Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd
I looked at her gravely,
“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”
“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”
“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.
“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”
“You don’t believe in monogamy?”
“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”
“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’
“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”
“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*
“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”
“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”
Not about having a business date.
She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.
She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.
They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.
The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.
At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.
There was a trace of cool air.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.
“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.
“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”
“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”
Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.
How could he manage to make it conditional!
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
And, if not, to be alone so that she could touch it herself.
Yet, the reality was she was helpless to deal with her lust at the Moment, completely at the mercy of the hands of her sexy, but tentative Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh, the sixty five years old ever young Hindu miracle.
Eventually I decided I was about to burst if I kept touching her.
I ended the sexual tension as I picked her up and tossed her into the pool before diving in myself.
Both of us knew something was changing, yet both of us were unsure how to deal with the changing Ashvinātam relationship.
That afternoon Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid went shopping and bought a couple new toys for the bedroom, her sexual appetite not being quenched by her tiny vibrator.
A ten inch dildo, an eight inch vibrator with a dozen speeds and a massage wand were all things she looked forward to experimenting with to keep her sexually satiated and also to keep her from walking into my room and raping me.
Although she was pretty confident I would love it.
Each day Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid posed in a new outfit, each day my touches grew more and more intimate, and each day both of us pleasured ourselves with fantasies of crossing the line that was blurring more and more every day.
As much as I was getting more aggressive with my touching, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was getting more seductive in her attire choices and scenarios:
-She lounged in the hot tub wearing a sexy one-piece.
-She sat on a running washing machine barely able to not come while I moved her around, oblivious to the impact of the vibrations of the machine on her ardent Musalmān pussy.
-She posed in all white lingerie: bra, garter, stockings and thong that had me near eruption at first sight, her legs looking sexy as hell in the silk stockings.
I, of course, spent even longer touching her Musalmān buttocks, the feeling of the silk a major turn-on.
-Then she pushed the envelope even further sauntering in late one evening wearing a Cat woman outfit, knowing full well that I loved Batman and particularly the original Cat woman: Julie Newmar, whom I met once on a shoot she was at when I was younger.
This was the day that I, without a doubt, knew Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid was enjoying this…enjoying the intimate Moments with me.
Nevertheless, she was teasing me and enjoying it.
It meant she was willing to cross the line?
I was both horny and indecisive and wanting to know if I should push it further.
During these teasing days, I indeed did get more aggressive.
I began to tell her to freeze randomly throughout the day while she was cooking or doing housework.
I started getting bolder as well, building confidence by inferring her outfit choices were a hint of her desire.
I began to slyly move my hands over her chest, never stopping but definitely crossing a line, and even began kissing her arms, neck and ear.
For Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid her neck was her trigger button and her knees gave out every time her neck was touched by my lips.
I, of course, noticed that Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid not only moved every time I kissed her neck, but her whole neck would go red.
This was an advantage I planned to keep working on in my attempt to eventually sleep with Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, her hunger to somehow make this relationship sexual growing with every day, every touch, considered a more blunt approach.
As I was definitely getting more aggressive, but still not going for the sexual jugular, she created a conversation to push the situation further.
Dressed in a ridiculously sexy cheerleader outfit, wearing pigtails, and standing up with her arms in the air with Pom Poms in her hands, she posed in my bedroom, another not so subtle hint of her intentions.
I gasped when I walked into my bedroom and saw Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid in the outfit.
Like all teenage boys, cheerleaders are like kryptonite.
My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately got hard and I tried to slyly adjust myself, but Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid noticed.*
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t help but smile at seeing her impact on me, sensing the intimate end was close.
“Well, a few perverts are slyly touching my vagina and making me moan,” She admitted quite boldly, entirely bravely unashamed of herself, “plus, my nipples get hard so easily when touched sexually.”
It was clearly a naughty opportunity.
I could never fail to sense it.
I walked in front of her,
“So you need to be able to be molested and not react?”
“Yes,” she nodded.
“Do you want me to help you with this?” I asked.
Unlike before when I slowly moved my hands over them, this time I cupped them.
I couldn’t believe I was being allowed to feel her extremely beautiful Musalmān breasts, breasts she had fantasized me about cupping forever. I gave a firm squeeze before moving behind her, slowly putting my hand on her back and guiding her forward to finally bend her over like she had wanted to since day one of this crazy mannequin play time.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, having given so many hints, was hoping I would take those hints and just flip up the skimpy skirt, tug down her thong and bury my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ; but instead I slowly moved my hand over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī firm round Musalmān ass, squeezing it firmly.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid barely held in a moan, the anticipation of more fogging her head.
I pondered just asking her, ‘Do you want me to fuck you?’, but my smart cunning unorthodox demeanor rejected the lustful arrogant male persona that just was me.
Instead, I moved my hand smartly between her legs and to her burning female Musalmān crotch for the first time.
To my pleasant surprise, as my fingers touched her pussy, I felt her female Musalmān wetness.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t help it,
she moaned loudly, her growing female Musalmān lust to be with me only enhancing the Ashvinātam pleasure.
Shame briefly cascaded through her at allowing the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, to touch her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, yet her ever aggressive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust overpowered the shame.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, instead, wiggled slightly against my finger.
“You definitely do need to work on this.”
“I knooooow,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid whispered, wishing I would slide my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund beneath the thin fabric and fuck her.
My finger lingered a few seconds before I suggested,
“I think all this weekend I will test you.”
“Okay,” she agreed, feeling a sudden emptiness as my finger moved away.
“Unfortunately, I am meeting up with Al Fātimah tonight,” I reluctantly said, looking at the clock and realizing I was going to be late, annoyed I had already made plans. “Actually, I’m going to be late.”
“Oh, okay,” she said, more disappointment hitting her.
“Trust me, I’ll fuck you this weekend.”
“Promises, promises,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid flirted, standing up and turning around to coyly smile at me.
“Freeze,” I ordered.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid obeyed.
I put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund on her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and rubbed it slowly, wanting to get her sexually excited.
Immensely happy, immensely pleasantly surprised, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid struggled not to moan, my confident expression turning her on even more, yet my unwillingness to just take complete control also frustrating her.
I moved away and smiled, “Have a great night, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.”
I kissed her on her quivering Musalmān lips and left her stewing in lust.
As soon as Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid heard the front door close, she fell onto my bed and began frantically rubbing herself, coming in seconds.
Why the hell didn’t he penetrate Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid?
As she lay there completely spent, she wondered what more she had to do to make me know, without a doubt, how much she wanted me.*
Saturday morning, Valentine’s Day, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid dressed in only her underwear and a long man’s button-up shirt as she made breakfast.
I came in and my morning wood stayed awake as I ordered,
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid smiled as she froze with a spatula in one hand and a pan in the other.
I moved to her, took the items out of her hands, and hugged her.
I then fondled her breasts and moved in so my lips were just brushing hers.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wanted to kiss me, to give in to the lust she had been feeling grow more and more each day until it was at the undeniable fever pitch it now was.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid moaned, the Moment of intimacy finally at hand, waiting for my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to slide inside her.
I teased Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s, now immensely greedy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, while staring simultaneously into her beautiful Musalmān eyes looking for an invitation to do more.
I decided to go for, and after a couple minutes of teasing her, put my other hand on her Musalmān asscheeks, moved in and gave Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid a deep, you’re-not-just-my-Bahū Bégum, kiss, while continuing to tease her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with the constant rubbing of ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lundhead.
She somehow remained still, although when her tongue parted my lips, I responded with my tongue also.
The Ashvinātam kiss lasted minutes, both of us doing no more, no less, than kissing, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund never going any further, only teasing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot rubbing between her constantly quivering welcoming Musalmān labial lips.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid couldn’t believe how natural it felt, the weeks of waiting somehow further enhancing the Moment.
I meanwhile couldn’t believe this was happening.
The whole time I was kissing her, exploring her mouth, I was wondering what I should do next.
She was committing Ashvinātam Sex.
Feeling overwhelmed, she broke the kiss and stammered,
“T-t-thanks for the practice.”
“Sure thing, Bahū Bégum,”
Nevertheless, I felt as if I had been punched in the gut.
That was the possibility however dealing with the over devotional beautiful Musalmān houseladies first time.
I was sure I had read the signs properly, and even being rejected thus, didn’t make me disillusioned with the whole thing.
We ate in relative silence, and then I boldly prepared to leave for work, my sex therapy job, with my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies patients.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid felt guilt during all her breakfast both at her lustful desire for me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, and for pushing me away seeing in my eyes the hurt her rejection had on me.
I could still read my Bahū Bégum anymore.
Before being pushed away today, I would have hoped that this meant crossing the line; what better day than Valentine’s Day to show complete love for someone.
Yet, now I wasn’t so sure; but hoping it was still a possibility, I agreed tentatively,
All day, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replayed the past month; she replayed how increasingly intimate it had gotten.
She replayed my hands on her breasts and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund touching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Lastly, she replayed the morning’s kiss.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid saw me as a man, a lover.
She decided she was going to go for the sexual kill, putting herself out there completely.
She was going to make herself completely vulnerable by giving herself to me.
She went shopping and purchased red sexy lingerie: bra, thong and thigh high stockings.
She got into the outfit and lay on my bed waiting for me to get home.
I came home feeling a mixture of excitement and caution. The look in her eyes as I left, gave me hope, yet being pushed away when I kissed her, gave me caution.
Albeit after a few minutes a lot of passion, cautioned me again.
Walking in the house, I closed the door and heard my Bahū Bégum call out,
“I’m in your room, honey.”
Excited, praying I hadn’t read all the signs wrong, I walked into my room to see Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid on all fours, on my bed, in all red lingerie.
She was staring at me and said, in her frozen state, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
I moved to my bed, all my cautions washing through me at once. I said,
“I think today we will really test your ability to stay frozen.”
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid held in a moan, but couldn’t hold back a yelp when after a few seconds I playfully slapped her ass.
I then moved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund down the crack of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and all the way to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Let’s see if you have finally mastered staying frozen.”
“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, the anticipated Ashvinātam pleasure was too much to hold in.
“You’re not being a very good statue today, Bahū Bégum,” I scolded, as I quickly pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I’m a bad Bahū Bégummmmmmmm,” she moaned, deciding to continue to give every hint of her willingness to commit the ultimate sin.
“I don’t want you to get fired,” I continued, furiously fucking her, hard enough she couldn’t help but move. “You need to be able to stay frozen while getting stimulated.”
“I know,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid moaned again, “but your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund is so hard.” After a Moment, she added, wanting my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, “Maybe I need your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth first, to keep me quiet.”*
I froze myself, the offer of oral sex now was certainly new to this crazy, kinky game.
“Is that what my Bahū Bégum wants, her mouth filled?”
“Yes, my darling Hindu father in law husband,” she agreed, “Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Bahū Bégum wife now, desperately wants to have her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth filled with your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund first completely. You can fill my other Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān holes with it afterwards.” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid winked at me naughtily.
I picked her up and put her on the floor repositioning her on her knees, her face now directly in front of my Hindu crotch.
Deciding to really enjoy the act, I dressed myself again, put her hand on my zipper and then moved her hand.
That was followed by moving her arms to tug my pants down and then my underwear.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid‘s eyes got big.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth watered and automatically opened up ready to receive my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.
I looked down at her, her extremely beautiful open Musalmān mouth was so inviting, but again I was cautious, nevertheless.
I was 99 percent sure we were both thinking the same thing, but deciding I wanted to be 100 percent correct I asked,
“Does Bahū Bégum mannequin still want her mouth filled?”
“Allah, yes,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replied.
My hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was an inch from her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moved forward and slid my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid‘s panties instantly dampened the Moment her mouth was full.
She wanted to bob on the big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but remained frozen as instead I began to fuck her mouth.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid’s greatest fantasy was taking shape, as I slowly moved my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her mouth.
I knew I was going to last long, the anticipation building for weeks, and after more than a couple of hours of slow moving back and forth I was close to coming.
I pulled out and asked,
“Does Bahū Bégum mannequin swallow?”
“Bahū Bégum mannequin does whatever you ask her to,” she responded, wanting me to understand she was giving herself mind, body and soul to me.
After some more strokes, I groaned and declared,
“Here it comes, Bahū Bégummmmmmmm.”
I continued slowly moving in and out until every last drop of my Hindu cum had been deposited.
Pulling out, I lifted her back onto the bed, laid her onto her back and decided it was time to worship perfection.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid lay there both vulnerable and excited; with the line now crossed, the guilt and caution dissipated completely.
She lifted my right leg up and moved my foot to her lips.
I had rarely my feet pleasured, other than a massage, and as I watched the extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady treat her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā with such tenderness, I fell even more in love with Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.
She never was my Bahū Bégum, actually.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid replicated the attention on the other foot and then lowered my legs back onto my bed.
I then moved to her breasts and asked, like a gentleman considering I had just come in her mouth a few minutes ago, “Can I take your bra off, Bahū Bégum?”
“Please do,” Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid asked, smiling at my tentativeness still, now that all the lack of clarity was gone.
I pulled her up, expertly unclasped her bra and leaned her back down.
“I have wanted to see these like this forever.”
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, breaking character, responded,
“I love you, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” as I leaned down and took her right nipple in between my thumb and forefinger.
The pleasure of having her nipple squeezed was sending chills through her very Musalmān being.
I spent an eternity going back and forth between her tits, before finally going to her neck and splattering her with my hot Hindu masculine kisses.
“Allah! Oh God, my dear new Hindu husband forever,” she moaned, “you have found my weak spot.”
“You are my weak spot,” I responded.
“You know just what to saaaaay,” she whispered, her body and mind going to mush.
I then slowly slithered my way, my lips never breaking contact, between her breasts, slipping around her belly button and eventually reaching her sweet spot.
“Allah! God, yes, Durgesh,” she encouraged, “I’ve been waiting for this for so looong.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised to hear such a blunt declaration.
“Yes, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I always wanted you to be my lover. My duly married Musalmān husband wasn’t wrong completely after all. He knew what I actually wanted to do forever. I never lied to him. I never hid it from him.” she continued, throwing her heart on her sleeve, that is, if she had been wearing any.
“Oh, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I groaned, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was hard again as I continued kissing her.
Her taste as perfect as I imagined it would be.
“Do you too want to be my lover, Durgesh?” she asked.
I said, between kisses,
“Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, I want to be your everything.”
“Oh yes, Durgesh, I want your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in me now,” she moaned, desperate to feel my Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.
Those were the words she had been dreaming of speaking to me forever.
I moved up, positioned my stiff ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and watched as it disappeared inside her.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I groaned, in awe of the reality that my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now entirely buried in Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.
“Now it’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked,” she said, wrapping her legs around me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, “and I need it bad, Durgesh. So please, fuck me hard.”
“As you wish,” I agreed, the words were music to her ears.
I began pumping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Oh yesssss, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyāaaaaaaaaaaaa,” she moaned, “I love your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest.” And she did…and now that she had crossed the line, she reveled in declaring it, in making it even more taboo by talking it shamelessly.
“And I love fucking you, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid,” I grunted, watching in awe as her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body moved with my each deep Hindu thrust; watching in awe at her beautiful faces of pleasure; listening in awe to the naughty words coming out of my extremely beautiful new Musalmān wife.
Every fantasy she ever had about me had culminated in this Moment, this reality and Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid didn’t want it to ever end.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid rubbed her clit, her long denied orgasm rising rapidly after just a couple of minutes of being fucked.
She continued talking, wanting to hear me talk sexy too, “Oh yes, Durgesh, tell me I’m your Bahū Bégum, your sexy, fuck toy Bahū Bégum.”
She still enjoyed incestuous sex with me!
Nevertheless, she wasn’t alone.
Saying such words were out of my comfort zone, yet they flowed out of her mouth naturally as I continued fucking her, each hard forward Hindu thrust was now making slapping sounds.
“You like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid? You like being pounded by me, the ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?”
“Oh yes, honeyyyyy, more, more,” she begged, frantically rubbing her clit, euphoria imminent.
“Come for me Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid, come all over your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund,” I continued, wanting to make her come, to get her off.
“Come now, Bahū Bégum, come like the Bahū Bégum slut you are, my Bahū Bégum slut,” I demanded, sensing she needed to be talked dirty incestuous to so she could reach orgasm.
“Yessssss, you Bahū Bégumchod Hinduuuuuuuuuuuuu,” she screamed as the eruption finally hit her, creating tremors and pulsations that hit every inch of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
I continued fucking her, watching her scream and orgasm which somehow made her even more beautiful and made my Hindu balls begin to boil for a second time.
“Oh yes, Durgesh,” she moaned, staring into my eyes and sensing I was close too. “Fill your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with your Hindu cum my Hindu father in law husband forever, I want to feel you spray your Hindu seed deepest in me.”
“You want to come in your Bahū Bégum wife,” she asked coyly before giving a second option, “Or would you rather come all over your Bahū Bégum’s face?”
I had always hated to do such an inhuman useless naughty act, another fantasy of her and I grunted, taking control again, as I pulled out, got off the bed and ordered,
“Get on your knees, my Musalmān slut.”
She quickly obeyed, loving a man who knew what she wanted, and opened her mouth just in time to have me shove it in.
I roughly fucked her face, dying to cum, and loving the loud slobbering sounds coming from Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid.
Desperately close, I pulled out, pushed it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again deepest, and began furiously pumping my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in out and in.
“Oh yes, you sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucking Hindu stud, come all over into your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest,” she begged, her incestuous dirty talk was the last straw to my orgasm.
“That’s it my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fill your Bahū Bégum wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely,” she purred, as one last stream hit her, forgetting just how warm my Hindu cum was when it splattered into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot deepest everywhere.
It was then I realized why she was so incestuous after all.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wasn’t actually enjoying incest with me.
Al Tahajjud Al Kħālid wasn’t incestuous actually as she claimed.
She was avenging her Musalmān husband.
They all were.
They were not my Bahū Bégum wives actually as they claimed to be.
They were avenging thus their Musalmān husbands they reviled infinitely.
That’s why they were my Bahū Bégum wives actually.
Not actually because they loved incest.
“I can’t believe we did it,” I said, the reality of our act finally hitting me now that I was thinking with the head on top of my neck.
“I can’t believe we waited this long,” she countered, taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-five years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund back in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She had no regrets even after the act was done.
She loved me and this was the most intimate way to show it.
Looking into my eyes, she asked,
“You don’t regret it, do you?”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, noooooooooo, Never! Certainly not! We are Hindu husband and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife now, forever!” I said, “I am just still in awe of it all.”
“Good, because your new Bahū Bégum wife expects this to be a regular thing,” she declared, “in fact, I hope you plan to sleep in my bed from tonight.”
“Sure, my new Bahū Bégum wife, I plan to sleep in our bed every night,” I corrected, stressing the word ‘our’.
“Well, you are the man of the house,” she smiled.
“I love you, Bahū Bégum,” I said gently.
We both looked into each other’s eyes and saw infinity.
Tonight was the beginning of our infinity.
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As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood in her bathroom toweling herself off, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked at her reflection in the mirror and thought to herself.
My athletic Hindu male body’s perfect, absolutely perfect even at my sixty five.
Wasn’t it a miracle?
Yes, but true.
It looks the best.
And so was her own athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body for a woman her age.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz rubbed the towel over her sensitive breasts and nipples Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment.
“These, like some other parts could be a little firmer and perkier I guess,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered to herself with a smile.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz left the bathroom without bothering to get dressed.
The hell with dressing.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply didn’t feel like it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to be nude.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went to the kitchen, made herself a cup of coffee, and stood at the sink, deep in thought, looking out at her lush garden.
It was a bright, clear day outside.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took her coffee and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went out into her garden.
As she meandered along the narrow stone pathway, she admired the neatly trimmed flowers and plants.
This part of the garden was protected by a stonewall that afforded complete privacy.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz used often to come out here in the nude.
It was one of her secrets!
One of the few benefits of living alone.
The sunshine was warm on her naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt incredibly free.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat down on the small stone bench in the shade near the garden fountain thinking about what had happened and what was to come.
Her ambivalence was very strong.
Her father in law, a Hindu, is a grown man, a wonderful lover of beautiful Musalmān houseladies and the sex we’d had together was incredible.
Yet no matter how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to turn it, I was still her father in law, a Hindu.
The soft sound of the water falling into the fountain was soothing and, strangely enough, it gave Ghausiyah Imtiyāz the feeling that somehow everything was going to be okay.
Not surprisingly, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought about what happened in her father in law, a Hindu’s bed was making Ghausiyah Imtiyāz even more aroused.
Is that what entire Musalmān houseladies feel when they fuck a Hindu first?
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was not naïve.
Naturally, after we’d broken down some barriers and had sex things changed in a big way.
The one important part for Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was the feeling of release.
It was almost as if, someone finally opened a heavy door that had been closed for a long, long time within her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had forgotten just how powerful it felt to have a man between her legs and feeling her filling every inch of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot as I fucked her and that same man using every ounce of her strength to give her pleasure.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was surprised that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had hidden so many of her own desires such as the feelings of having a man’s naked body on herself and feeling his hot breath on her neck and shoulders as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
It was easier to think of her father in law, a Hindu, as simply a strong young man who was making love to the Musalmān woman in Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
One of the things that stuck in her mind so tenaciously was the way that I would softly whisper in her ear telling her what I felt , describing what was happening in the most explicit way as I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
It was vulgar, it was erotic, it was full of passion, yet Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t realized how deeply erotic it was to hear my breathless whispers, my lips close to her ear, telling her what I was doing to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz at every Moment.
In addition, how good and powerful I make Ghausiyah Imtiyāz feel as my athletic Hindu male body, especially her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, responds to my deep and powerful Hindu thrusts into her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī female body.
After we had sex that first time, it was as if an emotional floodgate had opened in each of us for different reasons.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t realize how deeply we needed each other at the time.
There were many brief Moments when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz forgot that, I was Durgesh, her father in law, a Hindu.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz admitted that it was because Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t want to face any of it at that Moment.
What was important was that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt desired and young.
At the same time, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt somewhat sad that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed so much sex over the years, while this Anant Muslimātchod Hindu was always available to her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t remember a time in her life where Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had felt so free about sex and sharing pleasure with a man.
Moreover, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to try and bring back all that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed over the years.
A gentle, warm breeze came up and softly ruffled the leaves on the grass near her feet.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took a sip of her coffee and watched a hummingbird hover near the top of the fountain before darting off across the garden.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was a little saddened that it took her father in law, a Hindu, to unlock within Ghausiyah Imtiyāz what my Musalmān stepson never could.
Now, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted us to explore sex together, to learn and especially to be unafraid to try new and different things together without any feelings of guilt or embarrassment.
She was afraid of what we were sharing wouldn’t last forever.
And, when that day finally came, the sex and intimacy that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and I shared would then become a deeply held secret between us.
And what we shared would be a pleasant memory of a shared love just between a Hindu man and a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman who, in a short period in their lives, simply needed each other.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up from the bench and stepped into the warm sunlight again.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz paused a Moment before reluctantly going back into the house.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz needed to get dressed just in case her father in law, a Hindu, might bring some of her friends home when I returned.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz honestly hoped that I would come home alone.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put on a pair of tight fitting jeans, a loose fitting white cotton blouse, and her sandals.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t bother putting on her panties or bra.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went into her bathroom, put on a little make-up, and brushed out her hair before Ghausiyah Imtiyāz puttered around the house with little chores that kept her busy.
Early in the afternoon Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was sitting at her computer in her home office working on a short story when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard the front door open and her father in law, a Hindu, come in.
Suddenly, and for no apparent reason Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt a wave of panic come over her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat unmoving in her chair.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her heart beating in her chest.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard my footsteps coming down the hallway.
What if none of it actually happened, what if it wasn’t real? Was the thought that flooded her mind. What if—”
“Hey, there you are,” her father in law, a Hindu, said as I came to the door.
“How was the fishing,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked trying to sound normal.
“Pretty bad,” I said with a laugh, “It was really just a good excuse for us Hindu guys to sit in a boat on the lake, drink juice/beer and talk about beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women.”
“I hope you didn’t tell everything,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said with a weak laugh, immediately wishing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t said it.
I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz with a smile as I said,
“Certainly not. Not a chance…not that. How are you doing, darling?”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew my question really meant how was Ghausiyah Imtiyāz doing after what happened the night before.
“I’m doing fine…absolutely fine,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz answered honestly.
“Yeah, me too,” I said with a warm smile. “I better get a shower…Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, my immensely beautiful Bahū Bégum cum wife, I really need it.” I paused as I looked directly into her beautiful Musalmān eyes and said, “Would you like to join me, my love?”
My words jolted Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and her stomach tightened.
Moreover, a thrill went through her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body and all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was nod.
Our eyes held for a Moment before I turned and went toward the bathroom.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me turn on the shower and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz still hadn’t moved from her chair.
A minute or so later, I appeared at the door and I was completely nude.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was hard and standing straight out from my athletic Hindu male body pulsing every few seconds as I looked at Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
The dark pink head was almost completely emerged from the Hindu foreskin that surrounded it, the unique specialty of Hindus Musalmān womankind were obsessed with, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could see a pinpoint of light reflecting off of the precum that oozed from the tip of my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Water’s ready if you are, darling.” I said with a smile.
“I’m ready,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz mumbled softly.
She couldn’t believe I was taking it all so normally.
Why the hell couldn’t Ghausiyah Imtiyāz herself?*
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up and unbuttoned her jeans.
Slowly she started to slip them down over her hips as I watched Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated for a brief Moment before slowly exposing her hair-covered throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to my absolutely shameless boldest Hindu male gaze.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund jerked with a normal spasm of anticipation as I let out a soft groan of desire.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let her jeans fall to her ankles and stepped out of them as I unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor behind me.
I came toward Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, put my arms around her and pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz against my naked Hindu male body.
As her lips found mine and we kissed deeply, our tongues were gently dueling in passion.
Her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body felt hyper-sensitive to my touch, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was ready to have another orgasm from nothing more than just my touch on her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān skin.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself moaning as we stood there holding each other.
“Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I could hardly wait until I could get off of that damned boat,” I whispered as I kissed her neck. “All I could think, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, about was getting back here as soon as possible. Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I kept worrying that you might have changed your mind or had second thoughts about what we did.”
“I was worried the same about you,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.
We broke off our embrace and went into the bathroom where I stepped into the hot shower first and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz followed behind me.
My handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund brushed across her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass, as I closed the sliding shower door.
It was all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do to keep from dropping to her Musalmān knees and taking my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her mouth.
I soaped her back and shoulders before bringing my hands around and spreading the white lather on her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breasts.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt as if her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body was completely mine to do with what I wanted.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned to face me and we kissed as I trailed the lather down over her abdomen to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and around to her extremely beautiful, heavy, gorgeous, glamorous, perfectly round, athletic, firm, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
Her movements were slow and highly erotic.
Our bodies pressed and brushed each other’s.
Naked Stavak Hindu male flesh against naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān flesh.
Her heart was pounding with excitement and anticipation of what was to come.
“I’ll do anything you want, my athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body is yours to enjoy,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said to me as I held my arms around Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
She was getting her self-confidence back eventually, though rather slowly somewhat.
The last of the soap lather had rinsed off of our bodies as we still stood under the shower nozzle embraced in deep French kissing.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was again fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my Uncut Hindu Lund inserted into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled it out boldly and held my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stroked it and was amazed at how hot it felt to her touch.
“Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, are you ready to go into the bedroom and fuck?” I whispered in her ear.
The pure sensual vulgarity of my question turned Ghausiyah Imtiyāz on even more and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wondered how I knew her secret?
How I knew that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz loved erotic, vulgar talk during sex, even if it was incestuous?
Allah, how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hated her immensely incompetent Musalmān husband.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to punish and humiliate him preferring an older Hindu, his own Hindu father, on him.
Wasn’t it more humiliating for the bastard?
Then it dawned on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
If I’d actually hidden in her closet watching Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as she masturbated, I would certainly know about her secret lust for erotic talk during sex!
Yes, when she masturbated Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fantasized about me fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and she used vulgar and erotic language to heighten the experience.
We stepped out of the shower and took turns drying each other off which, naturally leading to another bout of sensuous kissing; our tongues attacking each other’s with erotic intensity as our bodies pressed tightly against each other’s.
It was a powerful level of passion that, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hadn’t felt in years.
Moreover, it intoxicated her with her own desire.
I took Ghausiyah Imtiyāz by the hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom where I gently, but firmly, urged Ghausiyah Imtiyāz onto her bed.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lay on her back Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled her thighs up toward her chest and spread them apart exposing her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot to me in a lewd invitation to do with her as I wanted.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded with a whisper. “Fuck me and fill me with your hard Anant Muslimātchod Hindu manhood!”
I got on the bed and knelt between her legs facing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
I hesitated as my gaze seemed to be locked on the sight of her exposed, wet Musalmān Choot, almost as if seeing it for the first time.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was only inches from the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was impatient to feel it inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slipped her hand down her belly and ran her fingers over her clitoris several times before she used two fingers to spread her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips apart, exposing the very entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womanhood to me.
“Fuck me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pleaded again.
“Yes Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, I am going to fuck you now,” I said softly. “I am going to slide my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into your sweet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and fuck you as long and as hard as you want!”
The sexy words out of my mouth electrified Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as I leaned my athletic Hindu body forward placing my arms on both sides of her shoulders.
Her face was only inches from mine when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my handsome legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund come in contact with her wet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips causing her to cry out softly.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my hot breath on her neck as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed even harder on the lips at the entrance of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Suddenly her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān lips yielded, allowing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to rush into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and filling her sensitive throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my hard Hindu tool.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz hesitated a Moment and kissed me on my lips before I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with a steady rhythm of sexual pleasure and desire.
All Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was to whisper softly each time my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund filled her and there was no doubt that a powerful orgasm was building deep inside her.
“How many men have been in your beautiful Musalmān cunt before me…fucking you like I’m fucking you now,” I asked breathlessly.
My question sent a jolt of intense eroticism through her whole athletic Musalmān body.
“How many men have enjoyed fucking you?”
“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson…it’s…it’s been a long time,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stammered honestly.
“How many men before me have left their cum deep inside your sweet Musalmān cunt as they sucked on your tits?” I asked as I stroked my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that I not only knew her secret passion of vulgar talk during sex but she loved it too!
“Only one, your ever incompetent ever stupid Musalmān stepson had fucked me,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz smiled boldly somewhat. “Fucked me in the same hole you’re fucking my throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot in right now,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz groaned. “How many young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls have felt your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund inside their tight Musalmān cunts,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to ask as I began fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot harder.
Her words clearly aroused me and that even turned me on even more.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund continued to thrust into Ghausiyah Imtiyāz aggressively…and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted more.
“I’ve fucked a countless of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls with tight Musalmān pussies but none of them had a beautiful Musalmān cunt like yours, recently.” I said. I paused before adding, “There’s so much I want to do with you, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz. So many ways Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I want to have sex and fuck you!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in total ecstasy and felt as if Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had no control on her own body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her first orgasm on the verge of exploding inside her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could neither slow it down or hold it back, it would do what it wanted…taking control when it was ready.
“You’re such a good fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law,” I panted as I kept fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot. “Do you realize that I am fucking you at this very minute? Do you realize that your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu is fucking your throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and is almost ready to cum deepest inside you just like I did last night?”
“Yes,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me harder than your Musalmān stepson ever could!”
That was all it took for her orgasm to slam inside her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself crying-out as her whole Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body tightened before jolting hard with the power of her orgasm.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with rapid strokes when suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could tell by the look in her eyes that I was starting to cum too.
“Fuck Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, fuck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund!”
Our bodies were slamming together as I uttered, “Yes, oh Fuck! Fuck! Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I’m cuming inside you! I am ─ NOW!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund shudder as it began spewing my hot Hindu cum inside her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz let out a loud groan as I kept pumping her, ejaculate, into the dark depths of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz moaned loudly and clutched the strong muscles of my back with her fingers as I emptied the contents of my Hindu balls into her tight Musalmān hole.
Her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, in fact her whole Musalmān body, continued to spasm lewdly with each Hindu stroke of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund that went especially deeply inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Undoubtedly, this was the most intense fuck Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ever had, even more intense than when we’d fucked the night before.
We began fucking slower until we stopped completely, our bodies satisfied for the moment.
I was still lying on Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as we kissed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund didn’t soften nor slipped from the grasp of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I didn’t move over and lay on her still now.
We lay facing each other.
We spoke in soft terms, fondled, touched, and caressed each other in the afterglow of intensely satisfying sex.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was curious about something and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to ask me a question that had been in her mind since the first time Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fucked me the night before.
“Where did you ever learn how to make love like that? Your stepson never made love to me like that. It’s not something you learn from a book or the internet,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.
“You countless Musalmān houseladies.
“Not what,” I said. “Definitely.”
My professor of Årabic Literature of the nineteenth Century taught me about making love to a Musalmān woman specifically.
I had had several Musalmān girlfriends in college and they were, well, like me, young and ready but not very experienced.
The professor was very different.
she was a divorced, mature Musalmān woman in her fifties and clearly the most sensuous and sexual Musalmān woman I’ve ever met until then.
Her name was Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and I saw her as often as I could ─several times a week.
It wasn’t uncommon that we’d spent an entire weekend in bed together.
Almost nothing was considered off-limits to her as long as it pertained to sex.
She taught me a lot about Musalmān women and sex,” I added.
“What happened?” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz asked.
“Nothing,” I laughed. “Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, darling, I still see her occasionally.”
I leaned forward and began caressing her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast with my hand as I looked deeply into her eyes.
My fingers lightly circled her areola causing her nipples to come erect; perfect for kissing on.
Her warm tongue stroked and teased me sending a warm and erotic feeling through my whole body.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund beginning to become erect and press inside her Musalmān Choot and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew we were going to fuck again.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel herself slipping into a state of deep, all-consuming, sexual desire as I kissed her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast.
Nevertheless, before that happened, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz struggled to keep a clear head.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to tell me that we needed to talk about some things ─ important things about what we were doing.
I stopped kissing on her nipples and looked up and into her eyes.
“There’ll be plenty of time for that later,” I said softly as her hand moved up between her thighs, stopping at her wet, freshly fucked throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Her fingers parted her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot lips and found her clitoris and I began to softly stroke it.
Then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lifted her upper leg and placed it over my hip giving me complete access to her athletic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body once again.
“Fuck me, Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, ” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered. “We’ll talk later…just fuck me!”
1. Bahoo Begum
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Everbest Wives
I was a Greek god as if now.
I was not six feet tall, medium height only.
Yet, I wasn’t a nobody.
Not only my women, almost everyone too, kept an eye on me what I wanted actually.
I wasn’t a President or Prime Minister of any nation either.
Yet, I always tried to manage my children get everything they actually needed.
I took one look into Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s beautiful green Musalmān eyes and I gave her whatever she wanted, a new phone, a new computer, a new car, money to go shopping with her friends.
It doesn’t matter.
It’s the curse of a motherless child.
No, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, hadn’t died.
She had returned however to her original Musalmān husband, Ålī Abū Tālib.
So many of them did the same.
I especially helped their little girl, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
It all started one Sunday evening over dinner.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam had been supervising cooking since her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam hated her parents for what they had done.
“You did it for one million dollars only, Ammījān? You leased yourself to Durgesh only for one million dollars?”
Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd laughed.
She watched her Ammī, Najmah Fahīm Ansārī.
“They all do it, Al Kāynāt Al Islam. They are still maintaining the ever old Årab tradition to sell their beautiful Årab women to Hindus.”
Najmah Fahīm Ansārī looked at her daughter, Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd, contemptuously.
“We love Islam more than everything. There’s nothing we can’t sacrifice for Islam. It’s a virtue to get as much money from Kufr as we can, to break their exclusive financial power.”
“Durgesh is multi zillionaire. He is the ever richest man now. One million is nothing for him. You can’t break his financial power through such stupid activities.” Assalāt Muħammad Waħīd said scornfully.*
Al Kāynāt Al Islam supervised everything around the house.
That’s just how we made it.
I was never exhausted.
Nevertheless, it was the usual bullshit at work.
I hated working on the weekends and Sunday was the worst.
I think Al Kāynāt Al Islam could tell because she offered to give me a shoulder massage.
“Durgesh?” Al Kāynāt Al Islam said. “Do you want me to rub your shoulders?”
“I am okay, cupcake.”
“Okay,” she said in her sweet little voice.
She sounded just like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah.
Al Kāynāt Al Islam looked just like her too.
Gorgeous, long red hair, beautiful c-cup breasts, perky, I tried not to notice, and 5’5″.
She liked to show off her legs.
She was always in shorts and barefoot.
Her toenails were painted orange today.
They matched her fingernails.
The tank top she wore was too small for her, her naval bare.
That’s just how kids dressed these days.
“I have a favor to ask you,” she said.
Here it comes.
It’s always money.
She’s earned it though.
She took care of me, and I like to take care of her.
“Sure, baby. How much cash do you need?”
She shook her head, her hair fanning over her shoulders, her lower lip between her teeth; those lips, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah’s lips, pink and full.
She looked like her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah,
I never felt guilty ogling her.
I knew I saw her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, in her.
However, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, was also available to me even now.
Despite her ostensible loyalty to her husband, Ålī Abū Tālib, her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, still wanted me inside her between her still beautiful Musalmān legs.
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled at her wickedly.
“You still want to fuck Durgesh, the ever communal ever stupid Anant Muslimātchod Hindu? He thinks only Musalmān houseladies have perfect cunt for his ever communal Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Ålī Abū Tālib,” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah winked at him, “One million isn’t a great amount Durgesh can spare on your still extremely beautiful Musalmān wife.”
Ålī Abū Tālib smiled wickedly himself.
“Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, you are really marvelous even now. I can’t blame Durgesh. I have seen myself how madly Durgesh fucks you.”
“He is crazy for me.” Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah raised her head proudly, “In fact Durgesh is always crazy to fuck us entire beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān houseladies. We are lucky.”
Ålī Abū Tālib laughed.
“I agree with you. But never forget, you would allow Durgesh to fuck yourself only, not to fuck your Īmān too ever.”
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah smiled cunningly.
“Don’t worry. We Musalmān houseladies too know our limits. We ourselves fuck Durgesh actually, Durgesh never fucks us. He only thinks that it’s he who fucks us. Islam is paramount. We know. None of us is as stupid as to go to Jahannum letting a Kāfir fuck us. We fuck Durgesh I repeat, never viceversa.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam was smiling.
“What is it then, if not money?” I said.
“I need you to do something for me, something kind of big. Something more precious. Remember I am not an ordinary girl. Even the Harvard University has recognized my extraordinary prudence by awarding me PhD on Ashvinātam relationships at my eighteen only.”
“That’s right.” I smiled proudly, “I am listening.”
“I want you to watch a few videos.”
“Videos? Sure. I’ll watch a movie with you.”
“No, not a movie. Moreover, the videos are themselves not the favor. I need you to watch the videos so I can ask you the favor.”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam took out her iPhone, pressing a few things on the screen.
“It’s a video of my friend Al Farħānah Al Shoeb.”
I remembered Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, of course.
She practically grew up in my house with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
She hadn’t been coming around as much lately though.
Usually, she and Al Kāynāt Al Islam were always going out to the mall or some other place.
“In the video, she did something kind of shocking, and, well, just watch, okay? There’s two more videos after it, one with my friend Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and another with Al Saåādah Al Åbbās. Just keep watching.”
I was confused at this point, but I said,
Al Kāynāt Al Islam handed me the phone.
Meanwhile, she took the plates into the kitchen.
I heard the sink turn on as I pressed play on the phone.
“My name is Al Farħānah Al Shoeb,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb said on the video, “and this is how you suck Uncut Hindu Lund.”
My eyes were huge as the video zoomed out, revealing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb naked, her eighteen-year-old Musalmān tits on full display, a pair of panties blocking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān Choot.
And then she reached for my blue jeans, unzipping them, pulling out my ever young, rock-hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was nothing impressive at first, five and a half inches, but Al Farħānah Al Shoeb opened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth and swallowed it whole.
“What the hell?”
I glanced over my shoulder, looking for Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
I could still hear the faucet.
I turned back to the video.
Al Farħānah Al Shoeb was giving me her all now, deepthroating my Uncut Hindu Lund, her black hair flying back and forth as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips slid over my Uncut Hindu rod.
I was moaning, my one hand grabbing Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s Musalmān head, pulling her to my Hindu shaft.
I could not believe it.
I didn’t know anything of it.
Certainly, they had drugged me for it.
Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā!
What the hell this new generation is doing?
Yet, why was Al Kāynāt Al Islam making me watch her friend suck my Uncut Hindu Lund?
I couldn’t decide immediately what to do.
Should I press stop, go say something?
I just stared at the screen, my Uncut Hindu Lund getting hard in my jeans as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb gagged, pausing to catch her breath.
“You okay, babe?” I asked.
“Yeah,” Al Farħānah Al Shoeb responded.
She grabbed my shaft, stroking it back and forth as she went down for more.
I could not last.
The video was only four minutes, and I was ready to blow.
I exploded in Al Farħānah Al Shoeb’s mouth.
My Hindu cum ran over her chin, dripping on her perky Musalmān tits.
She grinned at me.
“That’s how you suck the ever greatest unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu!”
The video ended, only to start a new one in the playlist.
Another of her friends, Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, was next, who I had seen plenty of times in a bikini next to my pool.
She was topless now.
She unzipped a pair of cargo pants and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“I am Al Zakāt Al Nadīm, and this is how I suck the unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh, the sixty five years old Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
Here we go again!
Al Zakāt Al Nadīm was not as experienced as Al Farħānah Al Shoeb, but when my six-inch prick appeared, she began licking away at it.
She was timid, but I did not seem to mind.
I wanted more, shoving myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, ardent Musalmān mouth.
This video was only three minutes.
I blew my Hindu load all into her Musalmān mouth.
It wasn’t over yet.
The next video started.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was up, who I remembered playing on the jungle jim with Al Kāynāt Al Islam.
“I am Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, and I’ll show you how to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“The hell,” I said out loud.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās dove on my Uncut Hindu Lund, her blond locked bobbing on my seven inches.
I couldn’t take anymore.
I turned off the phone and set it aside.
I must have been in the Twilight Zone.
Kids don’t know what that is, but it’s a show where nothing made sense!
I grew up with things making sense.
Now Al Kāynāt Al Islam, the little girl, just showed me a porno, a porno starring her teenager friends with me, doing what I never allowed them consciously.
I felt like grounding her, but I’d never grounded her before.
There was the first time for everything.
I climbed up, stomping into the kitchen.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, what the hell is that?”
She turned off the faucet and turned around.
Water was splashed on her little tank top, her skin visible underneath.
“I guess you watched it all.”
“Why did you show me that? I can’t even decide what to say to you.”
“I need to talk to you about it.”
“Talk to me? Youuuuuuuuu?I have half a mind to ground you, you know? I am as if your father. You don’t show me that sort of thing. You may be eighteen, young lady, but you’re still Al Kāynāt Al Islam, and while you live here, you shouldn’t be watching porn movies. Or at least not giving them to me to watch.”
“Durgesh, it wasn’t porn,” she said with a frown.
“What the hell do you call it?”
She left the kitchen.
I had to follow.
She took up a seat on the living room couch.
“Okay, remember when I got my first period?”
I was still standing.
I couldn’t sit.
“What did that have to do with anything?”
“Remember, I was crying, and I told you I was bleeding, and you explained to me that girls get periods, and you took me to the store and bought me pads and told me I’d be okay in a few days. And you said if I ever needed to talk to you about anything, I could. And then when I had my first kiss, I told you all about it too.”
“What’s your point?”
“I am going to tell you some things now, things I’ve been doing.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I don’t want to hear about your sex life. You’re eighteen. What you do outside this house is your business.”
“But you said I could tell you anything.”
I sat down.
This was getting out of control.
“Yes, but I didn’t expect you to hand me a sex tape one day.”
“Just listen, please. See, my friends made a dare. They were all gloating, say they could suck your Uncut Hindu Lund better than one another, and to prove it, they made videos. And, well, I made the dare too.”
“That’s what this is about? Why would you want to show me that?”
“I am getting to it. See, I’ve been lying to my friends. They all think I was dating a college guy. I told them I was dating someone because, well, because I was sort of scared of sex.”
“I am a virgin.”
I wasn’t surprised.
Yet I asked patiently.
“You’re a virgin? But you’ve been on so many dates.”
