel amazing so it balanced out.
Fātimah went back to eating her breakfast and heard Durgesh stomp around the kitchen, putting away dishes, and making his breakfast.
He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt.
Fātimah tried not to stare at him, but she couldn’t help it.
She knew what she wanted to do, but her parents were in the house so that was completely out of the question.
Just as Fātimah was putting her dirty dishes in the sink, her parents entered the kitchen.
“Hello my wonderful children.”
Fātimah grinned a bit.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was always acting silly.
Her parents were retired and spent their days golfing, hanging out at their cottage, and traveling.
Fātimah was eighteen and Durgesh was twenty, the son of her Ammī’s Hindu lover, Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
Her Abbū, Imām Muħammad, was afraid of her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid, very much.
She was revolting and he did not want to divorce her.
He could lose Kħadījah, but not Fātimah.
He loved Fātimah, his youngest daughter, very much.
Yet, it wasn’t as if they needed much supervision.
“Hi Abbū.” Fātimah kissed his cheek and smiled at her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid.
“How was your date last night, sweetie?” Fātimah’s Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid had similar features to Fātimah.
Fātimah always considered herself fat, but thought that her Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid was just right.
Fātimah glanced over at Durgesh before answering.
“It was good. Mohan and I went to that nice seafood restaurant and then to a movie.”
“It was raining last night. I hope he walked you to the door.”
“Of course Abbū.” Fātimah bit her lip, hoping her lie wasn’t too obvious.
The truth was that Mohan and she had enjoyed a great dinner.
They had gone to a movie, but halfway through he had started to fondle her.
She passively tried to push him away, but it didn’t work.
After the movie, Mohan had parked his car in the deserted lot near her house.
Fātimah tried to protest, but it didn’t work.
Mohan was all over her and part of her loved the feeling of his hands and lips on hers, but part of her was feeling so guilty for what she was doing.
Durgesh had been so good to her.
She had made out with Mohan for a few minutes and then had asked him to stop.
He didn’t take that very well and that was why she walked home in the rain by herself.
“We’re off to the cottage for a few days. I did groceries yesterday so you guys should be set. Rashīdah is coming over on Wednesday to clean the house so make sure you stay out of her way.”
Her parents kissed their children on the cheek and then left.
Fātimah had gotten used to her parents being so carefree.
After her parents drove out of the driveway, she made her way upstairs to her room.
She had Sunday off which was nice.
Fātimah worked as a secretary in a very busy law firm.
Her official title was executive assistant to the family law department.
She liked her job and was lucky she got a job right out of college.
She heard Durgesh move around the house and heard him enter his room.
She knew she had to go talk to him, but was dreading the conversation.
Durgesh solved the problem for her.
Just as she was logging off her email, he stormed into the room.
“I fucking hate you.” And with that, Durgesh kissed Fātimah hard, pinning her against her desk.
The edge of the desk dug into her thighs.
Fātimah tried to pull away, but really didn’t want to.
I grabbed her hands and pinned them behind her back.
I sucked her neck and nibbled along her jaw line.
“You’re such a fucking tease. And you fucking lied to Ammī, Dr. Kħadījah bint Kħuwaylid and Abbū, Imām Muħammad. Mohan made you walk home.”
Fātimah was moaning as she squirmed harder.
Durgesh let go of her hands so he could undo her jeans.
“I’m sorry. It was horrible. I promise.” Fātimah didn’t want to hurt Durgesh any more then she already had.
Durgesh yanked down Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s jeans and shoved his Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Choot.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was soaking wet and Durgesh grinned.
All Fātimah could do was whimper.
He undid his jeans with his other hand and Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped as Durgesh dropped his jeans and boxers to the ground.
It was the perfect size and felt amazing inside her.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, please! Chodo mujhé Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! ” Fātimah mouthed the words, “Fuck me till I exist.”
Durgesh spun Fātimah Imām Muħammad around and pushed her over her desk.
He spread her legs and slammed into her hard.
“You like my Uncut Hindu Lund Fātimah Imām Muħammad.”
She loved Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund inside her and was on the brink of orgasm.
Durgesh fucked her roughly.
He was getting all his anger out.
He hated how they had to keep this secret.
He hated that she went out on dates with other Hindu guys.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was his and only his.
Durgesh loved that Fātimah Imām Muħammad was curvy in all the right places.
It felt so good to fuck her this way.
“Fuck me harder Durgesh. Fuck me like you mean it.”
Fātimah knew he liked it rough and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was holding back so they could cum together.
Durgesh stepped away from her and pulled her to her bed.
He sat down on the edge and pulled her into his Hindu lap.
“Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund, Fātimah Imām Muħammad. Ride my Uncut Hindu Lund until I shoot my Hindu Vīrý deepest inside you.”
Fātimah nodded and slammed into his Uncut Hindu Lund.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad felt every drop of his Hindu Vīrý inside her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad reached down and after pushing against her Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān clit once, Fātimah Imām Muħammad herself was Cumming once more on Durgesh ‘s deepest buried Uncut Hindu Lund, as well.
We lay panting in that position for a long time, buried deepest inside Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
Finally Fātimah spoke,
“I walked home in the rain because Mohan wanted to have sex with me and I pushed him away. He refused to drive me home. I promise.”
Fātimah woke up when the sun shone into the window and shone right into her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad blinked and felt a warm body on top of hers, with a steel rod still buried deepest into her.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad was face to face with me.
I was lying on my back and had a victorious Hindu grin on my face.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad thought about last night, Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t help but smile.
The Moment her parents were gone, we had spent the day in bed having sex nonstop.
We had only stopped for lunch and dinner and had fallen asleep exhausted, my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into Fātimah Imām Muħammad.
It was Monday and Fātimah had to go to work.
When Fātimah Imām Muħammad tried to get out of bed, I wrapped my arm around her buttocks.
“One more time.” I smiled.
Fātimah smiled too, as I lay on top of her.
“I want to be inside my Fātimah Imām Muħammad one more time before Fātimah Imām Muħammad goes to work.”
Fātimah couldn’t disagree and felt me push in and out of her.
It was slow and hard and was driving her crazy.
I strummed her hard nipples and held my Uncut Hindu Lund deepest inside her until Fātimah Imām Muħammad came.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad arched her back and came hard.
“That’s my girl.” I kissed her nose and then thrust two more times before emptying myself inside her, “Now you can get ready for work.”
Fātimah grinned as she rolled out of bed to get ready.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked as an assistant at a law firm and as Fātimah Imām Muħammad got dressed, I lay in her bed watching.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad put on stockings and a black skirt with a white blouse and matching blazer.
It was a high-end law firm and Fātimah Imām Muħammad was expected to dress appropriately.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad didn’t dare look at me while she dressed.
I was in a constant state of horniness and Fātimah Imām Muħammad couldn’t be late for work.
Before I had, a chance to touch her, Fātimah Imām Muħammad pulled away and rushed out the door.
I lay in bed debating on whether to get up or not.
I was a senior at the community college.
My classes were great since I had gotten into computer animation.
I wanted to spend the day in Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s bed, but knew it wouldn’t be any fun without her there.
I got up and dragged myself to college.
I worked quickly to get my assignments done and spent the rest of the time playing around with things.
I loved computers and loved animation.
I was the top of my class and was close to guaranteeing a full time job when I graduated.
My classes were done at two o’clock so I decided to go pick up Fātimah Imām Muħammad from work.
I had done that in the past and loved seeing where Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked.
I entered the elevator and went up to the fifteenth floor.
When the doors opened, I walked down the hall towards Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s office.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had her own office, but there was no window.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad joked that it was once a closet, but it was in the perfect location.
The four lawyers Fātimah Imām Muħammad worked with had offices on either side so Fātimah Imām Muħammad was always close enough to help out.
I turned the corner and stopped cold.
I was standing outside her office and although I couldn’t see inside since the door was closed, I knew that sound.
It was the sound Fātimah made when her earlobe was being sucked on.
It was a precious sound to me since a year ago when we first got together I had done that to her and the sound was like music to my ears.
I thought he was the only one who could arouse her like that.
I knocked once and then opened the door.
It was unlocked and so I figured I could walk in.
The Moment I entered I knew what was occurring.
Fātimah was sitting up on her desk with her boss Shankar standing in front of her.
