Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“Don’t tell me you don’t know why I am against Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Never, Abbū Imām, never.” I said with profound gravity myself, “I am vowed to establish actual Democracy everywhere because that’s what Hinduism/Ved, True Islam, Christianity, every religion originally wanted to establish, until its selfish followers hadn’t distorted it.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me somewhat fascinated.
“Yet,” I said, “I want to know who will furnish the difference of opinion this afternoon.”
“Ǻlī Al Wahāb sometimes requires a little more explanation than some of the others. He’s intensely practical. You know all of them personally yourself, don’t you?”
“Sure,” I smiled, “I know all of them personally myself. But their behaviour with me is not necessary to be their behaviour in the directors’ meeting of Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.”
“You are right. Sorry, I forgot.”
“Never mind. I can’t afford to forget it.” I said, “Ǻlī Al Wahāb? Hardheaded?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me scrutinizing.
How shrewdest, how resourceful this Hindu son in law of him is!
What a pride!
He respects Imām Muħammad Ħasan even more than Imām Muħammad Ħasan respects himself.
He is only the Mayor of Ved Nagar ostensibly.
However, Ved Nagar isn’t confined to India only.
The boundaries of Ved Nagar are actually infinite.
The whole Param Vyom, the whole Absolute Space even, comes under Ved Nagar.
However, it doesn’t come under India.
“Hardheaded?” I repeated my question.
“You might call it that.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan answered me at length.
“And who is opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb?”
“No one. No one at all.”
“But Ǻlī Al Wahāb does occasionally express himself as having what you have just referred to as a difference of opinion?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me gravely.
“With whom does Ǻlī Al Wahāb usually differ?”
“Well, of course,” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said, “wherever there are strong personalities there is an inescapable tendency for different viewpoints to clash.”
I nodded smiling niftily.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched me watchful, vigilant.
He wasn’t sure what the hell I was doing.
Durgesh was too deep for Imām Muħammad Ħasan too.
In fact, even Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan admits to Imām Muħammad Ħasan in privacy with her Abbū Imām, Durgesh is too deep for her too.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan went on,
“Ůsmān bin Åffān is, in many ways, temperamentally opposed to Ǻlī Al Wahāb, and they are two largest stockholders after me and Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr.”
“Who else is on the board?”
“Imām Ůmar Fārūq.”
“My son, I want you to understand clearly before you make the deal with me that, my stock you are purchasing from me, does not represent a controlling interest in the corporation. Not by any manner of means. You have to purchase my entire stock for it that I’m not even authorized to sell even to anyone under the bylaws of the corporation.”
“Abbū Imām,” I smiled gracefully, “you’ve told me that already. Please try not to repeat what you have already told me.”
“Sorry, I felt it my duty to remind you it once more.”
“It’s alright. It’s crystal clear. You are the president but these other people too have large holdings.”
“That’s right.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled in the manner he was clearly relieved now.
“I understand. Never mind. Nevertheless, isn’t it a fact that if I vote with one of the other large blocks of stock, it does make a controlling interest?”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan looked at me, still trying to understand what I was actually after.
“Well, yes and no.”
“What do you mean?” I asked smiling unwearyingly.
“Well, it’s rather difficult to work out a combination of that sort because the situation varies from time to time and person to person. There are essentially no differences of opinion except on minor matters. We are engaged in a constructive real estate development on Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands for Hindus and Musalmān Beauties who hate Pseudo Musalmīn and love Hindus. The problem is their relatives also come to the Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands with them.”
“Relatives? What the hell can they do? They don’t own any real estate there.”
“They help each other.”
“The Brāhmañ and Savarñā wives of Hindus hate their Musalmān co wives.”
“They are free to divorce their Hindu husbands if they can’t adjust with their Musalmān co wives, aren’t they?”
“Sure, it’s the law.”
“Try to understand, my son. The law and practice differ practically.”*
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Arzumand Jahāngīr was still breathless.
She began to get dressed still feeling horny for me.
She could hear her parents shrill as they saw me.
It’s been a few months since I had last visited them.
Once dressed again, Arzumand Jahāngīr walked out hoping to Allah that any feelings she had for me would not slip out.
Sakīnah Āftāb was driving back home late that evening.
She was with her cousin Al Rashīdah Al Shams listening to her go on and on about Wājidah Akbar.
Sakīnah Āftāb usually took her cousin home, since she’d gotten herself caught with a D.W.I and had her license suspended.
“Why don’t you just give Wājidah Akbar another chance?” Al Rashīdah Al Shams whined.
Sakīnah Āftāb nodded.
“You know why. Because she is a real bitch. I mean yes she is hot, but damn she is so fuckin’ possessive! I felt like I couldn’t even breathe when I was going out with her.”
“Well, look, she is changed. I have seen her change myself.”
Sakīnah Āftāb rolled her eyes.