“Have you seen me on any dates in the last six months?”
“I just assumed when you were going out that’s where you were going.”
“Well, you assumed wrong. Anyway, I didn’t want them to know I was a virgin, so I just told them I was with a college guy and I had sex all the time.”
“Why did you lie?”
“Durgesh, it’s the last year of their high school. They don’t have the extraordinary prudence I have to get PhD in their teens. Yet they are still my friends. Aren’t they? You can’t tell your friends you’re a virgin. They’ll just make an extraordinary fun of you. These are not the backward days you remember of your own teens. We have advanced now too much. There’s a widest Generation Gap. Try to understand, please!”
“What does this have to do with me?”
“As I was saying, they were all bragging they were good at sucking your Uncut Hindu Lund. So I said I was the best.”
“Eīshān!” I murmured.
“What was I supposed to say, admit I’ve never touched one?”
I rubbed my forehead.
“I am not sure where you’re going with this, Al Kāynāt Al Islam.”
“All the three of my friends have made their tapes. It’s my turn now. It’s Sunday. School is tomorrow. I have until then to make my video.”
“You’re going to make a sex tape? Are you serious?”
“I have to. It’s my turn to do the dare.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, just tell your friends the truth.”
“I can’t. If I did that, I’d be a joke. They’d tell everyone in the whole school, and I’d be the biggest loser ever.”
“Who cares what those kids think? You’re not going to college next year, as they are.”
“Community college. I’m their instructor now. I’m a PhD. A lot of them will be there. I’ll be the virgin loser.”
“So, what are you going to do? Go find some guy tonight you don’t even know and ask him if you can, can…” I couldn’t even say it. “I raised you better than that. It’s one thing if you’re dating someone, but not like this.”
“Well, I was not dating a boy, so I have to find someone else to help me. That’s why I showed you the videos.”
I was not getting it. Looking back, I was surprised I didn’t put it together sooner.
Nevertheless, what ‘father’ would?
Well, I thought I was her father as if.
I had that right at least.
One more Platonic Relationship backfiring?
Have I to fuck every woman that comes into my contact ever?
Am I not infamous enough for it already?
“What are you talking about?” I asked controlling myself ultimately.
She held her breath before she spoke.
“I told you I needed a favor. I was wondering if…if you’d pretend to be my boyfriend on camera, and if you’d let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund.”
I jumped out of my seat.
I swear I hung in the air for a good ten seconds.
“What the hell? I am your father!”
Al Kāynāt Al Islam’s head was done. “I know. I was so embarrassed even asking. Nevertheless, I don’t have anyone else I can ask. Can I suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, please?”
“I, I, I don’t even know what to say to you. Of course, you can’t! Are you crazy? Eīshān! Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t even believe you’d ask me. This is insane.”
“Durgesh, please,” she said, standing up, putting her hands on my shoulders.
I didn’t even want to be touched by her. “Please,” she repeated. “I need your help. I am just asking you to let me do it this once, just on camera.”
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, do you realize what you are asking? My thing would be in your mouth.”
“It’s only a blow job, and just until you cum.”
“Don’t use that word,” I said. “I can’t even believe I am having this conversation. I am in the hell Twilight Zone!”
“The what zone? See, I told you, kids don’t know what that meant.
“Al Kāynāt Al Islam, I can’t do that. I shouldn’t even be talking to you about this.”
“I know how it sounds,” she said sadly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī, young, extremely attractive, extremely lovely, red crimson ardent Musalmān lips pouting. “But if I don’t do it, I am going to be a joke at school. Please, just let me suck your Uncut Hindu Lund for a few minutes, just enough to show them I did it.”
“The answer is absolutely not. I don’t want to talk about this anymore. I am so disappointed in you.”
I hate seeing Al Kāynāt Al Islam cry.
I saw it when her Ammi, Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah, left us, and I swore it was going to be the last time.
But when those tears streamed down her face, it felt like she had punched me in the gut.
She ran off, her red hair chading her.
Her door slammed in the distance.
I sank down into the chair, milling over what Al Kāynāt Al Islam had said.
I tell you what though, when your daughter asks you to suck your Uncut Hindu Lund, it gets you thinking, thinking about what it would feel like.
I tried not to imagine it, seeing those pink Musalmān lips of hers wrapped around my Hindu shaft, listening to her gagging throat.
It was making me hard though.
I folded my legs as I sat there, crushing my Uncut Hindu Lund between my thighs, punishing it for getting hard thinking about Al Kāynāt Al Islam, thinking about grabbing that beautiful red hair of hers and pulling her down on my Hindu shaft.
And, Eīshān! She was a virgin.
And she’d never even sucked an Uncut Hindu Lund before.
There’s no doubt an experienced Uncut Hindu Lund sucker is the best, but a newbie Uncut Hindu Lundsucker is unforgettable.
I’d broken-in a few in my high school days.
Al Zohrah Al Zākiyah though, she’d been a slut to me actually. She could suck my Uncut Hindu Lund like a champ.
That’s why she Lived In Relationship with me.
Ålī Abū Tālib never allowed her to do it with him.
Ålī Abū Tālib claimed it was against Islam.
Only some Hindu could allow her with him.
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I grinned to myself, remembering last night when I thought I was going to get a chance to do much more than just look at Sabīħah Åbbās.
That hadn’t worked out, but something much different, much better had.
“Durgesh, what the hell happened to your back?” Ashok cried as he stood and threw on his clothes.
Sabīħah Åbbās did as well, but she was moving slower.
“Looks like someone played with a tigress,” she grinned.
I immediately realized what they were talking about.
“Yeah,” I said, smiling cunningly, naughtily. “I met a Musalmān girl a couple of nights ago. She was wild.”
“Man!” Ashok laughed. “She must have been.”
“You’d better get downstairs,” I prompted. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be up soon.”
“Right!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, said. “I don’t want to face her from a bedroom.”
“I’m right behind you,” Sabīħah Åbbās said when Ashok looked at her impatiently.
He nodded and left.
I moved to leave and take my shower, but she stopped me by placing a hand on my shoulder.
“Yes?” I asked.
She was looking at me oddly.
“Those scratches are new,” she said. “There’s no way they happened before last night.”
My mind raced.
“No…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand briefly to silence my protests.
“Maybe I was wrong about you,” she smiled sexily. “Maybe you can handle Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Your older sister?” I asked.
She nodded, getting very close.
“You must be wilder than Ashok describes,” she said.
Sabīħah Åbbās was so close that if I moved at all our bodies would touch.
“Because those scratches are new and I’m the only Musalmān girl not related to you in the house.”
“That’s sick! I…” I began, but she covered my mouth with her hand again.
“I know,” she smiled, her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes burning into mine. “But that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. It also doesn’t mean that it doesn’t get to me, on a purely sexual level.”
I was sure how to answer that.
Yet, it didn’t matter.
Sabīħah Åbbās removed her hand from my mouth and barely brushed her lips against mine before turning and moving toward the door.
“I’m looking forward to introducing you to Al Tahajjud Al Islam,” she said as she left the room. “It’s been a while since she and I double dated.”
It was such an innocent statement, but I thought there was more to it.
She didn’t seem shocked at all by her discovery that I had an incestuous affair, only enticed.
“I’m sure it will be some double date,” I mumbled to myself, and then thought, ‘I think it’s time Ashok and I had a talk. I want to make sure he knows what Sabīħah Åbbās is hinting at before I meet her sister.’
The shower felt good.
My back stung as the water hit the scratches and I let myself dwell on how I got them for the first time since waking up.
If nothing else, they were proof that the night before wasn’t a dream.
I really had sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus and the sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman who cared for me had scratched the hell out of my back.
“Wow!” I said, shaking my head as the truth tried to sink it.
The whole situation from the night before was impossible, but it had happened.
I knew that, and now I’d have to deal with the repercussions.
Well, I was ready.
It wasn’t my first sexual intercourse with someone that was known to be my Bahū Bégum, my daughter in law, irrespective of the fact whether she really accepted to be so, or adamant, insistent and persistent even to refuse her such a platonic relationship with me.
I finished my shower, dried and got dressed.
I even took the time to brush my teeth and dry my hair.
I almost felt human again by the time I left the bathroom.
I could hear voices being raised downstairs.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was obviously awake and it sounded like Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and she were going at it.
I also heard other voices.
I guessed Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, hadn’t gotten away before Al Furqān Al Firdaus woke up.
‘This should be fun,’ I sighed.
“…It’s bad enough you had a party while I was away,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus was saying. “But for you all to sleep over with your dates is too much!”
“You’re not going to tell our father, are you, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked as I walked down the stairs.
Shankar and Sabīħah Åbbās were gone.
It was only Al Furqān Al Firdaus Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and cousins in the room.
I guess Ashok and Shaguftah Jamīl figured that it was better to face Al Furqān Al Firdaus rather than their father.
They were probably right.
“Don’t worry, she won’t do that,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus looked at me and frowned.
I met her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes until she looked away.
That was something new.
Last night had clearly changed the dynamic of our relationship.
I frowned to myself, but couldn’t help admit that it felt oddly satisfying.
She has surrendered!’ I smiled at myself. She isn’t an arrogant communal Musalmān bitch anymore that always hated and criticized Hindus’ sexual relationships with ‘horny’ Muslimahs.’
I never wanted to hurt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, or anyone else.
It wasn’t my nature ever.
“No, I’m not going to tell your Abbū,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to Shaguftah Jamīl, gravely.
“Why not?” Ashok asked in annoyance. “It’s time he loosened up anyway. He’s ridiculous!”
“Maybe,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus surprised me by saying. “But Anwar is Anwar and he’s not about to change anytime soon.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, you’re right,” I said before Ashok could continue. “They shouldn’t have had the party while you were away. They’re sorry.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked at me in surprise, but quickly agreed.
“Truthfully,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “I’m less concerned about the party than what happened afterward.”
“It’s no big deal,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus argued, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus was looking at me.
I knew what she meant.
“They were all drunk,” I said carefully. “It happens.”
“But not again,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied meaningfully. “Not in my house.”
“I can’t promise that,” I said honestly.
“Durgesh!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus snapped, having no idea what the real conversation Al Furqān Al Firdaus and I were having.
I was glad Sabīħah Åbbās left.
She’d have picked up on it instantly.
“Let me make you all some breakfast before you two go home,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, changing the subject.
Poor Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus looked totally confused.
“That would be great, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl smiled. “I’ll help.”
The two went into the kitchen.
“What’s up with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus frowned once they were gone.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus did seem a bit odd,” Ashok added.
“Ease up on her today, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus,” I said softly. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus quit her job last night.”
“She what?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, cried, but then added, “Let me guess. It was Mr. Muħammad? He hit on her, didn’t he?”
“You knew about him?” I asked in surprise.
“No, but I guessed,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, sighed. “He had jerk written all over him. I’d better go in and make sure she’s alright.”
“Okay, but don’t push her,” I said, authoritatively somewhat now. “She’ll tell you about it when she’s ready.”
“MuslimātRamañ, Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s not the only one acting weird today,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said, but then thankfully left the room before I could decide of how to respond her.
“Sorry to hear about what happened,” Ashok said once we were alone.
“We’ll be fine,” I said in a tone that let Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, know I didn’t want to talk about it.
Ashok nodded slowly and then changed the subject.
“Mind if I take a shower?” Ashok asked.
“Not at all,” I replied, leading him back upstairs to my room for some clothes.
I threw open the door and the sight and smell made me shake my head and add, “Right after you air out my room and change my sheets.”
“No problem,” he laughed.
“You are one lucky man,” I said as we entered. “That Sabīħah Åbbās is something else.”
“She is, isn’t she?” he laughed, pulling the sheets off my bed.
“Have you met her older sister?” I asked.
“Al Tahajjud Al Islam? Sure,” he smiled. “She’s even hotter than Sabīħah Åbbās!”
“No way,” I argued.
“Seriously,” he said. “They look a lot alike, only Al Tahajjud Al Islam has bigger tits.”
“Now that sounds interesting,” I said, handing him a clean set of sheets as I opened the window. “Because Sabīħah Åbbās said she wanted to set me up with Al Tahajjud Al Islam.”
“Really?” he asked in surprised. “You lucky dog! If she’s half as wild as Sabīħah Åbbās, you won’t be able to walk straight for a week.”
“You sound jealous,” I teased.
“I am,” he laughed, making my bed.
“What I wouldn’t do to get into Al Tahajjud Al Islam’s pants!”
“And chance screwing up what you have with Sabīħah Åbbās?” I asked.
“We’re not that serious,” he shrugged. “We like each other and the sex is amazing, but I don’t think either one of us is expecting what we have to last forever. In some ways it’s really nice, because we’re not afraid of trying things or saying what we want.”
“Sabīħah Åbbās doesn’t strike me as the type to be afraid to say or do anything,” I said, shaking my head.
“You may be right,” he smiled.
“Maybe?” I asked. “She didn’t even pause when I burst in on you two this morning!”
“True,” he said, his smile turning into a grin. “And I couldn’t believe what she said last night!”
“What?” I asked.
“You remember. About letting me play with Al Tahajjud Al Islam while she took care of you,” he answered. “She was just teasing you, but man!”
“What if she wasn’t?” I asked. “Would you go for it?”
Ashok looked at me and if possible, his grin grew wider.
“In a heartbeat,” he replied.
“Me too,” I said. “Just in case it ever comes up.”
“Just in case,” he agreed, laughing again. “But you won’t want to switch once you meet Al Tahajjud Al Islam. She is something else!”
“I don’t know,” I argued. “Sabīħah Åbbās is one of the hottest Musalmān girls I’ve ever met.”
“She is that,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, agreed.
“I’m just wondering how a guy like you got her,” I joked.
“Dumb luck,” Ashok replied, finally finished with cleaning my room. “Now give me some clothes. I really do need a shower.”
“You’re telling me?” I teased, handing over something that would fit him.
I moved on to the guest bedroom and called a house cleaner to clean it while he was in the shower.
It didn’t take long.
I had plenty to think about.
“Breakfast!” I heard Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus call up the stairs.
I left and bumped into Ashok in the hall.
He was just getting out of the shower.
“Tell them I’ll be there in two minutes,” he said.
I nodded and went down the stairs.
The meal ended up being surprisingly good considering that, everyone at the table had a hangover to one degree or another.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus seemed to be relaxing and I made sure not to do or say anything to upset her.
We were all laughing at one point when the phone rang.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus picked it up.
“Anwar!” she said in surprise. “Yes, they’re both here.”
“Oh brother,” Ashok said. “Father in law is checking up on us.”
“Can you blame him?” his cousin asked.
They exchanged a grin.
“Yes Anwar, she was right,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said. “I was on a business trip.”
“Uf oh!” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“I got home last night,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus continued, and then paused again. “It was pretty late.” Everyone could hear Anwar’s yelling through the phone.
“Oh relax!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped at her older brother, surprising us all. “They’re fine and that’s what matters most.”
“Here it comes,” Ashok sighed, guessing at his father’s in law next question.
“I didn’t see Shankar or Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied, eying us all briefly before grinning and adding, “But I got home pretty late and for all I know they were all in their bedrooms having mad passionate sex.”
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus!” Shaguftah Jamīl whispered in horror, but she had the decency to blush as well, after all, it was the truth.
“Oh come on Anwar!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “You have to admit it was a little funny.”
Again, more yelling from Anwar Ůsmān.
“He really needs to get laid,” Ashok sighed, but then looked at Al Furqān Al Firdaus and added, “Sorry.”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus covered the receiver.
“You’re not wrong,” she said, shaking her head.
“Bājī Bégum!” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus cried in shock.
“Oh please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus retorted. “If nothing else, what happened last night had made me realize I can’t treat you as kids forever. Besides, Anwar is being ridiculous!”
“That’s my father in law,” Ashok sighed.
“You know it’s because he loves you, right?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked him, switching from anger to defense in a flash.
You have to love siblings.
“Yeah, but it gets old,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, replied.
“Yes, it does,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said knowingly. “I remember how he was when I started dating. What a pain!”
“He hadn’t changed much,” Shaguftah Jamīl put in.
“Hold on,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said to us and took her hand off the phone receiver. “Anwar, I have to go. Breakfast is getting cold. The kids will be home shortly.” She hung up right afterward.
“You didn’t just hang up on dad, did you?” Ashok grinned.
“I said goodbye,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged, causing them all to laugh.
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
“I didn’t lie,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus shrugged. “And you shouldn’t either.”
“He doesn’t make it easy,” Ashok put in.
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, and then looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus and me. “I guess I don’t either. I’m sorry. Things are going to change around here.”
“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said in surprise.
“A little,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus replied. “I mean, this is still my house and I don’t want it becoming party central or where you and Durgesh have your booty calls.”
“Booty call?” Ashok asked in surprise. “Where in the world did you hear that?”
“I’m old enough, yet―” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “Not dead!”
“Who the hell are you, Durgesh, and what have you done with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bājī Bégum?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked me in shocked surprise.
“Very funny,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed, glancing my way briefly.
There was an impish secret smile on her beautiful lips, but it faded swiftly before anyone else could notice it.
I’d intentionally remained quiet.
“I guess last night opened my eyes up to a lot of things. It wasn’t just your party and sleep over.”
“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh told me.”
“I heard too,” Ashok added.
“Heard what?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, clearly stunned.
I knew what she was thinking.
“I’m sorry Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said gravely. “I guess I should have let you tell Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus that you quit your job.”
“My job,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, shaking her head. “Right.”
“Are you okay, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus?” Shaguftah Jamīl asked.
“I will be,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus answered honestly. “It’s just a lot to take in, all at once.”
“Don’t worry, Bājī Bégum,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus said. “Durgesh and I will help.”
“We’ll be fine,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus smiled. “I’ve got enough saved to last for at least six months and I’ll have another job well before then.”
“I still think you should sue Mr. Muħammad,” I grumbled. “Or better yet, let me pay him a visit.”
“I’m willing to tag along,” Ashok too said quickly.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus snapped. “I can take of him myself.”
We changed the subject and went back to finishing breakfast.
It didn’t take long.
The maidservants cleaned the kitchen afterward.
It went quickly.
“I guess it’s time to go home and face the music,” Shaguftah Jamīl sighed.
“Yeah,” Ashok said, shaking his head.
I could see that he was brewing for a fight already.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus took one look and sighed.
She could see it too.
“I think maybe I’d better come with you two,” she said. “I haven’t visited your father in law for a long time anyway.”
“Thanks, Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” Shaguftah Jamīl said.
The three of them disappeared not long afterward.
“I’m wiped,” I sighed once they all were gone.
“I guess that means I can’t convince you to help me clean?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked.
“You clean?” I joked. “It will never happen! Do you even know how to wash a dish?”
“Very funny,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “You jerk.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus really wasn’t much of a cleaner.
She could do it when she put her mind to it, but that wasn’t very often.
I wasn’t much better, but I’d been known to throw a load of laundry on every so often. I even vacuumed upon rare occasions.
“You aren’t serious, are you?” I asked.
“Yes I am,” she replied. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s had a tough few days.”
I frowned and nodded.
I was very tired, but Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was right.
On the other hand, cleaning could wait a little while.
“How about we take a nap first?” I asked. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus will be over Anwar’s all day. I really am wiped.”
“Hmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said thoughtfully. “That does sound good, but I need a shower first.”
“Enjoy,” I shrugged. “Bed time for me.”
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus was first to the stairs.
She climbed them and it actually took me a Moment to realize I was staring at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
‘It’s okay!’ I smiled to myself.
After what happened with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, did it really matter?
I took a few Moments to think about Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and her appearance.
‘Eīshān! Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus’s pretty hot!’
It wasn’t that I didn’t know what she looked like or that I thought she wasn’t attractive before, but I’d never truly looked at her as a Musalmān girl.
No, that’s not right.
I’d never looked at her in a sexual way, and I was now.
I couldn’t help myself.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever sexy Musalmān lady brigade!
I had already fucked a twenty eight at night, yet I was still thinking of her younger sister, twenty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had successfully changed my taste.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s blond hair and she was built athletically.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass was big, and rounded nicely from all the sports she played in high school and college.
She was a gym teacher and it showed.
Her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts weren’t nearly as big as Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, but they were still pretty amazing on her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus asked when we reached the top of the stairs.
She obviously noticed the attention I was giving her.
“You know,” I said, breaking one of the unspoken rules between us. “You could do a lot better than Vijay Vikram Pratāp.”
I saw her start to swell up angrily, but then she stopped and sighed, letting out a breath.
“You’re right,” she said, surprising me. “It’s too bad really. He’s handsome and smart.”
“Pretty packaging doesn’t make a good guy,” I said. “And neither does brains. And what’s with the total lack of a sense of humor?”
“Okay, MuslimātRamañ Hindu, ease off,” she said pointedly.
I raised my hands with palm toward her in surrender.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, rolled her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes and laughed.
I’d learned long ago not to comment on Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister’s Hindu boyfriend.
The fact that she hadn’t jumped all over me when I offered up my opinion about Vijay Vikram Pratāp said a lot about how close she was to dumping him already.
“See you in a couple of hours,” I said, entering my room.
The clean sheets felt wonderful and I was out almost instantly.
I woke up slowly.
It took me a few minutes to realize I wasn’t alone in my room.
Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus had pulled my desk chair out and was sitting in it, facing me.
She looked as if she’d be there for a while.
I looked at Al Ħabībah Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, and rubbed my face as I fought to wake up.
Whatever was bothering her was bad.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, sitting up.
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I climbed into bed and closed my eyes.
I was tired, but had a hard time going to sleep.
I knew what was going on in all of the other bedrooms and I had to admit that I was horny.
I was as horny as hell.
I thought about taking care of myself, calling some young Musalmān lady that too needed me, but I was in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed and I just didn’t want to do it there.
It took me some time to relax finally.
That’s when lying in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed helped.
It smelled of her and reminded me of how she used to help me calm down and fall asleep when I reassured her of my stepson’s cruelty to her.
In fact, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed was where Ħabībah and I used to climb in when Ħabībah had nightmares.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, would play with our hair until we fell asleep.
I’m not sure how long I slept before I heard someone enter the room.
It was pitch black and whoever it was didn’t seem to be interested in putting on the light despite stumbling.
I couldn’t quite remember what I was dreaming about, but I knew it was sexual.
I was disappointed that my sleep was interrupted.
I opened my mouth and almost started to ask what was going on, but I stopped myself when I realized that there was no reason for someone to come in here in the middle of the night.
I briefly played with the idea that it might be a burglar, but the person was far too noisy for that.
It had to be one of the people sleeping over.
I reviewed who was in the house and a thought came to me.
I felt myself stiffen instantly.
Could it be?
Would she do this?
I thought the answer to both questions obvious.
I remembered the way Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me, and what she said.
It had to be her.
The question was, what should I do about it?
She was sneaking into the room I was sleeping in, her intent obvious, but she was Ashok’s Musalmān girlfriend.
‘Maybe Ashok knows.
Maybe they decided to do what she said.
Maybe Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, is going to get Sabīħah Åbbās’s sister while I get Sabīħah Åbbās,’ I thought suddenly, but then frowned and added, ‘That’s a hell of a lot of maybes.’
I was still wrestling with myself on what to do when she climbed into bed next to me.
All the sexual tension from before, returned in full and I reached for her.
Sabīħah Åbbās was Ashok’s Musalmān girl and we were in Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed, but I was too worked up to think or worry about it anymore.
I aggressively pulled her into a fierce passionate kiss before she could say anything.
She was naked and tasted strongly of alcohol.
Wow, what the hell more I wanted/needed?
Sabīħah Åbbās stiffened at first when I kissed her.
I guess she was surprised I was awake.
She relaxed quickly enough though and ended up being a good kisser despite being drunk.
She moaned softly into my mouth as I started rubbing her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
They felt larger than I remembered.
She took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her hand and started stroking it as she did with Ashok earlier.
It was my turn to moan.
I pulled off my shirt, sweats, and dropped them on the floor.
We were both obviously beyond the need of foreplay.
I rolled on top of her and Sabīħah Åbbās spread her beautiful Musalmān legs wide.
The scent of her excitement spread and despite being ready, I couldn’t stop myself from taking a Moment to taste her.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund dipped deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot and she cried out.
Sabīħah Åbbās’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was surprisingly hairy.
I liked it.
“Yes! It’s been so long!”
I froze at the words.
The voice wasn’t Sabīħah Åbbās’s!
My mind took seconds to function before it could wrap around the truth.
I was lying here with my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund between Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s legs!
Eīshān! Oh my God!
She was supposed to be out of town!
One more successful conspiracy from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
Why the hell she is so much after my Musalmān stepsons’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful ardent Musalmān wives, my Bahū Bégums, my daughters in law now?
As soon as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in seducing me, she targeted my other Musalmān stepdaughters too.
One by one, she made most of them my Live In Relationship partners.
My entire efforts to keep platonic relationship with my Musalmān stepdaughters were deliberately conspiratorially backfired due to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’s constant adverse efforts.
They constantly preached my Musalmān till stepdaughters that I am not their real father and that’s what counts actually.
Offense is the best defense ever.
Never call me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
Never accept me ‘father/Dad/Papa’.
And to show it to everyone, the best way is seduce Durgesh and make Durgesh your Live In Relationship partner.
No daughter can do it ever to his father.
The ultimate act thus itself would prove you never accepted Durgesh your father.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself did.
That’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan expects from them to do.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan succeeded in most of the cases.
She even succeeded in breaking the marriages of them who married Musalmīn despite Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s utmost adverse efforts.
Then deliberately created the situations so that they too became my Live In Relationship partners ultimately.
And now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is targeting my Musalmān Bahū Bégums…
“Allah! Don’t stop now, Durgesh!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried, using both of her hands to pull my nude Hindu waist against her.
I didn’t know what to do.
This was wrong, so very wrong!
‘Or is it?’ I suddenly asked myself.
I mean, I knew it was wrong, but obviously, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, liked what I was doing.
I loved her and if it brought her pleasure, maybe right and wrong didn’t come into it.
Besides, she tasted amazing on my Uncut Hindu Lund !
“Please!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m close! Come on, you brute! How can you leave me now thus unsatisfied? Aren’t you even humane, beast?”
I tentatively started fucking again almost without realizing it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned and pulled my mouth against her even harder.
“Durgesh, or whoever the hell you are, you have the nicest Uncut Hindu Lund ! Hell, you must be Durgesh, none else! Your Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!”*
‘She must be very drunk,’
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wasn’t the type to drink or sleep around.
I knew that.
In fact, she’d only Moments ago said that it had been a long time since she’d been with a man.
She obviously wasn’t thinking straight right now, but she would in time.
“Oh!” she gasped. “I’m going to orgasm soon!”
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became even wetter and the young Musalmān taste and the tightness around my Uncut Hindu Lund overwhelmed me.
I refocused my attention on what I was doing.
I was quickly rewarded with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cum.
She cried out as her orgasm took her.
The sound made me smile, almost proudly.
No matter what else, I’d given Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a Moment of ecstasy, at least.
“That’s amazing! Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah!” she murmured involuntarily.
I could hear the contentment in her voice, but I also realized that she wanted more.
So did me.
‘I can’t feel this way about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum! It’s so wrong!’ I thought.
Yet, I felt what I felt.
I knew it was time to leave despite my own excitement.
The only problem was that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her hand around my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and she started stroking it again before I could figure out how to make my escape.
A few Moments later Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, kissed me, and all thoughts of leaving her at once then and there, disappeared.
I couldn’t help it.
I was too a human being after all.
I couldn’t be an impotent at least.
I was amazed at how excited kissing Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, made me feel.
It didn’t make sense!
She was Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, and I couldn’t do this with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
Only I was and it felt incredible.
Her tongue danced in my mouth and I moaned.
I was lying on my back now and after a few minutes; I felt Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, start to shift on top of me.
I knew what she wanted, but I wasn’t ready for that.
Not with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum!
I pushed her off.
“Men!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, laughed. “You’re all the same. It doesn’t matter how many years have passed.”
I didn’t know what she was talking about until she took my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Eīshān!!’ I cried silently. ‘Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, is giving me a blowjob!’
The fact that she was very good at it only made it worse.
I moaned and rested one hand on Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s head.
She didn’t need any direction, but it felt good to have my fingers intertwined with her curly, blond hair.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was a full figured woman, yet not fat in any sense of the word.
She went to the gym every night and stayed trim.
She said it was because of her job, but I knew that Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was proud of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān figure.
My orgasm grew close very quickly.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, continued to suck my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as if she had gone crazy.
She also massaged my Hindu balls with one hand.
It didn’t take long for me to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, drank it all down.
“I hope you don’t take long to recover,” she said afterward as she rolled onto her back. “I need this. It’s been a very long time and I’ve had a horrible last couple of days.”
I wondered what happened that made them horrible, but there was no way to find out without letting her know who I was.
So instead, I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, again.
She was obviously excited because her tongue danced wildly in my mouth.
“Oh very nice!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried when she felt my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund hardening again.
This time she tried to shift me on top of her.
I helped despite my uncertainty.
She sighed contently when she felt my weight on her and added,
The question was, was I?
Would I really have sex with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum?
I knew she needed it and frankly, I was horny as hell, but what would happen tomorrow?
How would we deal when we were both sober?
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was rubbing my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund up and down her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Please don’t tease me!” she begged, and the next thing I knew I was pushing inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
None of my questions or fears had been addressed, but I was beyond caring at the Moment.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was pretty tight, but she was so excited that it didn’t take me long to push all the way in.
I didn’t want to think about the only other time I’d been inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus; my Bahoo Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
Instead, I started stroking in and out of her.
“Yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “You’re so big!”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān legs around my hips and pulled me deeper.
She also raked my back with her nails.
It got worse the closer she came to orgasm.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried. “I’m cumming!”
I was pretty sure she drew blood with her nails.
My own orgasm was still far off.
I wanted to bring Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, pleasure and my own excitement was obvious, but this just wasn’t right.
Don’t get me wrong.
What we were doing felt amazing and was driving me crazy.
I just couldn’t finish, not like this.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, thrashed under me as her orgasm took her.
I held her through it and kept my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pressed as deeply as it would go.
It took Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, a surprisingly long time to finish.
As if, it was infinity.
She said, sounding almost as if she were crying. “Thank you, I really needed that.”
I refused to get off her or pull out.
In fact, it wasn’t long before I started gently moving in and out of her again.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, responded slowly.
“Again?” she asked in surprise.
I pushed in deeper in reply, causing her to mean,
“You are something else!”
I continued to work her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot until her excitement grew to the point where she was once again scratching my back.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot was hot and wet!
It felt as if my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was an iron-like rod being thrust in and out of a furnace.
It was amazing!
I wanted to cum inside Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but I knew that there was only one way I’d be able to do that.
She needed to know the truth.
Could I do it?
How could I not?
“You are beautiful,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, stopped scratching my back.
My words were sinking in past her alcohol-filled mind.
“I love you.”
“Durgesh?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked tentatively.
“Yes, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum,” I answered. “It’s me.”
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried and pushed against me wildly.
I wouldn’t let her get up, but she spun around and buried herself into the bed.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund pulled free and I groaned.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, calm down,” I said.
“Get off!” she cried.
“No, you’ve already compelled me to do everything. Nothing is left there to stop now.” I said, surprising us both.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was still hard and wedged between her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, whimpered.
“It’s already done,” I replied gravely. “And don’t say you didn’t love every minute of it! The bed is soaked.”
“How could you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked.
“I didn’t know it was you at first,” I replied. “What’s your excuse? Just who did you think was in your bed?”
“I didn’t think!” she moaned. “I’m drunk.”
“I know,” I said more gently.
“Durgesh, please get off me?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, asked more calmly, but she was obviously still in shock.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, we’ve already done the worst we can,” I said. “And it was amazing! I need to cum in you. Please let me.”
“No! Never!” she cried. “You’re my father in law!”
“I’m also the man whose back you scratched in passion as I drove you to orgasm,” I said curtly, rather rudely even somewhat.
“We can’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, said, but it was obvious she was weakening.
I knew that tone of voice.
All I needed to do was be patient and I’d get my way.
I learned that a long time ago.
The only problem was that I couldn’t.
I shifted my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to the entrance of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
“You wouldn’t!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, cried.
I thrust my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deepest.
I ignored her cries.
She would always be Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, but right now, she was also a Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān woman I wanted desperately, needed desperately.
She tried to get out from under me, but I held her in place.
She fought harder, but her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot became wetter with every passing second.
“This is so wrong!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, moaned as she finally stopped fighting and lifted her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān buttocks slightly to give me better access.
I smiled and pushed in deeper.
“You’re right!” I grunted, and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “But that’s not going to stop you from cumming again. Me either.”
“Oh yes!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, groaned. “Cum in me! I want to feel a man fill me again!”
“Even if that man is your father in law, a Hindu?” I couldn’t stop myself from asking.
She came to her senses and fought briefly once more, but I held her in place until her need took control again.
It wasn’t very long.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was too excited to let her sense of right and wrong get in the way.
I drove into her over and over again.
“Durgesh, your legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund is so big!” she moaned. “And you’ve found my weakness, just like your stepson did all those years ago.”
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Ever since I fucked my first Musalmān pussy I saw that little crinkled pink Musalmān hole too so close by.
Yet I never have been an ass man.
Yes, I fucked countless of my extremely lovely Musalmān women in their gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass too, but it was only because either they themselves wanted and insisted on it, persistently, or the circumstances demanded so from us.
It was similar as I always wanted to establish platonic relationship with so many women, yet I never succeeded.
Not even a single woman ever respected my such a pious desire.
Except my own Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb.
She was the person that made the present day Durgesh, with her husband, sisters, cousins and her ladyfriends.
The recently crashed platonic relationships were more troublesome for me.
After her tremendous success with my stepdaughters, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had targeted now my daughters in law.*
As a youth, the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls who deliberately imposed their soft Musalmān bodies on my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund, compelled me either this way or that, to yield to play involving their Musalmān rectums.
I didn’t know why actually it was so then.
However, now I know it was due to their orthodox Musalmān parents’ heavy orthodox behavior they were adamant to insist Religious.
Yazīd Malåūn and his bandits Mullahs and Maulavīs deliberately insisted to convert most of the Musalmīn into a military power instead of educating them.
The then Årab Burdāfaroshs, Årab lady slave traders, never wanted, neither they could ever afford, the average Musalmān to be educated properly.
Though the Madarsahs were opened in a large number, yet they were heavily biased to teach in the vile interests of the themselves uneducated/under educated Pseudo Musalmīn rulers.
The trend was deliberately protected even now, either under this ‘religious’ pretext or that.
Mostly, I had to stick my Uncut Hindu Lund in here or there as they sucked me to orgasm.
It was always a compulsion to me to place my Uncut Hindu Lund against their Musalmān sphincter, and then as it pulsed as she came, I could usually get away with getting my Uncut Hindu Lund in and rooting around in there.
Nevertheless, all too soon, they became aware of the Hindu invader, and they went berserk till I took it out.
Of course, the Musalmān girls tried licking and sucking me and sometimes even sticking their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue in my ass hole too, I hated it more immensely.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girls might like it, in their immense ignorance but I generally refused to kiss them later if they had frenched my shit chute.*
I was 65 she was 18.
Eīshān! She was hot.
She was a very wealthy Musalmān heiress here, with her own sports entertainment company, including the local minor league baseball team.
I was at a game with my neighbors.
One neighborhood Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl was after me, and had been teasing me for months.
She knew I didn’t like sex with Just Eighteen Just Adult girls, myself being sixty five.
At the ballpark, she had cornered me as I came out of the bathroom, pushed me up against the wall and began to kiss me.
Her hand reached under my shorts and locked on to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, tugged it a few times, still trying to kiss me.
I was dumbfounded at her audacity and strength at her only Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Well, despite it, I appreciated the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān girl, but I was 65, with a prick that would fuck anything, basically.
I got hard, she got excited, and she asked if she could give me a blowjob.
Well, Eīshān! Somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew it would cause problems later, but for now, I needed to blow my wad too.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah took my hand, and led me to an area by the outer wall where there were some trashcans.
There was a waist high wall around them, and she simply pulled me in, squatted down, pulled my shorts down and engulfed me.
Obviously, Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was too obsessed to suck my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund that she never cared how so many times older than herself I was.
She too had the similar argument as my other too younger Musalmān beloveds had.
‘Islam is the only religion that advocates optimum competence oriented couples, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and Ummil Momjnīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā were. Islam hates age oriented ever incompetent marriages immensely.’
I never believed this excuse despite most of the Musalmīn criticized and hated me for it.
That’s easier said than done, for I have a very thick ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It is only around 7 inches, but the thickness makes it appear to be a bat.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah did good though, getting me in her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth, scraping against her teeth and letting me in to the back of her throat.
I came as I felt her gag around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund again, as I shoved my Hindu thickness further down her throat.
She spent a few minutes, licking me clean, and finally I was tired of her.
I needed more finally.
I turned around, pulled my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund out of her extremely lovely extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān mouth and hands, and there was this incredibly classy young Musalmān woman, in a beige business suit standing there with a half smile on her face, just staring at me.
I shrugged, smiled back, pulled my shorts up over my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund and hurried back to our seats.
After the game, I was wandering around behind her parents as they stopped every few minutes to talk to friends and acquaintances.
I smiled hi now and then, paying no attention.
Until that is, they stopped to talk to the young Musalmān woman who had seen me tucking in my ever unyielding unique ever Benevolent legendary ever unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her parents introduced us, but I didn’t even hear her name properly.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah was extremely gorgeous closer up.
She was model beautiful.
There was something exotic about her.
She reeked of class, money and somehow sex.
I thought about her seeing my ever erect Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund jumped.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah, the young Musalmān woman, came toward me.
My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund rose more.
She took my hand.
Eīshān! Was it soft?
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah invited me to come by her office some time, and she would make sure I got some complimentary tickets to some games for me and my Musalmān lady friends.
I thanked her.
I never said I never needed it.
I had infinite money and I always spent it leniently on my lady friends.
It wasn’t good to say it.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah turned around, said a few more words to her parents and their friends.
When she turned, she somehow backed closer to me, and as she turned, I felt her hand brush across my now mostly hard, ever unyielding unique ever-benevolent legendary ever-unconquerable utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund.
It jumped again, and as she stood there a second, I could smell her hair, and feel the heat of her extremely beautiful body so close.
As I was standing there engrossed, her other arm had snaked behind her back.
Al Nafīs Al Zohrah pressed her hand backward, and touched my straining Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever-active Uncut Hindu Lund.
She grasped my Hindu pole through my light shorts and gave me a few squeezes.
Then she was gone.
I was left speechless, with my monster my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund tenting out my shorts.
After I could finally breathe, I turned sharply, hollered I’d meet them at the car and sauntered to the bathroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was already there for me.
She grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts, and pulled at my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund as Al Nafīs Al Zohrah had done.
I closed my eyes.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s young Musalmān Choot wrapped in completely around my Hindu manhood and I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and fucked.
The young Musalmān Choot of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, sliding over my Hindu shaft felt sooo good.
I saw her face, and that half smile and those full lips, lips I wanted wrapped around my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary utmost experienced ever-sensitive ever active Uncut Hindu Lund, and awww Eīshān! I was cumming.*
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān flung herself into her mother’s arms.
She loved her and had not seen her in months.
At last her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, held her off and scrutinized Al Sādiyah Arraħmān.
“Far as I can tell, you look great, fit and trim,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī smiled gravely, “May be you could stand a few more pounds,”
“Allah, Ammī,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed, “I’m 118, and I’m staying that way until I find a man.”
“What’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān laughed.
“Don’t talk like Abbū. He is conservative. He is orthodox. Not you.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī sighed.
“You still blame him?”
“Don’t you? Even after he has divorced you?”
“Girlie, our Ummat, our society is still suffering from immense backwardness due to its tremendous opposition to modern scientific education.”
“Narendr Modi is coming,” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled, “He wouldn’t treat us Musalmīn as his vote bank, as the pseudo secular syndicate did.”
“I hope so,” her Ammī, Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, smiled, “you young generation doesn’t have somewhat more hope with Narendr Modi?”
“He is the only hope, Ammī, if India actually wants to come out of the darkness UPA government’s ten years darkest rule imposed on it.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī, her Ammī, listened patiently and then asked Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, her daughter.
“I asked you what’s with this man’s stuff? Ever since I can remember you’ve had dozens of men at your heels.”
“Simple, obvious, I mean the right man.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān cooed.
“How old are you, twenty seven?”
“Twenty eight, going on twenty nine, almost thirty.”
“Twenty eight. Correct. Forgive me. At fifty, one tends to get hazy about birthdays, other people’s as well as one’s own.”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī looked her daughter, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān, over again.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was a medium high, as Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī and her former husband Nasīruddīn Ikħlāq Muħammad himself was.
Both the Ammī and daughter were willowy, supple, with loose blond hair, luminous eyes, a pert nose and wide grin.
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān was exactly carbon copy of her extremely beautiful Ammī, similarly vivacious too.
Both were cheerful, vibrant, immensely smart and even more attractive in their green apricot sweater, slim dark green skirt.
“Sorry, Al Sādiyah Arraħmān,” Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī said, “I’m not worried about you. There may be men, but Durgesh is…”
“Unique.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān completed her sentence, “Ammī, why the hell do you want me to compete with you? Obviously, I lack your experiences to please Durgesh,”
Al Jalāl Al Ilāhī shook her hand and led her into the living room.
“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning the Ved Nagar Pavmān Som award. A great coup in journalism, my child. Congratulations again.”
“I read those clippings at least five times. That was a helluva series, that exposé. Imagine all those so called respectable millionaire married beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān women. Working part time for that gay pimp, Ikħlāq Muħammad. Even if he blackmailed them…”
“He didn’t have to. They themselves needed excitement. They were bored.”
“Allah, you mean they succumbed even to prostitution only because they were bored? I could never imagine.”
“Ammī, these aren’t your comparatively moral days. Nowadays morals are far cry, out of fashion actually. Even incest is now a movement for women emancipation and women rights.” Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled bitterly.
“Damn the beasts.”
Al Sādiyah Arraħmān smiled sadly.
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I overheard Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, cry as I passed the guest bedroom.
“Oh yes, Shankar! Harder!”
I rolled my eyes.
“It’s nice to see someone is having fun,” I said softly as I moved down the hall.
I passed Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s sister’s bedroom and heard the headboard rocking into the wall.
“Ħabībah really needs to fix that.”
I didn’t much like Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s sister’s boyfriend Vijay, but I’d learned a long time ago to stay out of her love life.
He was an asshole.
I couldn’t hide my feeling on him, not from her, but I remained silent on the subject.
I was sure Ħabībah would figure it out eventually and for the time being; at least he was a good-looking asshole that seemed to make her happy.
Vijay Vikram Pratāp, of course, wasn’t a Dvij, but if he was Ħabībah’s love, Vijay Vikram Pratāp was better than her Musalmān cousins were, her Ammī was trying to marry Ħabībah with.
I moved on once again toward my own room. Shaguftah Jamīl’s cousin Ashok was there with his new girlfriend Sabīħah Åbbās.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, was using my room because the only other bedroom available was Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s and neither Ħabībah nor I thought it right that he and his girlfriend sleep there.
I got Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s bed since she was the one who stupidly broke up with her girlfriend the week before.
“I really could have timed it better,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, mumbled to herself.
Ħabībah and I had started planning this night from the Moment Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, told us that she was going out of town on business.
I was sixty-five already.
Ħabībah was twenty-three and already working.
She still lived home while she saved up for a place.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was pretty old fashioned and didn’t let the people we were dating sleep over.
She had to know that we weren’t virgins, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum, was a typical Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum.
She liked to think of them still as kids.
It would have been cute if it weren’t so annoying to them.
I stopped in front of my bedroom door and listened.
I forgot to get a pair of sweats to sleep in out of my closet before Ashok and Sabīħah Åbbās disappeared into my room.
I didn’t hear anything, so I opened the door gently.
I glanced at my bed and saw that they were asleep.
Ashok and his Musalmān girl were naked.
My eyebrows rose in appreciation when I saw Sabīħah Åbbās.
I had to give Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, credit.
I’d thought she was cute when I met her earlier, but now I realized that Sabīħah Åbbās was a lot more than that.
She was hot!
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl had a very nice Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body.
I shook my head and looked away.
The sweat pants were easily reachable and I got them as quietly as I could.
I was making my escape when I stubbed my toe.