“Durgesh!” Fātimah pushed Shankar away and slid off her desk.
Shankar grinned at Durgesh.
“We’ll chat about that tomorrow Fātimah.” Shankar walked out of the office and left Durgesh and Fātimah standing in front of each other.
Fātimah was biting her lip waiting for Durgesh to say something.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew I was mad and Fātimah Imām Muħammad knew that nothing Fātimah Imām Muħammad said to me would make things right.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had been having a secret affair with me for over a year and here Fātimah Imām Muħammad was making out with her boss.
“I was coming to visit you. Wanted to see if you could leave early. I’ll take the bus home.” I sounded so quiet and reserved.
My eyes were full of gravity and when Fātimah reached out to touch me, I pulled away fast.
I left her office and walked quickly towards the elevator.
He kept repeating in my head, “I’m not going to show any weakness. I’m not going to show any weakness.”
The Moment I got home I marched to my room and got on my computer.
I tuned everything out and didn’t even hear Fātimah Imām Muħammad come home.
Fātimah knew she had to talk to me and had spent the rest of the day trying to figure out what to say.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad knocked on my door and entered quietly.
“Can I just say a few things?”
I nodded and turned off my laptop.
“I love you. More then you will ever know. When guys pay attention to me I react. I feel so guilty afterwards because I know you love me so much. I can’t tell Shankar I have a boyfriend because he’ll want to meet him. You have no idea how much I wish we weren’t Hindu and Muslimah.” Fātimah looked into my eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad had finally said exactly what she wanted to say the last year.
This wasn’t the first time Fātimah Imām Muħammad had flirted or made out with another guy, but this was the first time I had found out.
“Come here.” I turned the chair and gestured for Fātimah to come close.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad walked over and sat in my lap.
My Uncut Hindu Lund hardened immediately and I ran my hands under her skirt to the edge of her stockings.
“Fuck me.” Fātimah whispered the words as she pleaded with me with her eyes.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad needed me so badly and wanted to show me how much she loved me.
She herself undid my pants with one hand and sank my Uncut Hindu Lund into her quickly.
Fātimah Imām Muħammad gasped at the fullness.
I watched as Fātimah Imām Muħammad’s breasts bounced up and down.
“I’m going to use your Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Pussy Fātimah Imām Muħammad, all night long.” I knew how I loved her so much, even though Fātimah Imām Muħammad was a flirt.
However, I’d obliged Kħadījah today, Shankar’s girlfriend.
Kħadījah wanted me to fuck her for a long time.
I avoided her on this or that pretext, because Shankar was serious about Kħadījah.
He wanted to marry her.
His flirting with Fātimah made me free to oblige his equally beautiful girl friend Kħadījah.
“Promise me, Durgesh,” Kħadījah was overwhelmed with immense pleasure, “You’d fuck me like today, even after my marriage with Shankar.”
I smiled and kissed Kħadījah full on her crimson lips,
“Certainly, my darling.” My Uncut Hindu Penis was still deepest into Kħadījah’s Saåūdī Årab Sunni Musalmān Cunt, “Shankar does not want to respect my relationship with Fātimah. I’m not bound therefore to respect his relationship with you.”
More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh
1. Bahoo Bégum
23. A secret Smile
30. Sālī, Ammījān!
44. Hell, I revolt
64. I live with him
73. Under Open Sky
79. The Extent
More creative adult sex in Hindi/Urdu from Durgesh:
13. Eidul Fitr-1
18. Main térī dīvānī
21. Majājī Kħudā: 1
22. Majājī Kħudā: 2
23. Majājī Kħudā:3
24. Majājī Kħudā:4
25. Majājī Kħudā: 5
Science Fictions from DSM Satyarthi:
18. Saamved: Mantr 1
Årab Mahā Bhārat: 1/22:
‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
وَقَالُوا لَن يَدْخُلَ الْجَنَّةَ إِلَّا مَن كَانَ هُودًا أَوْ نَصَارَىٰ ۗ تِلْكَ أَمَانِيُّهُمْ ۗ قُلْ هَاتُوا بُرْهَانَكُمْ إِن كُنتُمْ صَادِقِينَ
Waqaloo lan yadkhul’ aljannatah illa man kana hoodan aw nasara tilk’ amaniyyuhum qul hatoo burhanakum in kuntum sadiqeen.’
‘And they say: ‘None shall enter the Garden unless he be a Jew or a Christian’. These are their vain desires.’
I opened the door of the bathroom.
The history of the Al Saud has been marked by a desire to unify the Arabian Peninsula and to spread what it promotes as a more purified and simple, though often criticized as less tolerant, view of Islam embodied by Wahhabism which has gained international controversy since the events of 9/11. The House of Saud is also linked with Wahhabism (Saudis deprecate the term, preferring the term Salafi) through the marriage of the son of Muhammad bin Saud with the daughter of Muhammad Abd al Wahhab in 1744.
She was only in bra and panty.
I grabbed her waist, raised her and helped her to her royal bedroom.
She sat on her royal bed.
Though some have put the family’s numbers as high as 25,000, most estimates place their numbers in the region of 7,000, with most power and influence being wielded by the 200 or so descendants of King Abdul Aziz.
The current head of the Al Saud and ruler of Saudi Arabia is King Abdullah bin Abdul Aziz who announced, on 20 October 2006, the creation of a committee of princes to vote on the viability of kings and the candidature of nominated crown princes – in effect, clarifying and further defining the Al Saud’s line of succession process. The committee, to be known as the Bay’ah Council, or Allegiance Commission, would include all the sons and some grandsons of the late King Abdul-Aziz who would vote for one of three princes nominated by the king as Heirs Apparent. In the event that if either the sitting king or the crown prince were deemed unfit to rule, a five-member transitory council, appointed by the Council, would be empowered to run state affairs for a maximum of one week, before naming a successor. The intent is to prevent a situation, as was the case with the late King Fahd, who after multiple strokes beginning in 1995, remained on the throne for 10 years, most of them without the faculties to rule.
I was looking at her gravely.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s mother, had told me: her name was Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Now, she was mostly known as Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Saåeed.
“What are you looking at?” Al Tauħeed auntie smiled suddenly.
“You are very beautiful, auntie!”I also smiled at Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had told me that she liked her maiden name more.
She hated Al Saåeeds, even though they were the rulers of the Creations and she was married to one of them.
“You are pink in color. Fleshy also. I thought you were elder sister of Sāliħā.”
“You naughty boy! Do I look to you too beautiful to look at me constantly, as you are watching me now?”
“I’m telling the truth.” I said gravely, “If it were possible, I would have even married you.”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed open heartedly.
“Married me? Married a woman old enough to be even your mother? You are joking my honey child.”
“No auntie! Never! Not even the question arises. You must get a massage, auntie! You’ll be alright to walk and even to run again.”
“Massage? You are right, my child! But who will massage me now? Even Sāliħā is not at home.”
“If you don’t mind, I can.” I said solemnly.
“You?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed, “You know how to massage?”
“I can try for you, auntie!”
She hesitated somewhat.
“Isn’t it shameful that―”
“Auntie! Please! It will improve your―”
She interrupted me.
“Okay, if you don’t mind, do it. After all, you have already seen many things you should not have.”
The House of Saud take their name from Muhammad ibn Saud (“Muhammad, son of Saud”), the ruler of Diriyah in central Arabia, and the founder of what came to be known as the First Saudi State, who died in 1765. Because Muhammad ibn Saud was commonly known as “Ibn Saud” (son of Saud), the name “Al Saud”, came to signify his clan. Today, the surname “Al Saud” is carried by any descendent of Muhammad ibn Saud or his brothers, Farhan (Al Farhan, “sons of Farhan”), Thunayyan, and Mishari.
I brought the bottle of oil.
I put oil on her back and started to massage her from there.
My Hindu Penis was standing up as soon as I put oil on her pink glorious back.
Massaging her, I slowly moved my palm on her waist, stomach and boobs.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was also feeling relaxed now.
“Auntie!” I addressed her suddenly, “You are wearing a white bra. It can take oil and will not remain usable. If you say, I take it out―”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.
“You will make me naked fully. Okay! Take it away!”
I opened her bra.
Massaging her back, I started to massage her beautiful erect Årab Muslimā female breasts also.
She did not object.
Slowly, my palm reached her gorgeous Årab Muslimā buttocks even.