I cursed as quietly as I could.
“Are you okay?” I heard Sabīħah Åbbās ask.
I looked back toward the bed.
She had pulled the covers up, but I could still see her excellent fantastic Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān curves through the sheets.
She saw me looking and smiled.
“Fine,” I replied a little too quickly. “Sorry. I just needed to get something to sleep in.”
“It’s not a problem,” she said kindly. “I shouldn’t have a problem going back to sleep. I’m still pretty drunk.”
“Aren’t you all?” I grinned. “You finished almost all the alcohol you bought, and that’s saying something! You new generation!”
“It was a fun night,” she smiled in return.
It was sexy as hell.
I looked at her and shook my head as I fought to hide my sudden and intense ashvinātam attraction to her.
Damn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!
She had succeeded ultimately to brainwash me, despite my utmost efforts constantly to keep away from her Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was more serious to make me fuck Jet Musalmān Beauties more and more than I suspected her dedication to it.
It was her mission of life to establish the fact that Kħalīfatul Musalmīn, Ħazrat Abū Bakr Siddīq were a better father, an ideal father actually, when he decided his nine years old daughter, Åāyeshah Siddīqah, to marry with fifty plus, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam.
“Islam is the best religion for womankind.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to say proudly, “It saved the daughters from being buried alive in then Årabia. Islam is the only Dīn that advocates marriages oriented to morals and humanity, instead of oriented to their bloody age suitability. Islam never supported the bloody age oriented marriages. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā not for sex, for morals and humanity instead. When he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā she razī Allāhu tålā ånahā already had been married thrice. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam easily could have married a virgin, couldn’t he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam?”
Now I myself didn’t think anything abnormal in lusting for the teenager Musalmān Beauties and even fucking them wildly.
Now, I never thought I was sixty five.
I myself thought I was even less than thirty five.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad had done wonders ultimately.
I obliged Åbdul Waħīd, Muħammad Ashfāq, Åāliyah Fārūq and Lubnā Salīm.
When we reached Lubnā Salīm’s condo, she insisted I join her for a nightcap.
We sat in the living room and drank, looking out at the city skyline and the bright lights below.
“Tell me about what you and Muħammad Ashfāq are looking for,” I inquired.
“We’re crazy about each other, but we’re very different sexually,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Muħammad Ashfāq is moody and intense and frankly a bit passive. He likes to make love. I, on the other hand, am light-hearted and just love to fuck.”
“We’re out of sync. I want to get my brains fucked out and Muħammad Ashfāq wants candles, flowers and a string quartet.”
Lubnā Salīm took a long pull at her double vodka tonic and continued.
“I’ve always found Hindu men attractive, at least in the abstract, though I’ve never been intimate with any. To try and liven things up, I got Muħammad Ashfāq to watch porn together. It was just sort of okay, but one night I put on an amateur video of a white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife with a Hindu guy while the Musalmān husband watched, and it was like ‘POW!'”
“POW-how” I asked.
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“POW as in Muħammad Ashfāq got hard as a rock, I got soaking wet, and we screwed like we did when we first got married,” Lubnā Salīm said. “At the same time, Åāliyah Fārūq was telling me about what was going on with you and her and Åbdul Waħīd. I told Muħammad Ashfāq about it, and we started watching what I guess you could call amateur interfaith cuckold videos pretty regularly. I finally flat out asked Muħammad Ashfāq if the idea of me actually fucking a Hindu guy turned him on. He didn’t have to answer the question, because he was hard as a rock in two seconds. No denying it after that,” she said. “And here we are.”
I looked at Lubnā Salīm intensely.
“I’m not into cheating Musalmān wives, Lubnā Salīm. It sounds like this is entirely your agenda. Is that right?”
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“I definitely am leading the way, that’s fair enough,” she said, “but you and I wouldn’t be here if Muħammad Ashfāq wasn’t intrigued and aroused by the idea too.”
“Ideas are ideas. The reality of watching another man― and a Hindu man at that― taking a Musalmān husband’s white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife can be a lot different than the idea of it for a husband, if you get my drift.”
Lubnā Salīm nodded.
“Supposing, for example, that you really love it but Muħammad Ashfāq can’t cope, what then?”
“We’ve talked about it quite a bit,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “We’re going to give it a month and reassess. Either one of us can cancel at that point, but if we both say okay there’s no backing out after that.”
“Tell me what you want from me,” I asked.
“I want you to fuck me. Not just fuck. I want you to own my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fuck it as if I’m your personal Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut, white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife fuck toy. I want you to make me totally lose control, and I want Muħammad Ashfāq to see what a real man with a big Uncut Hindu Lund can do to his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife,”
Lubnā Salīm smiled impishly, winked at me meaningfully and continued.
“And I want Muħammad Ashfāq to know deep down inside that he will never, ever, be able to fuck me like you can, and that my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot will never ever be just for him anymore.”
I watched her gravely.
“You think Muħammad Ashfāq would ever agree to that?”
Lubnā Salīm looked at me conspiratorially.
“Why should we worry about it?”
“I am not interested in Muħammad Ashfāq any more, as Åāliyah Fārūq is no more interested in Åbdul Waħīd any more.” Lubnā Salīm said curtly.
“Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are losing interest in lovemaking now, but not in sex.”
I smiled ironically.
“Are you telling me? I am fucking more and more Musalmān wives, nowadays, not only with the consent of their Pseudo Musalmān husbands, but even on their own request too. Can you imagine?”
Lubnā Salīm’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān eyes were burning now with immense hatred for Pseudo Musalmīn, including his husband Muħammad Ashfāq too.
“Durgesh, what do you think, your de facto wife, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s movement, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Movement would have succeeded even if the Pseudo Musalmīn were not actually munāfiqīn?”
“Certainly not.” I exploded suddenly, “If there is really a God, and Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were his prophet actually, it could never happen. And I believe there is a God and Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were his prophet actually.”
My voice was effervescent with immense wrath against Pseudo Musalmīn, inherent in me, but I never let it come out.
Lubnā Salīm smiled.
“Lā ilāh illillāh Muħammad arrasūlallāh?”
“Lā ilāh illillāh Muħammad arrasūlallāh.”
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“You are a Muslim, Durgesh, you are not a Hindu any more.”
“A true Muslim is always a true Hindu too.”
“Don’t believe if you don’t want to. Lā ikrah fiddīni.”*
I began, and paused when I realized what I was about to say.
“You know if you do have a problem going back to sleep…”
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Yes?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
I was horny as hell and tempted, but it was all right, if wasn’t going to happen.
I wasn’t the type to try and steal Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl.
Let Shaguftah Jamīl herself come to me.
Brahmcharyéñ kanyā yuvānam vindaté Patim.
Besides, what kind of heel would do it from right out of bed?
“You could wake up Ashok. I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”
“You think so?” she smiled.
I thought I saw some disappointment there too, but it was probably just my imagination.
“I know!” I laughed, then glanced at Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, who seemed almost comatose and added, “Although he seemed wiped out.”
“He is,” she replied, slowly looking at me oddly. “Do you want to fill in for him?”
I was stunned.
Sabīħah Åbbās never even thought what she was suggesting me to do.
Tonight was the first time I met Sabīħah Åbbās.
She was pretty quiet earlier.
I would never have guessed she was like this!
“No,” I smiled affably. “Not that I’m not tempted. Hell, more than tempted! You’re hot as hell, but you’re here with Ashok. Come to me yourself if you really so kind to honor me. You are always most welcome. I’m honored. Thanks for the so kind offer.”
“How sweet,” she teased. “Oh, and thanks for the compliment.”
“You deserve it,” I said, shaking my head.
“If you keep talking like that,” she smiled sexily. “I might not give you the choice.”
“I’d better be going then,” I laughed, but it was not easy to move.
“Now look what you’ve done?” she asked. “I’m horny again. I guess I’ll have to wake up Ashok and help him recover.”
“Think you can?” I joked. “He looks passed out.”
“Watch me,” she replied confidently.
Sabīħah Åbbās shocked me again by reaching out and beginning to rub Ashok’s cock through the sheet.
She was watching me, obviously enjoying my reaction.
Was Sabīħah Åbbās teasing me, seducing me actually?
I couldn’t believe it.
‘Wow!’ I thought. ‘This Musalmān girl was definitely something else, drunk or not!’
Sabīħah Åbbās continued to look at me as she worked Ashok’s cock.
I stood there mesmerized.
She had one of the sexiest smiles I’d ever seen.
She let the sheet drop slightly and exposed her ever excellent ever erect Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts.
I shook my head.
“I don’t suppose you have a sister?” I asked.
“Two,” she grinned. “But the younger one is only eighteen and pretty innocent.”
“And the older one?” I asked.
“You, perhaps only you, can handle her,” Sabīħah Åbbās laughed.
“Maybe not,” I smiled. “But after watching this, I’d sure like to try.”
“Watching what?” she asked huskily, no longer laughing. “You mean this?”
And with that Sabīħah Åbbās pulled Ashok’s hard cock from under the sheet and took it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes never left mine.
I smiled at Sabīħah Åbbās.
“Does Ashok know just how much of a slut you are?” I teased her.
After all, Sabīħah Åbbās, herself was teasing me.
Wasn’t Sabīħah Åbbās?
She pulled off Ashok’s cock.
It glistened, but I wasn’t really looking at it.
My eyes were locked with hers.
“Not yet,” she smiled sexily, stroking Ashok’s cock. “But he’s learning.”
“Are you sure you aren’t willing to introduce me to your sister?” I kept smiling.
“Maybe one day,” she smiled. “Or maybe I’ll let Ashok play with my sister too and keep you to myself.”
“Wow!” I cried. “Are you always like this?”
“Not usually,” she admitted. “But as I said earlier, I’m drunk.”
“So if you were sober you wouldn’t want to do what you just suggested?”
“Oh, I would want to do it,” she replied. “I just wouldn’t have suggested it, at least not so soon after starting to date Ashok and meeting you.”
“You are something else!” I said, shaking my head.
“Yes, she is,” Ashok said, finally awake.
“Hey Hindu lover boy,” Sabīħah Åbbās said, smiling at Ashok.
She followed that by taking Ashok’s cock back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
He looked at me and grinned.
“You two have fun,” I said, shaking my head again and leaving my room.
I went into the bathroom and changed into my sweats.
I had to wrestle my cock inside.
Sabīħah Åbbās really got to me.
No surprise there, but I was also a little shocked at Ashok.
He was nineteen and Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s younger cousin, but he seemed to take Sabīħah Åbbās’s sexuality in stride much better than I did.
It wasn’t a good sign.
Could he let his extremely beautiful ultramodern Musalmān girlfriend fuck me?
If yes, either he wasn’t serious about her, or he wasn’t as possessive as the most of the Hindus are usually.
I forced, Tried to force myself, not to think about it or I’d never get to sleep.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my Bahoo Bégum’s room was the biggest after my own master bedroom, and she had a king sized bed.
I shook my head as I looked at it.
It was too bad she never shared it with anyone.
My stepson had disappeared right after he married her.
I didn’t know him and at this point, I never wanted to.
There was a rumor, my Bahū Bégum, Al Furqān Al Firdaus, actually loved me, not her Musalmān husband.
She married him only to cuckold him to both of us.
“Nonsense,” I had exploded, “What the hell these Pseudo Musalmīn want to say? Entire Musalmān girls that marry my Musalmān stepsons actually want to cuckold my Musalmān stepsons to themselves and me? Actually, they want to break my home, my family, terrifying my Musalmān stepsons to leave my home if they really want to keep their beautiful young Musalmān wives to themselves, and don’t want to share them with me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,
“Don’t worry, your Musalmān stepsons would rather share their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives with you, rather than they would leave our home.”
“You keep away from it,” I said spitefully,
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, don’t think I don’t understand the deepest game you are playing.”
“Allah Allah, husband, now what the hell have I done?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan asked innocently.
“You want it. You are behind it. You want my Musalmān stepsons cuckolded to their beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives and me. You…you are an immensely incurable incestuous…”
“Yes, I am.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan interrupted me raising her head proudly, “I want your Pseudo Musalmīn stepsons cuckolded to you and their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young ardent Musalmān wives. They don’t deserve them. Instead, their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young ardent Musalmān wives deserve you.”
“Oh, stop this bloody Optimum Matchmaking.”
“Why the hell should I?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself thundered at me now, “you can’t make me not to practice my Dīn. Lā ikrah fiddīni.”
“And your Dīn is to make my Bahū Bégums my Live In Relationship partners?” I smiled venomously.
“Allah Rabbil åālmīn himself did it. Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Zaynab bint Jaħash…”
“Oh, shut up,” I laughed sarcastically, “Your version of Islam is as incestuous as you yourself are.”
“The entire humankind are product of incest, Hindu Piyā, entire Musalmīn, entire Christians, entire Jews believe it. You Hindus are not even countable. Adam and Eve’s children had to commit incest to save humankind. We entire humankind are product of their incest. Never forget this ever burning truth before hating incest so much. Incest is necessary to save humankind. Incest is necessary to do justice with us womankind. Why the hell only we daughters leave our parents’ house, not even your stepsons ever?”
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The Everbest Wives
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was awakened when she heard me come in the house.
It was a little after two a.m. in the morning.
She guessed that I was still not exhausted from my night on the town with my extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends.
What a man!
He fucked beautiful Musalmān ladies almost 24x7x365, yet he was never exhausted.
A sincere admiration for me, she felt rising inadvertently in her heart and mind.
So many Muslims thought this man was anti Muslim, but whenever they actually came in his contact, they never found anyone a better friend, philosopher and guide than Durgesh.
And that was what that really counts.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me turn on the shower and the shower door close with a heavy thud.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to go back to sleep but she couldn’t.
Durgesh was irresistible.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz listened to the shower running for a long time and she became concerned since Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t hear any other sounds.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz got out of bed to go and make sure that everything was alright.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tapped on the bathroom door several times but there was no response.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried the door.
It was unlocked.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went in.
She could see me seated on the tile bench at the rear of the shower stall.
I was leaning against the wall.
I was either asleep or passed out.
The shower was spraying down on me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help but notice how handsome I was.
Still at my sixty five, my athletic Hindu male body was amazingly muscular.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sucked in her breath as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked at my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund . Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was immediately embarrassed ─ as my Bahoo Bégum, my daughter in law, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz shouldn’t be looking, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help it.
It was in a flaccid state lying over on my Hindu thigh yet it still looked to be at least eight inches long.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz never thought of it before.
Even when her husband, Muħammad Jalīl, Muħammad Zalīl actually, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz’s eyes burned contemptuously, divorced Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, Durgesh never told Ghausiyah Imtiyāz to leave his stepson’s house.
Instead, Durgesh fought her case in court and compelled Muħammad Jalīl legally to leave everything to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and leave the house himself.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund was much longer, very much longer, even than her Zalīl husband’s Cut Musalmān nūnī.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned off the shower and tried to wrap a towel around my waist as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz dried me off.
I started to come out of it a little, at least enough to barely understand and move for Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Some horny Musalmān houseladies must again have drugged her Hindu father in law Durgesh to enjoy sex with him, if he hadn’t conceded.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to get me to my bed.
She urged me to stand and put her arm over my shoulder.
As I stood up, the towel fell away exposing my extremely attractive legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund to Ghausiyah Imtiyāz once more.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried, without luck, not to look.
It was a struggle but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz managed to make it to my bedroom.
As we got to the side of the bed, I slipped from her grasp and fell half-on and half-off the bed.
When I fell, my hand grabbed the sheer material of her sexiest nightgown.
I ripped the front of it completely open and pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz down on top of me in the process.
It happened so fast it surprised her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel my warm Hindu male body and damp my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund on her belly as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to get my feet under me and stand up.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled her nightgown together, the best that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked down on me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was embarrassed until Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was the only one that knew what had just happened.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz lifted my legs to get me on the bed more and, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz did, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help but stare at my entirely incredible Hindu manhood.
It had been a long time…years in fact since the last time that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had seen a Lund.
Yet, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had never seen one this much attractive.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t take her eyes off of it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood next to the bed.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to touch it but had to remind herself that this was Durgesh, her father in law, a Hindu, and it was a crazy idea.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz turned toward the bedroom door.
Yet before leaving the room, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stopped to take one more look.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what came over her, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought to herself, no one would ever know what happened!
Her lust, her desires, and her years of frustration seemed to boil over in Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz walked back to the edge of the bed, slipped off her torn nightgown, and let it drop to the floor.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in a sort-of Momentary sexual fantasy.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz cupped her right breast with her left hand and gently massaged it.
Then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz reached out with her other hand and gently let her fingers wrap around the flaccid shaft of her father in law, a Hindu’s legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was warm and smooth and yet it felt full of life.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz glanced up at her father in law, a Hindu’s face and could see that I hadn’t moved.
Her legs were trembling and feeling a little weak.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat on the edge of the bed next to me fondling my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know why Ghausiyah Imtiyāz did it, other than all the years without sex overwhelming Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz very gently, and slowly, let her fingers stroke my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to remember the last time she’d felt a Lund in her vagina and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz kept glancing at her father in law, a Hindu, to make sure I didn’t start to wake up, or come-to and catch Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fondling my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz realized that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was getting hard under her touch.
She felt her stomach tighten with desire and a little fear.
Her hand slipped from her breast and travelled down my athletic Hindu male body to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had to keep from crying out as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz started to rub her clitoris with my fingers.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was amazed at how wet her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel her own moisture seeping from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz desperately needed to be fucked but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had to be content with what Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ─ one of her vibrators.
Her father in law’s, a Hindu’s legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund was hard.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had gently pushed the Hindu foreskin down exposing the pink, swollen Hindu head.
There were long strings of clear Hindu pre-cum that had oozed out of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and stuck to her hand.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz tried to imagine what it would feel like to have my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund that attractive fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz glanced at her father in law, a Hindu, and could see no change.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz suddenly had a crazy thought.
Could Ghausiyah Imtiyāz suck on it without me knowing?
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t believe that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was even considering it.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz should leave my room and go back to bed, but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was paralyzed by years of repressed sexual desire that had been building up inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz and were finally coming out.
No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
No one would ever know.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz kept thinking to herself.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could suck on it for just a Moment then Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could go back to her bedroom and masturbate with her vibrator, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz told herself.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz leaned forward and held my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund gently.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slipped her lips over the swollen Hindu head, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could taste the silky pre-cum.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz moved slowly up and down the hard shaft.
She knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was pushing her luck and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz should go back to her bedroom.
Just as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was about to stop she felt my hand on the back of her head forcing Ghausiyah Imtiyāz further down on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz completely panicked and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz struggled to get up but my hand kept Ghausiyah Imtiyāz there.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my other hand grip her immensely erect ardent Musalmān breast and massage them, as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in an awkward position but she managed to struggle free.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up next to the bed looking at me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was so embarrassed Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what to do.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wanted to run back to her room and yet Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t move.
“I’m sorry,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stammered. “I don’t know what happened, I just…”
I reached for her beautiful Musalmān wrist, pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz back onto the bed and said,
“Don’t worry, Don’t try to explain, just Don’t stop.”
“No,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said in a mild panic. “I’m really sorry…I should go…I shouldn’t have…”
“Stop,” I said as I pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz closer to me.
My genuine smile made Ghausiyah Imtiyāz relax a tiny bit as I said,
“There’s no one here but you and me and whatever happens is just between us…it’s nobody’s business, what happens in this house, it’s our secret. Some horniest Musalmān houseladies drugged me unknowingly a little too much tonight but Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I can still do what you’ve always wanted to do with me. Don’t worry. I am not angry. I understand. It’s all right. You’ve already succeeded in swallowing and sucking my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund. Haven’t you?”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was immensely frightened now.
She knew how I hated incest.
I had still not forgiven Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan even.
I had still not forgiven my step Ammīs, stepsisters, stepdaughters etcetera for their incestuous activities with me, despite they were now my Live In Relationship Partners even.
I never treated them harshly for it.
Yet never forgave even.
I had adjusted, compromised, yet never surrendered, never approved of it.
I paused before I continued.
“For years I’ve laid here in my bed listening to you masturbating. You thought, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I was asleep…but many times, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I wasn’t. Most of the time I was fucking your beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends even ─ and you never knew it.”
“Occasionally, over the past couple of years, I know you were even hidden in the closets in my room a few times and watched lying us on my bed with your Musalmān ladyfriends, working on your sweet looking pussy. All you ever wanted me was to be the man between your legs that was fucking you. After I was asleep, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I know you would sneak out of my room. And when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, you were in your own bed, you would finger-off as you used to try to imagine what it would feel like to you to fuck me.”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz didn’t know what to say as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat on the edge of the bed looking at me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz never knew I knew she felt that way about me.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put her hand on her thigh and rubbed it gently.
The tips of her fingers were only inches from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and, without realizing it; Ghausiyah Imtiyāz spread her legs slightly as we looked into each other’s eyes.
I gently moved my hand between her legs as my finger brushed against her swollen clitoris and any measure of resistance Ghausiyah Imtiyāz might have, had melted away.
Her knees were weak and her lower belly ached with desire ─ the desire in the pit of her stomach that every, deeply aroused woman, knows.
The desire that can only be satisfied by having strong and passionate sex with a man.
All the years that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz went without sex had finally surfaced in her and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply had no more willpower.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz ached to feel my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot, holding me, feeling my hot breath on her neck as I plunged myself in and out of her…whispering erotic things in her ear as my arms encircled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Even if I was her own father in law, a Hindu,…for this one time…it was right and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz simply couldn’t resist any longer.
I firmly pulled Ghausiyah Imtiyāz up on my bed so that we were side by side.
I continued to run a warm hand over her naked Musalmān thighs, each time working closer to her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Finally, I was gently running my fingers through her pubic hair.
Her breath was heavy with desire.
With my hand, I finally urged Ghausiyah Imtiyāz to spread her thighs completely apart, a clear act of her submission of her athletic Musalmān body to me as her man.
With a handsome smile, I looked deep into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī naughty Musalmān eyes as I moved my athletic Hindu male body on top of Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz put her arms on my back and closed her eyes.
Suddenly Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could feel the head of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund searching for the opening of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Wanting to savor every Moment, her total focus was my athletic Hindu male body between her spread Musalmān legs.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt my swollen Hindu manhood as it parted her fleshy Panjvaqtah Namāzī quivering Musalmān lips and began gently to invade her hungry throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
It had been a long time since a man’s organ had entered her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was tight.
For a brief Moment, it was a little unpleasant as my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entered Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
About halfway into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot the feeling was thrilling beyond explanation.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz confessed, it reminded her of the night so many years ago that she’d lost her virginity to my stepson.
Her father in law, a Hindu, began to fuck Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slowly at first.
Her discomfort vanished very quickly, being replaced with the small waves of pleasure that my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund entering and withdrawing from her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot brought.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wondered how Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could have done without this feeling for so long.
It seemed so ironic that the last man’s organ Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had in her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was the stepson of the very man that was fucking her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot now.
It’s difficult to express the jumble of emotions that were surging through Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, as her father in law, a Hindu, fucked her.
I felt as if I needed to make up all that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had missed over the years.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz watched her father in law, a Hindu’s face as we fucked and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz listened to my heavy breathing and soft moans as my athletic Hindu male body and her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot gave her undescriptive ashvinātam pleasure.
“Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, you’re such a good fuck!” I whispered in her ear.
My words sent a small shockwave through her as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered how, long ago, my stepson loved to talk sexy to her as they fucked.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remembered that the harder I fucked her the sexier my words got.
“Yes, tell me more,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz groaned.
“Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, love the feeling of my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in your beautiful, hot pussy!” I said softly. “Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I love fucking your naked extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān body and most of all, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, I love the feeling of being on the verge of cuming and emptying my swollen Hindu balls in your hot wet throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot!”
My words were so thrilling that all Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was cry out loudly.
Our tempo began to increase and I was driving my hard my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deeper into her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with my each Hindu stroke.
“Can you feel my hard legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund filling you completely?”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz nodded as another moan of pleasure escaped from her lips.
“Did you really hide and watch me fuck your extremely beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends ?” I smiled.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered.
“Yes, I was extremely jealous of them. I wanted to replace them myself.”
“Oh yes, fuck me hard Durgesh!” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard herself pleading with me. “Fuck me hard! Fuck your Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law’s throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and cum deepest inside me! There’s so you’re your Ghausiyah Imtiyāz wants to do! I’ve missed sex for so long,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz said.
Her father in law, a Hindu, was hammering her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot with hard, deep, delicious Hindu strokes.
All Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could do was thrust her hips back at me…to help to take me as deeply inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could.
“Were you really passed out in the shower…or…or was all of this part of your plan to fuck me too?” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz whispered.
I looked down at her, smiled, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz knew the answer by the look on my face.
“Thank you,” Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was suddenly tearful, “Thank you very much for honoring my needs in such a respectful manner to me. I was in vain afraid of you. You are very kind actually to us Musalmān houseladies ravenous for you.”
I didn’t say I knew Ghausiyah Imtiyāz deliberately compelled her husband, my Musalmān stepson, to divorce her.
He didn’t have another option.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had indirectly even threatened him that if he wouldn’t divorce her, she’d cuckold him to her Hindu stepfather and herself.
There wasn’t any use of it now.
Suddenly, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was on the verge of losing all control to her orgasm.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was almost ready to go over the top.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could hear herself crying and moaning from the intense pleasure that she knew was about to explode inside her.
Her own sexual tension was stronger than Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could ever remember feeling in her life.
We kept fucking each other until Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me groan loudly.
“Oh Eīshān!! Bahoo Bégum, daughter in law, damn it! I’m finally fucking you and I’m cuming…NOW!”
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz heard me moan and she felt my athletic Hindu male body shudder.
My legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund started ejaculating wildly inside her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
With the first spurt of my hot Hindu cum her abdominal muscles contracted as her own orgasm overtook Ghausiyah Imtiyāz.
It was one of the most intense orgasms that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had ever had and it seemed to last longer than any one previously Ghausiyah Imtiyāz could remember.
The waves of pleasure continued inside Ghausiyah Imtiyāz as we remained in the same position.
I fucked Ghausiyah Imtiyāz slowly and caught my breath.
In the gentle aftermath of her orgasm each time my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund would spasm, it would trigger another mild orgasm in her.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz had never been fucked like that before.
Durgesh was really irreplaceable, as her beautiful Musalmān ladyfriends reported to her.
“Durgesh is the ever best Musalmān Beauties fucker, beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker Hindu.” They praised Durgesh open heartedly.
We fucked once more before we fell asleep and stayed in bed together for the rest of the night.
In the morning Ghausiyah Imtiyāz awoke first and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz remember lying in bed just looking at me as I slept.
Yes, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was conflicted by what had happened and it became obvious that we both wanted more and were willing to deal with any conflict.
Her father in law, a Hindu, and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz taught each other so much.
We explored together, we experimented in our sexuality, and we even boldly stretched the boundaries at times.
I showed her new and very erotic things that I learned from some of the other Musalmān women I dated and Ghausiyah Imtiyāz showed me things she’d learned from what limited experiences she’d had.
What was the most wonderful part of it all was that we explored our sexuality together.*
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz awoke with a start and looked around the room.
It took Ghausiyah Imtiyāz a few seconds to realize that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was in her father in law, a Hindu’s room, in my bed and not in her own.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stirred slightly and knew that Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was alone in the bed.
A heavy silence filled the room as her mind went over what had happened the night before in this very bed.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took in a sharp breath and her abdomen tightened as Ghausiyah Imtiyāz vividly remembered that her father in law, a Hindu, fucked her.
Parts of it didn’t seem real and yet, as her mind became clearer it was all very real.
With a soft groan, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz pulled the covers back and sat up on the edge of the bed for a Moment.
There was a handwritten note on the bedside table that simply said:
‘Gone fishing, be back later.’
She’d forgotten that her father in law told Ghausiyah Imtiyāz that he and a couple of his best friends were going fishing early this morning.
As Ghausiyah Imtiyāz sat there idly looking at the note Ghausiyah Imtiyāz couldn’t help thinking that what had happened the night before was some sort of dream or wish.
At that Moment Ghausiyah Imtiyāz felt a small amount of fluid beginning to seep out of her throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot and onto the inside of her thigh, and there was no doubt that what had happened was very real.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz stood up on unsteady legs and walked to the bathroom.
when Ghausiyah Imtiyāz looked in the mirror Ghausiyah Imtiyāz was surprised at how disheveled her hair was and there was no trace of her make-up left.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz took a long hot shower, simply standing there letting the water run over her naked Musalmān body, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz thought about what had happened.
Again, some of it didn’t seem real but her tender throbbing ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was proof that it wasn’t just a dream.
Durgesh had really fucked his Bahoo Bégum, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz, doubtlessly.
Well, that’s very good.
Ghausiyah Imtiyāz picked up her mobile.
“Hey, Farīdah Imām, Ghausiyah Imtiyāz here. Mecca Fataħ!”
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The Everbest Wives
The warm, breezy, summer air flowed into the bedroom through the two open windows.
The soft rustle of the white sheers as they flew out from the wind gusts, was a relaxing sound.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was slowly waking up, feeling the sun’s rays coming through the window, hitting her skin and warming her all over.
There was a conference of the stepdaughters of her Hindu father, led by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā herself.
They requested Durgesh, their Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful Hindu father too to attend it.
“Sorry,” I smiled at them, “I know in so many societies, incest is becoming normal now, even being respected. ‘Father husband’, ‘brother husband’ ‘daughter wife’, ‘sister wife’, are becoming normal advanced ultramodern relations too, even honored manywhere. Yet, I still don’t like it. Count me out, please!”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was on her stomach, turning her head on her pillow so she could feel the warmth shine directly onto her face.
She hadn’t yet opened her eyes, instead, suddenly feeling chilled from the inside out.
It was a thought, a feeling, a shocked wonderment…why, at 23-years-old, was she still alone?
Well, she really DID know the answer to that, she always had, from the time Al Tåzīm Al Islām was a kid.
But, as always, she’d kept those thoughts and emotions to herself, buried deep inside, where they belonged.
When the aroma of freshly brewed coffee whiffed through the air, Al Tåzīm Al Islām opened her eyes and smiled broadly,
“Daddy,” Al Tåzīm Al Islām whispered to herself. She got up and put on her light-blue and white cotton bathrobe, and walked downstairs to the kitchen.
She wanted to say, ‘Daddy husband’, ‘Daddy, my unique love’, etcetera, but she knew it would antagonize her sixty-five years old Hindu love.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām could never afford it.
Yes, Durgesh is forty years older than Al Tåzīm Al Islām is.
Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam were forty four years older when he consummated love with Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
Islam never recognized marriages oriented to the ages of the marrying partners.
What a foolish, stupid, unscientific and immensely impractical idea it is!
It has destroyed countless marriages.
It has increased the number of divorcees immensely, but the non-Muslims never understood why Islam preached it.
The stupid dumb asses.
Islam always cared of the genes transfer to the next generation.
Moreover, an older experienced husband is always preferred in Islam than an ever-inexperienced male child that doesn’t know anything first hand of marital duties and responsibilities.
“Morning, daddy,” she said, smiling at me as Al Tåzīm Al Islām walked over and kissed my forehead.
“Morning, Al Tåzīm Al Islām,” I smiled back.
I drank my coffee while I waited for her to get her coffee and sit down with me.
This was our daily morning routine, since her Abbū, Doctor Muħammad Islam left them.
He charged her Ammī, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad that she wanted to cuckold him to her Hindu lover Durgesh and herself.
“It isn’t true, Your Honor,” her Ammī, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, pleaded, “Doctor Muħammad Islam himself pleaded me to let him play a cuckold Musalmān husband to get favor from Ummil Åālmīn Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā,”
A video was played in the court to support her statement.
The Judge wasn’t startled.
She looked down to Doctor Muħammad Islam thoughtfully.
“Your honor, I wanted to test the extent of her Durgesh obsession.” Doctor Muħammad Islam answered when he was given the opportunity to refute the evidence provided by defense in the videos, “I expected her to refuse me to cuckold, but…”
“I object to his statement, Your Honor.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī objected, “The videos shown here reveal my client, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, refused to cuckold him, but Doctor Muħammad Islam insisted. My client yielded ultimately. She thought he needed it. Nowadays surprisingly, there are so many Musalmān husbands that plead to, their otherwise ever faithful ardent Musalmān wives, to cuckold them to Durgesh and to their own Musalmān wives. We have a large number of videos to prove our point.”*
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān looked at the Public Prosecutor.
A deputy district attorney arose to present the prosecution’s point of view,
“If the court please, the prosecution has already stated that the authenticity of the videos is not being challenged by the prosecution. Doctor Muħammad Islam never claimed he never requested his wife, Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad, to cuckold him. He wanted to please his wife.”
“To the extent to be cuckolded to her and her Hindu lover, the Mayor of Ved Nagar, Durgesh?” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī smiled ironically, “Your Honor, if the prosecution admits that, why the separation at all?”
“Your Honor,” deputy district attorney answered, “that’s the point. We wanted those videos to be produced in the court. But the prosecution could not do it, because the party opposing the separation was itself planning to oppose the introduction of them as evidence. The prosecution hadn’t another alternative except to spread the rumors that the prosecution does not want them introduced.”
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān deliberately did not smile.
It was against the dignity of the court.
Yet she appreciated the strategy of the prosecution to make the defense itself to produce those videos in support of their own arguments.
However, it was reaching the adjournment.
Judge Åārifah Pŧhān adjourned the court for next date.
Everyone knew I, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s new Hindu father, was a very handsome man by all accounts.
I had kept up my fine physique even at my sixty-five.
I was toned and fit from my daily Stavans, Weekly Mandrs, Monthly Satrs, Parvs, lap swims and gym workouts.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām had always been more of a home-body type of girl.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām was sweetness and cheerfulness, personified.
She’d always been a ‘daddy’s girl’.
When Al Tåzīm Al Islām graduated high school, she had refused to go away to college, as her siblings had.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām wanted to live at home while attending the University.
Given how smart Al Tåzīm Al Islām was and her academics, she graduated from high school at age 16; and graduated from college with her Bachelor’s Degree when Al Tåzīm Al Islām was 20.
After graduation, Al Tåzīm Al Islām wanted to start her own company, working from home.
Therefore, we remodeled one of the bedrooms, making it into an office on one end of the room, and her product storage on the opposite end.
She had a good business head about her and now, three years later, Al Tåzīm Al Islām was single-handedly managing a very lucrative business.
As was our regular morning routine, Hindu father and Musalmān daughter, after we have a couple cups of coffee and chat for a bit, we each went to our own rooms and shower and dress for the day.
Since both our bedrooms and home offices were upstairs, after we’d each get ready, we’d meet in the hallway and chat for a few more minutes, then each go to our respective offices to start to work.
For lunch, we always ate together, going out about half the time, giving us a chance to get out of the house and clear our heads before returning to work.
The same routine existed for supper, as well.
To most, it might sound like a boring or lackluster way of life, but for Al Tåzīm Al Islām and me, we loved it.*
It was homey, it was being together, it was comfortable, and we were content, just the way things were.
Things would have probably continued as we always have been, if Al Tåzīm Al Islām hadn’t had a small accident.
That one unforeseen fluke, changed everything.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām had recently changed bedrooms and moved into what had formerly been the ‘in-law suite’.
It had a large bedroom with a private bathroom, and a separate private, small living room.
Growing up, it was kept as a guest bedroom.
However, when Al Tåzīm Al Islām needed a larger home office, we did some rearranging and remodeling.
I continued to stay in the master suite I’d always had.
My home office was next to my bedroom, so it made sense to keep it the same, as well.
What used to be Al Tåzīm Al Islām and Al Tawħīd Al Muħammad’s old bedroom, was now remodeled.
It was now Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s new home office.
Now, the three bedrooms that were upstairs, Mine, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s, and the guest bedroom, all had their own, private bathrooms.
The other two former bedrooms were now the home offices of Al Tåzīm Al Islām and me.
Since we were the only two who ever really used the upstairs, it was a floor plan that worked beautifully for us.
While Al Tåzīm Al Islām was in her shower that morning, she happened to notice that a couple of the newly-installed glass tiles in her shower had come loose and the corners were sticking out.
She made a mental note to tell me so it could be fixed. Continuing to shower, she slipped, although slightly, it was enough to throw her off balance a little and she inadvertently backed up rather hurriedly, into the tiles, scraping her head against it, causing a deep cut.
When she turned off the water, she looked down and saw blood dripping down her shoulders and chest.
Always one to get queasy and even faint at the sight of blood, she sat down on the custom-made shower bench and leaned against the shower wall.
She felt light headed at having seen her blood.
I had by now showered, dressed and was waiting in the hallway for Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
I thought I heard a sound but when I stopped and listened, it was quiet.
“Must be the radio,” I chuckled to myself.
However, a minute later, I heard what sounded like objects hitting a wall, as if someone was throwing things.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! It wasn’t a radio…Al Tåzīm Al Islām!”
I was confined into Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s room.
Yet, now could hear her moaning from the bathroom.
When I saw her sitting in the shower, semi propped up against the wall, her head dripping blood…I was gravely concerned suddenly.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God! Al Tåzīm Al Islām, are you okay? Oh, Al Tåzīm Al Islām!”
I picked up her naked extremely beautiful young Musalmān body, carrying her to her bed and laid her down.
I went to her dresser, grabbed a pair of shorts and a t-shirt, concernedly dressing her.
I picked her up again, and carried her downstairs.
I scooped up my keys and wallet off the kitchen table and carried Al Tåzīm Al Islām out to the car.
I got her settled in, then drove to the ER of our local hospital.
Seeing the blood coming from Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s head as soon as I walked into the ER carrying her, a Lady Doctor working at the front desk immediately escorted us back to a room in the ER.
When they asked me to step out after Al Tåzīm Al Islām was in the hospital bed, I came unhinged.
“The hell I will. This is my daughter and I brought her here, and I’ll be damned if you’re going to push me out. My place is with her…she’s very very much important to me in my world…got it?”
“No problem sir, you can stay.”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām turned to me and lifted up her hand for me to hold it. As I held her hand, rubbing my thumb on the back of her hand, she looked up at me,
“My head hurts so bad. Can we give me an aspirin?”
The Lady Doctor heard her and replied,
“We can’t give you anything yet. Let me ask you a few questions then we’ll get you a shot for the pain, sweetie.”
She did give her a shot for pain, and soon got the cut sewn up.
“No permanent injury,” the doctor said, “but she’ll have a headache for a day or two, she had a nasty cut. The shot we gave her will make her sleep for a few hours. Here’s a prescription for some pills that will help with her headaches, and another prescription for an ointment that needs to be applied three times a day to the wound; it will help keep out infection as it heals. You’ll need to follow up with your family doctor in about one week, and I can assess how she’s progressing at that time.”
I refused to put Al Tåzīm Al Islām in a wheelchair as we were leaving; I was carrying Al Tåzīm Al Islām, simple as that.
“Durgesh?” Al Tåzīm Al Islām said groggily on our way home, “Will you get me a milkshake…sounds so good.”
I laughed, thinking the pain shot we gave her was making her a little loopy, but, what the hell,
After getting the chocolate milkshake, I tried to hold it with one hand, so Al Tåzīm Al Islām could drink it, and drive with my other hand.
When we arrived at home, once again scooping her up in my arms, I looked down and noticed that between the deep V-neck of her white t-shirt, she had spilt several drops of the chocolate shake, on the top of her boobs.
I leaned my head down to lick them up when I caught myself.
“What the hell am I doing?”
I chastised myself as I carried Al Tåzīm Al Islām inside the house, now in a deep sleep.
Not willing to leave her alone, I carried her into my home office, laid her down on my imported, Italian-leather suede sofa and covered her up with a blanket.
As I worked at my desk for the next few hours, I began to think I was actually watching her more than I was watching the jet-engine blueprints I was working on.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said to myself. “Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s out cold from medication, she’s got stitches in her head from a cut, and I’m not right because she’s over there, and I’m over here…I’m not paying proper attention she needs now.”
I got up and went over to the couch.
I gently lifted Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s head and sat down, now placing her head and pillow in my lap.
She didn’t wake up, but seemed to feel my presence in her sleep.
She sighed and turned on her side, nuzzling her face in my abdomen, and continued to sleep.
I draped one arm across her stomach and placed my other hand on the top of her head, combing her hair back from off her face with my fingers.
I leaned my own head back against the couch and within a couple of minutes, I myself drifted off to sleep.
I wasn’t sure how long I slept, but I woke up when I felt Al Tåzīm Al Islām starting to become restless.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām, you okay, honey?”
“Durgesh?” she flickered her eyes a few times before they slowly started opening.
When she saw my face smiling down at her, she smiled broadly at me.
“Hi sweetie,” I said, kissing Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s forehead.
“Hey, Durgesh, I’m glad you’re here. Thanks for staying with me.”
Al Tåzīm Al Islām puckered her lips for me to kiss her.
As I’d done a thousand times before, I gave her a fatherly peck on her lips.
Although this time, Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s arms went around my neck and she gently held me in place when I leaned my head down.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām lingered her warm, soft, lips, on mine, lightly brushing them over the surface before pressing her lips firmly against mine.
Instinctively, I pulled back, shocked out of my mind.
“Durgesh.” There was something in the way she said that word that went directly to my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
It wasn’t a voice of a daughter or even a stepdaughter at all.
It was definitely the voice of a duly married wife to me, immensely in sexual love with me.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām told me everything in the syllables of that name.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!
Al Tåzīm Al Islām!
My duly married immensely loving wife?
I had never even imagined of it.
Nevertheless, that was Al Tåzīm Al Islām in her heart and mind absolutely.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!*
For a moment, I allowed myself to become, emotionally washed away, in Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s touch and kiss.
Her tongue sweetly parted my lips and within seconds we were kissing as passionately as I had ever kissed before in my life.
I couldn’t remember a time recently I’d ever felt such passion, such devotion, such total giving of a woman to me.
But then the other reality came crashing down on me.
“Stop, honey. We can’t kiss like that, Al Tåzīm Al Islām.” I reached up and gently removed Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s arms from around my neck.
“Honey, it was the medication you’re on. Go back to sleep.” My Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, ever dreamed by almost entire womankind, was nevertheless rock hard.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s mouth was absolutely amazing!
“Hell…that’s Al Tåzīm Al Islām for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I thought to myself.
“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Tåzīm Al Islām pouted.
“Honey, I love you, too. But we can’t kiss like that.” I traced Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s face with my fingertips.
“Mmmm…it feels good, Durgesh.”
“Just relax and go back to sleep, Al Tåzīm Al Islām.”
“Kiss me again, Durgesh…please.”
“No, honey. It’s better for you to rest right now.” Everything inside me was at war…my father’s love was battling with the romantic love, trying to convince me to simply open my mind and heart to her in a whole new way, and to love her.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām, now stop it. You’ll feel better later, just sleep now.”
“I’m awake now, Durgesh. And I’ll feel better when you kiss me.” Al Tåzīm Al Islām was one that had never argued with me.
Her temperament was always so sweet and easy going; we had only had a few disagreements in 23 years.
“Al Tåzīm Al Islām! That’s enough, honey. Now stop.”
“I’ll go to sleep if you kiss me.”
This time, Al Tåzīm Al Islām delicately slid her soft hands underneath My pull-over shirt, and splayed her hands on my chest, running her fingertips over there, just at the moment my lips made contact with hers.
She let out a soft, deep, moan.
My arm that was around Al Tåzīm Al Islām’s waist pulled her extremely beautiful young Musalmān body closer to me and my mouth started wanting to devour Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
Suddenly, I stopped,
“No! Al Tåzīm Al Islām, please, honey, we can’t!”
I gently lifted her head and pillow up from out of my lap, laying us back down on the couch as I stood up.
“I’ve got work to finish,” I was talking to Al Tåzīm Al Islām as I walked around my desk to sit down. “You go back to sleep and I’ll be here when you wake up.”
I was done talking; I started flipping through my latest blueprints, making notes over to the side, not once looking back over at Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
What Al Tåzīm Al Islām didn’t realize was that I had such a massive hard-on, I was doing my best to not only hide it, but also to will it to go down; feeling terribly uncomfortable for getting a boner from my sexual thoughts about Al Tåzīm Al Islām.
Al Tåzīm Al Islām!
Al Tåzīm Al Islām looked sadly at me, but the medication was still making it too easy for her to sleep.
She softly whimpered.
Her feelings were a little hurt by my sudden and abrupt departure.
She rolled over on her side and stared at me, not able to hold her eyes open for long, and soon fell asleep.
I noticed her eyes finally close and her breathing changed into deep, slow breathes, indicating Al Tåzīm Al Islām was asleep.
I let out a deep sigh and flopped back into my tall, leather, desk chair.
“What the hell was that?” I said out loud to myself.
I stared at Al Tåzīm Al Islām thoughtfully.
“It’s got to be the medication,” I thoughtfully murmured.
I tried to get back to work, but I could only concentrate for about two whole seconds at a time.
I’d look over at Al Tåzīm Al Islām, who, in her V-neck, white t-shirt and no bra, her full ‘C-cup-bordering-on-D-cup-tits, look so supple and soft.
They seemed to call out to me to touch the milky-soft, pink skin.
I was mesmerized by their natural Musalmān beauty.
I ached to squeeze them, to feel the delicate Musalmān softness.
Control yourself, Durgesh.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has made you habitual of having sex with Jet Musalmān Beauties, most of the time.
Never forget it, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it deliberately with a definite purpose.
To establish her ever dreamed Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
That’s what Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar has utmost successfully done once.
He compelled Musalmīn to marry their ardent Musalmān womankind with the Hindu mankind.
His son, Jahāngīr, did the same.
Shāhjahān did the same.
It ran for three generations nonstop.
Yet, what happened after that?
Didn’t it made possible the rise of Aurangzeb?
Wasn’t Darashikoh killed because he wanted to continue the same Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is obsessed to establish?
Do you want the rise of another Aurangzeb?
Try to come out of the conspiracy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her bandit horny Musalmān queens.
How a born Hindu is always a better husband for a born Muslimah, than a born Musalmān husband is?
It’s Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her bandit horny Musalmān queens’ Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad’s political strategy only.
Moreover, that’s too is dangerous in long term.
If you really want to protect innocent Darashikohs from Aurangzebs, prevent it right now.
Yes, Akbar was a great human being.
Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean everything he has done is correct.
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6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The Everbest Wives
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr sat at the kitchen table thinking about how the last three weeks have been since Durgesh moved back home after her father in law deserted her entire four extremely beautiful mothers in law.
“They are trying to cuckold me to themselves and their Anant Muslimātchod Hindu lover Durgesh.” Muħammad Zahūr had charged them.
“The ever impotent has run away ultimately from his marital duties.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s mothers in law told to the Press in their joint Press Conference.
Cuckolding the Musalmān husbands to their Hindu lover and themselves wasn’t any crime/evil in Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was running her ever ambitious Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement, proudly aggressively.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just had the sense that there was a sexual tension building between us and although in one way it troubled her, it excited her in ways Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not understand yet.
Deciding to see if it was just her imagination or was there really something going on, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr thought maybe she could see for herself if Durgesh was feeling the same way.
Hearing me working out down stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr tried to think of a way to see if I might be having the same sexual feelings about her as well.
I curled the weights as my mind drifted about seeing my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, in those skintight jeans that she seemed to be wearing more and more lately.
As I considered that Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might be doing it on purpose, I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rock hard just picturing her tight little Musalmān ass in my mind.
At night, I would manage fucking the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women who resembled her.
Was it only a coincidence?
Didn’t Durgesh hope Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would come in some night and catch me?
Finally, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard me coming up the stairs.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr leaned against the wall holding the curtain rod in her hand, waiting for me, her new father in law, to come into the room.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr spread her legs and arched her gorgeous Musalmān butt up in the air.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her heart racing and all misgivings Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, might have had were being over ruled by the throbbing between her legs.
“Dad, could you help me for a minute.” She yelled out to me.
I rounded the corner and could not believe what I was looking at.
There was my ‘Bahū Bégum’, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, with her gorgeous Musalmān butt arched up and I swore I could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot outlined in her jeans.
I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund get rigid.
I hoped Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would not turn around and catch me in this position.
She was already trying to seduce me desperately.
Seeing I too was erect for her would definitely enhance her efforts to get me sexually.
Here in Everbest Wives Creations, incest was a virtue not any evil at all.
The citizens of the Everbest Wives Creations had legally free sex rights almost.
It was considered the ultimate love and intimacy between a father in law and daughter in law that was highly respected, praised, admired and honored even publicly if they have sex too mutually.
“Unfulfilled sexual desires always bring jealousy, hatred, conspiracies and gradual destruction in an otherwise excellent family. The Everbest Wives Creations are principally against such stupidities.” The everywhere respected leaders of the Everbest Wives Creations said.
“How can I help you?” I asked courteously.
“Just come behind me and hold the rod while I slide the curtains down to the other side.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said respectfully feigning innocence even.
Apprehensively, I came up behind her, feverishly trying to think of thoughts that would kill my erection.
Feeling like I was almost safe, I felt my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass pushing back into my Hindu male groin.
Almost instantly, my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund sprang back to being rock hard again.
I knew Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, must have felt it too.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund right through her jeans. She new Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was soaking between her legs as well.
Part of her was afraid but another was like an animal in heat.
Now Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew despite my ever-righteous attitude, actually both of us were having the same feelings.
She smiled triumphantly.
She was the President of Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillah here, in Everbest Wives Creations.
They were determined to manage me to surrender to incest practically as much as it was possible for them.
They wanted me to fuck my every Musalmān Bahū Bégum, etcetera forever.
It was a challenge for them that I was still against incest so much.
“Well, if you’re done working out, I think I’ll go next.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said to me.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pulled on her sheer black leotards and looked in the mirror.
At forty-one, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, still had a great figure, a little on the slim side Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself but better than being over weight.
With her curly brown hair and slight frame, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could easily pass for her early thirties.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked at the shorts and T-shirt Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr always wore over her leotards and the thought all of a sudden crossed her mind not to wear them and just go out in the living room where I was and let me see her almost naked.
Looking in the mirror again, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could see her nipples sticking out and her crotch clearly showed the outline of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr shivered with excitement trying to decide if she had the courage to be so daring.
My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, slid her fingers between her legs and just stroking herself slightly brought her the answer Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking for.
I was lying down on the couch thinking about what just happened with my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.
She had to feel me between her buttocks and yet she did not get mad or act disgusted
. If anything, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr acted as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was enjoying it.
Maybe Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was just teasing me, I thought.
She could humiliate me if I did anything myself for my ever righteous attitude toward Incest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could then easily claim practically I myself love incest despite my official antagonism to it.
I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was probably putting on her black leotards and that long T-shirt.
How many times I wished I could see her without it.
I even hoped one day it would happen, whether I like it or not.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr walked out of her room and took a deep breath before going into the living room.
Was this all going too far Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked herself.
However, the throbbing between her legs gave her the answer she needed.
She felt as though Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of climax if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just even stroked herself softly.
I could not believe what I was looking at, as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr came into the room.
“Have you seen my white T-shirt, Durgesh?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked me.
I shook my head, ‘no’.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and bent over right across from as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr looked on the love seat for the t-shirt.
I was looking right at her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and legs, I knew she had a great body but this was unbelievable what was happening.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned around and stood right in front of me, she noticed the bulge in my gym shorts, which only added to her fever.
Maybe it was her imagination but Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just got the impression that I was huge by how it strained at the material in my shorts.
Let me have him inside me, méré Maulā.
I could not take my eyes off her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
The black material silhouetted it clearly.
The black nylons were clearly wet, as I no longer had to guess what was going on, my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, was seducing me deliberately and I was enjoying every moment.
Why the hell shouldn’t I?
I had to break their incestuous marriages, isn’t it?
“So what are you up to?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr asked.
“Just going to take a shower and surf the web.” I replied.
“Looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies, I would guess. But if you didn’t, I would be worried.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, smiling, as if she was only teasing me, nothing else was there.
“Bahū Bégum,” I smiled, “I like looking at naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies and then I love to lovemaking with them too. I’m legendary for it already, you know.” I replied.
I had decided now to play her game too, myself.
She wanted to prove I’ve surrendered to incest by fucking her.
I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and save her from the ultimate ever certain consequences of her incestuous sexual relationship with her own Hindu father/brother.
In the process, it was nothing wrong if I even enjoyed sex with her.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was not expecting such a bold response.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel her excitement growing with every passing second.
Trying to act as normal as possible without betraying her true feelings, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr just could not take her eyes off the Hindu bulge in my shorts.
It looked as if I had a cucumber and she figured it had to be at least nine or ten inches long, something a porn star would have, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr told herself.
“And what do you do after looking at those naked Musalmān Beauties and beautiful naked Musalmān houseladies?” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr seductively asked.
“Maybe you should come and find out for yourself.” I replied.
“Well; maybe I will do just that.” My Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said, taking advantage of the sudden unprecedented golden opportunity proposed to her.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr turned and walked towards the basement, then looked back and smiled most seductively, Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, knew how, at me.
Walking down the stairs, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could feel herself dripping from her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch.
She dare not touch herself for fear of cumming, “not yet” my Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, said softly.
I showered quickly, my Hindu erection straining for relief as I dried myself.
My heart raced, I could not believe if I was dreaming or was this really happening.
I knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would be surprised by the sight of my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and could not wait to see her reaction.
Even at my prestigious sixty five, I was blessed with what most men yearned to have.
I measured my penis at just over eleven inches; my so many girl friends’ biggest fear was that it would hurt her internally, so we never really had full intercourse even.
I told them it even constricted optimum according to the depth of their cunts, but there were still some of them, that were too frightened to believe me.
Yet, the fact never worried me.
I was too big.
What would be Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s response?
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr heard the shower stop and debated what to do next.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot screamed out for climax and Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was so curious to see what was going to happen next.
I walked out of the bathroom completely naked with my Hindu erection fully exposed.
I had never been so turned on and the way Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was teasing me, I did not care if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr caught me nude.
It only added to my excitement.
I walked in my bedroom and left the door open purposely for Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr to come in and catch me nude.
I had already called Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan before I went to shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was waiting for me there nude.
She was incurably proud of her ever excellent ever athletic nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
The more I fucked Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the more confident and proud of her nude body Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was.
I could feel myself throbbing between my legs. I was almost ready to fuck Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan when I saw Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing in the doorway.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could not believe what Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was looking at.
I had the biggest Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund she had ever seen.
It went straight up and just appeared to be almost up to my chest.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to touch herself and it took all her control to just stand there and not do it.*
The fact was Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr herself had an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah origin.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had ultimately managed to establish an Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in almost infinite creations.
She herself never approved of Everbest Wives Creations ideology.
Her father was a Brāhmañ, not a Vedic Monotheist Dvij Hindu.
Only her Ammī was an ardent Musalmān.
Whenever Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr had given voice to a girlish dream of irregular moral, her solemn orthodox Brāhmañ father, an omnivorous reader of Purāñs, Rāmāyañ and Mahābhārat, would repeat verbatim the words,
“Morals, romantic adventures she wants.”
Then lowering down at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, he would recite the wisdom of Someone:
“Morals, not adventures. Never. Adventures are an indication of inefficiency. Good explores never have them.”
As a consequence of this paternal foresight, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr’s formative years had been boundaried by tangible disciplines:
The clock at the bedside, the budget in the bureau drawer, the schedule on the kitchen wall.
These rigid lessons had stood Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr in good stead during her attendance at the HVSI University of Administration in Ved Nagar, during her first administrative jobs in Ved Nagar, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations ultimately.
Especially when she was offered a job by Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was surprised.
“But I don’t believe in the fundamental doctrine of Everbest Wives Creations.” She said, “I don’t want to marry my father/brother. I never approved of a Brāhmañ husband.”
“What?” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was surprised, “Do you want a Musalmān husband?”
“Durgesh says a Musalmān husband is not as dangerous as the Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah creations and Everbest Wives Creations declare them and publicize heavily.”
“That’s why Ved Nagar is still the ultimately advanced resort for Pseudo Musalmīn even.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said helplessly furiously. “There isn’t Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah exclusively. Even a Musalmān can be chosen as a husband in Ved Nagar and Hindu creations. Even Hindu Muslimāt creations tolerate the existence of Musalmān husbands in a noticeable number.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr laughed.
“Well, there’s actual Democracy in Ved Nagar and these Hindu creations. They have religious Democracy there.”
“Democracy? My foot. That’s chaos actually. No male must be allowed to have another religion except Hinduism and no female must be allowed to practice another religion except Islam.”
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was smiling gracefully.
“Why? Don’t you know yourself? It constitutes Ashvinātam couple, that’s the only scientifically perfect couple, none else.”*
I was past feeling inhibited and I swiveled my chair so it faced Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr directly.
I felt no embarrassment as I pulled nude young Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan down my shaft and slid it into her young smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The full length of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ever smart ever young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr quivered as Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr watched me fuck her as we both looked at each other.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr pictured in her mind what it would feel like, if Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr rode up and down Durgesh’s Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was sure that’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan actually, took her place right now.
Her ever-lovely ever-beautiful Musalmān crotch felt as though it was on fire pleading for release.
It went on for hours in various positions, until I could feel myself on the verge of cumming, closed my eyes, and fucked extremely beautiful Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, myself faster and faster.
Having Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr standing there watching me fuck her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, for hours, in countless sex positions, was the most exciting thing I could ever remember doing.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did not just catch me; Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was watching and waiting for my cum to shoot out of my eleven-inch Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr without even realizing it, moved closer to me.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to see me shoot my white Hindu cum out of that giant Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
When Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, was with her, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wait for Sinhdév Ākāsh, her husband, to cum and right at the last moment Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr would wrap her lips around his head and take it all into her mouth.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr wanted to do it now and fought herself from getting on her knees and sucking me dry.
I felt the first of five spasms as I shot my semen into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I could not believe how much came out and momentarily forgot that Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing right next to me watching every detail of my orgasm into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I opened my eyes, yet wasn’t surprised how close Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was standing to me.
I expected it from her.
I could see the camel toe in her leotards and knew Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr was on the verge of her own climax as well.
Her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was on her knees with her excellent gorgeous glamorous perfectly round heavy buttocked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Musalmān ass wide-open and looking back at the camera.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr realized Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was about her age as well.
“So; you love fucking Musalmān Beauties wide open.” Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr said.
“Especially when they look like you.” I answered, still pounding into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot was clutching my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund entirely embedded into her.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, smiled triumphantly at Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr.
I slid my hand slowly up her leg.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr froze as she felt the approaching fingers caressing her up towards her throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, ardent Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr did everything Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr could do to close her legs and not let the Hindu intruder have its prize but realized that her legs betrayed her as she opened wide for my hand to have its way with her.
I could not believe I was fingering my own Bahū Bégum, Al Kħālidah Al Zahūr, as I felt my Anant Muslimātchod unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund start to harden again into her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā’s ever young ever smart Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.
I had plenty of practice with her Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and knew exactly where to go to bring her to her own climax.
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The Everbest Wives
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was on her knees, eyes fixed on my massive unique legendary Uncut Hindu erection.
“I promise I can make you scream with this, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”
As I presented the monstrosity, she took in every graphic detail – the wrinkled sack where two tennis-ball-sized testicles held the promise of indefatigable Hindu potency, the alabaster barrel wrought with tortuous blue streaks that throbbed rhythmically, and the head, a purple clementine, that drooled with a menacing hunger.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor knew in her gut, evidenced by the sight before her and my unfaltering confidence, that I was certainly right.
Face flushed, eyes wide, and mouth dry, the 36-year old housewife felt a heat in her belly and a tingling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy she hadn’t felt in a long time.
Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, her Hindu husband wasn’t Durgesh after all.
He was better than Musalmīn.
But there was no comparison of Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar with Durgesh, the ever successful dream lover and dream fucker Hindu of the Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
It was a humiliation to be dependent on Durgesh again for sex.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never imagined sex was so important for even herself.
Quickly losing control of the situation, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor pretended that she hadn’t heard me.
Fighting through the lump in her throat, she managed to mutter,
“Uh… sorry Durgesh, I didn’t hear what you said.” She smiled weakly, “Guess ‘your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’ is getting old.”
The weak attempt to defuse the situation failed.
Completely serious, I replied, “I know you heard what I said.”
I stepped closer, the pungent, yet undeniably male aroma from my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund coaxing a burst of fluid from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot that soaked her panties.
I looked down into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ever-ardent Musalmān eyes,
“And I do mean my every word always. You know I always keep my promises.”
My unyielding gaze made Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor shudder imperceptibly.
She couldn’t believe that I, her ever-handsome ever young Hindu lover, could reduce her, a fully-grown highly educated ardent Musalmān woman, to an awestruck teenage Musalmān girl.
No less than five minutes ago, an errant Hindu lover had confidently asked Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor to look under my bed for a lost trinket.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor even playfully scolded me and mussed my hair.
Now, my ruse to reveal my physical gifts successful, a Hindu man stood large over an ardent Musalmān woman, demanding her surrender.
Yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor loved Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She was absolutely against any Musalmān woman marrying any Musalmān male.
In fact, she hated personally even entire Musalmān mankind so much, she herself invited Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to open her Seven Movements branches everywhere in her Everbest Wives Creations.
She herself was the President of Cuckold Your Musalmān Husband Movement here in the Everbest Wives Creations.
The movement wasn’t needed actually here in Everbest Wives Creations anywhere.
It was absolutely illegal here for any Musalmān woman to marry a Musalmān.
Such a marriage was void ab initio legally everywhere in Everbest Wives Creations.
A Musalmān woman could marry only her Hindu father or Hindu brother, none else.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said,
“Only a Stavak Uncut Hindu Lund is eligible to penetrate any Musalmān Cunt, none else.*
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stammered,
“Swee… sweetie… I… we can’t. Now, I am a married woman to a Hindu. You know.” Fighting every voice in her head enjoining her to succumb, she blurted out the only rational defense she had, “My husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar … Allah, my husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.”
The thought of her spouse brought along a torrent of guilt and fear,
“I love my husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, and I could never. We’re happily married.”
“Bullshit. I know he can’t satisfy you, at least as much as you need. I advised you not to have any incestuous marriage. Even Hindutv can’t cure incestuous destructions. “I calmly intoned.
“Yes, you said,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said curtly, “but I never believed you. None the hell does ever. Incest is a bliss. Incest is the utmost necessity for survival of the humankind. Your Vedic Hinduism is the only religion that is against incest ab initio. Islam says incest was allowed by even Allah Rabbil åālmīn, otherwise the human race had ended with Ħazrat Ādam ålayhissalām and Ħazrat Ħavvā ålayhissalām. Even Ħazrat Ādam ålayhissalām married so many of his real daughters, allowed his sons to marry the rest of their real sisters. They were the Everbest Wives for them. There wasn’t another man or woman for them.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was flabbergasted at my casual dismissal of her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.
Her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, had always been a loving husband, and until now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had been sure that I revered her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar.
Besides, while her spouse was no lothario, he was a patient and caring Hindu lover.
With this rational defense, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor regained some authority.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about! My husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, is a wonderful Hindu lover.”
Yet, even as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor said that, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s words rang hollow somehow.
She couldn’t ignore that the years had produced a mismatch between her husband’s waning libido and her increasingly desperate desire.
Durgesh always insisted.
“Even Hindutv can’t save incestuous persons from their ultimate disaster. Incest destroys manhood, potency, if not immediately, ultimately.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and the entire Everbest Wives Creations never believed it.
It opposed even the diplomatic political relations with Hindus and especially with Ved Nagar.*
I smiled, noting the lack of conviction in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s denial.
Years of covert reconnaissance on Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s and her husband’s marital bed had given me a keen insight into Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s sexual proclivities.
Yes, her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, used cunnilingus where his tiny penis and insignificant stamina had failed.
Hell, he might have even given her a rare climax she didn’t have to fake.
Yet, it were the small things that neither Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor nor her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, wished to acknowledge, that were the most interesting:
The innumerable nights when concupiscent Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was denied by her tired husband, her silent boredom and disgust as the fat old man on top of her thrust away, the dissatisfied way she clamped her legs sometimes, the frantic way she fingered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy during an “orgasm” trying to scratch an itch that just couldn’t be reached.
“I know, from first-hand experience, what a completely satisfied woman looks like. In the past five years, I’ve not once seen you satisfied.”
The initial shock of learning that I was a Peeping Tom was overridden by her own sexual needs soon.
It should have been obvious, she realized, perusing my black eyes, long still black hair even at my sixty five, handsome nose, sensuous lips, and square jaw; yet, she had always seen me as her innocent Hindu lover.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt a twinge of jealousy and an itch deep inside her belly as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor saw a vision of My tan, muscular arms wrapped around some shrieking floozy, my shiny quadriceps bulging as I mercilessly fucked her.
The middle-aged Musalmān Beauty felt as if she was going to pass out.
‘Plenty. Recently, more and more of them have said I’m easily the best they’ve ever had. I’ve been training hard for this day, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”
Allah! Oh God, it was premeditated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor began to shake.
I knew she was mine again.
I took her tiny hand, and with meeting no resistance, placed it on my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The temperature difference between her cool hand and my warm babymaker made me hiss softly.
As if by instinct, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s fingers curled around the base of my massive Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund – she gawked at how much length and girth still remained.
I wrapped my hand over hers and began stroking.
I moaned softly,
“Aren’t you curious Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor? Don’t you want to know what a man twice as long and wide as your husband feels like inside you?”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor watched with morbid fascination as the colossal glans disappeared and reappeared within the skin of my shaft.
The itch in her womb was now unbearable.
“Yes,” she croaked out.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could barely feel her legs.
I had to help her up.
Without a word, I slowly undid the ribbon on Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s robe.
I then slipped it off her shoulders, causing the green garment to pool on the floor.
My breathing quickened as I saw unobscured the body I had secretly missed for the last five years.
My eyes began at the small, arched feet, complete with pink nail polish and moved onto her round calves.
I couldn’t help but smile at the soaking white panties and beads of Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy juice running down Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s milky-white thighs, confirming her obvious arousal.
The pleasurable vision continued up over a surprisingly toned stomach and onto the black lace bra that barely held a pair of formidable udders within. Her rapid breaths made the large pale orbs rise and fall under her flushed chest and taut neck.
“You’re still beautiful, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor ,” I whispered.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor observed as I triumphantly studied her undulating Musalmān breasts, my impossibly large Hindu shaft thickening further, jumping impatiently, and spitting a burst of clear pre-cum.
It was evident that the handsome sixty five -year-old before her wanted – no, needed – her middle-aged Musalmān body and she felt a strange sense of pride, even as the fear and ache within her intensified.
I stepped closer, and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt a warm, wet prod below her belly-button.
She would have looked down to confirm that it was my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, but she was currently hypnotized by my unflinching gaze as I bent in to kiss her.
I grasped her small waist in my hands, pushing her towards her bed, and closed the gap, giving her a deep, sensual kiss that both confirmed my obvious experience and the lack of passion in her marriage.
As our tongues danced, My Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund traced a line of warm precum on my partner’s stomach and my hands expertly unclasped her lace bra.
When the long kiss ended and I let go, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, now breathless, felt her knees buckle and her gorgeous Musalmān ass plop down on the bed, watching as her bra fell on my Hindu erection and slid off.
She fell back on her elbows, her flushed chest heaving as she fought to catch her breath.
The erotic sight in front of me sealed my resolve, as I took off my shirt.
I heard Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gasp as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gazed upon my prominent deltoids and muscled chest that tapered down in a ruthless V to my hips.
She nearly drooled when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor saw my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund lightly slap the stomach.
How could this utmost capable Hindu, this picture of virility, be related to her flabby, effeminate husband?
I advanced upon the bed, my formidable figure towering over the half-supine Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.
“Lie down on your back. Spread your legs.”
The woman who had adorned my nude male Hindu lap before her incestuous marriage, yet refused to allow me to fuck her after it, followed my imperative without hesitation.
I pulled down her panties and effortlessly rolled them off her legs, finally gaining once again access to a treasured vault she kept secret even from me for past five years.
The ample hair that covered the area was golden, not abundantly found, and the red, engorged, slobbering clam below held the promise of a warm, wet, and soft downy grip as I pounded it relentlessly for hours.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor found herself shivering and fought to control her excitement.
I stepped between her legs and laid my Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund on her stomach.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor… look how deep I’m gonna be inside of you.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stared with disbelief as the mammoth head drooled a warm pool on her belly a good inch above her navel.
“This Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund is going to tear my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān womb, once more from now on, in half,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor thought to herself somewhat morbidly.
The thought of her womb brought another concern to mind. “Shou… shouldn’t we use a… a condom, Durgesh?”
I had no intention of dulling sensation during a fuck I’d been dreaming of once more for five years.
I needed to feel every bump, crevasse, and grip within the woman of my Hindu dreams.
Moreover, I found the idea of impregnating Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor now quite arousing – her husband, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, certainly hadn’t been had been up to the task of producing a second Eldridge child.
I grabbed my Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and began stroking Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s flushed, puffy labia with my glans.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor moaned, My ministrations simultaneously providing relief and stoking the heat within her.
She was losing her mind.
“I don’t have one, and we both know none of your husband’s will fit me. I can go buy some magnums at CVS tomorrow. Do you want me to stop?” I smiled Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lundily, knowing my question was rhetorical.
“No!” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor almost yelled at me. “I mean… you… you can pull out, right?” Any rationalization would do.
I met her halfway and lied half-heartedly, “Whatever you say, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.”
A silence fell over the room; female panting and the ticking of the clock above the headboard the only audible sounds.
Both partners knew what was coming next, and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s eyes pleaded with me to move forward.
I wasn’t going to let Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor off that easy.
“Tell me what you want Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.” I stopped stroking, producing a whine of resentment from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.
“Allah Allah! God damn it. You know what I want. I… I want… I want you. I want you inside me.”
“Your wish is my command.” I lifted her milky white calves, placing them on my tan, broad shoulder, and walked forward until my legs touched the edge of the bed, partially folding Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor on to herself.
Then, I aimed my swollen glans within the warm Musalmān cleft and began pushing in.
Despite the ample lubrication from both partners, the resistance was significant, and the middle aged housewife cum politician hissed and gritted her teeth as I desperately sought to return where I once was almost ever.
“Ssssss… Durgesh …honey… Durgesh ! Ugh… it’s not going to ssss… fit!”
“Sālī, shut up. It fitted once optimum. Didn’t it?”
However, with the perseverance that Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had always enjoyed in me, I was again able to finally work the prodigious crown of my Hindu manhood inside, causing a few inches to slide in with little resistance.
“Ooooh! Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! MY GOD! Durgesh, I can’t do it – you’re too big! YOU’RE KILLING ME,” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor sobbed, as the few inches inside her stretched her beyond imagination.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor looked down at, was horrified at, how much of the thick Uncut Hindu Lund still remained outside.
Knowing from previous experience that the transient pain would be well worth it for her in a few Moments, I ignored Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s protests and positioned myself for the impending assault. I bent forward and rested on my locked arms, further folding in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, until my eyes gazed into hers, my head in between her outstretched legs.
In this position, the middle-aged outstanding Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty was completely at my mercy – all Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could do was grab my sinewy forearms and hold on for the ride.
The 38-year old outstanding Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauty, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, pleaded with her eyes, completely submissive,
“Darling… please… you don’t need to go any deeper!”
I was no stranger to that line.
“Yes I do. Trust me, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor. You’ll be thanking me in just a bit, once more.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor nodded – even in agony, the housewife cum politician still needed the itch within her soothed.
With measured force, I used shallow thrusts to excavate deeper and deeper within.
Each my Hindu thrust produced a litany of reactions from Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor.
A quick jab would yield a reflexive grunt; a slow, deep one would make her eyes go wide and Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor would whimper; and deliberate rolls of my hips would produce hisses.
One particular thrust, after about halfway in, caused her to reflexively put her hand on my abdomen to impede my progress – I smiled, knowing that I was now deeper than her husband had ever been inside her.
“Allah! Oh God… sweetHEART!… it… feels aahhh… like you’re in my throat. Ssss… you’re in sooo deep!”
As I continued to bury myself in Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s honeypot, my expertise slowly nulled the pain of the intrusion, converting it first to a strange pressure, and now to a tingling that Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had never experienced before, for five long years.
I also noticed this sensory melioration – Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s vocalizations turned softer and sweeter, her white-knuckle deathgrip on her arm changed to a soft caressing, and her previously absconding hips now began thrusting upwards with my rhythm.
I looked down to assess the physical status of our union.
My Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund slowly, but methodically, sunk in and out of Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my prodigious girth vigorously stretching her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
As the pipe ascended, the previously submerged portion slick and glistening, it acted as a plunger, bringing up with it a quantity of clear fluid, the aroused quim’s response to its burly assailant that trickled down her thighs and spilled onto the already soaked bed.
Sweat drenched both participants and a musky smell hung over the bed. The lecherous Hindu relished the combination of the raunchy sights, heady smells, and feminine whimpers none else could now ever experience.
Finally, with half an inch to go, My glans made light contact with Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s cervix.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor froze up as she felt an unprecedented sensation – the soothing of that ache deep within her.
As I withdrew, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor became desperate, panting with her mouth open and begged me for relief.
“No! Sweetie, Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Hindu, please – come back! I need you where you were! Please!!”
I smirked and thrust back in just shallow of what Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed.
I repeated my cruel tease, now adding clitoral stimulation with one of my hands to really drive the ardent Musalmān woman beneath me insane.
My conquest was nearly complete.
“Tell me you’re my woman, once more, now for ever, no separation anymore now. Tell me you don’t love that pencil dick loser you married. You tell me that, I’ll give you what you want.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor sobbed and clawed at my chest, lost between the man she owed so much to and the Anant Muslimātchod utmost experienced unique legendary Hindu man that she now needed. Yet, as the pleasure from her nub grew and the fire within her remained unabated, she knew Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had no choice.
No matter how much Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor loved her husband, my magnificent Anant Muslimātchod utmost successful ever-triumphant unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and my prowess as a lover rendered anything before moot.
Any moral high ground Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had, collapsed.
“I’M YOUR WOMAN! Once more for ever! THAT PENCIL-DICK LOSER MEANS NOTHING TO ME IF I CAN’T HAVE YOU! I, PLEAASSEE!!!” She desperately wrapped her legs around me, trying to push me back in.
Satisfied at my domination, I began a merciless assault that combined rapid, medium-depth thrusts with continual clitoral stimulation, and with a timing that had made me indispensable in countless bedrooms, I drove in fully, my pubic bone slamming into her mons.
The fat crown of my Panjvaqtah-Namāzī-Saåūdī-Årab-Wahābī-Musalmān-Pussy-Pleaser, firmly rubbed into Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s cervix, firmly scratching the itch she had borne for five years.
At the same time, her clitoris and ever young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot both climaxed.
The result was the most intense orgasm of Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor’s life.
“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH… ALLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH…..GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOD!!!!!” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor screamed.
Her back arched, her legs tightened their grip on me and shook uncontrollably, her nails drew blood in my back, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets.
I expertly maintained pressure while thrusting and rolling my hips, maintaining the paroxysm.
As the aftershocks of her orgasm rolled through, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor continued to grunt, shake, and shriek for at least another five minutes.
I slowly pulled out, causing another pool of fluid to slosh out of her stretched, battered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and dribble onto the soaked bed. Panting, euphoric, completely satisfied, exhausted, and nearly delirious, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor fell back on the bed.
“That was amazing, sweetheart. You really did keep your promise.”
To her surprise, she heard laughter. “I’m not done yet.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor looked up, bemused.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor then realized that I was still rock hard.
“I’m not satisfied. Hell, I haven’t even really fucked you yet, Your Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor. Your husband won’t be home for another five hours – I promise I’m going to make you scream another ten times.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was dumbfounded.
“And as you already know, I always keep my promises. Now, get on your hands and knees.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor stared blankly, jaw agape.
She felt that familiar itch inside her again, and then the utmost experienced Hindu penetration once more, as soon as Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor obeyed me.
Now, for ever?
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled ultimately enjoying to be my mare once more.
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Ultimately, Kħālidah Jibrān smiled at me,
“For what?” I feigned surprise.
Hell, it is never good to humiliate a lady whose subconscious is as deepest in love with me as Kħālidah Jibrān was.
Without immense deepest love for me in her heart, even if she was never aware of it, Kħālidah Jibrān could have never fucked me whole night, so wildly, passionately, affectionately and savagely, as she did, after all.
Kħālidah Jibrān looked at me gravely,
“You know for what.”
“No, I don’t.”
“I know you are kind enough not to humiliate me more than I have already humiliated myself whole night. Please, forgive me. I am not a slut, even though I behaved like one, with you.”
“Well, it was what you wanted to do with me, as soon as you saw me first time.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was suddenly horrified,
“Allah, nooooo! Never. I never thought of you in this way.”
“Oh, come on, young lady. You are a D. Lit. Don’t talk nonsense. You understand inherent psychology as much, as I myself do. Why do you hate your husband?”
“Allah, noooooooooooo! I never hated Nādir Shāh Åbdālī.” She was more horrified now.
“You have always hated him,” I said gravely, “You still hate him, moreover.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was looking at me incredulously.
“Oh, come on, Papaji. It was only a female animal, not me. I shouldn’t have taken that wine.”
“Are you sure, it was only a female animal in you, and wine?”
“Oh sure, you don’t think so?”
“This bedroom has five video cameras and transmitters so that Nādir Shāh Åbdālī could watch us from where he was.”
Kħālidah Jibrān laughed ironically.
“So you know that too?”
“What do you think I am? A damn fool? Nādir Shāh Åbdālī deliberately suggested you to let me sleep here. He was watching us whole night, alive.”
“You know it all, and still ask me why I hate the bastard?” Kħālidah Jibrān laughed bitterly.
“I see. So, you were not intoxicated? It wasn’t any accident? It wasn’t an effect of wine? You did it deliberately?” I asked her savagely.
“I need you to fight with my ever criminal husband. He is an agent of India.”
“That’s right. He sends the military and political secrets of Pakistan to India.”
“I can’t believe you.”
“Because you are an Indian, and you think every politician of India is stark white.” She said bitterly.*
I watched her patiently.
“Not exactly,” I said, “We may have less of the dirty politicians in India than you Pakistanis have here in Pakistan, but no country, including India, can ever claim we haven’t any criminal politicians at all.”
“Thank you. Most of you Indians never admit it.”
“Well, I try to be truthful.”
“And, that’s the reason this ever ardent patriot of Pakistan, loves you.” She smiled.
“I can’t believe a Pakistani ardent patriot that is herself an agent of Pakistan, against India.”
“Not against India, against the dirty Indian politicians who act against Pakistan. We are a separate autonomous country now. Why the hell even after more than sixty years of our partition they still don’t acknowledge it?”*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had had an evening, a night, and part of a morning to get over what he saw whole night.
Allah, Kħālidah Jibrān was immensely crazy to fuck Durgesh.
Well, almost his every Musalmān houselady was.
Durgesh had an infinite lust for extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other working Musalmān Beauties as well.
He could never believe his ardent patriot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān wife could even ever fuck Durgesh.
But she did.
He met Durgesh in Ved Nagar.
He had to.
Kħālidah Jibrān had suspected his unpatriotic activities to Pakistan.
She was an ardent Pakistani.
She even refused to agree with Durgesh that Partition of India was a blunder in 1947.
At least, the changing quality of light within corridors, squares and parks of the Administrative Residential Sector of Ved Nagar, made it seem that an evening, a night, and a part of the morning had passed.
He left his diamagnetic EV scooter in a scooter cubby outside the City limits.
It had more than enough EV charge now.
After all Kħālidah Jibrān had fucked Durgesh whole night.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī still didn’t believe that diamagnetic EV scooters were charged when they were in the EV force field of some Musalmān Beauty and Durgesh fucking nonstop for a considerable time.
They said the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt served as a Rheostat when Durgesh Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis enters and moves into it, acting as an electrified magnetic bar.
With every movement of Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Penis into an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, the lines of force of Durgesh and his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān sex partner changed.
It produced the EV charge that recharged the diamagnetic EV scooters.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed this nonsense.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was crazy if she really thought the Musalmīn would believe this garbage.
It was only they wanted to show, ostensible, not truth.
The actual science behind it was only known to Durgesh and HVSI Group of Companies.
They were not damn fools enough to tell it to everyone.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī wasn’t afraid of anyone.
His political opponents had succeeded in removing him from Pakistan.
He thought of Ved Nagar with its diamagnetic EV ground cars, hover cars and anti-grav gyros.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī locked the cubby and fingerprint-sealed it.
He moved under the first of the tall bridge like structures that supported the upper City.
The utmost richest City of the entire Multiverse, they called Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī never believed what the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus ever said.
The ever dirty, ever sexiest liars.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus were actually the persons behind the screen that always defeated every military campaign and/or intellectual movements that win almost every country wherever they went, except India.
The Hindus were too shrewdest and smart ever to talk about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
They always talked about Brāhmañ, Xatriý, Vaishý and Shūdr, never about their real power behind the screen, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Even most of the traditional Hindus were not aware of this ever closely guarded political secret of Hindus.
The Upper City, in Ved Nagar, was exactly the name implied.
It was built, the entire City, Ved Nagar, Trantor, was built in countless stories, as if it was not a City at all, it was a building, a Mansion, only.
They claimed the stories in which Ved Nagar was built were actually infinite, in infinite realities.
The bloody liars.
Perhaps they never told truth.
Everything they had was infinite.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled sarcastically.
Durgesh had infinite bodies, hahaha.
Durgesh had infinite Musalmān wives, everyone of them being beautiful beyond imagination, what a sick fantasy!
Durgesh had infinite Brāhmañ wives too.
Thanks Allah, thanks God, Durgesh didn’t have infinite Christian wives, infinite Jew wives, infinite atheist wives.
Everyone of them was only countless.
But Durgesh’s ever nonstop sexual intercourse with everyone of them, was infinite, no exception.
After all, they were not enjoying nonstop sex actually.
They were running the Multiverse, keeping it alive.
Of all the fantasies!
Every story, every layer, every tier, of Ved Nagar was divided rigidly by a horizontal layer of fifty square miles of Hirañý metal, utmost hardest metal ever found by humankind, resting upon some countless, not infinite again, thank God, countless steel girdered pillars.
Most of the Ved Nagar was not only inaccessible to everyone, it was even invisible to them.
Allah knows better even if it existed there or not.
Hindus were utmost expert in spreading rumors benevolent to them.
Not all of them, but the Bachhalyās of them, headed them, in all of these ever dirtiest political games.
That was why Hindus, or India, could never be defeated to the extent to destroy Hindu culture altogether, as the other cultures were destroyed completely by Muslim invaders and imperialists.
The Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus called it ‘Jan Pravād Dharmyuddh’, whatsoever the hell it meant.
Above, in the sun, were the Brahmarshis.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew his way.
He walked confidently.
It was a good move to see Durgesh himself.
Kħālidah Jibrān might have more power than him in Pakistan, but Durgesh had his power everywhere.
It maybe, of course, that Pakistani patrollers can get him, but as long as Durgesh himself is with Nādir Shāh Åbdālī, they couldn’t harm him even a bit.
Yet, he avoided the passersby, as a precaution.
They surveyed his Pakistani national dress with interest.
The sun was out now.
The Multiverse had infinite creations with infinite realities.
The sun was pouring through the spaced openings in the Hirañý metal above to form strips of light that made the intervening space all the darker.
He plunged through the bright strips, in a rhythmic, almost hypnotic fashion.
The Musalmān Beauties and the beautiful Musalmān houseladies were on their knees and elbows on the strips.
Durgesh was fucking almost all of them, from their extremely glorious behind.
They absorbed the warmth and moved as the strip moved.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew now he was going up.
He was standing before a structure that filled the space between four square placed pillars.
It was an elevator that lifted to the upper level.
There were the same elevators everywhere between two levels.
Ved Nagar really was a dream City.
At first, Pakistan tried her best to oppose the development of Ved Nagar.
But it was the internal matter of India.
As soon as the UPA-2 government resigned and NDA government came in administration after Midterm 2012, Pakistan immediately realized the supremacy of Ved Nagar.
Extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān houseladies invariably started to purchase real estates in Ved Nagar under this or that pretext.
Kħālidah Jibrān herself had such properties here.
Basic chemicals and raw food staples were shipped into Lower levels of the City, but finished plastic ware and fine meals were matter for Upper City, exclusively occupied by Multiversal administrative staff of Ved Nagar.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī signaled the elevator.*
He was cautious enough of Pakistani Patrollers.
They still are here in Ved Nagar too.
Ved Nagar had its an integral part in Pakistan too, of course, with the express permission of Pakistan.
Not exactly, it was actually a request from Pakistan herself.
Well, it was true however.
Truth is stranger than fiction, after all.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī had been in Ved Nagar for many years.
Ved Nagar was a miraculous City.
Countless non Hindus still hated Ved Nagar.
They thought, and it was deliberately taught to and told them that the Hindus were still Kāfirs.
No Musalmān should believe any Hindu ever.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī knew there were some anti Hindus still now, as there were some anti Musalmīn too.
So many attempts were there to blast Ved Nagar by terrorist Pseudo Musalmīn suicide bombers, but the Ved Nagar administration was always proved to be more efficient.
It always arrested every suicide bomber before they could do anything.
No, they were not punished by death sentence.
They were sent to time travel instead to watch the golden period of Islam when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålahi wa sallam and Kħulfa-e-Rāshidūn razī Allāhu tålā ånahunn themselves were there in person.
Ved Nagar administration argued let them watch themselves what the true Islam is.
The Pseudo Islam of post Yazīd Malåūn era could be more effectively destroyed from their brain in this way.
It may cure their terroristic tendencies so inherent in them.
Trantor/Ved Nagar was the center and breeding place of the ever shrewdest ever smartest Hindus, the Bachhalyās and the Vedic Monotheist Hindus.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī learned to bear in silence.
He ought not forget what he had learnt now.
Of all the times, not now while Pakistani patrollers were after him.
The foolish operators of those patrollers were too prejudiced to understand what was in the favor of Pakistan actually, and what not.
Yes, the patrollers couldn’t harm any humankind.
They were mere humanoid robots.
But there were some stupid Pakistanis too that always harmed Pakistan, thinking they were benefiting her.
That was the real problem.
The humanoid lady robot operator of the elevator looked disgusted, but it was for a moment only.
It smiled at once.
“Only you, sir?”
“Only me,” Nādir Shāh Åbdālī too smiled in return.
He stepped in.
“Your ID card, sir.” The beautiful humanoid lady robot operator again cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled and produced the standard document folder every person authorized to go to the Upper level had to present.
No possibility of presentation of any forged document.
A human operator could be cheated, but not a humanoid robot.
It couldn’t be bribed too.
Ved Nagar administration was ever efficient.
The utmost efficient administration the entire human history had ever produced.
It was almost faultless.*
Kħālidah Jibrān greeted Al Safiyah Al Ghaus with her usual surface cordiality.
Their first meeting had been a long time ago.
Nearly a Standard Year had passed.
Kħālidah Jibrān had tried to pay every possible attention to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus’s story, but her adamant opposition to Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his family persons was something even Kħālidah Jibrān could not digest.
She could not understand why Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was as friendly to Al Safiyah Al Ghaus as she was friendly to Kħālidah Jibrān herself.
Couldn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan understand Durgesh is an ever incurable humanist?
Couldn’t she understand Durgesh is an ever incurable Multiversalist as well?
Even entire womankind can’t make Durgesh to oppose any victim/victims ever.
Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t know what Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and Udaý would do in the similar circumstances, but she definitely knew what Durgesh would.
Kħālidah Jibrān could not believe Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t.
Yes, Kħālidah Jibrān was an ardent Pakistani.
What’s wrong in loving one’s own country?
Can’t a person be a Multiversalist humanist as well as an ardent patriot to her own country?
Doesn’t Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, love India and Saåūdī Årab both equally?
Don’t Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad both love India and Saåūdī Årab equally too?
Doesn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan love India and Saåūdī Årab equally as well?
And isn’t it a fact that Ammī Ħuzūr, Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, all the four love Saåūdī Årab more still now?
Isn’t it a fact Durgesh loves India more, even though he is an ever incurable Multiversalist humanist?
Then why the hell Kħālidah Jibrān could not love Pakistan more, even though she is a Multiversalist humanist too?
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus looked at Kħālidah Jibrān patiently,
“ACP Suraiyā Jamāl informed me that you were also a daughter in law to Durgesh before you gathered your courage, planned and made love to him, without caring for his pre consent even. I congratulate you.”
“Thank you.” Kħālidah Jibrān smiled, “ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was interested in me, to the extent, I never knew.”
“She was too a daughter in law to Durgesh once,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled cunningly, “Durgesh raped her on her own husband’s request.”