I massaged them also.
Even squeezed them as if unknowingly.
Now, she was herself feeling intoxicated.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to talk with me openly.
“I advise to take away your panty, auntie!”
“Okay! Okay!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb surrendered.
Now, nude fully she lay on her back, on the bed.
I massaged her entire body.
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb said, “I am feeling so much relaxed. Durgesh! You are an angel.”
“I can do anything for you, auntie!”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb laughed.
“Anything? Anything―? What do you mean? Can you even fuck me in my ass?”
“You have a very lovely ass, auntie!” I also laughed winking at her.
“Okay, my dear boy! Go on! Fuck me.”
“With your kind permission?” I laughed.
“You Hindu playboy! Go ahead!”
“Sālī Chālū auntie!” I laughed, “I’ll fuck you so much, and in such a way, that you’ll forget your husband even forever.”
“Okay! Go ahead! Fuck me.”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was now only mine.
I undressed myself fully.
Now, we both were in nude.
She was still lying on her back on the bed.
Origins and early history
The earliest recorded ancestor of the Al Saud was Mani’ ibn Rabi’ah al-Muraydi, who, according to the chroniclers of Nejd, settled in Diriyah in 1446-7 with his clan, the Mrudah. Mani had been invited to settle there by a relative named Ibn Dir’, who was then the ruler of a set of villages and estates that make up modern-day Riyadh. Mani’s clan had been on a soujorn in east Arabia, near al-Qatif, from an unknown point in time. Ibn Dir’ handed Mani’ two estates called al-Mulaybeed and Ghusayba, which Mani’ and his family settled and renamed “al-Diriyah”, after their benefactor Ibn Dir’.
I rode on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb.
Taking her beautiful red crimson lips into my mouth, I started to suck them.
Her palms reached my back and she started to kiss me passionately.
“Auntie! Auntie darling! Enjoying?”
“Yes!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb acknowledged, “Yesss! What about you?”
“Sālī! See and watch my Penis. Don’t ask me.”
We both laughed cunningly, simultaneously.
Genealogically, the Mrudah are regarded as belonging to the ancient Arab tribal confederation of Rabi’a, through the branch of Wa’il. However, there is disagreement as to which branch of Wa’il they belong to. The dominant opinion in their native Nejd is that they are remnants of the now-extinct tribe of Bani Hanifa, who are credited with founding most of Nejd’s settlements including Riyadh. The oldest written reference to the Mrudah, a short genealogical manuscript from the 17th century, supports this view. Others, including many members of the Al Saud themselves, however, insist that they are descendants of the large bedouin ‘Anizzah confederation of northern Arabia and the Syrian desert. The earliest written reference to this view comes from the Swiss traveler Johann Ludwig Burckhardt, on the authority of Anizzah tribesmen whom he encountered in northwestern Arabia in the early 19th century. Both the ‘Anizzah and the Bani Hanifa, however, are branches of the Bani Wa’il of Rabi’ah.
The Mrudah became rulers of al-Diriyah, which propspered along the banks of Wadi Hanifa and became an important Nejdi settlement. As the clan grew larger, power struggles ensued, with one branch leaving to nearby Dhruma, while another branch (the “Al Watban”) left for the town of az-Zubayr in southern Iraq. The Al Migrin (“House of Migrin”) then became the ruling family among the Mrudah in Diriyah. After some initial struggles in the early 18th century, Muhammad ibn Saud, of the Al Migrin, became the undisputed amir (“prince”, or ruler) of the town and its surrounding estates. In 1744, Muhammad ibn Saud took in a fugitive religious cleric named Muhammad ibn Abdel Wahhab, from nearby al-Uyayna. Ibn Saud agreed to provide political support to Ibn Abd al-Wahhab’s project to reform Islamic practice, which Ibn Abd al-Wahhab believed had strayed far from the ideals set by the Islamic prophet Muhammad and his companions. Ibn Saud added to his previous title of emir the title of “Imam“, signifying that he saw himself as the temporal leader of an Islamic state, rather than simply another clan leader or village ruler. This marked the beginning of the First Saudi State.
After sucking her lips, for a long time, I kissed Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb on her neck.
Then I kissed her brown Årab Muslimā nipples.
Breast and nipple stimulation
A breast orgasm is a female orgasm that is triggered from the stimulation of a woman’s breast. Not all women experience this effect when the breasts are stimulated; however, some women claim that the stimulation of the breast area during sexual intercourse and foreplay, or just the simple act of having their breasts fondled, has created mild to intense orgasms. According to one study that questioned 213 women, 29% of them had experienced a breast orgasm at one time or another, This shows that it is not common, but it is possible. An orgasm is believed to occur in part because of the hormone oxytocin, which is produced in the body during sexual excitement and arousal. It has also been shown that oxytocin is produced when an individual’s nipples are stimulated and become erect.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb started to moan.
I sucked more intensely.
Slowly I kissed her entire nude feminine Årab Muslimā body.
I kissed her pink Årab Muslimā Cunt even.
I kissed there again, Kissed, Kissed, and kissed.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sighing now.
We lay in 69 positions.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was sucking my Hindu Penis taking it into her extremely beautiful Årab Muslimā mouth.
I was kissing her Årab Muslimā Cunt passionately, continuously.
My Hindu sperm fell into her mouth.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb drank all of my Hindu semen fallen into her mouth.
I again started to kiss her lips and neck.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was squeezing my Hindu Penis again.
It was extending again.
She took it again into her mouth and started to suck my Hindu Penis again.
It extended fully once again.
I made Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb lay on her back, on the bed, once more.
I spread her beautiful Årab Muslimā legs.
My Hindu knob kissed her Årab Muslimā labial lips.
My Hindu Penis entered into her Årab Muslimā Cunt.
I started pumping.
With her hands on my back, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, was enjoying my fucking now very much.
I increased my pace after sometime.
Her voices increased.
“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”
My arms went under her waist.
Now, I was fucking Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb with such a speed, that she was screaming now.
“Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāh! Āāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāh!Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā! Tear up my Cunt! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt You Hindu fucker! Tear up my Årab Muslimā Cunt!! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā! Ahāhāhā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā hā!”
Suddenly, the door of the bedroom opened.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed marched into the bedroom.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb was startled while I only smiled.
“Hello, my darling!”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted.
“So, when I’m not here, you both enjoy each other?”
“It’s―it’s only the first time, darling!” Her mother Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb managed to say ultimately, with enormous efforts.
“I don’t believe you! I don’t believe you!”
“Shame on you, Ammī Ħuzoor! Abbū believes you, and you are―”
“Sāliħā darling!” I smiled.
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted, “I’m talking with my mother. Ammī Ħuzoor! You should―”
“Sāliħā! Listen to me.”
“I don’t want to talk to you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed shouted again, “I’m talking with my mother. You are fucking my mother still now right in front of my very eyes.”
“Sāliħā! Listen to me, I say.”
“I’ll tell the entire world.”
“Okay! I’ll listen to you. I’ll listen to you. But, on one condition.”
“And, what is the condition?”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed smiled slowly.
“You have to fuck me also, Durgesh darling!”
I pulled her to me immediately and kissed her.
“Very good! You are most welcome, my darling, Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed!”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed also kissed me back.
“I’m watching you both for a long time. I had returned as soon as you both started to fuck each other. Now I’m burning with extreme lust. I need your Hindu Sex Kicks utmost violently, Durgesh!”
“Allah!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb exclaimed, “Allah! Girl! You proved to be even your mother’s mother. Your mother, Your Ammī Ħuzoor fucked Durgesh. Now you will also? A daughter? facing the very eyes of her mother?”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed laughed.
“Are you both ready?”
“We both are ready.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb and I said smiling at her, simultaneously.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb did not have another option.
I did not even want to have.
For the promise I made to Al Hudā Al Aħmad Al Zabeer, I needed them more in number with me.
Now, we―all the three were ready for the new intense fucking.
I― a Hindu boy!
They―the Årab Muslimā mother and daughter.
I took Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed in my Hindu arms and started to suck her beautiful red crimson Saůūdī Årab Musalmān lips savagely.
She was returning my kisses with more intense and savage female Saůūdī Årab Muslimā passion.
I had understood both the mother and daughter now, I thought, perfectly.