Kħālidah Jibrān was grave now.
“She blackmailed her husband to do so?”
“I don’t know the details, sorry.”
“How do you know Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and Muħammad bin Qāsim are still in Ved Nagar?” Kħālidah Jibrān suddenly asked.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled.
They both were nude.
As usual, I was fucking both of them in my two separate bodies.
Despite her nonstop sexual intercourse practice with me now, Kħālidah Jibrān didn’t believe I actually had my infinite bodies.
She tried her best to crash the mystery, but she was still unable to do so.
The most probable explanation to her was I was using my identical humanoid robots.
Kħālidah Jibrān was not satisfied entirely with this explanation even, but it was the best she could do at present.*
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī paused on the curved ramp that led to the main entrance.
He could not help except to praise the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās that they had ultimately succeeded in hyperspace netting the entire Multiverse.
Of course, they loved to educate everyone despite the countless fatwas of countless anti education Mullahs and Maulavīs that the library the ‘Kāfirs’ had made available thus, was mostly anti Islam.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was honest enough to admit that the anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, even if they were countless, were ever dirty liars.
The most books in the library were not even had any concern whatsoever with Islam.
Moreover, to view and read something critical to any religion or ideology, it was necessary to get prior permission of the Human librarian.
Mostly there were humanoid robot librarians, lady robots mostly.
The color scheme of the ramp gave the illusion of steps, giving the library the proper air of archaism that traditionally accompanied structures.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī was all praise for the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās, despite the entire fatwas of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs, that Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās were at least quite sophisticated men.
He was not alone.
Countless others unbiased Musalmīn that were pro education also praised the Vedic Monotheist Hindus and the Bachhalyās for it.
Education, even the utmost highest, was never made so easily available in any era.
The main hall was large, warm softly, and full of the readers that could not manage to get this luxury in their own homes.
The lady robot librarian behind her desk, looked up and rose.
“Sir,” she cooed, “if you don’t appreciate a lady robot attending you, a male humanoid robot can be arranged to attend you.”
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
“Sorry for my fellow Musalmīn, they are finicky even in the libraries. I am normal. It’s normal for me to have a lady robot attendant.”
“Thank you, sir. Actually your name…”
“I know, I know. Most of my fellow Musalmīn insist on a male robot attendant. But actually they are not the one to be blamed even then. We Musalmīn have a large number of anti-education Mullahs and Maulavīs. They have made the life of average Musalmīn hell by announcing very irresponsible fatwas every now and then. They have made Islam a house of glass that can be broken by anything whatsoever.”
Lady robot smiled cordially.
She seated herself and plucked a metal silver from a slot.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī took it.
He placed his right thumb firmly upon it.
The lady robot librarian took it back and put it in another slot.
A green light appeared and shone constantly.
“Room 786, sir.” She cooed.
Nādir Shāh Åbdālī smiled,
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It was difficult being around me the next day.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but glance at my Hindu crotch, and when she did, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see my great Hindu bulge.
How had she never noticed that before?
Once Al Fātimah Al Muħammad caught her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, looking.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes met and they had to chuckle.
The next night, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was having trouble sleeping.
She refused to masturbate thinking about me.
It was just wrong.
I was the the ever infamous Muslimāt fucker Hindu.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān.
Around midnight, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard something in the hallway and knew what it was.
She got up and opened her door a crack, just in time to see Al Fātimah Al Muħammad slip into my room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad followed her.
Just as she opened the door, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad caught her wrapping her hand — at least as much as it would go — around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad!” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad whispered.
She looked up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
“I can’t help it, Ammī. I have to feel how big this thing is.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started sliding her hand up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund, and it slowly got bigger.
“Allah! Holy shit.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stood there mesmerized as
my Uncut Hindu Lund got bigger and bigger.
“Look at his balls!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said, and started fondling them with her other hand. “They’re like fucking tennis balls!”
After a minute or two, it looked like she had gotten my Uncut Hindu Lund to its full length.
“Gotta be 10 inches,” she said. “Gotta ruler?” She giggled.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could not stop staring at my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. An Uncut Hindu Lund that big can only be called a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s panties were soaked again and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worried her scent would start filling the room.
“You wanna touch it, Ammī?” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked, still stroking it.
“No, no, I can’t.”
Allah, how fascinated, how obsessed, how mesmerized, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad herself was.
She never admonished her daughter to stop it immediately.
Instead, she only said she couldn’t touch my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“C’mon, Ammī! What’s the big deal? It’s just a unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. I mean, it’s a big fucking unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad walked over and kneeled down next to Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
She was still stroking My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to be the one doing it.
But Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just couldn’t, could she?
She grabbed her Ammī’s hand and put it on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Allah, God, it felt good.
It was so warm and hard, but at the same time soft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had forgotten what it was like holding a nice thick cock, though she’d never held one nearly this big.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was fondling my Hindu balls with both hands, while her Ammī Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked the shaft.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad glanced at me, but I looked sound asleep.
“Alright,” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said after a minute. “My turn again.”
She put her hand on her Ammī’s and her Ammī reluctantly let it go.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad started stroking again, but suddenly she did something Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wasn’t prepared for.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and took my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad! That’s too far now.” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad warned her daughter.
She bobbed her head even after that for somewhat half an hour until it didn’t explode into her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad swallowed my entire Hindu Vīrý entirely unashamed of her and then took it out.
“Tastes fucking awesome, Ammī. Just let me do this again.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad seemed powerless to stop her.
Here Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was, in the middle of the night, watching my daughter suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, once more.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had to restrain herself from thrusting her own hand down her panties.
“Alright, enough, c’mon, let’s go.”
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled around my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and then let it go.
“You wanna turn?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt convulsed.
“I can’t do that, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.”
“Why not? You have done it before, haven’t you?”
“Of course I’ve done it before, but that’s not the point. I-”
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t think of one good reason that Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shouldn’t suck my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuffled over and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly moved out of the way.
After another glance at the still sleeping me, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and quickly shoved it in her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
It had been such a long time since Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done this, but she quickly remembered how to do it.
My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund was so big Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could only get maybe half of it in her mouth, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went to down on it.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad slurped on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and didn’t care how much noise Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was making.
With her right hand, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad started pumping it in time to her sucking.
“Uh, Ammī,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad say, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone to care. “He’s probably gonna…”
Hell, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad went on sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund herself for more than even her daughter Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
Then, ultimately, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt My Hindu semen hit the back of her throat.
It was a bit of a surprise, but she quickly recovered and swallowed as much as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad hadn’t planned on making me come, but now that it had happened, it felt great.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stroked and swallowed until it was all gone and then looked at Al Fātimah Al Muħammad.
“That was awesome, Ammī! How does Durgesh’s Hindu spunk taste?”
Before Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could say anything, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad leaned forward and kissed her Ammī, sticking her own tongue in her Ammī’s mouth.
They kissed for a minute and then she backed up, licking her lips.
They cleaned up me as best as they could and then left.*
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad went back to her room.
said as she went back to her room.
“Allah, God, I’m horny,” she said.
That makes two of us Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
She ripped off her now completely drenched panties before getting back into bed, and rubbed herself to sleep with a few powerful orgasms.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt disgusted with herself for what Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done, and barely left her bedroom the next day.
Around noon, there was a knock on the door.
” Kħadījah, you okay?” It was I.
“Uh, yeah, Durgesh , just a headache. I’ll be down later.”
“Okay,” I said, and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me go downstairs.
How could she ever face me again?
Fortunately I had baseball practice that afternoon and was going out with my friends afterwards.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was getting ready for bed, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard me come up the stairs and go into my room.
About an hour later, just as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was dozing off, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s door open.
Alright, enough, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad thought.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad has to put an end to this.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her door just in time to see her slip into My room.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped into the hall, but hesitated.
She didn’t think Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could in go in there.
She didn’t know what she’ll do.
No, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad have to stop Al Fātimah Al Muħammad from whatever she’s about to do.
But it was too late.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened the door, she was fully naked, riding My huge unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was moving kind of slowly, but her tits, which were a nice size like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, were shaking and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but look at them.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was about to tell her to stop, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad found herself, instead, with her hand down her panties.
Her pussy was so wet, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad easily slipped two fingers inside.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and smiled, and then her concentration went back to fucking her phūphājī, me.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad watched as she grinded her nice plump Musalmān ass on my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund, and then she uttered a small cry.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad knew she had come.
She stayed impaled for a minute and then slowly got off.
A trail of my Hindu cum and hers leaked out of her.
“Did he…?” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad asked.
Allah, why the hell isn’t she angry with her daughter?
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad smiled and nodded.
“It was like a cannon went off in my pussy. Fucking awesome.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked at her with envy, and then at My deflating unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“You gotta try that sometime, Ammī.”
What Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was afraid of happening, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t stop.
She rushed over to the bed and engulfed my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
The combination of my Hindu semen and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s own fluid was pungent, but Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t care.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad needed this unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund to get hard, and she needed it in her.
“Jeez, Ammī, you’re dirty!” Al Fātimah Al Muħammad said with a giggle.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad sucked for all Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was worth and it wasn’t long before the Hindu monster rose again.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad quickly stripped and mounted me.
She barely even glanced to see if I was stirring.
Even if I awoke just then, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wouldn’t have stopped.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and put it the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund on her Musalmān clit for a second, and then lowered herself down.
It felt like Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was fucking herself with a baseball bat, but it was so good.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad just stayed like that for a Moment, and then started fucking me wildly.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad came over to the bed and just watched her Ammī.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wiped the side of her mouth.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad asked impishly,
“How does my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot taste?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad smiled.
“Why the hell don’t you find out yourself?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad grabbed her and pulled her in for a kiss.
Their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongues wrestled for a Moment, and then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt a hand on her right tit.
She backed off.
“Naughty,” Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad said, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad didn’t move her hand, nor did Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad push it away.
With both hands, she started playing with her tits, and pulling on her nipples.
“You got great Musalmān tits, Ammī,” she said.
That was when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came the first time.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad shuddered and almost fell, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad grabbed her shoulders to steady her Ammī.
“Whoa. Good orgasm?”
She resumed playing with her tits as Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad resumed riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Wait, I wanna try something,” she said, and walked to the end of the bed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt the bed compress a little as she got on it.
Suddenly Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt hair on her ass.
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, what are you doing?”
“I’m licking Durgesh’s huge Hindu balls.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad heard her slurping for a while Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad continued to ride me.
All of a sudden Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s tongue on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .
“Al Fātimah Al Muħammad, Allah, oh my God, what are you doing?”
She didn’t answer and kept licking both My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and her Ammī’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad felt her tongue move up her ass crack and a second later she was nibbling her asshole.
That’s when Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came again.
This time Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t hold it in and screamed.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for what felt like five minutes, and when she dropped back to earth, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was still licking her ass.
When Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad looked down, My eyes were open.
I stared up at Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, a confused look on my face.
“Kħadījah? What the…”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad was too far gone and just kept fucking me.
But Al Fātimah Al Muħammad sprung into action.
She quickly removed her lips from her Ammī’s asshole and straddled My Hindu chest.
“Hey, Durgesh! You don’t mind us fucking you for a while, do you?”
Before I could say anything, she moved up and quickly squatted on my face.
I didn’t know when she had cleaned her Musalmān Cunt.
Or, her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad had done it with her tongue?
Anyway, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was absolutely clean when she squatted on my face, having my lips on her Musalmān Cunt.
I smiled before Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot smothered me.
It didn’t take me long to start kissing her there.
We just stayed that way for a while, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad riding my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad riding my face.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad couldn’t help but watch Al Fātimah Al Muħammad’s ass as she squirmed; I certainly looked like he knew what I was doing.
I reached out and started squeezing her ass cheeks.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad looked over her shoulder and smiled.
She then leaned forward and spread her legs and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad could see her asshole.
It was pretty, a nice tan little pucker.
Suddenly, more than anything, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad wanted to taste it.
I leaned forward and tried to put my face on her ass cheeks.
It was a little awkward because of our position, but Al Fātimah Al Muħammad quickly adjusted and my lips found her asscheeks.
Kissing her asscheeks felt like the most natural thing in the world.
It was delicious.
And Al Fātimah Al Muħammad loved it.
She was writhing as both Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and I serviced her private parts.
It was now too long before she screamed as she came.
I was too in action now.
A Moment later, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad came for the third time, and so did I.
Al Fātimah Al Muħammad was right; my Hindu semen shot into Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad like a cannon.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad kept My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund in my for a Moment , and then slowly got off.
Our combined fluids sloshed out of her.
We all looked at each other, tired but happy expressions on our faces.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad didn’t know what to say.
She’d just had the best sex of her life and it was with a Hindu Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always hated.
Finally, Al Fātimah Al Muħammad broke the silence.
“Hey, Durgesh ,” she said, lifting up my deflated and soggy unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund. “Do you think this thing will fit in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass too?”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad laughed.
“Penetrate her Musalmān ass too, Durgesh. My daughter is crazier for your Uncut Hindu Lund than even her Ammī is. And thanks a lot for the ever great sex you have provided to us both, Ammī and daughter.”
I winked at both of them,
“It’s my pleasure, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lovers, and never think I was really sleeping.”
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad and Al Fātimah Al Muħammad both were dumbfounded.
“It’s all right, come on.” I invited both of them, “Let’s have now a more participating threesome. You both have enjoyed your turns. Now let me be aggressive for change.”
They both looked at each other and then suddenly attacked me once more,
“Let’s see, Hindu Scoundrel, who is more aggressive once again. No cheating this time. Just go ahead and fuck both of us till we all the three exist.”
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He smiled sophisticatedly.
“The one, I am fucking now, is my mother, my Ammī.”
All my five extremely beautiful mares watched the ‘animal’ suppressing their immense surprise.
He was fucking his own real Ammī, proudly, as I was fucking all the five of them.
“She sucked me when I was only a small boy. Whenever she bathed me, she always sucked my penis. My father is her real brother.”
“Where is that great person now?” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī controlled herself with tremendous efforts so that she could keep her infinite hatred for him, away from her voice.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, pulled her still glorious nude Musalmān bottom from her son’s Hindu male lap, let his penis out of her still tight Musalmān Cunt.
It was shining from the reflected light his Ammī’s vaginal juices were reflecting from his rock hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
All the five of my extremely beautiful nude mares were controlling themselves with immense efforts.
Allah, these entire creations think it’s the ever best love between a mother and her son.
Fātimah Vaqār Taymūr thought.
Are they crazy?
“My Brother? Well! He has his own daughters now to take care of.” Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, “they are adult now themselves. They too need his masculine attention.”
“I understand.” Padminī Bhārgav cooed.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squeezed her arm.
“Your Excellency,” Umā Jagdambā Pārvatī Chakrvartī tried to smile energetically, “you requested that you want now your Just Eighteen Just Adult young girls to be inaugurated by Durgesh, on their eighteenth birthday. Why such a departure from your long established tradition, if I may ask?”
Padminī Bhārgav cooed again,
“I too want to know that, Your Excellency, if you don’t mind.”
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor smiled, and stared at her harshly.
“It is the only condition we’d allow Ved Nagar to open its embassy in our Creations. You have already accepted it. Otherwise we have never allowed your delegation, at all.”*
It was the most surprising factor for Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor that none of us had any weapon with us.
Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb had already told her that she could manage everything.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor believed Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb blindly.
She was in Makkah Mukarramah when Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had died.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor herself saw with her own eyes how Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made the impossible possible.
She was the Chief Wife of then Oil King of Saåūdī Årab, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
He had compelled Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb to marry him despite she hated him.
She boldly unzipped me in her husband’s funeral and gave me a grand blowjob under open sky openly to disgrace Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī’s funeral.
Moreover, she made entire four widows and fifty two real daughters of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī not only to do the same with Durgesh, but have open oral, vaginal and even anal sex with Durgesh.
It was a great celebration of her husband’s death she celebrated.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor still remembered, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb came their in her Cadillac Limousine, and so did the other entire Musalmān houseladies of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
Each of them owned their own Cadillac Limousine.
Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī had himself gifted them those wonderful Cadillac Limousines in his lifetime.
Yet, Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb made all of them to disgrace the funeral of Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī.
She still remember each and every word that Al Ħijāb Annisā’ Al Wahāb
Said in her announcement when the religious police of Makkah Mukarramah tried to stop it,
“Every religious policeperson of Makkah Mukarramah is hereby warned that his/her entire Musalmān houseladies are with Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånhā. This Jahannum-rashīd shaitān, Nadīm Muħammad Hāshmī , hasn’t given any human rights to any Musalmān Beauty. We want to celebrate his Jahannumī death by humiliating his dead body openly. One by one, his every sophisticated extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady would come forward and would suck and fuck Durgesh under open sky. It’s our Guard of Honor to this shaitān.”
What a lady!
What a grand lady!
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had managed to bring her to Everbest Wives Creations.
She needed her.*
Despite what Saåīdah Yåqūb had said she didn’t do a very good job of pretending nothing was different.
I was the one watching her now instead of the other way around.
It wasn’t just paranoia.
She had watched me long enough to notice me doing the same to her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for a while, again hoping that time would take care of her problems for me; but of course it didn’t.
“I thought you said things weren’t going to change,” I said abruptly as we were eating breakfast.
“What?” Saåīdah Yåqūb looked up at me confused.
“Look, I know you made things all weird but could you at least not stare at me so much.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed away from the table and headed to her room without giving me a chance to respond.
She was getting upset more easily these days.
What she really needed was to talk to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to call Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
She picked up almost immediately and agreed to come to Saåīdah Yåqūb for a few hours.
She said she would bring her swimsuit so that they could hang out by the pool.
Saåīdah Yåqūb headed back to the kitchen.
She was surprised to find that I was still sitting there.
“Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m sorry. I did say I would pretend it never happened, but I can’t. It is dangerous to your health, morals and character. I can’t let you destroy yourself.” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up her dishes as well as mine and set them on the counter.
“Fine, whatever,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said.
Strangely it didn’t bother her so much once I said it out loud.
Now, at least there was a certainty to it now.
“I too can’t stop thinking about you, even in my dreams.” Saåīdah Yåqūb said, “I don’t know how you put up with it.”
That did stop me.
This was taking a very different turn from what I expected.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
Her hand was developing a slight tremble it got when she was nervous.
“What do you think?” she controlled herself somewhat.
Despite she was Just Eighteen Just Adult Saåīdah Yåqūb was a brilliant student of human psychology as her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān herself was.
That’s why she didn’t weep when she found her husband failed right there in her Shab-e-Ůrūsī, her very Golden Night itself.
She punished Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb by immediately fucking me right there before his eyes.
Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb was shocked and horrified.
He had never imagined he had married a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lioness.
His newly wedded Just Eighteen Just Adult wife cuckolded him to us both right there in his Golden Night.
“I mean you’re beautiful, Saåīdah Yåqūb.” I smiled, “I know I shouldn’t but I keep picturing you naked on your bed.”
I was standing right behind Saåīdah Yåqūb.
She turned around toward me.
“Don’t mess with me, don’t you dare,” she whimpered.
“Never. I’m not.” I smiled, “Never be afraid of me.”
I brushed her hair back out of her face as we looked at each other.
We moved to each other at the same instant and her eyes closed as our lips met.
It was so much better than all the times she had imagined it.
My strong utmost experienced Hindu arms wrapped around her glorious Musalmān back and pulled her close as our kiss seemed to go on and on.
She was aggressive in kissing me with all her femininity.
It was long passionate ashvinātam kiss of not a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān girl, of a fully grown Musalmān woman instead that understood what was right for her and what was wrong.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had grown mentally more as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had when she seduced me deliberately to revenge her own Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.*
Suddenly Saåīdah Yåqūb pushed me away and backed off.
She looked at me uncomprehendingly, vacantly, blankly, and took a hesitant step toward me.
“I’m sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb, you shouldn’t have done that,” I said.
“What the hell? Why not? It’s okay by me still now, it’s really okay.”
“I’m already sixty five. You compelled me to respond to your immense aggressiveness.”
She took another step but I backed off further.
The momentary happiness that had been building inside her was crashing down now.
Why was Durgesh doing this to her?
She fled upstairs.*
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān showed up shortly after and found Saåīdah Yåqūb with her arms wrapped around her knees still on the kitchen floor.
Saåīdah Yåqūb told her everything about what happened with me, all the details as best as she could remember.
She didn’t say anything until Saåīdah Yåqūb finished.
“You know you can stay with me for a while if you want, until this blows over,” she offered. “It might help to get some distance from Durgesh. You are in love with your own Ammī’s Hindu lover. Well, you are not alone. So many of us Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauties have done it. Most of them are living now happily with their Ammīs as their co wives.”
“Thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, I think I’m okay though. Maybe this was what I needed, a sign that I need to stop obsessing over my ever over ethical Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.”
She wasn’t really feeling as good as she pretended to be but Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t want to worry Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān too much with her problems.
They put their bikinis on and went outside where they lay down on two of the loungers that were side by side.
It didn’t take Saåīdah Yåqūb long to notice movement in one of the windows on the second floor of the house.
I was still keeping an eye on Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was more necessary now after she kissed me so long, so aggressively, so unashamed of it.
“Allah,” Saåīdah Yåqūb muttered.
“What?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān responded.
“He’s up there watching us, even after what I just did. Probably thinks I don’t see him.”
To her credit Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t look straight toward the window to give away they knew I was there.
Instead she casually stretched out and moved her head enough to get a look at the window.
“Are you sure? I don’t see anything,” she said.
“Trust me, he’s there.”
“He is taking care of you, I’m sure.”
“Idiot, the best way he can take care of me, is to fuck me, doesn’t he know?” Saåīdah Yåqūb said scornfully, “He is acting as if my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt is not a cunt, a burning furnace instead that will burn his damn Uncut Hindu Lund entirely into dust, once it’s there inside.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“You are desperate that Durgesh hasn’t fucked you already.”
“Well, what the hell I lack, yār? I watched him fucking my Ammī, her sisters, her cousins, her friends right since I didn’t even understand what it actually was. I was fascinated. The fascination turned into obsession and immense love gradually eventually. When? I don’t know. The way Durgesh handles us, the way Durgesh fucks us Musalmān Beauties, is just beyond even our wildest imagination. What’s wrong there if I want him to do the same to me? Isn’t it natural?”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān smiled.
“The multi zillionaire Hindu playboy thinks we are still immature when we are Just Eighteen Just Adult. We can’t differentiate between infatuation and love. He thinks we are actually infatuated to him. We don’t understand the gravity of sex life.”
“Even if it is so, why can’t he just fuck us and forget,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said furiously, “as we do in his damn bright opinion?”
“Well, he thinks sex is a divine thing. It should never be taken so lightly.”
“Damn him. I blamed the Musalmān Beauties who raped Durgesh once, not now. He deserves to be raped constantly. He is too proud of his unique legendary sex prowess.”
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān looked at Saåīdah Yåqūb quite stunned and horrified.*
An idea was forming in her head.
If I wanted to watch them, then they would give me what I wanted.*
Anyone could judge Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor if s/he wanted to, but Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was never ashamed of herself.
If Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor felt for one second that her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, who was nineteen, by the way-wasn’t participating willingly, then Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor had put an end to it. To the contrary, her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had always given every sign of enjoying their sessions and had never spoken a word to Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor of having second thoughts.
All the proof Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor needed was to see and feel the steel hardness of his Hindu erection when Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, were alone together and the incredible sensation when her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, cum inside her wet ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Now, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor couldn’t really say whose idea it was in the beginning.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor and her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, had never talked about it.
Maybe it just happened and wasn’t anybody’s preconceived idea.
However, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor could say this from her perspective: There were several times in the years leading up to the first time they had sex where Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor lusted after her son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, even while I was always fucking her wildly.
But that first day?
She didn’t wake up thinking,
‘I have to screw my son, Mahā Mr’tyunjaý Pralayankar, today.’
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor was forty-one and, yes, Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor admitted to being more than a little concerned about whether Durgesh still find her attractive.
Her Excellency Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor never wanted to live on Durgesh’s sympathy.
She still loved me exclusively, but she married her Hindu brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, despite it, didn’t she?
I looked at Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor gravely.
“You’d promised me, Al Ziyā Al Islam Al Noor, not to marry your real brother, Shiv Nārāyañ Pralayankar, if I never release you from my nude Hindu male lap.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of sunscreen and flipped over onto her stomach.
“Hey Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān, can you do my back?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked as Saåīdah Yåqūb undid the string on her top.
Her hands rubbed the sunscreen delicately over Saåīdah Yåqūb’s back, being far more thorough than necessary.
Saåīdah Yåqūb folded her arms under her head and closed her eyes as Saåīdah Yåqūb let her work.
She wasn’t shy about where she touched.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān spent a long time on Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gorgeous Musalmān ass before finally finishing off on her legs.
“You want me to do your front too?” she asked.
“I think maybe you’re enjoying this,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said with a smile as she turned back over.
“Maybe a little,” she admitted.
Saåīdah Yåqūb pulled her bikini top off and dropped it on the ground beside Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān sucked in her breath softly as Saåīdah Yåqūb’s naked Musalmān breasts were uncovered right in front of Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
Neither of Saåīdah Yåqūb and Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was particularly into girls, but Saåīdah Yåqūb had to admit Saåīdah Yåqūb was kind of enjoying the attention, and if Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was having fun too that was fine with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Once again Saåīdah Yåqūb closed her eyes and let Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān proceed at her own pace.
At first she traced the faint tan lines that had developed on her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts from always being covered, but soon she was rubbing them with her entire palm.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had to know what they were doing by now, but that was okay.
The main thing was to show Saåīdah Yåqūb what Saåīdah Yåqūb was missing.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān eventually moved onto her stomach before finishing off on her legs again.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān leaned down to Saåīdah Yåqūb’s ear before Saåīdah Yåqūb got up, and whispered to Saåīdah Yåqūb.
“Think that’s enough?”
“Mm-hm, thanks Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb whispered back.
As she was straightening back up she paused and leaned back toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Her lips brushed Saåīdah Yåqūb’s gently then pulled away again so quickly Saåīdah Yåqūb barely understood what happened.
“Just for good measure,” she said as she returned to her seat.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t bother locking her door that night.
If Durgesh came in, it would mean Saåīdah Yåqūb had gotten me, and honestly Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t really care if I caught Saåīdah Yåqūb masturbating again.
It would bother me more than Saåīdah Yåqūb anyway.
Sure enough just as Saåīdah Yåqūb was getting ready to go to sleep, the door swung open followed by her dream man, me. Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t even fazed this time when I saw that Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked.
“You’re not playing fair, Saåīdah Yåqūb,” I said.
“All’s fair in love and war, my dear Hindu Stepfather.”
“And what is this?” I asked, clearly staring at her extremely beautiful gorgeous ever erect proud Musalmān breasts.
“Right now? Love and War. Both.”
It turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on to have me watching her openly with no pretense between us.
Saåīdah Yåqūb could feel, Saåīdah Yåqūb was close to getting everything Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get.
My sixty five years utmost experienced Hindu eyes followed her hand as it strayed back down to her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and stroked it softly.
“You know we can’t, right? There’s stuff we just can’t do,” I said.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was trying to convince herself as much as me that I was in her room was evidence enough Saåīdah Yåqūb was succeeding.
Saåīdah Yåqūb decided to see how far Saåīdah Yåqūb could push me.
“If you’re gonna stay, you have to let me see your unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund,” Saåīdah Yåqūb told me boldly.
“I don’t mind if you want to watch me nude, masturbating myself, but I’m determined that I won’t allow you get a free show.”
I controlled myself as her finger slipped into her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
If I stayed there, it would be a victory for Saåīdah Yåqūb and we both knew it.
Yet, the question was whether Saåīdah Yåqūb had enough willpower left to let me leave.
What the hell her reaction would be?
It was even more than obvious now to me that it wasn’t mere her infatuation for me now.
She might be Just Eighteen Just Adult, but it was her exclusive love for me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb really loved me exclusively despite Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult only.
It would never be good for her to masturbate anymore imagining my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Let her see it now.
Saåīdah Yåqūb needed it very much.
Yes, Saåīdah Yåqūb was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Yes, I’m sixty five now.
But it was now only myself that could satisfy her sexually, none else.
“It’s just looking,” I said, trying to convince Saåīdah Yåqūb. “No touching or anything. Just watching each other, that’s all. Okay? You won’t do anything more?”
Abruptly I reached down and undid my belt.
Saåīdah Yåqūb tried not to smile triumphantly too widely, but it was difficult.
Soon my pants were around my knees and I sat down confidently on the bed beside Saåīdah Yåqūb, trying to find a position that let her see me without getting too close.
Saåīdah Yåqūb saw I was almost fully hard already just from watching Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Saåīdah Yåqūb felt her ardent Musalmān clit throb as it finished stiffening before Saåīdah Yåqūb.
It was the first time Saåīdah Yåqūb had actually seen my unique legendary utmost experienced Musalmān Beauties fucker, extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker, Uncut Hindu Lund even after all the times Saåīdah Yåqūb had imagined it.
Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting so wet that her finger was making squishing sounds and Saåīdah Yåqūb soon added a second.
Saåīdah Yåqūb grabbed my Hindu erection as Saåīdah Yåqūb played with herself and began stroking it.
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I was Saåīdah Yåqūb’s older brother.
Of course, not real, her real brother’s friend instead.
It was unfortunate that Saåīdah Yåqūb’s real brother had left them.
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew it was all her Ammī’s fault.
Was it really?
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, her Ammī, was a young woman still, after all.
“She should have married someone, Saåīdah.” her brother was furious, “How the hell can I bear my Ammī is a live in relationship partner of my own friend?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb watched him gravely.
“What’s wrong in it?”
“Durgesh is my Abbū.”
“Oh, hadn’t our Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, married our Ammī when she was Just Eighteen Just Adult and our Abbū was fifty six?”
“Certainly you are not telling me that Abbū could marry a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty but the same Musalmān Beauty can’t do it, when it’s her turn. She isn’t fifty six even. She is only forty two.”
“Are you crazy? Everyone is calling our Ammī a cougar.”
“So what? Isn’t Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī a cougar? Isn’t Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Réħānah Muħammad a cougar? Isn’t Doctor Rābiyah Altamash a cougar? Aren’t a large number of working sophisticated filthy rich Musalmān Beauties cougars now? If our ultramodern sophisticated society is still respecting them, what the hell else our Ammī is doing?”
“I don’t want to argue with you. I can’t bear that my friends tease me calling Durgesh my Abbū.”
“Well?” Saåīdah Yåqūb watched her elder brother with burning eyes, “What the hell you want? Distribution of our ancestral businesses and property? Tell expressly. Come out with your real vile hidden intentions.”*
Saåīdah Yåqūb never told Salmān Yåqūb, her brother, what her own vile hidden intentions were.
But there was a reason behind it.
For a long time she herself had a crush on me.
She favored her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, not because she was broad minded ab initio.
She had seen me fucking her Ammī actually.
Allah, what tremendous lovely nude pair her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, with Durgesh made!
Saåīdah Yåqūb honestly realized, first time, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was not made for her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb ever.
She was made for Durgesh actually.
What if Durgesh was thirty four?
What if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two?
If the fifty six years old Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb could marry Just Eighteen Just Adult Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, entirely unashamed of himself, why the hell forty two years old her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, can’t fuck thirty two years old Durgesh?
Saåīdah Yåqūb knew Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, her Abbū, was old now.
He was fifty six already when her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
Now, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She was entire twenty four years younger when she was married to her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb.
Now, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty years old.
He had stopped having sex with her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, when he was not even sixty.
Her parents enjoyed sex with each other only for one year.
Saåīdah Yåqūb overheard her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, telling Durgesh that her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb failed even in their Shab-e-Ůrūsī, their very Golden night.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked Durgesh first time then.
Was Durgesh only ten years old then?
And her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucked a ten years old Hindu boy to extinguish the sexual fire between her legs?
Saåīdah Yåqūb couldn’t believe it.
Had the entire other adult males died already?
Yes, her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was Just Eighteen Just Adult.
She could have compromised on an eight years younger Hindu boy even.
Moreover, Durgesh was a hypersexual boy ab initio.
It is said Durgesh was fucking extremely beautiful adult Musalmān Beauties too as early as he could fuck a girl/woman.
Nevertheless, her Abbū, Nawab Muħammad Yåqūb, was eighty.
What’s wrong there if her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, fucks an eight years younger Hindu male?
Her brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb, is communal.
He is jealous of his Hindu friend, Durgesh.
Well, none could say her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was forty two.
She looked ten years younger than her real age.
Durgesh thirty four.
her Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, thirty two.
What a perfect match!
To hell with her ever communal ever selfish brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.*
I was pretty much the worst guy she could possibly be attracted to as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb was concerned.
Moreover, it was possible that I wasn’t interested in a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty while other almost infinite Musalmān Beauties were trying their luck with me.
Her own Ammī, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, was providing immense sex to Durgesh.
Moreover, her Ammī’s real sisters, her cousins, her Bhābhījāns and her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends were also serving Durgesh sexually with their ever gorgeous ever glamorous ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān bodies.
Why the hell Durgesh would pay any attention to a Just Eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Beauty, Saåīdah Yåqūb, then?
It wasn’t just that Durgesh was completely unattainable, that was pretty common for crushes as far as Saåīdah Yåqūb could tell.
It was always having me around, never getting a break from the fantasies floating around in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head.
Every time she met me in the hallway coming out of the shower with my hair still damp and a towel wrapped around my waist, every time she watched me swimming laps in the pool in our backyard, thoughts would surface in Saåīdah Yåqūb’s head and drive her crazy.
I really was good looking, it wasn’t just Saåīdah Yåqūb who thought so.
Saåīdah Yåqūb’s friends talked about it sometimes, occasionally admitting their own crushes on me, but of course Saåīdah Yåqūb could never tell them how she felt.
That was one of the worst parts about it.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had nobody to talk to.
Moreover, despite all her persistent denials, Saåīdah Yåqūb still felt some inherent guilt that Durgesh was a Hindu and she, a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty, was herself dreaming of Durgesh.
The guilt had been really bad when Saåīdah Yåqūb first realized how she felt about me, but that had faded over time.
These days the main concern she had as she lay in bed at night masturbating to images of mine was that someone would find out.
In Saåīdah Yåqūb’s mind that would be disaster.
Who would ever want to hang out with Saåīdah Yåqūb if they knew something like that about her?
Especially Durgesh himself.
I was a pretty good older brother to her, an optimum replacement of her real brother, Al Salmān Al Yåqūb.
Once I grew out of constantly picking on me but Saåīdah Yåqūb was sure if I ever found out about Saåīdah Yåqūb’s crush on me, I would want nothing to do with Saåīdah Yåqūb.
Durgesh was himself already adjusting with her Ammī.
After all, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was his friend’s Ammī.
It might be more troublesome to his morals to have sexual relationship with his friend’s sister too.
Fortunately I seemed completely oblivious to the attention Saåīdah Yåqūb paid me.
Given all the times I had caught Saåīdah Yåqūb staring at me, it was a wonder I hadn’t yet noticed.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was lying out on a lounger beside our pool working on her tan, nothing uncommon for her during
I was just finishing up mowing the lawn.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had of course been surreptitiously watching me whenever I came into view.
She had gotten quite good at leaving her eyelids open just enough to see through without anyone being able to tell.
And when that was too difficult she could always fall back on simply wearing a pair of sunglasses.
Eventually I put the mower away in the garage and came over to sit down on the chair next to her.
I didn’t speak for a minute or two, and Saåīdah Yåqūb did her best to pretend she didn’t even notice me.
“How’s the tan coming Saåīdah Yåqūb?” I asked.
Saåīdah Yåqūb shrugged,
“Not bad. Need more sunny days like this, it’s been too cloudy lately.”
“Should make sure you don’t burn,” I said casually.
“I’m being careful,” Saåīdah Yåqūb replied, completely failing to pick up on my tone.
“Just in case maybe we should cool you off.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb squealed as I picked her up, finally catching on to what I was up to.
“Durgesh, wait, I…”
I ignored Saåīdah Yåqūb and tossed her into the pool.
As she surfaced and pushed her hair back out of her face she saw me staring constantly at her, she started to blush.
“Could I have my top please?” Saåīdah Yåqūb asked quietly to her own immense surprise.
She had been lying on her stomach and had untied Her bikini top to avoid getting a tan line across Her back.
She didn’t realize that when I picked her up but she had definitely become aware.
“Yeah sure,” I mumbled before throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top.
I turned away as she put it on, giving her what privacy I could.
“Sorry about that Saåīdah Yåqūb, I really didn’t… it wasn’t….”
“I know it wasn’t on purpose, it’s okay. Really.” Saåīdah Yåqūb cooed.
She probably should have been as embarrassed as she was, probably should have been at least a little upset; Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t though.
It really was just an accident, not like I was being mean.
Aside from throwing Saåīdah Yåqūb in the pool anyway.
I offered a hand to Saåīdah Yåqūb and helped pull her out of the water.
If she were feeling vindictive, unkind, Saåīdah Yåqūb would have given me a shove toward the pool as she stood there awkwardly.
Instead Saåīdah Yåqūb picked up Her towel and headed inside.
A new fantasy was already building in Her mind.
Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to get to Her room as quickly as possible.
She forced Her self to dry off properly first, no point dripping water over the floor and getting in trouble later.
Once safely inside Her room with the door locked Saåīdah Yåqūb was naked on Her bed within seconds.
Various scenarios played out in Her head as Her fingers worked furiously on Her pussy.
Sometimes I would refuse to give Saåīdah Yåqūb Her top, forcing her to climb out of the water and try to retrieve it on Her own.
I would grab Her breasts as she passed me and Saåīdah Yåqūb would pretend not to like it but she would ignore me.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would end up on the ground running Her fingers through my hair as I kissed on Her nipples and stroked Her Just Eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my hand.
Other times, it went much like it actually did, only she would admit to her that I liked seeing her breasts.
Saåīdah Yåqūb thought impishly that she would offer to let me feel them and eventually she would.
Saåīdah Yåqūb would just stand there as I felt her up, then our eyes would meet and Saåīdah Yåqūb would kiss me.
It would be gentle at first, then her tongue would press into my mouth.
My hand would hold Her head firmly against mine.
Somehow we always ended up fucking beside the pool, that was the part that turned Saåīdah Yåqūb on the most.
Saåīdah Yåqūb came three times just thinking about it and eventually had to stop masturbating for a while.
As she lay on Her back waiting for Her breath to return to normal she looked over at the clock beside Her bed.
Saåīdah Yåqūb had been at it for almost an hour which was a pretty long time even for her.
Her hand lazily stroked the side of Her thigh and worked its way back to her ardent Musalmān clit.
Saåīdah Yåqūb just had to hope she didn’t overdo it and pass out from dehydration or something, that would be extremely awkward.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was talking to Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān on the phone when the story slipped out.
“You mean Durgesh actually saw you topless?”
Saåīdah Yåqūb hadn’t actually decided whether she should tell anyone about it, but Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was Her best friend and Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she would keep it secret.
“Yeah. It was kinda funny actually when I realized what I did. I was so embarrassed,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said winking at Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān.
“Do you think its going to be awkward between you guys?” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān asked.
“Nah, I don’t think its a big deal really. Durgesh probably doesn’t even care except that he might be mad.”
There was a pause on the other end.
Saåīdah Yåqūb almost thought they might have gotten disconnected.
“I dunno Saåīdah Yåqūb, Durgesh might have been embarrassed because he liked seeing you, y’know, topless,” Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān said hesitantly.
Her comment freaked Saåīdah Yåqūb out for a second.
She was worried that Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān somehow found out about Her fantasies.
She took a deep breath and tried to calm down.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān didn’t actually know anything, she was just speculating.
It might even have just been a joke except that it didn’t seem like something she would joke about.
“Yeah right, I’m sure Durgesh wants to see me naked,” Saåīdah Yåqūb shot back, hoping Her pause hadn’t been too long.
“Whatever you say. But it does happen Saåīdah Yåqūb, I’m just saying.”
Saåīdah Yåqūb chewed on Her lip as Her mind raced.
She didn’t seem to be bothered by the idea of me wanting to look at her.
The question was whether she would be bothered by what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to tell her.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was so tired of keeping it secret that the opportunity was too much to pass up.
“Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān,” Saåīdah Yåqūb said slowly, “I want to tell you something, but it has to be a secret. You can’t tell it to anybody, ever. And I really hope it doesn’t freak you out.”
“I promise Saåīdah Yåqūb, cross my heart.”
She sounded intrigued, excited even.
Only because she didn’t know what Saåīdah Yåqūb was going to tell her; the best Saåīdah Yåqūb could hope for, after that, was indifference.
“I kinda… have thoughts about Durgesh. Like bad thoughts. Where he’s… naked and stuff.” Saåīdah Yåqūb knew she was making a mess of what Saåīdah Yåqūb wanted to say.
It wasn’t coming out right.*
“Oh, yeah. I figured,”
It took a moment for her statement to sink in, I couldn’t even comprehend its significance.
“Wait, what? You knew?”
That was bad.
That was very bad.
Not that she knew so much, she clearly wasn’t all that upset.
But she had never told anyone as far as she could recall.
It meant it must be obvious how she felt.
Fuck, maybe everyone knew.
Maybe they were all laughing about it behind Her back.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just the girl with a crush on her own Hindu Stepfather.
Moreover, she couldn’t even keep it a secret.
“Yeah, sorry Saåīdah Yåqūb. I’ve been pretty sure for a while that something was going on there. You know how I say you talk in your sleep? Well Durgesh’s name comes up a lot when you’re dreaming. Among other things”
Saåīdah Yåqūb was relieved to say the least.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān had only worked it out because of what Saåīdah Yåqūb said in Her sleep then Saåīdah Yåqūb was probably safe.
Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān was the only person who had slept in the same room with Saåīdah Yåqūb for a long time.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t have to worry about anybody else knowing.*
The talks with Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān helped a lot.
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t feel almost so alone anymore.
All the worrying she’d done about telling Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān seemed silly in hindsight, since she was nothing but supportive toward Saåīdah Yåqūb.
If Ar Raħīmah Ar Raħmān felt anything negative toward Saåīdah Yåqūb at all, she had never showed as much as even a hint of the same.
The rest of Her life remained pretty consistent.
Saåīdah Yåqūb still fantasized of me and masturbated too much.
I was worried now.
It wasn’t good either for her health or morals.
Soon it might appear on her character even if it wasn’t cured.
Should I fuck Saåīdah Yåqūb?
If she wants me, let her too have me?
What the hell difference would it make to me?
Even my Practical Chief Wife now was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, once my stepdaughter herself.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD and Kħadījah Muħammad had almost given their active charge to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
If even my Practical Chief Wife today was once my stepdaughter, if a large number of my Live in relationship Partners now were once my stepdaughters, what’s wrong there if Saåīdah Yåqūb also joins them?
I must think of her character.
Must not I?
Saåīdah Yåqūb was unsurprisingly awkward around me at times, particularly when she was sunbathing.
Saåīdah Yåqūb ignored it for the most part since she assumed everything would get back to normal soon.
Everything did not, however, get back to normal.
Saåīdah Yåqūb was usually really good about keeping Her door locked when she was feeling horny.
Someone would have caught her masturbating long ago even if I would haven’t.
Obviously Saåīdah Yåqūb wasn’t quite as meticulous about it as she should have been.*
Saåīdah Yåqūb was just coming down from yet another self-inflicted orgasm when she saw me standing in the doorway.
My hand was still on the doorknob.
We stared at each other fascinated, as we shared a moment of ultimate intimacy, for what seemed like hours.
“I thought I heard my name…” I smiled boldly and looked at her.
“Allah, youuuuuuuuuuuuu? Get out!” Saåīdah Yåqūb shouted, finally reacting to the situation.
She pulled her blanket over her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī naked Musalmān body even though it was too late to do much good.
Then she pulled it over her head before burying her face in her pillow.
Hiding couldn’t help but she couldn’t think of anything else to do.
The floorboards creaked quietly as I approached the bed.
“Go away!” Saåīdah Yåqūb tried to yell but her words lacked the proper force.
Tears were welling up in her eyes.
I knew her secret now.
I heard her saying my name.
“Fuck me, Durgesh. Fuck me, Durgesh, please!!!”
Saåīdah Yåqūb didn’t remember doing it, but it could easily have slipped out while she was cumming.
I definitely knew Saåīdah Yåqūb was masturbating when she said it too.
Maybe if she’d had clothes on at the time I could have passed it off as something else, but getting caught naked with her hand still lying on her cunt was pretty humiliating, and enormously embarrassing too.
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Well, they used me right from the beginning.
Almost the entire extraordinary Musalmān Beauties who were hornier than the rest of them, never looked at me as a Just Eighteen Just Adult Hindu boy.
They always tried to take advantage of me sexually.
Yet, how the hell can, I blame them?
Am I not today, what they made me?
Yes, they were not making me.
I know it today.
Yet, being Just Eighteen Just Adult I wasn’t as skillful sexually as I am today.
But they were.
They were already married.
Yes, they were the Ammīs and Bājīs of my friends, the Ammīs and Bājīs of my beloveds, etcetera, yet they taught me how I could satisfy them sexually with my Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Cock.
Yes, I called them Ammīs and/or Bājīs, respecting their such relations with my friends, beloveds etcetera.
Nevertheless, I couldn’t go against them.
Yes, they were pleasure seekers with me.
So many of them didn’t love me actually.
It was a purely sexual relationship.
Can it alter the fact that they taught me how I could satisfy even the mature Musalmān Beauties sexually?
I damn care if they were cheating their husbands, fathers, brothers and/or their other male relatives/guardians.
Wasn’t it their own problem?
And if they couldn’t handle their own problem how the hell was I responsible for it?
It was late.
Yet I couldn’t help it.
Nishāt Zahīr didn’t allow me to pull out my Uncut Hindu Cock from her extremely ravenous ardent Musalmān Cunt.
How could I leave her unsatisfied?
I never left any of my women, whether young or mature, without satisfying her optimum.
It was a sin in my eyes.
No man has a right to leave any woman unsatisfied sexually once he started lovemaking with her.
That’s why the women cheated their man.
Even then, I came home with a painfully aching hard-on.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
How utmost hypersexual a Just Eighteen Just Adult young Hindu man I was!
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was working late.
I called her Ammī.
Actually, she was my friend, Muħammad Yåqūb’s Ammī.
I went straight to the bathroom.
In my haste to squeeze myself, I forgot to close and lock the bathroom door.
I yanked my pants down, grabbed some of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand lotion and started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock, immediately.
I needed some relief quick.
I had just started stroking my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock when I noticed a pair of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s soiled panties lying on the bathroom floor.
I picked them up and placed them to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was intoxicating.
Moreover, the fragrance of her ardent Musalmān Cunt was emanating from it.
My mind was a blur as I held Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s panties against my Uncut Hindu Cock and furiously stroked my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties surrounding it.
Naked visions of Al Siddīqah Al Salmān were flowing through my mind, when suddenly, I heard a loud gasp.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān was standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand over her extremely beautiful mouth.
There was nothing more embarrassing than having your friend’s mother catch you her dirty panties surrounding your Uncut Hindu Cock while you are squeezing.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān ran from the room immediately.
I pulled my pants up and quickly followed her trying to explain.
She told me she understood what I was doing, but I should have had the decency at least to lock the door.
We decided immediately, it was time for us to get a bigger place.
The next morning we went looking for a bigger place to live.
Luckily, a friend of hers, Lubnā Imrān, knew someone who had a small two-bedroom house Al Siddīqah Al Salmān could rent.
It needed some work and only had one bathroom but it was quite affordable for Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
After inspecting it, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān decided to rent it.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān told Lubnā Imrān she would take it and we set about fixing it up.
After a new coat of paint and some minor repairs, the house was quite livable.
It was strange when we first moved into Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s new home because I’d never had my own bedroom at Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s household.
It was actually quite lonely without having Al Siddīqah Al Salmān lying next to me in bed.
Pretty soon though, everything seemed to get back to normal except for one thing, I still couldn’t get the intoxicating smell from her panties and the visions of her extremely beautiful naked ardent Musalmān body, out of my mind.
There was a tension between the two of us, after the bathroom incident that, never quite went away.
Years passed and Al Siddīqah Al Salmān got a promotion at work.
She would have to work more hours but the money was good.
I brought a couple of old computers home and totally rebuilt them.
I gave one of them to Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and taught her how to use it.
She seemed to really enjoy the computer and it didn’t take long before she had learned how to pay the bills with online banking.
More and more; my sexual fantasies were focused on Al Siddīqah Al Salmān.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān stood about 5 foot 6 with a slim figure and a perky set of tits.
She had long silky brown hair that flowed over her shoulders.
At the young age of 41, time had treated her well and I thought she was the most absolutely beautiful woman in the world.
The woman I wanted more than life itself was living in the same house with me, yet I could not touch her.
I was living a hell on earth.
On my 21st birthday, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān took me out to dinner.
For the first time since she caught me squeezing my Uncut Hindu Cock with her panties around it, I didn’t feel quite as much tension between us.
We went to a little private club in town and had a really good time.
After dinner we went to the local watering hole.
After a few drinks, a slow song was playing on the jukebox.
I asked Al Siddīqah Al Salmān if she would like to dance.
At first, she said no but I was persistent and she finally agreed.
By the time we made it to the dance floor, the song had ended.
I could see the disappointment in her eyes so I put a dollar in the jukebox and played some more music. When she gently laid her head on my shoulder, I was in heaven.
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had put her head on my shoulder, not as my friend’s Ammī would have.
On the other hand, was it my positive fantasy only?
I wasn’t sure.
We were swaying to the music and everything was going great until I developed a hard-on.
To my surprise, Al Siddīqah Al Salmān pulled herself closer to me.
We danced close together for a long time until I’m leaned down and tried to kiss her.
She pulled away with tears in her eyes and said.
“I think it’s best we call it a night.”
We went back to the bar and she finished her drinks without another word being spoken between us.
I paid our tab and we went home to our separate bedrooms.
Distraught, I went online to one of my favorite websites.
It was in an incest role-play site, where people go to live out their fantasies.
My username was EverbestFucker20.
The previous night I had left a message on the forum asking if any women would like to exchange erotic emails.
Lucky enough there was an answer in my inbox.
It was from a lady whose username was iwantDurgesh42.
I looked at her profile and was extremely surprised to find out she lived in my hometown.
Her e-mail read like this.
“Dear EverbestFucker20, I would very much like to exchange erotic emails with you. I’m a sexually frustrated mother and have been, ever since I caught my son’s friend squeezing. His big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock is implanted in my mind. I am looking forward to your reply. Extremely horny, iwantDurgesh42”
I was ready to bust a nut when I read her e-mail. Almost instantaneously, I set about sending her my reply.
I wanted to make a good impression, naturally.
Thinking carefully a lot, I began to type my reply. “Dear Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I have wanted you for such a very long time.
When you walked in on me while I was squeezing, it was you I was thinking of.
I was imagining your juicy lips wrapped around my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted to pull you close to me and give you all of the love you deserve.
Your Allah has blessed you with the beauty of a goddess and if ever given the chance, I would love to ravish you. I am dying to kiss your sweet lips and luscious Musalmān breasts.
I would slowly kiss my way down your body until I reached your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān treasure box, the place from whence my friend came.
I would pay homage to it with my gentle Hindu kisses.
I would then kiss your clit until I had you moaning for my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
When you are ready, I would place the head of my big hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock at the entrance of your inviting pussy, ever so slowly, I would descend deep inside of you. With hard deep strokes, I would thrust my hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep into your hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy over and over until our ashvinātam coupling was finally consummated.
After our lovemaking session is through, I would hold you in my arms and never let you go.
We would finally be one, together in love, forever.
I love you Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and I’m looking forward to hearing from you very soon.”
I sent my e-mail to her but I really didn’t expect a reply.
The last few times I sent emails to women who answered my ad, I never heard from them again.
I decided I would watch some porn and squeeze before I went to bed, when suddenly I saw my inbox flashing.
I opened it immediately and got the surprise of my life.
She had already answered me back.
“Dear Durgesh, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy is soaking wet.
Ever since I opened your e-mail, I have been masturbating.
I need to cum so bad!
What I really need though, is your big, fat, hard, unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock deep inside my sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
To hell with role-play, can you meet me somewhere tomorrow evening?
I have only three rules, we both must wear masks and the lights in the room must be very dim; also, you are to be totally naked and ready to please me.
If you agree with my terms, I will be excitedly waiting your reply. Love, your friend’s horny Ammī.”*
Immediately, I picked up the phone and made a reservation at the local Holiday Inn.
Once I had the reservation, I began typing.
“Of course I can meet you tomorrow evening. There is a Holiday Inn on route 64, there will be a room key left for you under the name Muħammad Yåqūb.
I will be on pins and needles until I see you tomorrow.
I am looking forward to finally giving you the love you deserve. Love, your extremely hard, Durgesh.”
I was so excited I squeezed three times before I could finally fall to sleep.
The next day seemed to go on forever.
I couldn’t wait to get off work so I could go home and get ready to meet my mysterious lover.
I had just got home from work and grabbed a juice out of the refrigerator when Al Siddīqah Al Salmān came into the kitchen.
She was practically glowing.
I told her.
“Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, what’s going on, you look absolutely stunning!”
She touched me on the arm and said.
“I don’t know, maybe, it’s because I have a date this evening.”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān had not been out on a date in nearly 5 years.
Not only was I stunned, I was happy too.
I immediately asked her.
“Is he somebody I know?”
“No honey, you haven’t ever met him because even I haven’t met him yet. Lubnā Imrān from work set me up on a blind date. She said I needed to get out more often.” Al Siddīqah Al Salmān answered me.
I could feel my face gleaming.
I was so happy.
“You mean to tell me, you are going out with someone you don’t even know! He could be a rapist for all you know! Are you at least going to let me meet him?!”
Al Siddīqah Al Salmān gave me a disappointed look and said emphatically!
“No, you are not going to meet him! I don’t grill you about the little floozies you date! Listen here young man, I’m a grown up woman and I can take care of myself! You are just going to have to trust my judgment!”
Before storming out of the room, I yelled out!
“That’s fine but don’t expect me to be here waiting on you to come home! I have a date myself and believe me; I plan on getting lucky tonight!”
I needed to blow off some steam so I went to my room and started working out with my weights.
I was about 15 minutes into my workout when there was a knock on the door.
It was Al Siddīqah Al Salmān and she wanted to talk.
I unlocked the door and told her to come on in.
When she sat down on my bed I began imagining holding her tight and ravishing her fantastic Musalmān body.
While my mind was focusing on all of the beautiful things I would love to do with my beautiful Al Siddīqah Al Salmān, I didn’t realize she was already talking to me.
I was brought out of my daydream when I felt Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s hand touch mine.
After she motioned for me to sit beside her, she told me.
“Durgesh, I’m sorry for raising my voice to you earlier. I know you are only concerned for my safety, but really honey, I am a big girl and your friend’s mama can take care of herself.”
“I know Al Siddīqah Al Salmān; I think my problem is I’m just a little worried. You are so beautiful that I guess I’m afraid I’ll lose you.” I explained to her.
I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s eyes light up when I told her she was beautiful.
She looked into my eyes and asked.
“Do you really think I’m beautiful or are you just saying that because I’m your friend’s mother?”
Immediately, I replied.
“Of course I think you are beautiful! If I had a pick of any woman in the world to spend the rest of my life with, my pick would be you!”
I could see some small tears forming in her eyes and once again, I felt the sexual tension in the air.
Our faces were only mere inches apart when I lowered my head to kiss her.
Just before my lips touched hers, she turned her head and stammered.
“Uh, Uh, I have to go. You, you have a good time tonight and be careful. I love you, son.”
I knew I had blown my chance because she practically ran from the room.
The thing about it was, I did not want just to fuck her, I wanted to make love to her.
I made up my mind, come tomorrow morning; I was going to tell her exactly how I really felt about her.
When Al Siddīqah Al Salmān left the house, I was still worried at her because she was still going out on her date.
I didn’t really feel like going out to meet my mysterious lover so I went to the website to see if she was online, but she wasn’t there.
I knew I had to at least go to the hotel and explain myself so I took a shower, got dressed and headed to the Holiday Inn.
After I checked into the hotel, I went to the bar to have a few juices.
I was about to head up to my room when I saw Al Siddīqah Al Salmān’s car pull in the parking lot.
I thought, ‘I can’t believe it, she came here to meet her fuck buddy. Fuck it; if she can fuck anybody she wants, I can too.’
I went upstairs and set about following all of my mysterious lover’s demands.
After I turned all of the lamps on low, I pulled the covers back on the bed and undressed.
I turned the television on and started searching for an X rated movie to help me get in the mood.
When I finally found one that suited me, I lay down on the bed and began to squeeze my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was so excited it took no time for my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock to become fully hard.
I was thinking I might go ahead before my lover arrived when there was a sudden knock on the door.
My mysterious lover was here.
I reached over to the bedside table and quickly put my mask on.
I could not see her real well in the dimly lit room but I could see enough to know she had a fine body.
Without saying a word, she undressed.
As she came closer to the bed, I started to say hello but she motioned for me to be silent.
I had never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth and this time would be no different.
The first thing she did was, climb upon the bed and immediately start sucking my rock hard unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock.
She took inch by inch of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock into her warm inviting mouth.
Once she had all of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock inside of her mouth, she began bobbing her head up and down my fat unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock with such precision; I knew I would not be able to last long.
Each time her mouth descended on my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock she would roll my balls in her hand.
She was giving me the most glorious blowjob I had ever experienced in my young life.
I was holding on pretty well until she did something amazing, when she arrived at the head of my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock one more time, she took her tongue and tried to insert it into my piss-hole.
It was an amazing sensation and sent me over the edge.
I screamed. “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ooohhh my Godd, I’m Cumming Al Siddīqah Al Salmān! I’m Cumming in your mouth! Ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh nooo!”
Upon hearing me scream, she pulled her head from my unique, legendary, Uncut Hindu Cock and the first blast of cum shot straight up in the air and landed on my chest.
As I looked down to my chest I heard a shriek.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my God, it can’t be! Durgesh, is that you?!”*
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They conspired against me
I was startled.
“What? You want me to fuck you every day?”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was not Just Eighteen Just Adult.
It was I that was eighteen years old.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was thirty one.
She put her legs on my shoulders shifting them.
“Don’t I?” I winked at her fucking her passionately, “Sālī, I want to fuck all of you.”
“In this nineteenth year of your age?” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb teased me.
I winked at her.
“Am I not fucking you properly?”
“Properly? You are marvellous, mérī jān.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb pulled me on her and kissed me, “Even my husband hasn’t given me that pleasure what you are bestowing on me.”
“Thank you Kħālidah, I was afraid that you wouldn’t appreciate my eighteen years old Just Eighteen Just Adult Uncut Hindu Lund in your fully grown up thirty one years old Musalmān Pussy.”
“Nonsense, Nādirah said your Uncut Hindu Lund was miraculous.”
“Your nanad? Your sister in law?” I smiled.
“Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is marvellous on bed.”*
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ grasped my hand, said,
“I’m very pleased to meet you once again, Mr. Durgesh. I hope my wife is not draining you more than you want to allow her.”
“Forget her, Doctor.” I squeezed his hand respectfully. Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ is a fantastic medical specialist, a fantastic Doctor and a fantastic sex therapist. I’m really proud of her that she loves me and shares my bed.”
“Thank Allah, thank God.” he sighed in relief. I was afraid I’ve burdened you great with my infinitely sexy wife.”
“Not at all.” I smiled, “I’m sexier than your wife even.”
“That’s right. But it was my duty to ask you.”
“It’s alright. Don’t worry about Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ any more. She is sexually my responsibility now, not yours. She is your legal wife now only. Physically she is my wife now.”
“You are most welcome.”
“I have to discuss this case with you. Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is Bhāījān’s greatest problem now.”
“Well, as you requested I’ve started fucking your daughter in law now.”
“Bhāījān, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ, doesn’t want her now in our house.”
“He isn’t justified in framing her, anyway.” I said curtly, “If he weren’t your Bhāījān…”
“I know. But Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is not my daughter in law exactly. She is Bhāījān’s daughter in law.”
“And,” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled significantly, “Similarly, Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ isn’t my daughter exactly. She is my niece. My elder brother’s daughter.”
“That’s right too.” I smiled artfully, “And she insists I’m Just Eighteen Just Adult?”
Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ laughed,
“You can’t blame my niece, my friend. Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is Just Eighteen Just Adult. She’d never admit you are forty eight actually.”
“Eīshān!” I sighed.
“How do you feel fucking a Just Eighteen Just Adult young woman?”
“Well, your niece isn’t the ever first Just Eighteen Just Adult that raped me.”
“I understand, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ smiled appropriately.
“I wonder of two real brothers, how the elder one is so communal and the younger one is so superbly humane.”
“Thank you, but don’t wonder ever. Bhāījān is exact replica of our father, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.”*
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ smiled impishly.
Shifting her legs on my shoulders, she said.
“Increase your pace, you teaser.”
“I asked you something, Farīdah.” I increased my pace, “Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī. You’ve had her hospitalized several times within the last few months.”
“I never knew the bitch too belonged to your Ħarem.” Farīdah winked at me.
I kept gravely fucking the extremely beautiful Sex therapist.
“It may be a serious business, Farīdah. Don’t try to avoid my questions. Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s lawyer has joined politics now. He isn’t interested any more in courts and trials.”
“I know. You are talking about Taymūr Murād, don’t you?”
“That’s right. Waħīd Murād, his son, has taken now his clienteles.”
“And how is it related with the hospitalization of my friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb is your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī’s sister in law. Isn’t she? Both Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī and Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb are daughters in law of your elder brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“I see.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ was somewhat furious now, “Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ is my elder brother in law. That’s right. But he is so utter Communal that he believes the Two Nation Theory of Muħammad Ålī Jinnāħ is universally right. He divides entire human race in two major groups−Musalmīn and Kāfirūn.”
“A large number of educated Musalmīn disagree with him.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ declared savagely. “I disagree with him. My husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ disagrees with his elder brother.”*
I kept fucking the wonderful Sex therapist, Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ, patiently,
“That’s not the point my darling. Moreover, you know it very well. I think, not only Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb but your friend, Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī, is also in somewhat danger, if my deductions are correct.”
“But Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is not my patient exactly. Jalāl is actually her doctor.”
“Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ? Your husband?”
“Well, he isn’t paying proper attention to his patient in this case I think. The trouble with your husband, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, Farīdah Jalāl, is that he is too good a humane to suspect his own elder brother, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, he is his elder brother, Durgesh. Have a heart. How the hell can you criticize him?”
“I’m not criticizing him, you idiot. I’m trying to save him from a potential murder charge.”
“Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ has never compromised with the greatness of his younger brother, Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. He is still against that Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ should allow you to sleep with me.”
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ hesitated somewhat.
She avoided meeting my eyes.
“Well, it doesn’t make any difference.”
“That’s what you and Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Sheikħ thinks.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve reason to believe that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made a will clandestinely. She perhaps didn’t want to bring in the knowledge of your ever communal brother in law, Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.”
“Well, you can’t blame her.”
“I’m not blaming her. I don’t blame anyone ever. It’s always dangerous to the parties concerned.”
“Allah! Yā Allah! You and your human psychology. Can’t you forget ever that you are a human psychologist? I don’t need your damn human psychology now. I need your wild animal Hindu sex kicks now in my ravenous Lebanese Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Damn you.”
“Sālī, I never stopped fucking you.”
“But you are concentrating on other things more.” she complained.
“Listen to me. Your ears and tongue are not being used in our lovemaking. Are they? You are a Sex therapist. You can enjoy sex even when we are talking of your husband. He is a very good human being. I don’t want him to be trapped and framed as Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was.”
“Listen to me.”
“The will Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī made was, I think, executed in the office of an attorney named Taymūr Murād. Taymūr Murād has joined politics now entrusting his clienteles now to his son Waħīd Murād. Persons, including Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ perhaps, I’m not sure however, are interested in surreptitiously, sneakily, obtaining a copy of that will. The persons associated with Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī may be taking an active interest in a search of this kind.
“Now, I am asking you this. Are you completely satisfied with your diagnosis in the case of Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī?”
“Naturally. Otherwise Jalāl wouldn’t have discharged her.”
I kept my patience.
Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ wanted sex.
She wasn’t in a mood of discussing any patient with me.
I understood it very well, but her husband’s liberty and future was at stake.
I couldn’t ignore or tolerate it.
“I understand, generally, that Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī had a gastroenteric disturbance.”
“Well, what of it?”
“I’ve gone through several authorities on forensic medicine and toxicology.”
“Listen to me, you idiot.”
“Yes, sir. We are not making love. We are Sex therapists always. We haven’t our personal life. Have we?”
Increased fucking her more wildly, more passionately, more lovingly.
But kept on talking on the problem nevertheless.
I was a responsible person.
I had to.
“I find that it is generally agreed that cases of arsenic poisoning are seldom diagnosed by the attending physician, since the symptoms are those of gastroenteric disturbance.”
“You are crazy. You aren’t a doctor. You are a Sex therapist only. Let Jalāl decide what your dearest Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī is suffering from. Okay? ”
“Were there abdominal cramps?” I asked patiently, “Cramps in the calves of the legs? A burning sensation in the stomach and−”
“Allah! Yā Allah! I’ll be damned.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ interrupted, “How the hell did you know?”
I ceased talking, but kept on fucking her nonstop.
I was waiting for the doctor in her to say something.
There was a long period of silence.
I kept on fucking her unwearyingly.
“No one would possibly want to poison Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.” Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ said ultimately.
“How the hell do you know?” I asked belligerently.*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb gritted her teeth.
She had watched everything.
She never knew, neither she had even imagined ever, her elder sister would be so selfish.
She was enjoying Durgesh alone.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was following the stream of passengers filing past the HVSI Airlines flight attendants.
“Thank you. Allah Ħāfiz.”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb watched.
She kept watching.
The passengers left the fabulous HVSI jet plane.
They inched their way to the broader corridors of the HVSI Airport of Ved Nagar.
They quickened their pace, walking down the long runway toward a huge illuminated sign bearing the word ‘Baggage’.
There was an arrow pointing downward where an escalator descended to a lower level.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked at Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ.
She never thought he would be present there personally.
What the hell the scoundrel wanted now to do to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb?
Wasn’t her exile enough?
He never allowed Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb to prepare anything for Āsiyah Siddīq Kāzmī.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb steadied herself by putting her right hand on the rail of the escalator.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb hoped Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t seen her.
It was a surprise to Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb that Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was too with her ever communal ever wretched father.
She thought Al Nādirah Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ wasn’t against Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was enjoying her beautiful sex sessions with me.
Durgesh couldn’t believe she was still a virgin at her thirty-second year.
She was carrying a topcoat and she was tired.
In her earlier thirties, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb had a tremendous figure and a superb way with clothes.
She never minded working hard.
Taymūr Murād compared Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb with imaginary Della Street, the ever-efficient secretary to Perry Mason, a fictional character created by late Erle Stanley Gardner.
When Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, her beautiful face lit up.
She stepped from the escalator at the lower level and walked briskly toward the revolving platform.
The baggage would appear on it.
It was too early, yet for the baggage to make its appearance.
Yet, it was indicative of Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s now constantly improving confident character that she walked with utterly firm rapid steps, hurrying to reach the place she may have to wait for several long minutes.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb wondered what a great positive change it was in her elder sister’s original somewhat nervous character.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was surprised.
He couldn’t imagine what he was observing now.
He had seen his daughter in law in Taymūr Murād’s office too.
She was of course efficient, but not so aggressively confident ever.
She was a good girl.
And in Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ’s opinion, hell, no good girl might be as aggressively confident as her daughter in law, Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb was now.
What the hell has she gained?
He couldn’t imagine a young woman, expelled from her husband’s home on sinister suspicions, and still now, she is gaining self-confidence more and more, instead of losing it.
He was worried now.
Should he have to change his strategy?*
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb felt herself jealous of her elder sister.
Durgesh is improving Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb immensely, tremendously.
She isn’t worried any more.
She is quite confident now.
She hasn’t lost husband.
She has obtained a husband instead.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
But she has obtained Durgesh.
Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ was a nerd.
Durgesh was wonderful.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb wasn’t unlucky that she lost Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ.
She was lucky that Durgesh has found her attractive.
At length, baggage began to appear on a moving belt.
The belt transported the baggage to the slowly revolving turntable.
Both Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb and Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ were immensely attentive now.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ hadn’t given any impression that he had seen Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb too, as Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb had seen him.
Passengers began to pick out baggage.
Porters with claim checks stood by, occasionally pulling out heavy handbags and putting them on hand trucks.
The crowd began to thin out.
Finally, only a few pieces of baggage were left on the turntable.
The trucks moved away.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb moved over to a porter.
“My baggage didn’t come in,” she said.
He looked at her,
“What was it, lady?”
“A single suitcase, green, and a small oblong overnight case for cosmetics.”
“Let me see your checks, please.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb handed him the baggage checks.”
“Before I start looking, we’d better wait,” he said, “and see if there is another truck coming. Sometimes there’s a second section of trucks when there’s an unusually large load.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb looked at the porter gravely.
“Alright.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb surrendered, “I don’t think I’ve another option except to wait.”
Porter bowed politely.
“It’s okay. You aren’t responsible.”
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb waited impatiently.
After two or three minutes, more baggage showed up on the moving belt.
There were four suitcases.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb’s and two others.
“There they are now. Those two are mine,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said, “The green one−the big one in front−and the oblong overnight bag in back.”
The porter smiled respectfully,
“Okay, ma’am. I’ll get them for you.”
The suitcase, followed by the overnight bag, moved along the conveyor belt, then hit the slide to the revolving table.
A few seconds later, the porter picked them up, put the bags on his hand truck and started for the door.
A man had been standing there well back.
He came forward.
“Just a moment, please.” he said.
The porter looked at him.
The man produced a leather folder from his side pocket, opened it and showed a gold shield,
“Ved Nagar Police,” he said, “Was there some trouble about this baggage?”
The porter hastily assured him,
“No trouble. No trouble at all, sir. Only it didn’t come in with the first load.”
“There has been some baggage trouble,” the main said curtly to the porter.
Then he smiled politely at Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb,
“Is this your suitcase, ma’am?”
“Yes, officer.” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb said in somewhat reserved manner, “Why are you interfering? I’m already detained unnecessarily. For your kind information, officer, hey, may I know your name? Can you identify to me too before asking anything?”
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb clearly noticed.
Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ was worried now.
The Police Officer looked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb inadvertently.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb immediately hid herself behind a fat man.
She didn’t want that Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb could see her there.
She never intended to be seen by anyone there.
Even it was unfortunate that the Police Officer had sseen her there.
“Captain Shekhar, ma’am,” he said to Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb was still avoiding Captain Shekhar’s gaze.
Captain Shekhar winked at Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb significantly, as if assuring her.
Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb looked around.
Then she herself winked at Captain Shekhar as if to assure him that she had got the message he wanted to convey so desperately.
Captain Shekhar smiled at her understandingly.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb, unfortunately, wasn’t smart enough to notice all these interchanges.
She asked Captain Shekhar instead, irritably somewhat,
“What do you want?”
“I beg your pardon, ma’am.” Captain Shekhar said respectfully and politely, “There is some baggage problem here. There are some complaints about it. Will you mind to identify your baggage to the Police?”
“I see,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb watched Captain Shekhar from his head to his feet entirely, “weren’t you standing here all along?”
“Of course, ma’am. That’s my duty.”
“If I am not mistaken, Captain Shekhar, you know me very well personally yourself, don’t you?”
Captain Shekhar hesitated somewhat.
“I’m sorry, Bājī.”
“You loved Sājidah Muħammad Ħabīb, my younger sister, don’t you?”
“I still love her.” Captain Shekhar said grimly, “Damn your sister. She didn’t marry me only because I’m a Hindu, despite the fact that we have a son too.”
“Oh, she never told you?” Captain Shekhar was sarcastic somewhat.
“Well, well, well,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb smiled, “she wouldn’t be forgiven. Tell me where my nephew is.”
Captain Shekhar hesitated.
“He is at my home. But Bājī, I’m sorry. You are framed by some scoundrel, I think. The Police have a tip that you are carrying drugs.”
“I see. That’s why my baggage was late. Someone has added drugs in my baggage and informed the Police?”
“I have to arrest you, Bājī. Sorry, I’m too under surveillance. I can’t do anything for you.”
Captain Shekhar’s eyes were filled with tears.
“Hell,” Al Jamāluddīn Al Sheikħ scowled to himself.
Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb controlled herself surprisingly in a quite dignified manner,
“It’s alright, brother. Nothing to feel guilty for yourself. I understand that it’s your duty. Can I call my husband?”
“I suspect Anwar Jamāluddīn Sheikħ is himself behind it.” Captain Shekhar said controlling himself.
“Hey, Shekhar,” Kħālidah Muhammad Ħabīb laughed, “you didn’t hear me attentively. I didn’t say my ex-husband. I said ‘my husband’, Durgesh I mean. Damn it.”
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I hadn’t another alternative.
Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk was right.
To hell with every ethics whatsoever.
A human life is more important than everything is, including ethics too.
That’s what even Hinduism believes in.
Why otherwise Lord Vishñu had deceived his sisters in law, his Salhajs, Vr’ndā and Tulsī and made love to them?
Wasn’t it to save humanity from the totalitarians Shankhchūđ and Jalandhar?
Who says it was incest?
No, it wasn’t incest.
It was not done to fulfill his own male animal desires at all.
Why did Lord Rām kill Vāli hiding behind a tree?
Why did Lord Kr’shñ made Yudhishŧhir to lie that Ashvatthāmā had been killed?
Hinduism never had impractical ethics detrimental to humanity.
Yet, even then, I was careful enough not to forget there might be movie/ video cameras and/or other devices to frame us, all the three of us.
She was already busy in searching the surroundings with a fine-toothed comb.
How pleasant it is to have an utmost competent police officer with you to assist you when you need very much.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd had spread her legs as if inviting me to make love to her.
I approached Shaguftah Rashīd between her legs.
How beautiful she was.
I was already hardened abundantly.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me everything I needed ever quite in abundance.
They smiled as if wishing me ‘best of luck’, as well as success in saving Shaguftah Rashīd’s life.
Shaguftah Rashīd smiled in unconsciousness as if enjoying it very much herself.
I didn’t know what her own reaction would be that I made love to her to save her life, after gaining consciousness.*
Even though it was abundant now that Musalmān Beauties were themselves wooing Hindu men to have sex with them, having their own lavish reasons, I couldn’t deny the fact that so many of them changed their tune after enjoying Uncut Hindu Prick to their hearts’ content.
And why shouldn’t they?
Pseudo Islam was a communal and imperialist movement.
It vanished entirely to the hilt.
I kissed unconscious Shaguftah Rashīd feeling completely content now.*
Well, why shouldn’t I?
But why can’t I enjoy it as well?
To hell with the impractical moralists, unreasonable moralizers, unrealistic preachers, unfeasible critics, unworkable philosophers, unrealistic puritans, impractical saints, and impractical prudes, if they criticize me on it.
Most of them had only thought of it.
They never experienced it.
I started fucking Shaguftah Rashīd passionately and wildly rather.
Being an utmost successful Sex Therapist I knew she needed it.
Even in her unconsciousness, Shaguftah Rashīd was not only enjoying my passionate Hindu sex kicks very much, she was also cooperating with me, rather responding my passionate Hindu sex kicks even more passionately and more wildly.
She had already put her legs on my shoulders.
“Well, Durgesh darling, I think you would like to see it.”
She was also busy in searching the surroundings.
It was a passport however.
It was Nauhīd Niyāzī.*
Before I could pull myself together, Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk also twisted at me and extended a gun to me.
It was fully embedded into her.
“I’ve found it in her dressing drawer.” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said gravely.
She waved the gun at me.
“Durgesh darling,” Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk said curtly, “I’m quite certain it’s one of the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps at Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club for the protection of his Musalmān Beauties and Hindu male members from the terrorists and Pseudo Musalmīn.”
There wasn’t any indication on Nauhīd Niyāzī’s extremely beautiful face that she was conscious at all and understanding how incriminating evidences both ACP Suraiyā Jamāl and Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk had found against her.
“How do you know?” I asked Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk taking the gun from her hand.
I had wrapped a handkerchief however before taking the gun from the hand of Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk looked at me gravely.
“I have seen the guns Imām Muħammad Ħasan keeps there.”
“You are also a member of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club as your employer is?”
“Of course, and I also own quite a stock of shares there too.”
“I see.” I started fucking Nauhīd Niyāzī once again.
However, I wasn’t certain even now that her real name was Nauhīd Niyāzī.
It was never possible if her real name was not Shaguftah Rashīd.
Ved Nagar was not only what it appeared to be ostensibly.
It wasn’t easy to pull wool on the eyes of the security authorities of Ved Nagar.
I watched the gun in my hand.
It was a .22 caliber HVSI revolver, more beautiful, yet similarly more dangerous, than a similar Smith and Wesson revolver.
It was stamped with a number in its metal, imh 59786.
The number evidenced that the gun was made on the special order from Imām Muħammad Ħasan, imh was its proof.
Dr. Ħāfizah Kalām-e-Pāk might telling the truth.
The gun was of a special make exclusively made for Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club.*
Kħadījah Muħammad and I could hear the rapid click clack… click clack… click clack of heels in the corridor.
Kħadījah Muħammad was in her rukū and I was fucking her once more from her behind.
I indicated to Kħadījah Muħammad to open the door.
She did it gravely.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled at both of us.
“Thank you so much for waiting, Durgesh, I’m sorry I’m late. I just couldn’t make it any sooner.”
I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah over carefully and said,
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled too.
“Well, Durgesh has just cum into me. You may take over, if you want to.”
“Hey, thank you. Thank you very much. I never thought you’d be so nice.”
I pulled Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah in my arms.
“Yes, and that’s why she is successful now in eliminating the age old kingdom of Al Saåūds from Saůūdī Årab. Even on the pathway of establishing Democracy everywhere in entire Pseudo Islamic Countries.”
“You too appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“You are right.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“Thank you. However there is some difference between the ways Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I imitate you.”
“Allah, you both are trying to make me something more than I myself feel to be.” Kħadījah Muħammad tried to be modest.
“I appreciate your modesty.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said, “However, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan imitates you blindly while I tried to do something more you didn’t, yet Durgesh deserved to be done with.”
“Hey you two! What the hell you think I am?”
“The greatest Hindu lover of us Musalmān Beauties in the entire history of humanity. Kħadījah Muħammad raped you when she met you first. But I kidnapped you first, and then raped you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah winked at both of us.
“Thank you.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah kissed me back gratefully, as if highly indebted to me.
I myself undressed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah and then I started fucking her.
“You are most welcome.” Kħadījah Muħammad smiled at her big heartedly, “He is fucking me nonstop for hours. I wanted some time to breathe myself. You are an Allahdād opportunity.”
“I notice you’re breathless and excited. How about some juice, or even some drink if you prefer?”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“That’s what I thought.”
“I can’t tell you how grateful I am to you for it.”
“It’s alright. Go ahead and enjoy. What’s the problem anyway?”
Now, Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah was herself wet too.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had pushed her extremely beautiful glorious gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks into my male Hindu lap and was enjoying my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely vanished into her eagerly responsive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal depths.
“Go ahead. Nothing to worry. Tell me everything. Dump it to me and forget it.”*
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled.
“Well, you know, Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and I started the Ruqayyah Fātimah Flower Shops. That was before Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī was married. We each had half of the stock except a small block of five shares. We gave it to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī. I’ve always liked her. Nafīsah Salmān Ammī is rather naïve. But her shrewd daughter Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan full of endless tact now has managed to pick up the five shares of stock that we had given to Nafīsah Salmān Ammī.”
“And you think Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wants to pry in your business?”
“I thought so at the time.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly, “When your JetMusalmān Beauties Queen, your utmost dearest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the entirely shameless nudist feminist, the new everfirst President of Saůūdī Årab, handed over the stock for transfer, she joked about being a silent partner. But I think there’s something far more sinister back of it.”
I kissed Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah passionately, pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, till only its head remained inside between her ravenous quivering labial lips, squeezed her boobs and then thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way inside wildly.
She jumped on her back enjoying the miraculous Hindu sex kicks very much.
Her legs were on my nude Hindu shoulders and I was on top of her between her beautiful legs.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled her indebtedness to me, thanking me with her extremely beautiful eyes.
She kissed me passionately responding my loving Hindu attacks.
“She is very dangerous, Durgesh.”
“Not to my women.”
“Okay, relax now. Forget her. Leave Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to me. I’d tell her not to interfere with you anymore.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah made a little gesture.
It was more expressive than words.
“The bastard manages my sister’s money.”
“Not any more, dear.”
“He doesn’t need to.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly.
“What do you mean?”
“I think Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a fool enough to wait indefinitely. As soon as her plan to kill Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in that accident, backfired he went to his other alternative. He has already done he wanted to do. Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī, in my opinion, has already lost her stock.”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah watched me apprehensively.
“What do you want to say, Durgesh? I should forget he staged that accident? Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī would have died in it if her subconscious mind hadn’t received my warnings and acted accordingly.”
“That’s right. But we haven’t any evidence that it had been staged by Muħammad Ůsmān.”
“Do you want to say that he is innocent?”
“No, certainly not. We haven’t any evidence either that he is innocent even.”
“We must be cautious. Yet, we must not forget that even Muħammad Ůsmān maybe innocent.”
“I don’t think so.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly.
“Now she is.”
“Now.” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah said bitterly. “Muħammad Ůsmān is himself not a damnfool. He still flatters Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī and complains that we have punished him unjustifiably. We haven’t given him even any benefit of doubt.”
“Well, I myself told you so when you both the sisters were adamant to cuckold him.”
“Now, think, if Muħammad Ůsmān turns out innocent, how would we face him?”
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed ironically.
“I appreciate his daring and patience, however.”
“What do you mean?”
“Even now, when we’ve cuckolded him, Muħammad Ůsmān acts righteous. He says Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement has blinded us both more than even you are. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is your living sex goddess, yet you still don’t support Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan blindly. You still give Musalmīn the benefit of doubt that most of us Musalmān Beauties even don’t.”
“I agree with him.”
“Nonsense! Muħammad Ůsmān understands the attentions women crave. You know how it is with a Musalmān when his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife has money, as Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah Bājī has. It isn’t a shame for Musalmīn they learn it eagerly.”
“And that solves our problem?” Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah smiled ironically.
“I didn’t say that.”
“Not yet.” I smiled impishly.
“Ouch! What are you doing?” I moaned.
“Stop acting impish when you fuck me.”
“Are you really sixty three?”
“What do you mean?”
“When I kidnapped you, you were only thirty one and I was twenty eight.”
“I contradicted you even then.”
“I have checked your entire electoral record, income tax record, sale tax record etcetera. You were born on 2nd February 1979.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has managed to change my entire papers everywhere.”
“No one believes you. You lack to provide optimum evidence for it.”
“What do you want to say, I’m thirty three only?”
“That’s what your every record in India proves, and even your record elsewhere.”
“Ask Kħadījah Muħammad when she raped me.”
“Isn’t she crazy for you enough, to vouch for everything you say?”
“Well?” I looked at Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah tartly.
I gritted my teeth.
Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah laughed.
“Only because I’m thirty?”
“I’ve told you the other activities from you already, haven’t I?”
She winked at me.
“I would have cheerfully if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan were not using it for her political purposes.”
“I don’t believe you. Peruse what Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors write on faith freedom.org. When you prove them wrong we Musalmān Beauties would accept the Pseudo Musalmīn are not punishable by ‘Cuckold Your Musalmān husband’ movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Never before it. Muħammad Ůsmān isn’t a moderate Musalmān because, there doesn’t exist any moderate Musalmān.”
“According to Dr. Ali Sina.”
“According to facts, damn it. Don’t tell me now that you Hindus are now tired of us Musalmān Beauties. I can’t believe even you Hindus are now afraid of Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists, Criminals/ Criminal Minded persons.”
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Her jaw dropped.
Had her ears garbled the words that had entered her eardrum and maybe she just misheard?
Things like this just didn’t happen in normal society…did they?
“Yes, I did it. Last night.” Her best friend said with a proud grin. “I finally did it.”
“Are you for real, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked in disbelief.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.
“What’s the big deal? It happens more than you know, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
“But not to my best friend.”
“Well…it did. Believe it.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had been friends since they entered preschool together.
Similarly, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never lied to her.
But more than that, they were lovers…had been since they both turned eighteen but six months ago.
“So let me get this straight,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “Last night, my best friend…my best friend…you…I mean…”
“Yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I slept with my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said exasperatedly.
The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah flopped down next to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her bed.
“It was so hot. Allah, yā Allah! God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the guy is done. With my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…he was totally in tune to my every desire.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, her brown eyes dreamy.
Here they were, her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, relaxing after a long days’ work at their jobs in her bedroom, and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out with this revelation.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ only told her because Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was her best friend and she trusted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t go around telling everyone.
Involuntarily, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to stir.
An image of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her back, her hairless, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wet and spread open for her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s waiting Uncut Hindu Lund filled her mind’s eye.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq was now a cuckolded husband.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was his aggressive wife.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had often found herself fantasizing about being underneath.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build.
Along with the lust came the jealousy.
Whether Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was jealous about Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ being with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, or vice versa, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t really tell.
But it started from her belly and most likely turned her eyes from blue to green.
“Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. I’ve been telling you for months I wanted the old Hindu scoundrel.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied. “Not mad as much as jealous.”
“Don’t be jealous. There’s a world of difference between my best friend and my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned.
“I – I still can’t believe it.”
“When I think it over, it’s hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he’s a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I’m not just his daughter now…Now I’m a woman.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in her belly. “Tell me about it.”
“Well, My brother was out with his friends, and my stepdad Durgesh was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You’ve seen him in just his jeans, right?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had.
Durgesh, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Hindu stepfather, kept himself tanned and well in shape.
I had a great figure and a toned chest.
And just imagining I in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in her head.
Now that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about it, so did her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh too.
Even at my sixty-three, I looked years younger than Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq.
With still jet-black hair, grave Hindu eyes, and a muscular build I could really turn any woman’s head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also had so many sisters.
Her Ammī Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid had not even to cuckold her husband to me.
Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was my childhood friend.
He himself had planned that his entire sixteen, extremely beautiful, nudist feminist real sisters fuck me themselves.
“I’ve too.” Twenty-eight years old, Al Qur’an, winked at her elder brother.
Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī smiled ingeniously.
“How do you morons know I’ve only sucked him?”
Muħammad Åbdullah was smiling sedately.
He knew very well that none of his sisters was virgin now anymore.
He had not only enjoyed watching them sucking and fucking his immensely talented Hindu friend, he had filmed their entire erotic activities with me even.
The hypocrites always put the blame on Hindus.
The Musalmān Beauties were entirely innocent in their presentations everywhere.
The truth was exactly opposite however.
His own sisters were suffering from it.
It was better in his eyes to give opportunities to them so that they could fuck Durgesh.
Not anyone else.
Not another Hindu even.
Everything that shines is not gold.
He has known so many Hindus.
They are powerful.
But they are not as sincere as Durgesh is.
The trouble is he generally does not make advances to even extraordinary Musalmān Beauties himself.
The Musalmān Beauties themselves make advances to him.
Who doesn’t want to secure her/his future, if it is possible?*
After Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned eighteen, I seemed to pull away.
At least, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought it was so.
Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, I rarely hugged her, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn’t happened since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could remember.
She often wondered if it was because of how much Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah took after her Ammī, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went.
Often, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah caught me staring at her but I would only smile at her gravely when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my eyes.
A few times Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would find me just outside the bathroom door as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged…Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought nothing of it at the time…but now…Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wiggled closer to her, her voice lowering huskily.
“So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to Durgesh Papa Jī, cuddling up real close and resting one of her hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties…”
She trailed off, looking at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile.
“It was like flipping a switch. Durgesh Papa Jī had a Hindu hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them,” she chuckled. “He smiled confidently, as if he was hoping I wouldn’t notice. I could imagine what was going through his head. This is my stepdaughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could practically read what Durgesh Papa Jī was thinking.
“I looked up at Durgesh Papa Jī, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his Hindu thigh, waited for Durgesh Papa Jī to say no, when he didn’t say anything, I slid my hand straight over his Uncut Hindu Lund. Still he didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his universally famous legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out. Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, you would not believe the size of Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund. At least eight inches, and thick…way thicker than any other guy I’ve seen in porns. I ran my finger boldly, entirely unashamed of me―”
“Why not?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said unashamedly boldly, “What wrong was I doing? I am an adult now. I can decide with whom I want to enjoy my life.”