Both were sex starved, as the other Muslimāt were everywhere.
Mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, irrespective of being a respected member of a royal family, welcomed the opportunity when she found I was trying to fuck her even while she was old enough to be my mother.
She did not try to stop me even a bit.
The daughter returned from where she had gone.
She found her mother indulged with me in a violent sexual intercourse. She did not object even a bit.
She silently watched and enjoyed the entire sexual intercourse I had with her mother.
And, when she saw that she also had the opportunity, she blackmailed her mother and me both to let me fuck even her.
When a woman does act like it?
When she is sexually satisfied?
When she is dying to have sex and not getting it.
It gets women mad and they act exactly as the mother and daughter were behaving.
My one hand was busy in undressing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed.
Now she was only in bra and panty.
Kissing her, I opened her bra also.
I started to play with her beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed criticized her mother, but she was also her mother’s daughter.
I opened her panty and rubbed the opening of her young Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt with my right index finger.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed sighed helplessly enjoying my index finger there.
Holding Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed, I made her to lie on the bed beside her nude mother.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb, her mother, started to suck my Hindu male lips once again.
My one palm was crushing Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s beautiful erect young Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
The second palm was crushing her mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb’s Saůūdī Årab Musalmān female breasts.
Suddenly I acted wildly myself.
My Hindu Penis went inside savagely.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Saůūd buttocks jumped on the bed and she screamed.
“Allah! Allaaaaaah! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! It’s torn up. It’s torn up.”
“What are you doing?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tauħeed Al Wahāb plunged at me, “What are you doing? Will you kill my daughter, Durgesh? It’s her first time. Her Årab Muslimā Cunt is tight. Oil your Hindu Penis please! Oil her Årab Muslimā Cunt. And, then fuck my daughter slowly with love.”
I gave a shot again.
Half of my Hindu Penis vanished inside.
It vanished fully within three or four shots.
I started the ‘in-out-and in’ motion.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed was feeling pain, but now she started to enjoy.
I increased my speed.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed’s Årab Muslimā Cunt was so tight that I was enjoying her fucking very much.
It cannot be described in words.
I increased my speed again.
It flooded there immensely.
We― all the three― were in close embrace of each other now.
We were kissing each other also.
I was playing with the nude beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks of both the mother and daughter still now.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed married ultimately.
I was stunned when I saw his wife.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was really Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
Ultimately, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed proved to be lucky.
She was the daughter of Sharif of Mecca.
The Sharif of Mecca (Arabic:شريف مكة) or Sharif of Hejaz (Arabic:شريف الحجاز) was the title of the former governors of Hejaz and a traditional steward of the holy cities of Mecca and Medina. The term Sharif means noble in Arabic, and indicates descent from Muhammad through his grandson al-Hassan ibn Ali.
The sharif was charged with protecting the cities and their environs and ensuring the safety of pilgrims performing the Hajj. The title is sometimes spelled Sheriff or Sherif, with the latter variant used, for example, by T.E. Lawrence in Seven Pillars of Wisdom. The common-law political and legal office of sheriff found in some Anglophone countries is unrelated.
The office of the Sharifate of Mecca dates back to the late Abbasid era. Since 1201, the Sharifate was held by a member of the Hawashim clan, not to be confused with the larger clan of Banu Hashim to which all Sharifs claim descent. Descendants of this family continued to hold the position until the Twentieth Century on behalf of various Muslim powers including the Ayyubids and the Mamelukes. In 1517, the Sharif acknowledged the supremacy of the Ottoman Caliph, but maintained a great degree of local autonomy. During the Ottoman era, the Sharifate expanded its authority northwards to include Medina, and southwards to the frontiers of ‘Asir, and regularly raided Nejd.
The Sharifate came to an end shortly after the reign of Hussein bin Ali, who rebelled against the Ottoman rule during the Arab Revolt of 1916. After the defeat of the Ottoman Empire in 1918 and its subsequent dissolution in 1923, Hussein declared himself Caliph. The British granted control over the newly formed states of Iraq and Transjordan to his sons Faisal and Abdullah. In 1924, however, in the face of increasing attacks by Ibn Saud, Hussein abdicated his secular titles to his eldest son, Ali bin Hussein, who was to become the last Grand Sharif. At the end of 1924, the Ibn Saud conquered the Hejaz and expelled the Hashemites. The House of Saud has since exercised stewardship over the holy cities and the Hajj.
I met her and fell for her.
She was very sexy in appearance even.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl were celebrating their twelfth wedding anniversary. They had gone out for a romantic dinner, and then returned home for the customary sex.
Although sex was rather routine job for them, they both did enjoy it.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was 25 years Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female in full bloom.
She was proud of her juicy figure and fair silky complexion, light brown straight long hair.
Everyone used to compare her beauty with Wafa Yaqoob.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed never got tired fucking her again & again though his penis was not of any value and Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was proud of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty.
They were now lying in each other’s arms in the erotic afterglow to say again they loved each other.
The doorbell startled them.
Who could be ringing it at this hour?
Maybe it was one of their friends coming at late hours to wish them.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got up to answer the door. He looked through the peephole but
could not see anyone. Then the doorbell rang again.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed heard a feminine voice outside,
“Open up, this is an emergency.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was confused, but decided to open the door, which turned out
to be a mistake.
The feminine voice fooled him.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed saw me with Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
“Get back in the house, we’re coming in.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed backed up while Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I came in and shut the door.
We both were rather smiling. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “What do you want.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “Just take it easy and no one will get hurt. Where do you hide your sisters?”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed decided to cooperate with us especially since the gun in Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s hand was pointed at his stomach.
Maybe they would leave if he gave them one of his sisters.
They wouldn’t get all because he didn’t keep all in the house.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said, “She is in my living room beside the bedroom. I’ll get her for you.”
“Naughti―naughti, Safdar Bhāī! You’re not getting out of our sight, we’re coming with you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled at him.
We followed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed into the bedroom where Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was in bed with the blanket pulled up to her neck. Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed got the keys opened the living room, took out his sister Sābirā and handed her to us.
I kissed Al Sābirā Al Saåeed.
She was so frightened that she grabbed my Hindu Penis even before I order her to do it.
I winked at her.
Al Sābirā Al Saåeed knelt down and started to suck my Hindu Penis without any protest.
“There is your only one sister here. Where are the rest of your sisters?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb turned to her Safdar Bhāī.
“We don’t keep them in the Palace. They are studying and live in Student’s girls hostels.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I looked rather mad and started talking to each other.
“We’ve wasted our time. We should do something to make up for it.”
“Yeah, look at this bitch lying there in bed. I wonder if she has any clothes on. Let’s see.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb suggested.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed yelled, “You leave my wife alone!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb waved her gun at Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and said, “Shut up, Safdar Bhāī!”
Al Sābirā Al Saåeed was sucking my Hindu Penis now faithfully and obediently.
“Let’s tie him up so he won’t cause any trouble.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb grabbed Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to force him into a chair.
I pulled a thin cord from my pocket and tied Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed to the chair.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was screaming,
“Go away and leave us alone.”
“We’ll leave you alone only after we had some fun with you, bitch! Shut up.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said smiling.
I reached for the blanket to pull it off of Al Firdaus Al Jamāl leaving her dressed in only her thin nightie.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,
“Durgesh, look at this pretty sexy bitch. She exactly looks like Wafa Yaqoob.”
“OK Zubédā, I’m with you. There’s no another sister of Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed here, but we’ll not leave until we have my Hindu dick soft. It’s rock hard now. His sister has hardened me more and more for her Bhābhījān.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was now crying a little and whimpering.
She knew Al Zubédā Al Wahāb meant me to rape her.
She could only hope we would not physically hurt her in any way.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed spoke up,
“Please don’t touch her. Let me write a letter or do most anything to give you one of my beautiful sisters more.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke,
“You can act wise, that’s no good. Durgesh is going to give your sexy Årab Muslimā wife, the daughter of Sharif of Mecca, a good fucking.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew it was a losing battle to argue with them.
He just didn’t want them to hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,
“Alright, you’ve got us. What if she agreed to cooperate instead of fighting your advances? Would you be gentle and not hurt her?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb and I, looked at each other,
“OK, that’s a deal.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed then continued,
“Would you use a condom? She is not on the
pill because I’ve had a vasectomy. Don’t make her pregnant.”