“But he is our stepfather.”
“So what? It’s better to decide to have your stepfather your life partner. We know him very well, more than we can know of any damn stranger.”
“If her stepfather is Durgesh, yes. That’s what I’m not only implying but announcing even as a principle.”
“Are you mad?”
“It’s against the morals and ethics of the society.”
“I respect the morals and ethics of the society but on the cost of my own happiness.”
“I’m not ashamed of it, I say.”
“Well, not now.”
“There you are.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled triumphantly.
“He is the BEST, you stupid. Fuck him yourself too, before it’s too late.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ went on:
“Feeling my young adult palm over the tip of his Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh Papa Jī moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him boldly, smiling; I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told Durgesh Papa Jī that I knew he too watched me while I showered, that I watched him too when he walked in and out of a room, and that I liked to steal his underwear to masturbate with. He managed to look really grave and admonish me, but I knew he had to surrender ultimately, whatsoever would happen in between. I wrapped my hand around his Uncut Hindu Lund and started stroking him… Allah, yā Allah! God; the brightening of his Hindu eyes with spectacular triumph over a young adult smart and brilliant Musalmān Beauty, was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I was making my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, content, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
“Allah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered.
Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t admit it out loud, this was beyond hot.
Her eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own stepfather’s Uncut Hindu Lund…what would it be like to wrap her fist around her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his Hindu shaft in her palm?
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ continued.
“I put my mouth around Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming…then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. Durgesh Papa Jī penised my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. He used his Uncut Hindu Lund, his lips; he made me beg for more. I spread my thighs and fucked me on my back…I came several times on Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came several more times. I wanted Durgesh Papa Jī to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like I won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth…mmmmm, Durgesh Papa Jī tasted good, too.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stared at her for a Moment, letting everything she had just told her fully sink in. “I can’t believe you did it.”
“Then you probably won’t believe it when I do it again.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said slyly.
“You’re going to hell.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said matter-of-factly.
“I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
They caught each other’s eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.
There was a brief knock at her bedroom door, and before Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had a chance to jump off the bed, their Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, peeked my head in.
My green eyes hardened as I took in their nearly naked bodies. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore a white shirt and matching bikini panties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wore a matching black shirt and pantie.
I never diverted my hardened gaze, however.
“Oh…sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that the servants have informed me that dinner is ready.” I said, “It was good I decided to inform you myself.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah squeaked.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah exchanged glances as I left, closing the door behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath her panties.
She rubbed along her thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between her shaven sex lips to firmly circle her clit.
“You’re soaking wet.” She murmured. “Does Daddy turn you on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Stop that.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sharply. “You fucked your stepfather, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck mine too.”
“Don’t lie to me! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I saw your eyes when Durgesh Papa Jī was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami…now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is practically dripping. Didn’t know you could want your stepfather too, did you?”
“I don’t want him.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through her body. I didn’t want my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…that would be wrong…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s, her fingers working faster under her panties. “Tell me you never think about sucking Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. What it would feel like to have your stepfather fucking you hard into your aching little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…making you cum…over and over again.”
Was she right?
Hadn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had those exact thoughts before?
What was going on?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes tightly, trying to block the pictures suddenly pushing themselves into her mind.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remembered seeing her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund once.
I had just emerged from the shower and had stridden through the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t know what I had been doing in the shower, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and standing straight out from my body.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had stared, frozen, at my engorged Hindu member while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded with arousal juice.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt so ashamed, and more than a little dirty, at what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had seen.
Yet, at the same time, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was intensely turned on.
Turned on by her own Hindu stepfather.
“Admit it.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered hotly into her ear, her warm, wet tongue sneaking out to flick along her earlobe. “Every Musalmān girl thinks about fucking her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, at one time or another, baby. And just like I made it come true…you can too make it come true, if you are smart enough to secure your future physically, sexually, financially and emotionally. Durgesh is the ever best husband for every Musalmān Beauty whether Jet Musalmān Beauties or others.”
“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “No, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …”
“No…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched sharply into her busy little fingers, breath hissing through her teeth as she pushed her cami up over her breasts, baring her taut pink nipples to her hot gaze.
Her thumb was expertly rubbing her hard, throbbing clit.
“Do you want my tongue in your wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked impudently winking at her, cunningly, impishly . “Tell me you want it.”
“No…I…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuttered. Allah, God, she was bringing her so close! The little tease…
“Mmmm, tell me you want my mouth sucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. No…tell me you want your Hindu Step Daddy’s, Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.
Her plunging fingers slowed to an agonizing pace, slowly withdrawing and slowly pushing back in, teasing her clit with feather-light manipulation.
“Make me cum, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …make me cum…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, thrusting her hips upwards into her fingers.
“Not until you say what you really want.” She persisted.
“Girls! Dinner is getting cold!” I shouted from downstairs.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pulled her fingers away, drawing a frustrated groan from her mouth but at the same time sending a wave of guilt through Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
I didn’t deserve having to wait for the dinner.
“I’ll get you back later.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah growled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed and they got up, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans.
For a Moment, they considered putting on a t-shirt, but then they figured even their camis were decent enough.
“You look hot.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commented as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah opened her bedroom door. “Your tanned little belly showing…your ass looks so good in those jeans. Durgesh Papa Jī would certainly enjo very much fucking you.”
“Shut up Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, you tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed her and pulled her mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue deep inside as she cupped her firm little bottom to crush her chest against hers.
Their moans were mixed together.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah peeled herself away from her curvy body, trying to ignore how good she, too, looked in her slim-fitting jeans and tight cami.
“Come on, we’re wanted downstairs.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.
I was waiting patiently at the dinner table as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah entered the room.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could swear a slight flush colored my handsome face as we settled into our seats.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat to my right, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ to my left so we were across from each other.
“I’m sorry, dad. We didn’t mean to make you wait.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.
“I’m sorry, too,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chimed. “Girl talk can make time pass pretty quickly.”
“Understood.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said with a grin, flashing dimples that suddenly made her knees weak.
Damn her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought silently, giving Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ a withering look.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never thought this way until she had to yank that door open in her mind.
With a little trepidation, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered if it was already cracked open and just needed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s extra push…
After all, she was her own mind, and was able to just banish whatever thoughts don’t appeal to her…right?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah peeked at me, from the corner of her eye, admiring the broad curve of my shoulders and firmness of my Hindu body, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over her tanned skin and pull her closer as I fucked hard into her…
How could someone look so good in a simple white t-shirt and jeans?
“Earth to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah snapped to attention, nearly flipping her fork off the table.
“Want some potatoes?” she repeated with exaggerated slowness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nodded mutely and took the bowl she was holding out, spooning out a healthy portion before passing it on to me.
Her warm fingers brushed mine, and I winked affectionately as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my black eyes.
‘Oh, damn.’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought.
“Dinner looks great.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said quickly.
The servants had prepared fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and dinner rolls.
My chef was a master in the kitchen.
“I agree with you, sweetie.” I replied.
The phone rang, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood to answer it.
“I can get it, baby.” I said.
“No, you keep eating. I’ll grab it.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah trotted into the kitchen, picking up the receiver irritably.
“Hi, is Durgesh there?” a breathy female voice asked.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
What female did she know that would call for me, ‘Durgesh’?
“Can I ask who is calling, please?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and called,
I came into the kitchen, my brow furrowed.
“It’s Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah told me.
My Hindu eyes brightened a bit, and a spear of jealousy sank into her stomach as I took the phone from her.
“Hey, Ħumayrah Åbbās…”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked back into the dining room, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ looking up as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat down to resume eating.
“Who was that?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied sourly.
“Shut up. It’s not like that.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glared at her lover. “You know as well as I do it’s not like that.”
“Not yet.” She shot back, and then added smugly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I wasn’t the only one watching your cute Musalmān ass walking out of the room.”
Allah help her, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me now very much.
Even as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about me, I came back into the dining room and sat down.
A broad grin was on my face.
“What’re you so happy about?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, her stomach churning enviously.
“Seems he has a date tomorrow night.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, digging into her meal with renewed vigor.
“A date?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah echoed.
“That’s right. Your old man is going out.”
“With some strange girl?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās is hardly a stranger, sweetie. We work together.”
“Right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said lamely.
“What are you two going to do?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked.
“I don’t know. What’s a proper first date in this day and age?” I joked.
“Dinner and movie, definitely.”
“Dinner and a movie it is, then.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t say much the rest of the meal.
I tried to strike up conversation, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was too involved in imagining all the things this woman would do to her completely trusting and compassionate Hindu stepfather.
Surely, she wouldn’t give it up on the first date.
More importantly, would her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh; take it if it were offered?
It made Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wonder just how long it had been for me since I had last had sex with Ħumayrah Åbbās…
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would be a fool to think her Ammī would’ve been the last woman, or even her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself even.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted on cleaning up after dinner, telling me to go relax on the living room couch.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah washed dishes and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ dried.
Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s over-existent sex life.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how much more room was left there now for other Musalmān Beauties.
“It’s just a date, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ murmured consolingly.
“I know.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.
“Quit your moping.”
“I’m not moping!”
“Are too.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ twirled her dishtowel warningly, an evil twinkle in her brown eyes.
“Don’t even think about it, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled.
She snapped it across her ass, sending a shock of pain down her thigh.
Her best friend shrieked as she dove at her.
She spun around to streak out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed a towel and was hot on her heels.
Their laughter was filling the spacious room as they chased each other around the couch and her baffled Hindu stepfather.
“No!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped in between breathless fits of laughter. “Stop it! Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ !”
“Come on, help me!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ cried to her grinning Hindu stepfather.
I joined her in the tickling torture, centering on her belly while Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ worked on her knees.
The two went on tickling her for a good five minutes, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe and was begging for relief.
My warm Hindu hand had slid underneath her shirt to get better access to her bare tummy, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts and causing shivers of pleasure to spiral through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I have to split,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned. “See you later, guys.”
“Bye, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah called.
She grabbed her things and glanced back at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knowingly, giving her a little wave as she closed the front door behind her.
“Allah, she’s crazy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled, looking up at me.
I smiled back, my hand running in lazy circles over her flat belly almost absently.
Our eyes met, and I smiled.
I looked down at my hand.
At the small of her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund dug into her like a steel pipe and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched slightly as to not hurt me.
“I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, should get to bed.” I said.
“No, Daddy,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, realizing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hadn’t called me that since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ten. “Please don’t stop.”
My grave, confident , Hindu eyes were clouded with ashvinātam lust; that was plain as day to her.
Was Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ right?
Did I want her, too?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to know.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah set her hand atop me, moving it lower down my belly to just above the waistband of my jeans, staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached for release, throbbing nearly painfully as the rough texture of my skin slid over the suddenly thrumming nerve endings of her stomach.
Her breathing was fast and shallow as I watched the journey of her hand, like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was an observer of someone else’s hand and not her own.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I said huskily, my voice trembling. “Sweet Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…this isn’t right…”
She put her index finger over my lips.
“Touch me,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “I need you to touch me.”
I pulled her hand away, waiting anxiously as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed perfectly still for a Moment before continuing downward, her fingertips slipping underneath the top of my jeans.
Her body trembled, her nipples hardening to firm little points as she nudged farther down the front of my jeans.
The sexual tension was so thick between us; Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe.
We were on the verge on something that would change us forever, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah found herself urgently wishing for it.
Our gazes locked, her fingers stopped just above the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah begged me silently with her blue eyes to let her continue.
We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as my pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sagged in disappointment as she pulled her warm hand away to let me check the number.
The fragile Moment had been shattered.
“It’s work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed. “They probably need extra help.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood as I did. “I’m heading to bed.”
“All right, sweetie. Good night.” I gently kissed her forehead, looking more than a little agitated as I tried valiantly to cover my bulge.
Well, she had virtually grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
What could I do?
I wasn’t impotent enough not to respond to her such an express sexual advance to me.
Moreover, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was still as excited as she was incapable even avoiding her eyes.
“Good night, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard the front door open and close as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried desperately to fight her feelings of frustration.
It wasn’t my fault work called, and it would be selfish of her to be angry when my job was to help Musalmān Beauties .
But what would’ve happened if my pager hadn’t gone off?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah undressed and slipped nude into her bed, closing her eyes.
Tomorrow was another day.
It was around two in the morning according to her bedside clock when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah awoke suddenly, her head pounding.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her legs over the side of her bed.
The closest bathroom was the one attached to my room, and the floor seemed to simmer underneath her feet as she unsteadily made her way to my bedroom.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hardly noticed her nudity at this point.
Her head was pounding so badly.
But it didn’t matter much anyway because her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, hadn’t returned home yet.
She popped a couple aspirin from my medicine cabinet and sat down on my bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in her head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was asleep again before the thought to go back to her own bedroom even occurred to her.
She had completely forgotten that she was not a child anymore.
She was an adult extremely beautiful young Musalmān woman now, sleeping absolutely naked on my bed.
A little shiver running through the length of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body prompted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah to sleepily open her eyes.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah strained to see around her in the blackness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sucked in her breath, realizing the source of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body’s reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.
She lay on her back; her right knee bent and folded in, her left leg flung out to the side.
I was sitting next to her.
My grave eyes were slowly running over her slim, naked figure.
My hot fingertips trailed down the slope of her belly, over her hip, and swept tantalizing inches from her shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I did it very lightly, as to not wake her.
Every time I looked up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah quickly shut her eyes so I wouldn’t know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was awake.
My actions were almost too much to take.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was painfully aroused within seconds.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and I longed to clamp her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs around my strong hand until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I would stop as soon as I even had an idea Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah might be aware of what I was doing.
She didn’t want to stop me.
so Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remained still and passive to my exploration.
However, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot did not…
Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as I bent down.
My nose was inches from her throat, deeply inhaling her scent.
I continued downwards, my warm breath brushing over her nipples, quickly hardening them.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought to control her excitement as I extended the tip of my fingers to her right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to her toes as I fully squeezed the distended Musalmān flesh.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swallowed her gasp and bit down on her tongue so hard it brought tears up behind her closed eyes as she left a feather-light kiss on her navel.
I was touching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Was she dreaming?
Was all of this real?
Was she really so lucky?
Opening her eyes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed in tense wonder when my fingers crept unto her thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness.
The digits slipped to the inside of her thigh, agonizingly close to her heated, dripping center and stopped.
I glanced up.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes quickly.
I focused again on her hairless sex, biting my full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of my life.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted my mouth buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!
My Uncut Hindu Lund brushed across her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hole, making her insides jump as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuck it in my groin.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I murmured so softly Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to strain to hear me. “What am I doing? You shouldn’t have slept here naked. You temptress. Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā. ”
With that, I hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow me and get what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do.
For all Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew, if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was straightforward and went after me, I would look at her in disgust and hate her forever.
She loved me too much to risk that.
So Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed awake awhile waiting for me to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on her eyelids and she drifted off.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood.
I hadn’t returned to my bed, and the past evenings events left Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah extremely horny.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stomped out of my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind her.
The warm water was flowing over her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body did little to appease her tight muscles, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah all but cracked the glass in the shower door as she opened and closed it when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished.
Brushing through her wet hair and applying make-up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went back into her bedroom and slipped on a pair of her silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated her nice tits.
With a quick glance at her clock, she picked up the phone and dialed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s number, knowing that like her, she had the day off from work.
“Hello?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chirped in greeting.
“Hey, baby! How was last night?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.
“Can I come over? We’ll talk about it.”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ replied smiling empathetically. “And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not.”
“Good. I’ll be over in a few.”
“‘K.” She blew a kiss and hung up.
Feeling a little better, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling her eyes as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighted I sprawled out on the couch.
She jotted a note and set it on the coffee table.
Quietly closing the front door behind her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went out to her car.
The hot, humid air clung to her skin.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned the air-conditioner on full blast as she pulled out of her driveway and drove the few miles to her best friend’s house.
“Hey!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out unto the porch, grinning widely as she pulled in to her driveway.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got out of her car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.
“Dressed to kill, I see?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said knowingly, watching her blush as she joined her on the porch.
“I could say the same about you.” She teased. “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, you look hot.”
With that, she grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on hers.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to pull away, thinking anyone including me could see them, but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held her tight and explored the inside of her mouth with her soft tongue.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, finally pulling back. “You taste good.”
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …our dad…”
She shrugged. “So?”
“You little slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah admonished. “I can imagine what our dad would think of me if he saw this.”
“Saw what?” asked I, as I emerged from the house, dressed in my infamous pair of jeans.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t help but skim her eyes over my toned chest, flushing when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my Hindu eyes. “Hey, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Saw what?”
“Hey…nothing.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said casually.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ walked ahead of me and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed, brushing close to me as she passed.
“We’ll be upstairs.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs to her bedroom.
She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside her.
Her brown eyes were bright with curiosity.
“Tell you what?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned nonchalantly.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smacked her bare thigh.
“Quit it. What happened after I left last night?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when she described my exploration while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ‘asleep’.
“I told you.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said matter-of-factly.
“Honestly, at this point, it’s more frustrating than anything.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied.
“Of course. You haven’t gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction…right?”
How did she know her so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a glance at her best friend. “Will you share, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?”
“As in, ‘will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your Hindu stepfather?’ I think not.” She chuckled.
“How do you know I will go for it?”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flushed prettily.
“Let’s just say it came up last night.”
“What do you mean?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked.
“Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I’m telling him, and he’s getting this huge hard-on…I started rubbing it, and don’t be mad, but I told him we’re bi. I’m telling you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, Durgesh Papa Jī got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he was fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I’m talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. I especially liked it when he told me how I’d like to see him fuck your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…and you know you would like that, too.”
Of course, she was right about that.
It was funny how it didn’t seem to faze me to hear Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ talk about my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, like I was just any guy; wasn’t it just the night before her best friend dumped it in her lap she was fucking her own Hindu stepfather?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shifted restlessly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still maddeningly horny from the previous night’s events.
“Who am I to deny you anything?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sweetly.
She smiled brilliantly.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on…I’m sure he’s downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half.”
We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs.
It came to her mind that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should ask her what the plan was, but as they circled the couch where I was sitting, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had something planned.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly began to wonder if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should let her do whatever she wanted…
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flicked the TV off and told her to stand directly in the front of Durgesh.
I wore a confused look as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sat down next to me.
“What are you girls up to?” I asked curiously.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled at me nervously, her mind racing.
What the hell was she planning?
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ slipped her hand into my lap, her clever little palm cupping over my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezing lightly.
I gasped and looked at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah quickly, as if gauging her reaction.
Her hazel eyes were glazing over with lust.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reacted fast, starting a fire as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched her lover fondle and rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …” I groaned. “Baby…”
“Mmmm, what should I take off first, Daddy?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to object, and then thought better of it.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ would pay for her little games later.
I looked up at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, a smile on my full, sexy mouth, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled back to let me know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was into the game, feeling my heated gaze slide over her slim, curvy body.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as I lifted myself accommodatingly.
I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around my thick Uncut Hindu Lund, which jutted up towards my toned stomach.
With a wicked little grin, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began a slow, firm stroke up and down my rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across my lips. “Tell her what to take off.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled at me.
“Your top, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Take your top off.” I smiled too. “Let me see those sweet tits.”
“Haven’t you seen them already, and even much more?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked, “How dare you rejected me at night when I offered you myself absolutely naked?”
I looked at her benignly,
“You never offered yourself to me, young lady.”
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Kħālidah Qamar asked,
“Do you want me Durgesh Papa Jī?”
“No KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! Certainly not!”
“It is a lie! You do want me! I know that you want to fuck me Durgesh Papa Jī!”
“I can’t KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! I just…can’t.”
“No… you don’t want me because I look like Mumtāz Yåqūb , right? You want to please my Ammī more because she left her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband for you!” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly burst into tears.
“No KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! It’s not that! You’re a very beautiful girl. And you deserve much better.” I tried comforting her.
“I don’t want anyone else, except you, Durgesh Papa Jī!” she cried even more, “I’d die if anyone except you would even try to touch me.”
Her Hindu stepfather, I, knew that what she said was absolutely true.
Kħālidah Qamar was an identical replica of her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb.
She had Mumtāz Yåqūb’s big tits, her long killer legs, her ash-blonde hair and sexy plump chubby Musalmān ass.
The only difference was Kħālidah Qamar had her Abbū’s aquamarine eyes.
She was hotter and sexier than Mumtāz Yåqūb was; and that was what bothering me as that made me wanted to fuck her.
She was a hot sexier and younger version of her Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb.
Years ago when I lusted over Mumtāz Yåqūb, now I too could not control the lust that I had for young Kħālidah Qamar.
Kħālidah Qamar unexpectedly bolted away from me ran and cried into the house.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, too rose and went after my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter.
Before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, my arms encircled her waist and hugged her from behind.
She tried to pull my arms and we struggled even more.
One of My arms wrapped itself on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and another arm clasped her abdomen from behind.
She thrashed more violently.
“Let…me…go Durgesh Papa Jī! You don’t want me! You…h…hate me…you love my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb only!” She trashed in my Hindu embrace.
“Kħālidah Qamar …please…I love you! I don’t hate you, not like that!”
“You…hate me! You hate me!” she continued crying and struggling to free her waist from my arms.
Her bikini top came lose and fell to the floor from the strain of our body thrashing.
As her Durgesh Papa Jī struggled to subdue her movement; my hand unintentionally clasped on her left tit.
Kħālidah Qamar’s body was shocked from the intense pleasure and she steeled herself in my embrace.
Then, to her extremely pleasant surprise, the hand started kneading and massaging her tit.
I used my thumb and a finger to pinch her nipple.
Meanwhile, my right hand moved lower from her waist and went lower into her bikini rubbing her shaven Musalmān mound.
Kħālidah Qamar relished the feeling of my hands on her tit and her mound.
At last, her Durgesh Papa Jī was touching her the way she had always dreamt and wished that I would.
She felt my hand pulled on the material of her bikini, and I grabbed the material and untied the knot.
At last, she was finally gloriously naked for my Hindu eyes.
Kħālidah Qamar was not struggling anymore.
Both of us were breathing hard and that was the only sound that could be heard in the living room.
Her Durgesh Papa Jī slowly massaged and squeezed both her tit and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot simultaneously.
She sucked her breath with the intense pleasure brought by her Hindu stepfather, I.
I kneaded her tit and tweaked her nipple; while my other hand inserted my Uncut Hindu Lund into my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva.
She shuddered in my embrace, moaning and squeezing her thighs to exert more pleasure created in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Oh yes…Durgesh Papa Jī…More than anything.” She whimpered.
I dragged her to the sofa and sat with her on my lap, with her back to me.
We were facing a huge mirror and in the mirror, Kħālidah Qamar could see how my experienced Hindu hand was squeezing and stroking her tit while my Uncut Hindu Lund fondled and caressed her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
She noticed how with each stroke made by her Hindu stepfather, I, in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body would shudder and tremble with the pleasure it brought.
She too noticed how her long legs spread themselves to accommodate my Uncut Hindu Lund; opening her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot even more.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, inserted more of my long thick Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Nude she buckled and shuddered on my nude Hindu lap.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was engorged with the movement of her hip in front of me.
I gently moved forward from the sofa so that we were now on our hands and knees.
Her hands were on a rug while my hands were still on her ample tit and in her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Kħālidah Qamar could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund between her thighs from behind.
I too leisurely moved the hand on her tit to her waist.
Kħālidah Qamar moaned when she felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund at the opening of her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more.
She knew the first penetration was not fucking.
It was only Penising.
She held her breath.
I bit by bit inserted my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She whimpered with every inch of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund being inserted into her dripping excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Slowly and deliberately, her Durgesh Papa Jī inserted my inflamed Uncut Hindu Lund.
I was relishing the reflection on the mirror looking at how my sexy young stepdaughter took pleasure in my fucking.
Finally, her hot soaking canal was fully gorged with my thick throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Qamar gyrated her hip first and she could hear her Durgesh Papa Jī groaned from behind her.
She moved again and I too moved my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Kħālidah Qamar felt every movement and pleasure created by my incessant ramming and thrusting of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her.
In the mirror, she saw how my handsome face contorted with the every Hindu thrust and how I groaned when our body slammed into each other.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits too shuddered and quavered with every lunge of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her.
“Durgesh Papa Jī!” she moaned.
“Oh…Durgesh Papa Jī, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Méré Hindu Kħasam! Mérī Ammī ké Hindu Kħasam!” she whimpered even louder.
I intensified my Hindu thrusts while using one hand to massage her clit making her trembled even more fiercely.
She cum and screamed for her Durgesh Papa Jī.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, continued ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her dripping excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and relished with her climax.
I too cum inside her hours later and filled her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my warm Hindu seed.
It slowly trickled down her inner thigh.*
I could hear Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ’s voice from my speakerphone.
“Hi Durgesh,? What’ve you been doing?”
“Me? Nothing darling. Just…just,”
“Why do you sound as if you’re out of breath?”
“Oh! Sālī, imagine. I’m fucking someone. You are not the only one I fuck. Are you?”
Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ also laughed.
“Oh! Congratulations. And now since you’re kind of tide up, I’ll call you later? Love you!” She said.
And she hung up.
“Ah… Kħālidah Qamar …ah…that’s…nice…yes,” my deep voice reverberated in the room.
I was on my back on the rug, still at the living room with my hot Musalmān stepdaughter between my legs sucking, lapping and nipping my thick pulsating Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her long fingers were wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund and she was stroking it.
I groaned and moaned with her ministration.
She licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund and she could taste my Hindu pre-cum.
She then removed her fingers from it, ran her tongue from the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund to the base, and continued doing it.
She then brought her big tits together and trapped my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult Musalmān boobs.
My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered as it was sandwiched between Kħālidah Qamar’s tits.
She squeezed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits together and that generated much pleasure for her Durgesh Papa Jī.
Now ‘Piyā Jī’.
The incest crazy persons were adamant to use this term.
“What’s wrong in it?” they argued.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan used to argue further.
“A father is the perfect ideal ever best husband for a daughter. None can love a woman more than her own father. Why then they should be separated ever? Why a woman should leave her parental home and love when men never do it? I strongly oppose marriage institution. It was discovered to suit mankind’s vile vested interests. I propose ‘No marriages at all. Dissolve marriage institution forever. Let everyone enjoy free sex everywhere with anyone he/she damn pleases. Father and daughter are natural husband and wife. Shame on the persons who ever try to separate them under this or that pretext.”
All my Musalmān stepdaughters shouted excitedly,
“Hurray! Long live our wonderful outstanding ultramodern leader Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.”
“Long live the Everbest wives.”
The head of my Uncut Hindu Lund was protruding between her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and she sucked hard on it and licked it.
Her beloved stepfather thrashed with pleasure.
She removed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
She then sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund again and again, with her hands jerking it even more.
She tried to swallow my creamy Hindu cum but some of it still dripped from her mouth and some of it was even squirted to her chin and cheek.
She still held my Uncut Hindu Lund even when it was flaccid somewhat.
She licked all my Hindu juices from my Uncut Hindu Lund trying to clean it.
“Secret Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I won’t tell you.”
“Oh come KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! Tell me! Did you watch porn?” my eyes turned mischievous.
“Yessssss! I learned it from your own ashvinātam porns.” She raised herself and dashed up the stairs trying to get into her room giggling.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, caught up with her just when she was about to open her room.
She shrieked when I carried her on my shoulder as I walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.
I put my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter on the immense kitchen counter and rummaged the cabinets and refrigerator to find things that I needed.
“Are you hungry Kħālidah Qamar ? I know I am.” I said standing between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s long lean legs.
I took an ice cube and put it on her nipple and it puckered.
Kħālidah Qamar sucked her breath.
I then lowered the ice and slowly moved it to her abdomen and drew strange invisible drawing on her stomach.
She writhed on the counter holding my shoulders.
Then, she suddenly groaned and pulled my head to her generous tits squeezing as I placed the ice cube on her mound and at the opening of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
The ice cube was instantaneously drenched with my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s juices.
After a few moments, I removed the ice and my handsome face lighted up with my grin.
After that, I scooped up vanilla ice cream and lathered it on her stomach.
I held her waist and started licking.
The cold ice cream was making her senses reeled, but the feeling of my Hindu lips on her abdomen and moving towards her navel was her undone.
She shuddered and shivered with rapture while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was soaking with the juices that had been flowing.
“Durgesh Papa Jī…please.” She begged.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, was not done with my mission.
I then lathered her inner thighs with honey until I reached just inches from the lips of her drenched excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I licked and lapped the honey on either side of her quivering Musalmān thighs.
I crept up higher and higher until my face was touching her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but still I did not do anything to Kħālidah Qamar’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was quivering with her female lust and her juices seeped from her canal.
I continued to nip and lap her inner thighs making my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter crazy with lust.
I had to strain her thighs from wrapping my head with her legs as she thrashed on the counter in abandonment.
“Durgesh Papa Jī…please…fuck me…oh…please…Durgesh Papa Jī! Please!” She begged.
She used her arms to pull her Hindu stepfather, I, into her embrace but I used my strength to overcome her.
I held her arms with one hand behind her back and I carried on with my endeavor.
I licked lightly on her shaven excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and my Uncut Hindu Lund could feel the bristling of newly grown pubic hair.
My young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter moved her hip with lust.
I then rubbed both of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot lips one at a time incessantly, with my immensely hard Uncut Hindu Lund head.
“Ah…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah…please.” She pleaded.
I let her arms go, raised her right leg onto my shoulder, and rammed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tight warm silky Musalmān sheath.
She was sopping wet with her juices from the ordeal that her Hindu stepfather, I, had put her through.
She was shuddering violently with the ashvinātam pleasure and lust that was roused by her Hindu stepfather, I.
She wanted all of me, all of my Uncut Hindu Lund and all that I could ram inside her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her arms were tightly holding my warm sweaty Hindu body and her nails dug deep into my skin.
I hissed with the pain but kept on thrusting, shoving and ramming my thick warm Uncut Hindu Lund into my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Kħālidah Qamar too relentlessly moved her hip welcoming my never-ending onslaught into her soaking Musalmān depth.
She could hear both of us were grunting and moaning with the mounting pleasure of our fuck.
My body was coming down on her lower and lower; with the intensity of our coupling.
I was now bent forward ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund while my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s right knee now nearly touching her right shoulder.
We cum simultaneously in each other’s ashvinātam embrace.
After sometime, Kħālidah Qamar felt her Hindu stepfather, I, slowly took out my somewhat limp Uncut Hindu Lund from her sore excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I carried her effortlessly to the bathroom and put her in the bathtub.
I washed her slowly and methodically making sure that she was squeaky clean.
I then joined her in the tub and laid myself between her thighs with my head on her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and my back to her.
She played with my hair and my chest.
I felt happy and sated as her long legs wrapped my nude Hindu body from behind and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot nudging my lower back and her hands rubbing and massaging my Hindu chest.
Kħālidah Qamar brought her lips to shower her Hindu stepfather, I, with kisses on my neck, throat and my chest.
She kissed my mouth and her Hindu stepfather, I, opened my mouth and devoured my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s sweet Musalmān mouth.
“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can we do it again? With me on top?”
“Anything for you Kħālidah Qamar. Anything.” Her Durgesh Papa Jī answered.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, was lying on the immense bed and my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund was pulsating with lust for my young Musalmān stepdaughter.
She lowered her hips and felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her wet warm Musalmān sheath.
Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and her juices continued to bathe my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She lowered herself even further down and savored the quivering of her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot each time her dripping canal welcomed in more of my thick warm Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, moaned and whimpered her name when her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot at last was filled with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħālidah Qamar felt her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was stretched to the limit in this new position.
Her Durgesh Papa Jī held her thighs and I started moving my hip.
The wall of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot contracted with the movement made by my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I moved again and she too began moving her hip.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, buckled on her again and again so that I could fill her with her Uncut Hindu Lund.
She in the meantime moved with accordance with my movements.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits quaked with every thrust and gyration of her hip and her Durgesh Papa Jī clasped her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and rubbed them.
My other hand too was also moving to where our bodies connected.
I used my fingers to massage the upper part of her stretched excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I rubbed hard on her inflamed clitoris and that her thrashed wildly on my warm sweaty body.
I raised my hip and rammed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot again and again.
My young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter slammed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body down my body to fill her wet canal with my engorged Uncut Hindu Lund.
Both of us were moaning with the apprehension of the looming culmination of our ashvinātam lust.
I rubbed her Musalmān clit even harder and felt the wall of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot convulsed around my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We cum simultaneously and I filled my young stepdaughter’s excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my hot creamy Hindu semen.
Filling her soaking excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my Hindu seeds.
She fell on my chest breathing hard with the aftermath of our sexual orgy.
“Durgesh Papa Jī…that…was…wonderful.” Kħālidah Qamar said through ragged breath, “And it’s when you are sixty three. I wish I were eighteen when you were twenty. What you would have done to me. The lucky Musalmān bitches enjoyed you even more than I’m enjoying you now.”
“Thank you…However, you are also not less wonderful KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR!”
“But Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! …what are you going to do with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly asked.
I smiled still fucking her fiercely,
“You still remember her after you fucked me Kħālidah Qamar? You are a nice wonderful human being! But…she’s nice also though.”
“She is. But, okay fuck her too.”
“That’s good. I thought you were jealous of her.”
“Not, if you promise me to fuck forever.”
“Done, Sālī.” I winked at her.
“Thank you very much. Yet, Durgesh Papa Jī? What’s going to happen to us?”
“What do you want Kħālidah Qamar? What do you want to happen? You know I will always love you.”
“I want you to fuck me forever Durgesh Papa Jī. Forever.” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered.
I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund to the hilt into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and kissed her full on her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips, gathering her into my strong Hindu arms,
“Granted.” I whispered.
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Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm
It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that Muħammad and Kħadījah knew from their local watering hole.
Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened…
That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kħadījah’s what it being the holiday weekend and all that.
Sidrah Aħmad and I were there for Sidrah Aħmad’s a TGIF drink or five.
Sidrah Aħmad wanted to shoot a bit of pool too.
It was mostly regulars in Kħadījah’s that night with a few ‘newbies’ thrown in the mix.
Sidrah Aħmad was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc.
On some Fridays, we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same ‘social’ club that we belonged to, but, not this night.
Sidrah Aħmad enjoyed the threesomes as a treat.
Of course, she did couples as well, but had you asked Sidrah Aħmad her preference, threesomes would have been her answer.
But this night wasn’t about swinging, at least that’s how it started out.
Around ten or so, Kħadījah’s had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Durgesh, I, an older Hindu in my sixty-two.
At this time, Sidrah Aħmad was thirty-eight and I was sixty-two, not old, but older.
Anyway, I had been around a year or so, having moved here for a new ashvinātam sex adventure, if I could have it.
I was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable.
I had drifted to Muħammad and Kħadījah’s table.
Muħammad and I taking turns against Sidrah Aħmad on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots.
I was of course participating in with juices, not with alcohol.
Alcohol caused sleep to the Para Conscious mind while Stavans and Trishapt used to awaken it.
Well, actually, we did most of the shots since Muħammad was the DD, the designated driver, and I was nursing my drinks carefully even while taking juices only.
Sidrah Aħmad, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and, as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee.
Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave.
I casually mentioned that I was going to call a cab and get my car tomorrow since Sidrah Aħmad‘d had a ‘bit too much’, so to speak, and needed my car herself.
Muħammad chimed in that they’d be happy to give me a lift to my Ashvinātam Palace, to which, Kħadījah smilingly agreed.
It was as they waited for me to make a pit stop before we left Sidrah Aħmad’s that I noticed, for the first time, the ‘look’ in Kħadījah’s eyes, on her face.
“You get turned on by something?” I kiddingly asked, adding, “Or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?”
Laughing, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm replied, “Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face,” adding, “that it was a bit of both.”
“Really?” So what turned you on?” Muħammad asked in return.
“You have to admit that Durgesh is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm smilingly said.
“Hey, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I may be cute to you but I’m not a young package anymore.”
“Nonsense!” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, thirty-eight only, smiled at me now rather seductively.
“Believe me. I’m sixty two, my dear.”
“Durgesh the multi zillionaire?” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm confirmed my identity once more incredulously, “Durgesh darling, Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”
“Of course,” I smiled, “the same. But I’m sixty two.”
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at her Musalmān husband, Muħammad,
“What do you say, Muħammad?”
“Well, he is thirty two. Some persons claim he is twenty eight actually.”
Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how “Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” or something like that. That could have been written about Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“Do you want to have a ‘go’ at Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.
She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, “I don’t know, what do you think?”
Seeing me emerging from the restroom, Muħammad simply replied, “Play it as you want, baby, I’m game if it goes that way.”
“Damn, ya’ll sure you don’t want me to take a cab so that you can get home,” I said, laughing afterwards.
With a hint of where her head was now, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips, saying,
“Well, if I can’t wait until we get home, and since I’m in the company of two good-looking men, I ought to be able to solve my problem, don’t you think?”
She pulled me by my hand towards the door while my alcohol-free brain quickly processed what I had just heard.
Muħammad simply smiled when he looked at me questioningly, following the two of them out of the door.
In his opinion, Muħammad was exchanging his extremely beautiful with me, swinging.
He was giving me an opportunity to fuck his, till now exclusively faithful to him, wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
The swingers never knew that most of them were never getting an opportunity to fuck the wife of the opposite man.
But in return, they never got my wife or any of my actual Live in Relationship Partner.
My wife was my exclusive territory.
My only wife.
None without her or my exclusive express permission could even reach her.
She never needed it.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved me for my never compromising Multiversal Humanity, and for nothing else.
Sidrah Aħmad was one of my extremely loyal friends only.
Yes, I fuck Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad also fucks me.
But that’s all we expect from each other.
An altogether different kind of ethics.
Perhaps no other religion, except Hinduism only, allowed this kind of ethics ever and even praised it.
But Hinduism praised even the atheists dedicating their life for humanity.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm flipped up the fold-down armrest in my car.
She slid into the middle of the front seat, pulling me in with her to sit ‘shotgun’.
After I got in and started the car, she casually remarked as she settled in between us,
“Ooooh, between two guys, does it get any better than this for a gal?”
Leaning towards me as I was about to drive away, she gave me a long, tongue-probing kiss.
Breaking off the ashvinātam kiss with me, as Muħammad slipped the car into gear, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm winked at me, saying,
“Seems like, to be fair, I owe Durgesh a kiss more, don’t you think?” and turning her head towards me , she leaned over and gave me a sweet, soft kiss, her eyes quickly flashing up to Muħammad’s in a questioning look.
Muħammad smiled at her, nodded his head in approval, and drove away as Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I continued to kiss.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand kept casually dropping onto my thigh as we did so.
Muħammad had already given me directions to his place, which I followed.
The sounds from us indicating that the soft, sweet ashvinātam kiss was getting a bit more intense.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned into me once more.
This time with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand behind my head and her awfully lovely outstanding superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body turned more towards me to better facilitate our ashvinātam kiss.
Muħammad glanced over and saw Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s nipples straining the fabric of her tee as we continued to kiss.
Such crazy Musalmīn were never updated.
They were not living in twenty first century at all.
For them the Time Cycle had stopped at Seventh Century, forever.
That’s why such Honor Killings for such backward Musalmīn were not only normal, it was their essence of existence even.
I was always careful about such crazy backward Musalmīn.
Being a multi zillionaire now it was not difficult for me to arrange for my safety and security first.
My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sidrah Aħmad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, and my infinite Posthumans Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners were even more vigilant.
Moreover, every one of them, without even a single exception, was always punished by us, with intense humiliation.
They were made to lick our cum mixed with the cum of their Musalmān houseladies.
They were even compelled to drink our urine mixed with the urine of their Musalmān houseladies and their terrorist Musalmān mouths were being used as our toilets including the toilets for their own Musalmān houseladies too.
They were imprisoned in ultramodern ever-updated Kālchakr Tilism.
They never could run away from there.*
“Hi darling! This is Furqān Ibrāhīm…Furqān Ibrāhīm; this is my stepdaughter, Kħālidah Qamar.”
“Hi Furqān Ibrāhīm. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!”
Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her Hindu stepfather’s Durgesh at HVSI Hospital.
We had been dating for the past 4 months.
The Musalmān Beauty facing her was pretty and petite.
Kħālidah Qamar guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that I was happy to be with this Musalmān Beauty.
The dinner lasted 2 hours and Kħālidah Qamar genuinely liked Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She was much different from Mumtāz Yåqūb, her mother who had left her Abbū for me, 10 years ago.
Her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, blonde-ash hair and killer legs.
She could not be a ‘mother’ to Kħālidah Qamar, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her.
One day when Kħālidah Qamar was 9, she came back home from school finding her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her ‘new Hindu lover, I,’ to take her away.
Kħālidah Qamar was devastated but since Mumtāz Yåqūb was not much of a Ammī to start with, Kħālidah Qamar continued her life happily with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and her loving Hindu dad had become both a Ammī and a father to her.
His numerous Musalmān girlfriends started to take care of Kħālidah Qamar, even if her own immensely Westernized Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, didn’t pay proper attention to her.
She loved me, the Hindu man, with all her heart, who even snatched away her extra ordinary beautiful Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, from her real Abbū.
“Thank you Durgesh, for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Kħālidah Qamar.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” We kissed and I walked her to her car.
As we were driving home, Kħālidah Qamar noticed her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, was ceaselessly talking about Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
How nice she was.
How well she could cook.
How caring she was.
How lovely her family was.
Kħālidah Qamar simply smiled and nodded to her Hindu stepdad with every remark that I made about her.
Kħālidah Qamar had to show that she cared about his happiness and Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.
Kħālidah Qamar loved her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, more than she even loved herself.
She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She did not hate us, but she could not have her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, finding happiness in the arms of another Musalmān Beauty.
Only she could make her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, happy, not Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, as I was the center of her life.
“You are mine Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m your another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’d provide you everywhere as much sex as you love to have, not that bloody Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Never.” She gritted her teeth to herself.
She continued smiling and nodding with whatever I was saying.
At sixty-three even, I looked gorgeously hottest.
With my aquamarine eyes I was making Musalmān Beauties from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over me.
Kħālidah Qamar was quite surprised that I was never tired of dating Musalmān Beauties.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,…you really like her, don’t you?” She suddenly asked.
“Think so Kħālidah Qamar. I’m so happy that you like her too. You like her don’t you?”
“Yes…I…do. I really do. She’s do different from my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb too.”
She noticed my countenance hardened with anger.
I could never forgive Mumtāz Yåqūb for neglecting Kħālidah Qamar; as I really loved her and her betrayal was too much for me.
Even her real Abbū knew that Mumtāz Yåqūb was cheating behind his back.
He did forgive her, but, nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and an Ammī to his daughter.
Muħammad Qamar Sheikħ was the cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to me by his extraordinary beautiful wife, Mumtāz Yåqūb.
Everyone was talking about Mumtāz Yåqūb me, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage.
However, she finally left him for good.
She did come back and visit him three times for the past ten years, but Kħālidah Qamar hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, was a caring and loving Dad.
I did not even notice.
I then kissed her on the temple lovingly before I opened the door and went out.
She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where my lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī’s touch.
My knock on the car window brought her back to her senses.
She was relieved that the window was tinted.
I opened the door for her and we walked hand in hand into the house.
I directly went into my reading room while Kħālidah Qamar went into the kitchen to have a glass of water.
When, she came out from the kitchen her Hindu stepfather, I, was at the bottom of the stairs on my way up to my bedroom.
“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?”
“Really Kħālidah Qamar? You’re too old for that. You’re 19 for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā‘s sake!” I smiled.
“Oh…come on Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Please!” She begged and she knew that her Durgesh Papa Jī could never say no to her whims.
She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her Hindu stepfather, I, facing my handsome face.
Her lean legs were around my Hindu waist while her arms were around my neck.
She put her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head under my chin and drank the scent of my Hindu body making her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and juices started to flow.
She had to control her breathing because the movement made by me, as I was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against the material of my shirt.
Her nipples puckered with the contact and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot oozed more juices.
“Here we are princess.” I lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.
“Sleep tight.” I kissed her lips and went into my bedroom.*
A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep.
Kħālidah Qamar used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more.