The response was quick,
“No way. We will not use a condom. We’re going to fill that hot Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy with hot Hindu cum.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed knew he was defeated and felt lucky for them to agree not to physically hurt her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said,
“Honey, it’s best that you cooperate with them. They agreed not to physically hurt you.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was still weeping some, but said she would do her best.
She knew I was going to rape her whether or not she fought us.
She was concerned about pregnancy, but she had no choice.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said,
“Alright bitch, stand up and take off you nightie.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl reluctantly got up to lift her nightie up over her head.
“Okay, honey pie. Time to get down to it. Finish stripping.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl could barely contain her tears now.
“You pigs. That was horrible.”
“What was, sweetie?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb asked with sadistic pleasure.
“You know what I’m talking about, damn you!”
“Well, maybe we will and maybe we won’t. Right now it’s time for you to strip off that underwear and let us have a look at you.” We both laughed at that.
Then I lifted my nightstick and brought the tip of it up to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s crotch, almost touching her cunt through the thin material of her panties.
“Now strip.” I said, and nudged the nightstick into her groin.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl gasped at the violation, all the more threatening for the lightness of the touch. I turned the nightstick, slowly rotating the tip of it as though it were a drill aimed right at her pubis.
“Come on, now. Let’s see it.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl’s hands were shaking.
She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra.
She took the straps down, but couldn’t bring herself to let it fall from her.
She started to sob now in humiliation.
I approached her, grabbed the bra and slowly, firmly, pulled it off her.
She kept her hands over her breasts, but I leaned in and whispered to her,
“Maybe you want me to do the panties too.”
Still sobbing, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl shook her head.
“No! No, I’ll do it.”
And she did.
She took her hands from her naked breasts, feeling the leering eyes drink them in, and put them in the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down and exposing her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt to me.
“Now stand up straight with your hands above your head.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as she was told, standing naked and utterly exposed to me, crying freely now even though she knew I was getting off on her embarrassment and mortification revealing her sculpted well exercised feminine Saůūdī Årab Muslimā body in all its glory.
Her breasts were full, yet firm, inviting with pink raspberry nipples.
I reached to feel one of her breasts as they were exposed, and responded, “These are nice, aren’t they?”
I then pinched her nipple very hard.
“Ouch!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered. “Ooooooohhh Allaaaaah. You promised not to hurt me.”
I took off my jeans and shorts.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed noticed I had a bigger Hindu Penis than his own.
It was much longer and
bigger, the biggest one he had ever seen.
It was hard and the blood vessels were visible.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was now afraid that I would hurt his
wife Al Firdaus Al Jamāl when I put that Hindu monster Cock in her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed said in a firm voice,
“OK, Durgesh, you’ve showed us what you have, now let’s stop all this nonsense, put your clothes on and I’ll give you some of my beautiful sisters more, somehow.”
“Hold your talk; I’m going to fuck your sexy lady before we leave. When we get through, she will know she has been well fucked.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb spoke, ” Durgesh, go ahead. Get her stretched.”
I didn’t waste any time,
“Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, get up there on your knees at the side of the bed and bend over.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl did as I ordered.
Then I walked up behind her with my Hindu Prick in my hand.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again.
She wasn’t wet and the intruding Hindu Cock was having difficulty
She knew she was dry and thought I would hurt her by forcing the entry.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl said in desperation,
“Aaaahhh. Get the cream from the dressing table drawer and lubricate me. Ooooooohhhhh you are hurting me. Nooooooo Pleaaaasse!”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb fumbled with the drawer, found the bottle and handed it to Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed, startled, received the bottle in his hand.
“WWWW―What do you want?”
“WWWW―What do you mean? What do you mean?”
“N―no! No! You mean I should help my wife getting raped by Durgesh?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.
She turned to Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
“Sorry, Bhābhījān! Bhāijān wants you get fucked dry.”
“Safdarrrrrrrrrrrrr!” Al Firdaus Al Jamāl screamed.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed immediately took out a liberal amount on the head of my Hindu Cock.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed.
She was enjoying her revenge very much.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed had made her mother humiliate Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb had humiliated her mother in return, more.
Now, Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed was being humiliated to the extent.
I pushed to enter Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
After a couple of back and forth strokes, my Hindu Cock was all the way in.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl started weeping again as she braced herself for me to pound her.
She said a prayer to prevent pregnancy.
” Durgesh, this is good Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.”, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said, “You will like it too.”
I started pounding Al Firdaus Al Jamāl with strong Hindu thrusts.
She was moaning and writhing.
“Ooooooohhh Allaaaaaaaaaah, pleeesse not sooo haaaard, Durgesh! Pleeeeese doooont sqeeeeeeeze myyyyy Saůūdī Årab Muslimā nipples theeey aaaare paaaaiiiining”
After continuous five hours of ramming her, I took my Hindu Cock out of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt and rolled her on the bed to make her lie on her belly.
I caught her waist with my hands and pulled her bums up.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl lifted her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass in the air.
She was now bent like a bitch.
She looked at her hubby sitting on the chair and writhing to get free from his
She noticed a small tent at the zipper of his pants.
‘Yā Allah! Yā Allah! Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed is getting excited seeing me raped in front of him.’ She thought.
I pushed my Hindu dick from the back and started thrusting it again and again in her raped Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
“Hmff hmfff Eīshān! Hey Eīshān! Hey Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā! Thank you! Thank you! What a Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Beauty! What a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt!” was the sound I was emitting with each my Hindu thrust.
“Fuchhh fuchhh” was the sound coming out from her now wet Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy and
“ooooooo mmmmmm uuufffff aaaaah oooooohhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!” was the sound coming out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lips. With each Hindu thrust, her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā boobs were bouncing like some ripe fruits.
I fucked and fucked her in this position for 3 hours fifteen minutes. Then I made her lie at her back again and entered her again in missionary style.
I soon began to groan as I speeded up my movements.
Then I yelled as I shot spurt after spurt in her unprotected Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Pussy.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt very ashamed of herself, as she too came with me.
I collapsed on Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
I was breathing heavily lying over Al Firdaus Al Jamāl.
Then I became alert again.
I pulled out from her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt allowing some of my Hindu cum to ooze out and down her leg.
“Mmmmm pretty lovely fuck. But I will love fucking her brain out.”
I moved again in a position to fuck her.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was frightened looking now at the size of my Hindu dick.
It had grown more and more now.
“Alright, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, now you are going to get a real fuck with my Hindu Cock in you. It was only Introduction till now”
I turned towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
“Look, your impotent Saůūdī Årab Musalmān hubby loves every moment of It. Look; he is having a huge erection. Perhaps as not even before.”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl looked at her husband Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed and found the truth behind my comment.
He was having a huge erection and he was writhing on chair.
“Durgesh! let his one hand free. Allow him to masturbate seeing his wife
getting pinned by you.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb winked at me lewdly.
I growled a warning before freeing his left hand from the ropes.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed’s hand at once moved to his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.
He started caressing his Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Nooni.
I caught Al Firdaus Al Jamāl now by her silky brown hair and made her rotate on bed so that her head was towards Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed.
I lifted her waist and placed a couple of pillows below her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass so that her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt was raised and Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could easily see her clean shaved pink slit of vagina.
I then moved near her and placed her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā legs on my Hindu shoulders.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed wept.
I again inserted my Hindu Penis in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt.
” Hmmmmm now It is dry like the sand paper. Ramming a dry Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt gives immense pleasure.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched as I forced the head of my Hindu Prick slightly inside her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā hole.
He knew Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was going to be stretched.
“Aaaaaaahhh “she moaned slightly.
He saw my hands clasp the sides of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā butt to hold her as I prepared to push forward.
He didn’t want her to fall forward away from me.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl felt as if a hot Hindu rod is being rammed into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
The friction made by the dry walls of her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt and the skin of my Hindu Cock made her wince with pain.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered,
“Oooooohhhhh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” as Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed watched my Hindu Cock go about half way in.
I pulled back ready to plunge again.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl yelled,
“Take it easy, Durgesh! I will die with pain. Please get it lubricated by the cream”
” I am not a fool.” I gave a loud laugh ” I love a Saůūdī Årab Muslimā lady crying with pain when I jam this Hindu pole of mine in her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.”
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could see the walls of his wife’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt are stretched to the maximum.
I pulled my Hindu Cock out again. And with much more energy, I buried it
again into her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā cunt.
Again, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl uttered in pain,
Her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā mouth opened for breath and her eyeballs just popped out with intense pain.
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl was nearly senseless.
Evidently, I started taking pity on her as I pulled back a little.
Then I started small back and forth movements going a little deeper each time.
“There, Al Firdaus Al Jamāl, how do you like a real Hindu Cock?”
Al Firdaus Al Jamāl didn’t answer.
She was enduring the pain the best she could.
Not only was she stretched, but also my Hindu Cock was now too long.
I started fucking her while she continued to painfully moan,
“Ooooooohhhhhhh aaaaaahhhhh, uiiiiiiiiii Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed felt sorry for her, but he could do nothing but watch my big Hindu Cock fuck her.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed started yelling as I plunged deeper causing his wife to scream in pain.
I started fucking her with deep thrust. Slowly her cries subsided and moans of intense pleasure took its place.
I fucked and
We lost all track of time.
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1/22: ‘Ādi Parv: Saůūdī Årabia’
وَقُلْنَا يَا آدَمُ اسْكُنْ أَنتَ وَزَوْجُكَ الْجَنَّةَ وَكُلَا مِنْهَا رَغَدًا حَيْثُ شِئْتُمَا وَلَا تَقْرَبَا هَـٰذِهِ الشَّجَرَةَ فَتَكُونَا مِنَ الظَّالِمِينَ
‘ Waqulna ya adamu oskun ant wazawjuk’ aljannata wakula minha raghadan haysu shituma wala taqraba hazihi alshshajarata fatakoona minazzaalimeen.’
‘And We said: ‘O Adam, live in the Garden, you and your wife, and eat abundantly of whatever you wish, but approach not this tree, or ye run into harm and transgression.’
Whatever that moves in the world.
With that renounced, enjoy yourself,
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed could not forget the humiliation and disgrace.
He approached Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s mother.
And then, it happened.
“Al Zubédā Al Wahāb!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed thundered at her daughter, “Why are you so late? You are again late tonight. Shame on you! With that horny Hindu playboy Durgesh ―”
“Ammī Ħuzoor!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb could not bear it, “Your nephew Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed―he talked to you again?”
“He is not my nephew only.” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted, “I fed him my breasts.”
“He is my breast brother thus. Is he not?”
“No! You are not fed my breasts. Your Abbū arranged his sister, Ħaleemā to feed you her breasts.”
“So, Safdar became you dearer than even your own real daughter?” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb also shouted.
“I don’t want to hear that you were trying to seduce that Hindu playboy Durgesh again. Even at too late nights―”
“Shut up!!!!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted vigorously, “Stop advocating that dirty Hindu.”
“I don’t want to hear anything about that dirty fellow. Understand?”
“You don’t know him. You don’t understand him. Moreover, you are not even capable to understand him. Even then you criticize Durgesh as if you know everything about him.”
“Don’t try to dominate me, damn-fool! Let your Abbū come. You want to get beaten now. Shameless, dirty, manners-less girl! You’ll get what you deserve. You are craving for a―”
“Behave yourself, Ammī Ħuzoor!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb thundered at her Royal Mother.
Her mother Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was the real sister of Al Quāsim Al Saåeed.
Al Quāsim Al Saåeed was the new President of Saůūdī Arab Creations.
“What did you say?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed asked as if she could not believe her own ears, “What did you say? I should behave? I― I should behave?”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted.
“How do you talk with Nārāyañ Dév Brahmgyānī? Laughing again and again― and, and you term me shameless. Me?”
“You are blaming me? Your own mother? You bitch― you― you― Let your Abbū come. You will be undressed today and beaten heavily on your nude body. I’ll break your dirty bones in front of your Abbū.””
“Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed! You’ve crossed all the bridges today.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb cried, “Don’t ever dare even to touch me. Let’s see who is undressing whom. You me, or me you! You’ll be so disgraced! Durgesh will―”
“Durgesh―Durgesh―Durgesh. Is he your husband now― is he your Kħasam now that you talk of him twenty-four hours? Says I behave. And, how are you behaving with your own real mother―you bitch!”
Next day Al Zubédā Al Wahāb told every thing to me.
“Yaar! Now it is too much…” I said to my friend Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, “Your Ammī Ħuzoor is not behaving properly.”
“Durgesh darling! I say―”
I tried to console Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
“Hey! Al Zubédā Al Wahāb! Don’t cry Yaar!..I’ll do anything within reason for you…”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb tried to control her sobs.
“Yaar! There is no way to compel my Ammī Ħuzoor to behave. She is so wicked, Yaar! that―”
“Oho…Just tell me what do you want…Where there is a will there is a way…Sālī Bitch will learn to behave…”
“There is a way…” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said….
“Okay! Tell me. I’ve already promised you. I’ll do anything within reason for you.”
“Fuck my Ammī Ħuzoor.”
“What?” I could not believe my own ears.
A daughter is requesting me that I fuck her real mother! Eīshān Eīshān! Shammā Shamīshān!
“Fuck her! Rape her till she is so afraid of us that she can’t ever even think of opposing us!”
“You―you really want your Ammī to be fucked――to be raped by me?”
“Yes! Yesssss!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb thundered, “It is the only way to make that bitch behave.”
“Okay! All right then.” I winked at extremely beautiful Al Zubédā Al Wahāb, “I’m fucking you now. After penetrating your gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass with my Hindu Penis, your Ammī will also get this same greatest Hindu Penis into her every lovely Saůūdī Årab Muslimah hole.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb kissed me passionately with intense eagerness and gratefulness in advance.
“After you―your Ammī. I’ll fuck her Sālī in such a way and even sodomize her in such a way, that she will never forget my Hindu Penis until she lives.”
“That’s what I expected from you, Durgesh! My darling!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb kissed me again, and hugged to display her affection for me.
When we reached her home, there was no one at Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s house except her Ammī Ħuzoor, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was quite a woman.
She was well endowed and she loved sex profoundly.
Her Saůūdī Årab Muslimah ass was something youngsters and elder folks both loved to see swaying when she walked down the road to anywhere.
Her boobies and curvy fleshy Saůūdī Årab Muslimah body was helpful in fantasizing and masturbation to many neighbors.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had a bad temperament because no one had taught her manners.
But today I was going to teach her a lesson or two.
She was alone in house.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb let me in.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was in her master bedroom…lying down on her comfortable large bed in her flimsy nightie…relaxing and enjoying the pleasant afternoon…not realizing that shortly she is going to experience pain and humiliation she never ever imagined…
Slowly I sneaked past the living room and Al Zubédā Al Wahāb indicated me the master bedroom in which Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was alone.
I tiptoed to the room and slowly opened the door.
Before Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could understand anything I was on her head.
“What?…Who are you?….How did you get inside?…Who are you?…Get out!..Get out I say..” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted and exclaimed… afraid of me.
I was quite well built―and most handsome ever.
I was standing so close to her when she was just in her flimsy nightie…
“Oh auntie…oh rather Ammī! Ammī Ħuzoor! Ħuzoor!…Ammi of Al Zubédā Al Wahāb is actually my Saasu Ammi….Why are you so frightened?….” I asked her with a sweet smile..
“Allah!…Don’t you hear…? Aren’t you a law abiding man? …Have entered into my house without my permission…Get out, Otherwise, I’ll call the Police…. Zubédā! O Zubédā!..Phone your Abbu immediately…” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed shouted…now more scared than before…trying to get her nightie cover her nice and beautiful legs…
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb heard her name being called and came into the room…
“What Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed…? You did not recognize my friend…?You did not recognize my friend?”
“Oh…So this dirty dog is your friend?…Sālī Slut!…Why have you brought your Hindu friend in the house..?”
“This is the last time you are insulting me, Bitch!…After today, you will be so afraid of me that…” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said furiously…and then she signaled me.
I was just waiting for this signal…I started climbing on bed…soft large bed…
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed started moving towards one end of the large bed…with fear in her large beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimah eyes…
Slowly she was moving back as she was getting zeroed down by me….
I was smiling at her attempts to save her body from getting ravished..