Only she knew this.
I would come to her room and comfort her.
Sometimes, she could sleep in my bed until morning and feel the warmth of my Hindu body enveloping her.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Thank God for thunderstorms!” Kħālidah Qamar muttered.
She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom.
She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her Hindu stepfather, I, was already walking towards her room.
My chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at my hairy lean Hindu male chest.
“You okay baby?” I asked as I hugged her.
“I…I’m so scared Durgesh Papa Jī!” She cried and wrapped her arms around me and savored the warmth of my body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing.
She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk.
Kħālidah Qamar pushed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into my Hindu male embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her excellent exquisite perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female lust.
“Come Kħālidah Qamar. Let’s go to my room.”
Her Hindu stepfather, I, wrapped her with the soft blanket.
I went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.
“Sleep Kħālidah Qamar. I’m here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the bridge of her nose, put my arm around her and drifted back into slumber.
She waited until I was sound asleep.
Then, she moved closer towards her Hindu stepfather, I, and removed the blanket from both of our bodies.
She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist.
She touched my hand softly.
I did not stir.
She then brought her Durgesh Papa Jī’s Hindu hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit.
“Ah…,” she moaned feeling my warm Hindu hand on it.
Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started to drip more of her juices.
Her face came closer to my chest, licked my hairy chest.
I groaned in my sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.
“Ah…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…love…you…tits.” I said with my eyes closed.
She raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up slightly and guided her other tit to her Hindu stepfather, my warm Hindu lips.
My breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more.
She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it.
She then grazed my lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her Dad, ‘Durgesh Papa Jī’, slowly opened my lips and kissed hard on her nipple.
I used my teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with my eyes still shut.
“Ah…oh…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah!” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.
Kħālidah Qamar was convinced that I was having the nicest dream as I was massaging and devouring her breasts.
I kept calling her Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
I seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as I kept kissing it hard; and my hand squeezed and kneaded her tit.
She moaned again and she called me Durgesh Papa Jī.
“Yes Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…call me Durgesh.” I muttered on her breast.
I kissed her nipple hard and used the tip of my tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple.
She moaned again calling me.
My expression suddenly changed in my sleep, I looked confused.
Kħālidah Qamar quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.
My eyes flew opened and I saw my hand was on Kħālidah Qamar’s tit while my mouth on her other tit still kissing.
I seemed unable to stop my actions as I was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching my stepdaughter in such a way.
My 19-year-old stepdaughter was practically naked on my bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel.
She had no panties and she was dripping with juices.
My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered with the sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God! Kħ…Kħ…Kħālidah Qamar, wake up honey.”
She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder.
She was happy that her Hindu stepfather, I, had not removed my hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her Hindu stepfather, My hand that was molding her tit; encouraging me more.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund quivered in my pajama.
“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar…this is not happening.” She could hear me say; nevertheless, I did not take away my hand from her tit.
She opened her legs and nudged me a little with her wet opened excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I had moved from her tit and looked down her length.
And she could feel my whole body froze.
May be I was shocked with what about to happen.
I was about to fuck my hot Musalmān stepdaughter.
To her disappointment, I slowly removed her hand from hers.
Then, I lifted the hand from her tit and covered my stepdaughter’s navel with the silk nightgown.
I too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see I was jerking off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund through her semi-closed lid.
I went into the bathroom.
Kħālidah Qamar felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom.
Her nipples and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were still quivering from lust.
She inserted one finger in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fingered herself hard.
She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her Hindu stepfather, my bed.
She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure.
Her mind was spinning with images of her naked Hindu stepfather ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into her mouth and she, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth.
Kħālidah Qamar licked the juices.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, came out from the bathroom after sometime and I slipped back into bed.
I was behind her and I drew her closer into my embrace nuzzling her neck.
Suddenly, Kħālidah Qamar felt my tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while my hand grasped her breast.
I for quite some time kneaded her tit and I moved my hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown.
Kħālidah Qamar felt thrilled that I was actually lusting for her.
To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended.
She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment.
I then kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head, turned to my other side and slept.*
Kħālidah Qamar woke up the next day when she could feel the sun’s ray on her face.
She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, on her left.
I was not there.
She put her hand on the bed where I had lain and it was cold.
She was frustrated with the knowledge.
She could hear that I had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling.
She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom.
She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,.
When she entered the kitchen, I was facing the window looking out to the garden behind our house.
She crept towards me and hugged my warm body from behind.
She could feel my body froze up.
She pressed her ample tits onto my warm back just to tempt me more.
Her hands deliberately went lower down my abdomen and stayed there.
She could feel how her Hindu stepfather, I, tried to steel myself from her touch.
“Morning Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
“Oh……morning Kħālidah Qamar.”
She then tipped-toed and kissed my left temple and let me go.
“What’s for breakfast?”
I turned to face her and she noted that I was averting from looking into her eyes and I looked flustered.
“Breakfast? Well…What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?
“Toast would be fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.”
Kħālidah Qamar was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,? What are doing today?” she asked.
I moved my eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her Dad.
My eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face.
I swallowed hard.
She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.
“There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah…stuff…things to do.” My eyes glanced at her boobs.
“And…and tonight I’m going out with…with…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. We have a movie to catch. You?”
“I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming.”
“Okay… Kħālidah Qamar. Will you excuse me? I want to…to…,”
“To what Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī?”
“To do…stuff, Kħālidah Qamar! Stuff!”
“Are you okay Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī? Did you sleep well last night? You seem…weird.”
“Yes…yes I did sleep well last night. W…why are you asking?” My eyes dilated.
“You’re so restless and fidgety.”
“Fidgety? No!” I rose from my chair and left her.*
She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
She went downstairs and went into her Hindu stepfather, my reading room where I was lying on a divan with a cushion under my head reading a book.
She moved to the sofa and her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, slowly put down the book on my crotch.
“I’m going for a swim Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Wanna join me?”
“Sālī,” I gritted my teeth.
Kħālidah Qamar was gradually becoming bolder with me.
“I want to read this book.” I smiled, “so naturally I can’t join you.”
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Are you sure? It’s about telescopes. Come on Dad, Let’s go for a swim.” She insisted.
“You go Kħālidah Qamar. I’m fine.”
“Oh Dad! Come on…please?” She went down her knees and held my right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits.
She deliberately squished my arm to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
She tugged my arm so that I could feel her nipples and the softness of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
Her breasts now were sandwiched between her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body and my strong wide Hindu chest.
She could feel I tried to take away my body, but she didn’t allow me to do so.
Now I was trying my best not to breathe hard.
“Please…Durgesh Papa Jī? Swim with me?”
“Try to understand darling. No…I…can’t…no…I don’t want to swim today!”
Kħālidah Qamar rose.
She tugged my left arm to pull me up from the divan.
I was too strong and I resisted.
Kħālidah Qamar pulled again.
I then jerked my arm too strongly.
Her generous tits were on my face while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exactly on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It opened her labial lips and my knob was inside before I could do anything.
I couldn’t understand how it happened.
She felt the delicious feeling of my Hindu breath on the soft skin of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
“Ops Durgesh Papa Jī! I’m sorry.” Kħālidah Qamar raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up while holding my shoulders.
My eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from my mouth.
She deliberately slipped her hold on my shoulder, making her right tit squashed on my mouth.
I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan.
“So sorry Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m so clumsy!” the young adult smart Musalmān girl wiggled between my Hindu legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult virgin Musalmān labial lips.
She slid to her left and rose from the divan.
She smiled when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund grew in between her labial lips.
I looked grave with what had just happening between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter and me.
Nevertheless, Kħālidah Qamar knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her Hindu stepfather, I, now lusted for her.
Yes, I was trying to hide it from her behind my seniority, majority and gravity.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had trained her properly,
“Don’t let him succeed ever. He is your husband, your lover, and not—NOT your father.”
“But he is forty four years elder to me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled mischievously,
“It does not make his Uncut Hindu Lund limp for you, idiot.”
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD smiled,
“I want all of us, his entire Musalmān stepdaughters I mean, his Live in Relationship Partners.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan announced, “Durgesh is our Hindu husband, NOT our Hindu father. We are not responsible that our Ammīs joined his bed before us.”
The entire episode whirled before her eyes and that made her so thrilled and happy.
“Fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly changed her strategy, “I’ll swim by myself.”
She said after sometime and left the reading room.*
Suddenly I heard her scream.
“Help! Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me!” She screamed and bobbed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body in the water.
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me…Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into the swimming pool.
Within seconds, she could feel my arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool.
I was breathing hard and I looked worried.
I wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.
“You okay…baby? What…happened?”
“Where?” Her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, glided my hands on her wet legs.
“The right one.”
I then kneaded and massaged her right thigh.
From her knee, I slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh.
My eyes all of a sudden looked into her.
“Kħālidah Qamar …your muscles are okay.” There was a long pause. “Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps…right?” her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, asked.
“I do have cramps in my muscle Durgesh Papa Jī. Here.” She grasped my hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini.
She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.
I snatched my hand away and rose to my feet.
I was breathing hard and my eyes were clouded with immensely suppressed lust for her.
Kħālidah Qamar could see my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled in my wet trousers.
I covered my face with my hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.
“What’s wrong with me? And…What’s gotten into you Kħālidah Qamar? If you hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, just tell me. Y…you don’t have to do this.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh…God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own stepdaughter!” I whimpered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the God, why I couldn’t I control this lust for my young stepdaughter.
Kħālidah Qamar gradually rose from her spot and walked towards me.
I was still distraught by my reaction and my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s actions.
She knelt near my legs and held my left thigh.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī…I don’t hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Really. But…I want…you.” Kħālidah Qamar acknowledged to me bravely.
My eyes flew to her face.
“I always wanted you Durgesh Papa Jī. And…and… I just can’t lose you to her!” her eyes were welling with tears.
“Oh KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! You don’t want me. I’m your stepfather. I’m old, not young like…Pragýésh.”
“I dumped him Durgesh Papa Jī! he never fucked me. When he tried to, I refused him even to allow touching me. I could only imagine that it was your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me Durgesh Papa Jī always. Filling my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
I was dumbfounded.
I never imagined Kħālidah Qamar could go to this extent ever.
Why have I to be defeated always by my own wives?
Entire Brahmarshis supported her, not me.
They succeeded in making the new law:
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife is constituted for Shūdr, none else.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157
Sherza succeed then.
And the same Time Cycle is once again making herrza victorious in her every movement:
‘Al Jihād no incest’
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī succeeded then.
Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.
The Time Cycle is helping her in almost her every movement.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
DurgeshÅāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl
Durgesh Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī
Durgesh Kħālidah Åbbās
They were drowning in the heat of July as the sun was beating down, since early morning.
Sometime in the afternoon, her friend showed up.
They were prancing about now, in and out of the pool.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī had been Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s friend ab initio when Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was a child.
Even now they were closer than ever.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl did have many friends, but none was as close as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.
She could hear Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s parents talking loud from the kitchen as they made their usual disagreement.
At their just adult, just eighteen young ages, neither Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl nor Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī could understand why the most parents raised their voices when discussing something they had difference of opinions in.
At that young age, the children have entirely other priorities to think of.
They can’t understand, usually, the ego and reputation problems, their parents have between them.
Neither, could they understand the universal truth that no two persons, whether spouses or else, could ever have no difference of opinions between them.
Yet, why blame the young children for it?
Even Kħālidah Åbbās, my comparatively mature Live in Relationship Partner, even; couldn’t understand this universal truth.
She used to raise her voice, to win over me, even while she was entirely wrong.
Consequently, I had no other option except to raise my voice myself, more than she used to have.
I couldn’t control Kħālidah Åbbās’s brilliant and smart daughters otherwise.
It was my compulsion.
It was unfortunate that out of thirteen daughters, Kħālidah Åbbās had, none understood my compulsion.
They thought their Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās, was right.
It was my masculine ego that I refused to give Kħālidah Åbbās her proper place in my life and even in Kħālidah Åbbās’s own household.
They were entirely wrong, yet due to utmost erroneous interpretations of the marital relations by the West, the daughters were adamant that I had unjustified masculine ego over their Ammījān, the ever misunderstood, the ever unjustifiably treated, the ‘even then still ever devoted to me’, Kħālidah Åbbās, the ‘ever maltreated poor’ Musalmān woman.
Ultimately, as clockwork, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl heard Ammī’s car take off from the driveway.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl became somewhat quiet.
Unable to hear the entire discussion between us, neither of them knew what was going on.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was wiser somewhat.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, I don’t get it. Why your Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān, is so stupid? Your real Abbū, Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq uncle, has already left both of you. Now what does your never understanding Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās want? Durgesh uncle should also leave both of you? ”
“Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl interrupted her friend impatiently,
“Ammī says she was in love with Durgesh. My Abbū Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq married her on the name of Islam only.”
“On the name of Islam only?” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī laughed, “You mean Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān married Aħmad Kamāl Siddīq uncle only because he was a Musalmān?”
“Yes, of course. Why are you laughing?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was surprised somewhat.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī kept laughing,
“You mean Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān rejected Durgesh only because Durgesh was a Hindu? How absurd. How incredible. How foolish. How self-detrimental. Allah, I can’t ever believe a woman, as highly educated, as sophisticated as Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān is, could be so stupid ever.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled,
“Then why quarrel with Durgesh even now?”
“Well, there’s a point I think. Kħālidah Åbbās Kħālājān suffered from Durgesh’s marriage with Saiyadah Fātimah PhD. However, Your Hindu dad, Durgesh, is a fine piece of meat and she is off constantly with her social and political activities. How stupid. Mérī Jān, Durgesh is a twenty-four-hours-job in himself. Allah, what a man, yaar! I envy your Ammījān.”
“Midterm 2012 campaigns are on the peak. Ammī has to retain her parliamentary seat, idiot.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled.
“I wish I could have your Hindu dad, I would let him do anything he wanted to me and beg for more.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was holding onto the other side of stair hand railing at the edge of the pool.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew it was no big secret that Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās, had intense political involvement.
That did not take her by surprise.
It was the way she was describing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew she was right, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl never really thought about it.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad had been the only Dad Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl knew since she was a child.
I was not Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s biological Dad, but I was her Dad for every sense of the word to her.
I suppose, part of the reason, I was so attractive to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s friends, was I was not old and crusty.
Actually, I was much younger than Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī, Kħālidah Åbbās too.
But I was still older than Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl by twelve years.
Some persons claimed fourteen years according to my electoral record.
Well, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī thought I was eighteen only, not even twenty-eight.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at her friend,
“Kambakħt, if you are right, start calling me ‘Ammījān’.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl awarded Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī with her fist on her back.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī avoided it by dodging her.
It was too painful to admit, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad was more to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl than even Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī was.
I had always made time to do things, and never barked about Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s mistakes.
I argued it was common in her age.
Kħālidah Åbbās didn’t agree with me and she used to charge me,
“Nonsense, Kħālidah Åbbās, they are my stepdaughters too.”
“Stepdaughters, not daughters.”
“What do you mean?”
“Can you deny your other so many stepdaughters are now openly your Live in Relationship Partners too, as well as their Ammīs are?”
“No,” I replied patiently, “so you think my relationship with your Musalmān daughters is not platonic?”
Kħālidah Åbbās looked at me.
“How lucky you are, Durgesh.”
“Sālī,” I hugged her, “what do you mean?”
My Uncut Hindu Lund had hardened for Kħālidah Åbbās as soon as I hugged her.
Her head was suddenly raised up with self-pride.
“Thank you. You still think this way of me.”
“You are not an old woman, yaar. How many times I have to show you I still need you sexually.”
“Thanks for the wildest last night. And you are still ready for me.”
“Isn’t it enough proof that I still love to have sex with you?”
“Thank you. I’m grateful to you.”
“My relations with your Musalmān daughters are simply platonic, Kħālidah Åbbās. Believe me.”
“No clandestine fucking?”
“They are too beautiful, Durgesh.”
“Yes, I do agree.”
“Yet, you want to believe me you haven’t fucked them?”
“Yes,” I looked bravely into her eyes.
Kħālidah Åbbās sighed.
“Haven’t you ever noticed how they look at you?”
“Those eyes are not of your stepdaughters, Durgesh. Those eyes belong to the young women who are desperately in love with you.”
“I know. I’m sorry. Tell me what can I do in the matter to please you?”
“They would rape you if you kept avoiding them.”
“Suggest me another course.”
“Stop avoiding them.”
“But but some of them even grab my penis, yaar.”
“Yes, I keep watch on them. They inherited such genes from their extremely horny Ammīs. All of them are now themselves your Live in Relationship Partners. Yet, they don’t live with their own Ammīs. They live with me, while I’m not their real mother. I’m their stepmother.”
“I appreciate your love for them, Kħālidah Åbbās. It’s not easy to win the love and confidence of some other women’s daughters, while their own Ammīs are still alive and available to them whenever they want to.”
“That’s the problem, Durgesh. I don’t want to fail in my duties to them as their own mothers have failed already.”
“You won’t, darling, ever.”
“You think so?”
“I think so.”
“Are you with me?”
“I’m always with you.”
“Kill me Durgesh, if I become unbearable to you ever. But promise me you won’t leave me ever. I don’t want to die crying for you.”
I took the time to talk to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl about her life and always came to events in her life.
We would always spend time together even if it was something trivial.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Ammī never seemed to have time for her.
She was more attentive to her stepdaughters, instead of her only real daughter, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.
She was off here and there and her career was more important than anything.
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was trying to get Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s attention from staring into the pool water, lost in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s thoughts. “Look, your Hindu dad is out on the deck in swim trunks. Do you think he needs me to put some sun lotion on his tender skin?” Reaching down between her legs Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī lowered her hand into her bikini bottom.
With her other, hand she rubbed her chest flashing her nipples, to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl in the privacy of the pool.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched her for a second and said,
“Come down to earth – Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad is not going to have anything to do with a silly girl even if you are eighteen. Just face the fact before you make a fool of yourself. He likes older Musalmān women.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,
“I know, but at least I can dream.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled,
“Yeah, go ahead and dream all you want. Just don’t do anything dumb.”
Looking back over at me she found me now reclined.
My skin rippled over the firm muscles in my stomach and my chest heaved every time I breathed.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s own thoughts were suddenly sexy as she looked and noticed for the first time the slight Hindu bulge at my groin where the thin material settled over my privates.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was now aroused from only displaying what I was, a man.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī up to no good, again said,
“Do you think your Dad would notice if I pull my bottoms over like this and go say ‘hi’?”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī stood up on the stairs.
Her body was out of the water.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl slapped her leg hard and with a tone of grieving anger, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,
“Slut to your Hindu Dad? Wow!”
“Shame on you.”
“I’m shameless, darling.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī squatted back down to the water and said,
“You know I am only teasing, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, I wouldn’t do that.” Sticking her tongue out in a sexual way lifting and lowering it, looking over at me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
“I know you’re a chicken shit, I wasn’t too worried. Besides, he wouldn’t notice. He is too much in love with that bitch, his Live in Relationship Partner I mean.” She pushed off the steps to flutter back in the water.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,
“Chicken?” And stood up briskly and sauntered over to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu Dad, me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl could see for the brief Moment Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī still had the bikini, way of the covering of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I could look while her thin legs exited the pool, between her steps.
I had a glimpse of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The way the dark blue bikini bottom contrasted with her light white skin, it was undoubtedly noticeable to see the material was significantly out of place.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wanted to yell at her but the time was too late.
I didn’t know why, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was extremely aroused just watching to see if I would notice.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tingle as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched her approaching me.
My eyes remained closed until Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said standing right near my face,
“Excuse me Mr. Durgesh I think you might be laying on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s towel?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched intently as I lifted my head, with no mistake stopped, and looked at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s exposure.
Controlling myself, I finally said,
“Uh, no, sorry, not here,” Fixated at the young body right in front of me, I took my time and no doubts was checking her out.
From the slight rise in my shorts, before I covered myself, with placing both legs to the deck, I pulled the towel between my legs from the lounger and laid it over my groin.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was unaware, at first, that I was now feeling myself and being in the pool I was even wet.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s heart throbbed in excitement and disbelief.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl thought,
‘Allah, how can she be so bold and that’s too to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad?’
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s feelings overwhelmed her.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was scared of my reaction.
‘Allah, how would Papa Jī react? I can’t forget he is Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Can I? Every Musalmān Beauty almost, dreams of fucking him. Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī is not alone. Can I deny even I’ve dreamed many times that he’s fucking me passionately. Of course, I was shameful after that. But even I’m no exception. That’s the fact.’
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was being relentless to me.
She stood there and looked around, then asked,
“Do you mind if I use this towel.” Pointing to the one now covering my wood.
I thought, taking my time to answer.
It was obvious to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl that I was trying to delay Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, as long as I could, without making a notion of her evident, perhaps mistakenly exposure.
She could see my lips.
I was biting down them.
My brow flexed slightly.
Then with a smile I said,
“Oh your towel is on the other chair.”
I pointed at the patio.
Taking a wide side step as if to look stupid, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī paused and glanced about, giving a tiny sway to her belly and hips.
This spread her tiny legs making her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy almost hang from the center of her thin little legs as the muscles arched from her inner thigh to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān crotch.
Then with a giggle she said,
“Oh thanks I didn’t even see it.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī then walked slowly over to get it.
I could only imagine what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was watching, but I had a good idea.
Then Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl exited the pool, met with Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, and dried off before they both entered the kitchen to get something to eat.
Closing the door behind her, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at her with a frown, smiled and said, “You’re bad!”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,
“So at least I am not a chicken. Who is the chicken shit now? That’s right you baby girl!” Taking a bow toward her with her face right in hers, she stole a piece of cheese Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was cutting up.
I looked at her with no reply then as a minute passed by Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked.
“Why all of a sudden did I become the chicken? You know I am not the chicken.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī, twirling about the kitchen, stopped and leaned against the counter.
With a big grin she said,
“Oh yeah like you could top that? You know I was looking at what I got.”
She wiggled her hips in a rude gesture toward Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was being perturbed at her now.
She snipped back,
“Why would I? He is my Dad. You wouldn’t be doing that to your Dad.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī took another piece of cheese and haughtily said,
“Who said I wouldn’t? Besides, he is not like your biological Dad. And come on, even you have to admit he is fine looking. Want to bet? I’m sure now; he is eighteen only, not more.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed sarcastically.
“You are crazy for him.”
“Shut up, you dirty minded bitch.” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl scolded Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.
But to her own pleasant surprise, actually Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl enjoyed Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s comment very much.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī laughed,
“Sharad Pawar was slapped when the public was getting more and more against UPA. Some Harvindar Singh had slapped him on unjustified Price Rise.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed too.
“As if only Sharad Pawar was slapped. The angry Indians openly criticized the entire UPA Scoundrels.”
“Even cash for vote turned the voters against Congress. They sent the whistle blowers to Jail shamelessly. The angry Indians are not in the mood of tolerating UPA miscreants with people, any more.”
“Even worst supporters of Congress are now criticizing it.”
“How do you know?”
“Maulānah Ħabīb Ålī was a blind supporter of Congress and UPA, do you agree?”
“Was? I think he still is.” Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī commented scornfully.
“I doubt it now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Yesterday, I heard him telling that Congress always used Cash for vote whenever there was any no confidence motion was brought against its government. PV Narsingh Rao’s Jharkhand case is its burning proof. Can anyone deny it ever?”
They went on to talk about politics for a long time.
Then Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī couldn’t control herself from commenting about me once more,
“It is not like he is going to have anything to do with either one of us, you said it yourself. So what do you care? It is just a little bit of harmless fun. Besides it is a thrill to know you’re good looking enough to get a man like Durgesh to look.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked back at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and replied,
“So why bother?”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī turned so her back was leaning over the counter, then said,
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, you know we have done many things together, private things. So I will tell you, because you are my best friend. Standing like that in front of your Dad was the most erotic thing I have ever done.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned and said,
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī spoke,
“I am not sure how to describe it, but my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire.” Sticking her tongue out she bit it playfully.
Squinting puzzled, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad smiled at her, “You shameless bitch.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at her,
“I was a little nervous at first, but whenever your Dad looked and looked again, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy wanted to just start dripping. It was a good thing I was dripping wet to begin with.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl inquired,
“Are you trying to say you came?”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,
“No not like that. It was not wet like that. But it felt as if my labial lips were going to burst open and drip right in front of your Dad’s eyes. Allah Allah, what a man. What a Hindu man, if he is really sixty two.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl laughed,
“You are confused. Sometimes you claim he is eighteen only, not even twenty-eight or thirty two as his electoral record is. Sometimes you doubt yourself and suspect he is sixty two.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī winked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,
“Dearie, I’m not interested in his age. I’m interested is in his Uncut Hindu Lund. And his Uncut Hindu Lund is still ever young and ever throbbing for us Musalmān Beauties. That’s what all of us need very much.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wondered and asked out of curiosity,
“But you looked so calm. I thought I was more nervous than you.”
She pulled out a bunch of crackers and placed them around the cheese dish.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī replied,
Then she was pushing in on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab young Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and clit.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl slapped her arm and said,
“Stop that, don’t do it in the kitchen, not in front of me.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī smiled,
“Why? It is not something you have never seen before. And who is going to walk in? Your Dad? Remember no one else is home and I don’t think Ammī is about to stop what she is doing right now and come home, do you?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl stammered in response,
“You know I don’t care if you frig yourself in front of me. It won’t be the first time. Sure it won’t be the last either, you horny thing. Just I know you’re doing it thinking about my Dad. Since when has my Dad become an obsession with you?”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī showed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl just how wet she was, by a display of her drenched fingers and said,
“You know I have hot for your Dad. Hell, which of our friends doesn’t? Today was different. I don’t know why I was just horny to see if he noticed me. Now it is like I can’t get enough.”
Telling Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl that, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī suddenly became quite quiet.***
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl took her hand and ran it under the cold sink water.
Then she handed her a towel.
After looking at her, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī almost feeling embarrassed for sharing her feelings with her.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl kissed her on the lips with a light peck and gave her a dear hug with a sincere look.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
“I am glad you are my friend. No one else would ever be as honest with me as you are. I will tell you, yes, I myself become horny for my Hindu Dad, Durgesh, too. But I don’t know how to feel. It’s different when we, you know do things thinking about others, but I am not sure I want to masturbate to the thoughts of my Dad. Hindu or else, he is my Dad, ultimately. Yes, I also want to fuck him as all of my girlfriends want to. You are right. He isn’t my biological father. It wouldn’t be incest. Yet, Even though it turns me on to see him interested in someone other than my Ammī, I don’t find it right.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī smiled,
“Fine, I’d wait till later to do that, but come on, you have to do something; even a little something, please! Please, please, please pretty please!”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī as if she was nuts and asked,
“What do you think I should do?”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said,
“I don’t know, but it can’t be too obvious or I would have known it after the fine display of courage earlier.”
Then Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī began tweaking Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s right nipple to make it grow under the thin material.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t really care, as it was cold in the house with the Air Conditioner running.
They were about as horny now, as they can get anyhow.
Picking up the plate Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
“Grab your drink and mine, and come on. I will think about it. But I wouldn’t hold my breath if I were you.”
Out on the deck, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī opened the umbrella as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl placed down the plate and yelled,
“Hey Dad, want some cheese and crackers?
I heard, went there, sat up and said,
“Sure!” Taking a minute to adjust my eyes to the sun.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl spoke up and asked, “What would you like to drink, Coke, Ginger ale, Lemonade, Beer.”
“Coke will be fine Hun.”
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī grabbed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s arm and said,
“I’ll get it!”
Then she made her way quickly to the house.
Moreover, in record time she came back.
She placed the glass in front of my chair on the table.
I looked back at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī with a quick glance.
I glanced at her entire body, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl stood behind my chair.
“Thanks dear, you know, someday you are going to make a good Musalmān wife to some lucky Hindu guy. Now if you fine young Musalmān ladies will excuse me I need to make my way to the boy’s room. I shall return in a jiffy.”
As soon as I left them and entered the house, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī let out a sigh all dreamy eyed.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t know why but it bothered her, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl sat down quietly.
Why she was so irrational?
Allah, yā Allah!
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl couldn’t understand.
A Moment later I came back.
Planting a kiss on the top of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s forehead, I said,
“Thanks dear, it looks wonderful.” Resting my hands on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s shoulders, only for a second, I smiled at them.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled up at me and with a bit of a flush feeling, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s eyes quickly took in my hairy chest.
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī said impishly,
“Hey, where is my kiss?”
She demanded it as if she deserved half the credit or something.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched me as I moved behind Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and planted a little kiss on her forehead too.
Though only for a second, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl became jealous of Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.
She wondered did I look at her too in the same way.
After all Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was only a 32 C but wasn’t she good enough to look at too?
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl thought maybe if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was also taller as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī was, or if she wasn’t so thin, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would’ve looked more like a woman I were interested in.
I made my way around the table and finally sat down.
The conversation became rather silly.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was almost desperate trying to gain my attention.
It was roughly as if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not there, as I looked more at Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī than at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl pulled the scrunch out of her hair and started playing with her hair.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was upset, as I never even looked at them, except other than a passing glance.
However, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t become angry with Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī steeling my attention.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was more hurt as she thought Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not good enough to hold my attention as Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī suddenly was.
Evening came and Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī went home.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and I were going out to dinner.
But as having a lazy day, neither of us felt like dressing up.
Therefore, I ordered a pizza.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was quiet as we ate.
I kept asking questions as I normally did, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was rather short with her answers.
When we were done eating, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl got up.
The housecleaners cleaned the table.
Suddenly I stopped Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and asked,
“OK, what is up? And don’t you tell me nothing, you have never been this quiet.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at me from my feet to my head and feeling vulnerable Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
“Many things Dad, but mainly right now I am not feeling to pretty.”
Dropping her head, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at the floor.
I placed my arms around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, holding her tight as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face nuzzled into my Hindu chest.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s arms also went around me but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl began to cry.
My hand brushed Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair gently holding Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head softly every so often.
I smiled comforting Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,
“Of course you are beautiful.”
I planted several kisses onto Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s cheeks.
“My dear, you should never cry. Who could ever be as beautiful as you are, inside and out?”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not thinking clearly, as she managed to say,
“Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.”
She said it between sniffles.
“Why? Is there a young man who likes Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī that you like?”***
I was so gentle and loving that Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s tears ran uncontrollably down her naked flesh.
I just shook my head in negation.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl suddenly could feel my Uncut Hindu Penis and balls, as I held Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl tight, pressed on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s stomach.
She needed it very much to regain her lost self-confidence.
Despite her desperate and frantic efforts, her psychological condition was not hidden from me.
The ultramodern morals were demanding that she must go ahead and even rape me if necessary.
But the Islamic values, she was brought in; were telling her, it was a sin.
Consequently, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wasn’t aroused or anything.
We were just there.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wondered and thought I must always have hardened when she hugged me.
But Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl has hugged me hundreds of times and she had never noticed my Hindu erection for even her until now.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl tried not to dwell on the thought but still subconsciously, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was feeling the size and place of my Uncut Hindu Lund, between her legs, yet quite unknown to her.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would change her thoughts but like a Ying Yang, everything circled back to the presence of my Uncut Hindu Penis only separated by the silk material.
We just held one another for about fifteen minutes until I could get a hold of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s emotions.
Then Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked up at me.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl bravely placed her hands on my face and caressed my cheek.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s index finger brushed my lips, as her Musalmān hazel eyes looked at me, with sudden bold intense feminine love.
The smile I gave her in response, made her feel secure to say,
“Why do you never look at me, like you do to Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī?”
My eyes rolled back fast.
She controlled herself and looked at me again wondering whether I didn’t hear what she just said.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said again,
“Don’t you think I am pretty enough? I saw you looking at her today.”
“Yes, you are more beautiful than Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī. It was just uh, ___uh.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s other hand was placed on my chest as my arms were still around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s slim waist over her big Musalmān buttocks.
Still reaching up, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl took in the jaw line of my chin.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl decided to let me off the hook and said,
“It is Okay, Dad. I know what you saw. I just really thought, you might at least once, look at me.”
I couldn’t decide immediately what I should say to please her.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl raised herself up high on her tippy toes and kissed me on my lips.
Nothing out of the ordinary, but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lingered too long.
And it was extraordinary.
I could feel the tickle of my lips on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s lips.
Our lips never parted but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl held the moment for what seemed an eternity.
Wasn’t it enough to tell me what she really wanted to do with me?
My hand spanked Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s exquisite, excellent, gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān bum, breaking Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hold, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lifted away.
Slowly Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl pulled at my lower lip with mine making it flap closed.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad had lowered herself back, down.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned bending over, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s knees could not flex.
With Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair dropping in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl turned to see me in a trance like a dear in front of a truck at night.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled and said,
“Thank you. It’s time you notice Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl have an superb Musalmān ass too.”
I just stood there, without noticing my Uncut Hindu Cock was beginning to tent out the swimsuit, I had on.
Then like the wind I turned and said,
“I think I need to take a swim.”
Turning to the door I left the house, and jumped into the pool.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl watched me biting her lower lip.
Well, has she played her cards wrong?
Immediately after landing at National Airport in Washington D.C., from Chicago, on the sunny late morning, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had taken a taxi to her Hindu father’s multi story, enormously long and wide spread superb home, ‘Ashvinātam’, branched as if everywhere.
The multi zillions, I had, made it extremely easy for me, to do so.
She always used remember White House whenever she was there.
And to her tremendous surprise, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found, ‘Ashvinātam’ even better, longer, wider and even more luxurious than the White House was.
Were the rumours true?
Was HVSI Family United now really the utmost richest family on the entire globe?
Even the President of USA recognized its importance?
Even United Nations is inviting HVSI to take its advice in countless matters as important as the safety of Humanity itself?
I had come for my lunch break.
I was waiting for her.
The utmost powerful man on the entire globe?
She was not sure of it even yet.
Couldn’t rumours might have been rumours only?
Some business strategy?
Couldn’t it be?
She still could not believe his Hindu father was more powerful than even the President of USA.
It was too fantastic to be true.
There wasn’t any proof that Åāýéshah Muħammad Kennedy had won the precious post due to HVSI’s fabulous support everywhere.
I had appeared almost immediately.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had flung herself into my Hindu arms.
She loved me.
Yet, she had not seen me for months.
Well, the career was also there to be thought of.
At last, I had held her hugged and had scrutinized her still hugging to myself.
Perhaps, yes, now Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl remembered.
Perhaps she had also felt my erection then between her legs and instead of wondering and feeling embarrassed, she had enjoyed it with extremely pleasant surprise.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah!
She had even grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis playfully and when I looked at him in surprise, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had winked at me.
She didn’t behave like a daughter, not even like a stepdaughter.
Even then, ignoring her openly erotic behavior, I had smiled at her, even caressing her beautiful gorgeous young Musalmān buttocks.
She had squeezed my Uncut Hindu Penis shamelessly.
Why did she do it?
Did she never love me as her stepfather?
Did her subconscious mind never accept me as her stepfather?
Did it accept me her Hindu lover always?
Why almost all of the Musalmān Beauties have the similar adamant subconscious mind in the matter?
Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī used to say,
“Your Hindu stepfather has something in him that no subconscious mind of any Musalmān Beauty, without even any exception; can accept Durgesh anyone other than her own Hindu lover. The age factor even, is immaterial.”
Was Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī’s observation true?
I had smiled at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl,
“As far as I’m concerned, you look great, fit and trim. Maybe you could stand a more few pounds”
“Hey,” she had laughed, “I am 118, and I am staying that way until I find me a Hindu man.”
“No Musalmān?” I teased her.
“Live in Relationship Partner? Won’t you marry ever?”
“I can’t afford a husband, Dad. You know. I want to be a Nellie Bly, an Annie Laurie, a Dorothy Kilgallen. I always dreamed of them. You remember?”
“I see.” I didn’t respond to her teenager enthusiasm.
“I can afford a Live in Relationship Partner only, and I’ve found him.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled to me, “Sorry.”
“Okay. I understand. Congratulations.”
“Thank you. I thought you are eighteen only.”
“So what? I’m legally adult, yaar. I can choose my Live in Relationship Partner.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I suppose so.”
“Dad,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl fisted my chest playfully, “you are teasing me.”
“Sorry darling, you are right. I was doing exactly that.”
“You Hindu naughty boy!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl again fisted me playfully on my chest.
Though only eighteen, both Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl and Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī were tall girls.
They already came to my shoulders.
Moreover, they were somewhat chubby.
It deceived the persons of their somewhat elder age.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl used this quality in her, in getting her award.
Both the girls were vivacious and cheerful.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was particularly more attractive in her green apricot sweater, slim green skirt and hand woven sandals.
I smiled at her,
“I’m not worried about you. I’m confident you’d have chosen a right man for you. Right from your very childhood, they said you are extraordinary brilliant, as your Ammījān is. You inherited her genes, perhaps her DNA Script even, in so many matters.”
I had taken her hand and led her into the Master living room.
“I can’t tell you how tickled I was with your winning Saůūdī Årab youngest lady journalist Award, a great coup in Islamic journalism. Congratulations again.”
“I read your clippings at least three times.”
“I hoped so. The exposure of that Congressman, Charanjeet Ahuja, using her Musalmān voters’ young Musalmān daughters, Musalmān sisters and even other extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, was what qualified me for, that most talked of, Saůūdī Årab youngest lady journalist Award. You never appreciated Congress.”
“Why should I? It is an ever-shameless anti-Hindu political party. Isn’t it?”
“Yes, now I too agree with you. Even after sixty four years of Independence of India, Hindu Musalmīn are not as united as they were before 1857. Of course, it is due to the wretched vote bank politics of Congress and other similar anti Hindu political parties.”
“You were never afraid of the Fatwa Bahādur communal Maulānahs and Maulavīs that they, and their stupid follower communal Musalmīn, would criticize you exposing their living god, a Congressman?”
“You are right, my dear.”
“That was a helluva series I’ve ever written till now. Imagine all those so-called respectable married Musalmān women working part time, with all the political patronage of that wretched Congressman, Charanjeet Ahuja, in the entire Islamic Countries. What got them to do it? Surely they didn’t need money.”
“Yes, darling.” I appreciated her.
“Imagine, Dad. They needed excitement. They were bored. Allah Allah. What an excellent reason for part time Islamic Jihadi prostitution to capable and powerful Hindus and capable and powerful Hindus only.”
“That was a great exposure, darling, at your just eighteen, just adult age.”
Nothing was mentioned for about two weeks.
I was quiet pretending nothing took place and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was letting it drop.
It was absolutely unlike Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī who was the princess of Horny-Ville.
All she talked about, whenever they had a minute alone, was Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Dad, I.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl never told her about her little kiss or the hug with me, as that was Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s own secret even Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī did not need to know.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl would like to be able to say exactly why, but every time.
Every day, Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī began talking about Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s Hindu dad, me; Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl got more and more possessive of me.
Day after day Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī came over after work and continued to distract Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s attention if even for a second as I passed the room.
It was two weeks later; Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl found the next opportunity.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had a light blue loose fitting tank top and had shorts on.
As Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl picked up her fallen handkerchief, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s right breast fell out of the top, being exposed, yet Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s left breast was still covered.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was about to place the clothes down on the bed to fix her top before passing through the kitchen to the basement.
Instead, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had this wicked rush come over her, as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl wanted to see if I would notice it.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl walked out to the kitchen with her arms full and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s boob lying nonchalantly on the top of the pile.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hands were shaking.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked me to get the door for her, with a quiver in Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s voice.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was wearing a pair of old sweat pants with the legs cut off in a ragged edge and a white t-shirt.
My eyes immediately saw Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s excellent exquisite Musalmān boob.
I looked at Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s face in an awkward attempt to look elsewhere, at other than her breast.
The door opened and Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl dropped a bit of clothing onto the floor.
I bent down and picked it up trying to place it on the pile but not on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s exposed breast as that would be too obvious.
My hand came so close to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s body, then I dropped the items on the top and just smiled.
Ducking down Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl went under my arm holding the door and scampered down the stairs.
Dropping the clothes in the laundry pile, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl made her way quickly to the basement bath room and looked in the mirror.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s nipple was erect.
I cupped Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s breasts and they felt nice to have the attention of my hands holding them.
I couldn’t believe what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had just done.
Shortly after she made her way up stairs and passed quickly through the kitchen back to my room.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl dropped her jean shorts to the floor and dressed only in the tank and a pair of turquoise nylon panties.
I flopped on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s stomach on the bed.
My hands crept under Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s chest and held Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s breast firmly.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s legs made their way onto the bed as Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was diagonally across the mattress.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head lay to the side as I faced Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s mirrored closet doors.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad looked at me as I contemplated what Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl had just done.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl could hear me calling Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s name.
I just lay quietly for a moment until I said called her again.
Then she yelled,
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl didn’t mean it to sound so rude but Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was not moving.
I entered Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s room and asked kindly if Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was feeling okay.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl looked at me off the reflection of the mirror and said,
“Yeah, my neck and shoulders are hurting. So I took an aspirin and wanted to lie down for a moment.”
It was really no shock for me to see Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl in her underwear as it certainly was not the first time.
“Oh, ok, well, if you need anything just holler.’ Then I turned to leave the room.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said,
“Yes,” Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl heard my reply from the hall.
“Dad, do you think you could massage my neck a little? Please!”
I re-entered the room and moved around Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s bed sat on the edge, near Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s head.
I was also facing the closet.
My hands were so firm but gentle as I moved Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s hair to the side and placed one hand on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck.
I put the other at the base more, on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s shoulder.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl told me how nice it felt and moaned little appreciations to my touch.
While I continued Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad asked,
“Dad, can we talk?”
I leaned down to kiss Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s forehead and said,
“Of course darling. We can talk about whatever you want to.”
Then with a sudden realization I said,
“Of course, I’d rather not talk about what happened a few weeks ago.”
I continued with rubbing her now, moving up Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck, to the base of Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s skull.
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl said with a little laugh,
“I am sorry about that, Dad. I was just a little jealous over the attention you seemed to be giving Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī.”
“Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl, it is ok, but you have to know I love you in a slightly different way.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl replied,
“What I find attractive about Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī does not make you any less attractive. it is you’re my Live in Relationship Partner’s little girl and it always had been that way.”
“I know, it is just I am not so little now anymore. Fātimah Ålī Hāshmī and I are both the same age, and it is not like I expect you to be really interested in me. But it would be sure nice if you paid me a compliment once in a while too.”
“You are the most beautiful girl I could ask for.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was frustrated,
“Not like that, Dad! You know how!”
“I don’t know.”
I turned my head away from her, facing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s pillows.
I stopped rubbing Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s neck for a moment then with a trace of two fingers I drew imaginary lines up and down Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s spine.
As the shirt rippled, my fingers thumped over the creases.
I finally said,
“Ok we can exchange nice replies to one another.”
Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad lay there still in silence not yet happy with my reply or sure it was sincere.
After a Moment, Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl was suddenly in shock as she felt my bold Hindu palm making almost non-touchable circular motions on Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s excellent exquisite gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Wahābī Musalmān ass.
Allah, yā Allah!!
Are her dreams coming true?
She could feel my Hindu palm pass over the crevice as it made its way from cheek to cheek.
I leaned in, close to Åāyeshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl’s ear and whimpered,
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl smiled triumphantly and kissed my Uncut Hindu Penis suddenly without any ultimatum.
Then, before I could stop her, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Aħmad Kamāl started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund passionately.
I was dumbfounded.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Durgesh Al Jamāl Annisā Al Islam
The exhibition for me
Sorry, méré Hindu Piyā!
The cheerleader practice was an every Saturday morning event and I enjoyed it to the fullest.
As usual, my Live in Relationship Partner, Maymūnah Al Nāsir was off at one of her charity events to Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club and Ashvinātam Gangbang Club and my son Tantresh from her, was over at my friend, Nādir Åbbās’s doing whatever it was that they did every Saturday morning.
I suspected Tantresh was after Nādir Åbbās’s beautiful daughters.
It was a voyeur’s dream, I thought to myself, watching out through the window as the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls frolicked around.
Then I saw one of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān girls, Āmnah Ħaq I thought it was, ran and twisted up into a cartwheel.
There was nothing unusual about that.
But at the top of her upside down handstand, her short, pleated skirt flipped down and I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties!
What the hell, I asked myself.
Why was she running around in my backyard without any panties?
Didn’t she know that I, anybody/everybody could see her that she wasn’t wearing any panties?
Why would she do that?
Was the exhibition for me?