Suddenly as she tried to push me back…she regretted the step…
I retaliated with such a loud and vicious slap…open palm landing on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s face that painful short cry escaped Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s lips…
She held her still beautiful burning cheek in her hand as she moved back…
“Listen! You can get whatever amount you want…Let me go… Zubédā’s Abbu is due to reach here anytime . You can’t face him…Don’t believe Zubédā …”
Her logic was answered by a laugh by both of us.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was just relaxing back and enjoying the show as I reached very near to Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed…
She did not feel any responsibility to protect her Ammi still now.
“Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed! Ammī Ħuzoor!…Now show me your Saůūdī Årab Muslimah youth….I’m your Hindu son in law Durgesh …Your daughter is not enough to satisfy me fully. Now you should also compensate, darling!..”
I started caressing Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s still extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān cheeks.
“Aha… Yaar, Zubédā!.Your Ammī Ħuzoor’s cheeks are very soft, beautiful and smooth.” I said.
My large rough palm stroking Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s face roughly.
My fingers roughly moving on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s extremely beautiful lips.
I tried to insert one finger in her mouth…
“Ammī Ħuzoor! Just lick my finger assuming it’s my Hindu Penis. You’ll get the real one also. Let’s see…How you lick the substitute.. Abbū has trained you somewhat or not…”
“You dirty swine! Go away…You must be ashamed of yourself… You call me Ammī Ħuzoor…and still try to rape me…Let me go!..Please Zubédā! Explain to him..Explain to him that―” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed pleaded..in a slightly softer way this time…
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb pretended not to listen to her Ammi, as she actively watched me, getting more fun out of her scared Ammī..
“Chāt Sālī Slave!…Bitch!” I roared…
I forcefully inserted my large finger in Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s Ammī’s mouth…
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had no option but to suck my finger…
She watched as I finger fucked her mouth…rotating my finger in her mouth…touching and stroking her wet tongue…after a while, I took my finger out.
“Aha Yaar! Al Zubédā Al Wahāb!…Your Ammī Ħuzoor is very good in licking my to finger …you should also try….”
I pushed her Ammī back.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had no option but to comply…
A tear formed on corner of her eye..as I penetrated her mouth…luscious lovely lips with my tongue….
My oral flavor and saliva were mixing with Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s saliva as I pushed her back and came over her to finish my deep oral fucking…
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed cried softly as I savagely kissed and bit her lips…
A blood drop formed on corner on Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s lip..
This infuriated both of us.. Al Zubédā Al Wahāb as well as me.
“You pushed Durgesh, slut?… Sālī Kameeni…Ħaramzadi…”Al Zubédā Al Wahāb slapped Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed hard…on one cheek and as she recovered…on another cheek…this continued for 2-3 minutes…till Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had quite a number of open palm slaps on both cheeks and her cheeks begin to turn pink…
“It’s all right! It’s all right! Please, forgive me…Don’t beat me…please…Please!….I’m old enough to be your mother. And my own daughter is slapping me..Let me go..” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed pleaded as Al Zubédā Al Wahāb slapped her on both the cheeks till she started to cry loudly and bitterly.. tears begin to flow on her cheeks…
I looked at Al Zubédā Al Wahāb as if telling her to stop the slapping at least now…
I was now quite flushed and hot from this initial game….a lovely mature sexy Saůūdī Årab Muslimah body was next to me and I could do whatever I wanted to do to her…including pain and humiliation even…as her own daughter wanted very much.
I did not like that she slapped her own Ammi.
But I could not differ from her now.
She needed my support to restore her own self pride.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb indicated the nightie of Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed from her eye movement..
I got the signal…time to get serious…
But before I could do anything, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb herself advanced, and held Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s beautiful hair in her right hand.
She pulled her Ammi’s hair two or three times brutally…
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was suffering from pain.
“AAAH…AAHAAA…Let me go…Don’t pull my hair…. Zubédā!….Let me go…AAHH”
The beautiful long hair of Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was causing her pain today…
She was being given cruel painful jerks by her own real daughter.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was holding her long pretty hair in her right hand…and this was just an initial trailer…
I was getting hot.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was enjoying by getting a chance to punish her Ammi, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed.
I had to put up a great show for Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s revenge on her Ammī Ħuzoor!…
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was getting impatient…she whispered to me…
“Durgesh! ..es kutiya ko jaldi se nangi karo…nahin to thođī der mein koi aa jayega es kamīnī firqāparast ki cheekħo-pukaar sunke..”
“Okay Zubédā!…I’m undressing your Ammī ―Your Ammī Ħuzoor now..” I said.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was in a white see through nightie…it barely could hold her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā boobs and was very generous in giving hints about her figure and curves..
I advanced and started to unstrap her nightie from her shoulders…
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb’s Ammī Ħuzoor, quickly realized the game…
She started retorting….
“No―no―You swine!….Don’t undress me…If my husband and son will come, they will kill you…You are undressing a woman of the age of your own Ammi..you dirty swine…..”
None actually was giving an ear to her cries and beggings…
I removed her shoulder straps.
And intoxicated, mature nude Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female breasts openly sprang out..
The great big boobs and nipples of Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed were calling my palms…
They were depicting the signs of bra also….
It seemed as if two spheres of Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female flesh were challenging me.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had reddened out of shame….
She tried to hide her boobs with her hands.
And she lay immediately on her stomach.
….Her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female breasts were exposing themselves from sides even now. …
The nightie of Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed had come to her back.
The almost nude Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was trying to hide her female breasts..But her intoxicating soft heavy Saůūdī Årab Muslimah ass was there openly being exposed to me and to her daughter….
I was so excited watching Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s mast mast Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānd that I put my hand on it….
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed felt as if a shock of an electric current..
….I massaged Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimā buttocks delicately at first.
“Yaar, Zubédā! Your Ammī Ħuzoor’s Saůūdī Årab Muslimaah ass is quite mouth watering! …How soft it is…aha I’m enjoying it very much..Hello, Ammī Ħuzoor! Tumahari yeh mast Gānd kahan chhupa ke rakhī thī ab tak…aaahh..Sālī mast Ammī …wah…ooohh…kitni komal fleshy Gānd hai…..Sālī Kameenī…man karta hai zor zor se dabaoon, masaloon, mera nanga Hindu Lund es Saůūdī Årab Musalmān kutiya kee Gānđ ke sūrakħ se zor zor se ragadoon…aah mast ‘Ammī Ħuzoor’!…I’m enjoying… I’m enjoying ―ohh…essss..Thank you Al Zubédā Al Wahāb!”
“Nahin Durgesh beta!…meri Gānd ko haath mat lagao…please ..aaahh….aise mat dabao..dekho yeh achchhī baat nahin hai…aaahaaaaa…aise zor zor se haath se mat masalo…aaaaah….eeesss…..meri Gānđ ko aise to koi nahin dabata hai…mat karo…main tumhare pair pađtee hoon… Durgesh! … aahhhh … .Al Zubédā Al Wahāb beti! ese mana karo…offohhhhoo…meri adh-nangi Gānđ ko mat ragado…chhođ do, please! betaaaa!..Apnī Ammī jaisī ůmr kee åurat kee Saůūdī Årab Musalmān izzat se mat khelo…” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed kept on moaning.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb saw all this drama…
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb didn’t want her Ammī Ħuzoor to enjoy even a bit…Al Zubédā Al Wahāb brought her mouth to my ear and whispered……
“Yaar.. Durgesh! es Kutiya Ammī ka rape karna hai…Ise pyār nahin karnā hai..Pyār båd men kar lena…Ék bār is kambakħt ko chod loge, to haméshā kħud tumko bula bula kar tumse chudvāyégī. Mérī Ammī hai to kyā huā? Yah itni sexy hai ki iske genes mujhmein hone ki vajah sé hī main bhi itni sexy hoon. Hum iske sāth koī burāī nahīn kar rahé. Main iski beti hoon. Iski bhookħī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Choot ké liyé ék shandar Uncut Hindu Lund kā intezam kar rahī hoon. Dekh lena. Ék bār tumse chud jāné ké båd yah tāzindagī hum donon ko duāyén dégī. Eskī Gānđ ko itna smack karo…itna spank karo…ki Kutiya char din tak baith bhee na paye…Ħaramzadi..Maza le rahee hai..”
“Okay! Al Zubédā Al Wahāb!…Now see…” I licked my lips and kissed Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed’s beautiful gorgeous Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb told me―
“Fuck her now soon. If anyone comes―”
I undressed Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed.
Her nightie was thrown away by me now aside.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was not saying anything now.
However, she was enjoying my every action now.
It was clear.
She could not hide the fact from me.
Moreover, she wanted to kiss me now.
I hadn’t hit her in spite of persistent demands from her own real daughter, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
Was Durgesh treating even her as his new woman?
Allah Allah Kħair Sallah!
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was astonished on herself also.
How was she enjoying it after such a humiliation continuously?
But, she was enjoying.
It cannot be denied.
My actions were winning her.
Then my palm covered her Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Cunt, touched it, squeezed it, and then started to massage it.
Yā Shāhe Madīnā.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not control her now any more.
As soon as my Hindu Penis touched her hand, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed held it involuntarily.
“Enjoying, Ammī Ħuzoor darling?” I winked at her.
“Shut up!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not meet my eyes.
She did not leave my Hindu Penis however.
“Pump it, Sālī!”I admonished her.
“If she does not cooperate spank her, Durgesh darling!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb advised me.
“No―No!” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was afraid of her daughter immediately, “Don’t listen to my daughter, Durgesh! I’m playing with your Hindu Penis now! I’m playing with your Hindu Penis now!”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed also started to lick my Hindu Penis.
Then she took it into her mouth and started to suck it passionately.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb was smiling victoriously.
I lay on my back.
“Come on, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed darling! Sit on my Hindu Penis.” I ordered her.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed hesitated somewhat.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb proceeded.
She made her Ammī Ħuzoor to sit on my Hindu Penis forcibly.
“Ooooohhhhhh yeh kaya ker rahe ho tum donon? Mujhe mmar dalogey kaya? oooooooohhhhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaah!”
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed ko bahut dard hua per Al Zubédā Al Wahāb kahan sunne wali thī!
I started to fuck Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed passionately.
It was a series of climaxes.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was lying on her back on the bed quite exhausted.
Her husband had never fucked her so much as Durgesh has fucked her in a day.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was exhausted.
She had climaxed on my Hindu Penis so much.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed did not know for how much time she lay there exhausted.
When she saw that, her daughter had prepared and was going out again she managed to ask her daughter Al Zubédā Al Wahāb.
“Next time when are you calling Durgesh to disgrace and humiliate me?”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb smiled.
She went out of room.
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb knew now that her Ammī Ħuzoor Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed will now never scold for coming late.
Instead, she will scold her now if she would not bring Durgesh with her.
She did not have another option.
Her Ammī did not allow her to have it.
Sheikħzādā Safdar Al Saåeed also got his share.
He was the person who was actually behind, and actually responsible, for all of it.
“I can’t leave him unpunished.” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb said when I had made her mother, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, my Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Burrāque, my Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ghođī and my great Hindu Penis was visiting her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānđ.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed was uttering:
“Ooooohhhhhh yeh kaya ker rahé ho I bétā? mujhé mmar dalogey kya oooooooohhhhhhh Allaaaaaaaaaah!”
“Sālī!”Main uski dilkash Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānđ mārtā huā Hindi men bolā, “Abhi bhi mujhe bétā kah rahi hai. Bahut Ūnchī chīz hai Yaar, Al Zubédā Al Wahāb! Your Ammī Ħuzoor.”
“Kamīnī Kutiyā!” Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed, “Durgesh is not your bétā any more. He is your Kħasam now forever.”
“Kh―Kħ― Kħasam― Kħasam?” Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed asked.
The entire evertight pathway of her beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass was being stretched up to the point of tearing it up.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not believe she was getting so much pain, yet so much pleasure, simultaneously.
Yet, it was true.
Yet, it was true!
My extraordinary long and thick Hindu Prick was stretching and tearing up her extraordinary beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān ass.
It was vanishing whole into her beautiful mast Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānđ, coming out till only its strongest Hindu knob was inside, and then vanishing again whole into her beautiful mast Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānđ.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could still not believe she was getting so much pain, yet so much pleasure, simultaneously due to the continuous mighty Hindu penetrations of my extraordinary long and thick Hindu Prick into her beautiful mast Saůūdī Årab Muslimā Gānđ.
Yet, it was true.
Yet, it was true!
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed could not deny it to herself at least.
Both her pink round fleshy Saůūdī Årab Musalmān buttocks were filling my nude strong Hindu lap repetitively, moving apart to give space to my throbbing everlongest, everthickest Hindu Penis between them.
They were quivering now on my Hindu male lap.
“Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed darling!” I penetrated her glorious Saůūdī Årab Muslimā ass again, playing with her beautiful erect Saůūdī Årab Muslimā female breasts, “What is the name of your Bhābhījān, Safdar’s mother’s I mean.”
Al Zubédā Al Wahāb laughed in satanic pleasure.
She was also very beautiful.
Safdar had numerous sisters also who were also very very beautiful.
My Hindu Penis was burning more as Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed, even described their beauty to us.
I immediately wanted to fuck all of them.
When I reached the Al Saåeed Royal family, Safdar was not in the palace.
Only his extraordinary beautiful Årab Musalmān mother and sisters were in the royal palace.
His sister, Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed, welcomed me.
“Hello!” extraordinary beautiful Saůūdī Årab Musalmān royal young woman, Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed, smiled at me, “Al Tahajjud Al Saåeed Buā has telephoned. You are Safdar’s friend?”
“Yes, my dear!” I also returned her smile.
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed observed me from head to feet.
“I see! ‘Yes, my dear’? May I ask your good name, please?”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed again observed me from head to feet.
“‘Yes, my dear’? ‘My darling’? Great! I did not know Safdar had so interesting friends.”
“Not friends. ‘Friend’. Singular number.”
Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed smiled vivaciously now.
“I see! I see!”
“Yes! I can also see!”
“You have very beautiful eyes.”
“Thank you. Thank you.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed laughed, “I’m going out at present. Ammī Ħuzoor are in the bathroom, having a bath. You just wait. I’m coming within an hour. Okay?”
“Okay by me.” I also laughed.
“If Ammī Ħuzoor call me and ask for something, will you mind to oblige her?”
“Oh, no. Never! Don’t worry! I always oblige the Beauties.”
“I see. I see.” Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed laughed and went out.
I was sitting now in the royal drawing hall.
I surveyed it.
The House of Saud (آل سعود transliteration: Āl Saåūd) is the royal family of the Kingdom of Saudi Arabia. The modern nation of Saudi Arabia was established in 1932, though the roots and influence for the House of Saud had been planted in the Arabian peninsula several centuries earlier. Prior to the era of the Kingdom’s founder, Abdul-Aziz ibn Saud, the family had ruled the Nejd and had conflicted on several occasions with the Ottoman Empire, the Sharifs of Mecca, and the Al Rashid family of Ha’il. The House of Saud has gone through three phases: the First Saudi State, the Second Saudi State, and the modern nation of Saudi Arabia.
Suddenly, her mother called from the royal bathroom.
“Sāliħā! Sāliħāāāāāāāā! Give me the green towel.”
I immediately welcomed the opportunity.
I took the green towel, lying there, and knocked on the door.
The door opened slightly.
A beautiful pink Saůūdī Årab Muslimah hand appeared and grabbed the towel.
The door was closed again from inside.
She did not even see that it was not Al Sāliħā Al Saåeed. It was I.
I was feeling quite adventurous now.
I peeped into the bathroom through the keyhole.
I became intoxicated.
She was all in nude there.
She was standing and drying her beautiful Årab Muslimah female body.
I was getting mad seeing her naked.
My Hindu Penis was demanding to fuck her.
Suddenly she screamed.
I grabbed the opportunity again.
“Auntie! What happened?”
“Y―Y―Who are you?”
“I’m Durgesh, auntie! Safdar is my friend.”
“Oh! I’ve slipped down. Fallen down. Where is Sāliħā?”
“She has gone out, auntie! She had told me to return in an hour.”
“You are waiting for her?”
“Yes, auntie! She asked me to wait.”
“Are you Sāliħā’s friend also?”
“I think so, auntie! But―”
“Oh, all right. Open the door, sonny! And help me in getting me up.”
I again grabbed the opportunity.
I always did it.
To lose an opportunity― and that even like it was not my work.
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