“Al Rashīdah Al Shams, we talk about this all the time. I told you I don’t want to date Wājidah Akbar again.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams laughed.
“Oh that’s right; she says you got your eyes on some Ms. Perfect at work.”
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury.
“So what if I do? It’s not of her business.”
“I think it is. I mean she still loves you. Besides, you don’t even know this new girl. She might be worse than Wājidah Akbar.”
Sakīnah Āftāb burst out laughing.
“Yeah right. No one is as bad as Wājidah Akbar. Except maybe the devil!”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams shot her a look of disgust.
“Well, I’m sorry Al Rashīdah Al Shams, I know she is your friend and all but that’s just how I feel. Besides, you know you just want me to date her because her family is filthy rich.”
Al Rashīdah Al Shams didn’t respond.
She needed to find out who this Arzumand Jahāngīr was.
She was just as curious about this girl as Wājidah Akbar was.
Sakīnah Āftāb was always picky about girls she wanted to date.
She could see by the look in her eyes that she really liked this girl.
Al Rashīdah Al Shams was just going to have to do some Investigations of her own.
For now though, she was still thinking of a plan to get Sakīnah Āftāb and Wājidah Akbar together again.*
Arzumand Jahāngīr came out of my room hoping she didn’t give out any sexual vibes.
“Hi Ammījān, hi Abbū!”
“Hi sweetheart, “Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī kissed her daughter on the cheek.
“How’s my little girl?” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn asked as he put his arms around his daughter.
“Hi Abbū, I’m fine. What brings you guys here?”
I came back with quite a bold front.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was immensely surprised.
How the hell Durgesh can manage it?
I didn’t look nervous even a bit.
Instead, I was smiling graciously and quite confident too.
“Well we were in town, and we thought we’d just come see how you both are doing.” Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn replied taking a sip of water.
“Well, we’re doing fine. I finally got my job so I’m feeling good.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said sitting down next to her Ammī.
“That’s great, sweetie. Now you can move back home with us once you get to buy a better running car huh?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī asked her daughter beaming with pride.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me and then at her orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents.
I sat down next to her Abbū, smiling.
Jahāngīr Jalāluddīn called me ‘son’.
He didn’t believe I was sixty three.
Everyone thought I was thirty three only.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had perfectly established it legally beyond all doubt.
When I told someone I was sixty three, everyone thought I was perverted to enjoy sex with MILFs.
None believed my true age.
The teenagers were claiming more.
They claimed I was anywhere between twenty three and twenty eight, not thirty three even.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
‘Jākī rahī bhāvnā jaisī,
Prabhu moorati dékhī tin taisī’.
‘Sur nar muni sabkī yahi rītī,
Swārath lagī karahin sab prītī’.
Anyway, I was vivacious and looking cheerful.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she had to find a way to tell her parents that she didn’t want to move back with them.
She wanted to stay with me.
“Well, for now I said I could stay with Durgesh for a while, until I get my stuff together. I really would just like to live in town. It’s closer to my job anyway.”
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī tried to protest.
She worried dearly for her only daughter.
Ever since Arzumand Jahāngīr was a little girl, Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī was somewhat too much overprotective of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had always been a smart, but naïve girl.
She was too nice that sometimes she let people even run over her.
Luckily because of her immense Musalmān beauty, men never really took advantage of her.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had beauty and charm to protect her.
“But sweetie, you got a place at home. Why do you want to pay high rent and live in town?”
“Ammījān, I have to learn responsibility. You know I’m going to need to learn to be alone.”
Her Ammī laughed.
“I bet you won’t run away. I know you’re going to hopefully meet a really great man to be with you. You’ll never be alone.”
I smiled confidently.
That’s right my dear, she’ll never be alone. I’ll always be with her. I said in my mind.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt trapped for a moment.
How would she ever have the balls to face up to her ever orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents and let them know she was in love with me?
How long would this ashvinātam love affair last?
She’d want it to be forever of course, but she knew that was highly impossible.
“Well, anyway, we were going to order a pizza tonight if you guys want to join us?” I interrupted.
Arzumand Jahāngīr’s parents’ faces lit up.
“Yes, we’d love to join you. I’ll tell you what, we’ll buy the salad.” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī said cheerfully.
I went to order the pizza and salad for the family.
Arzumand Jahāngīr still felt nervous and yet it excited her in a way knowing that her immensely orthodox Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān parents didn’t have a clue Arzumand Jahāngīr was in love with me.
If they ever found out Arzumand Jahāngīr would never deny it.
She’d never deny her love for me. Her Hindu lover.*
I fucked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonstop for how many days, neither of us cared.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was immensely happy.
She started it, straddling me.
But soon I got control.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly surprised when I did it.
Yet, she wasn’t born yesterday.
She was an immensely successful journalist.
Soon she realized I wasn’t normal.
Her smart action not only startled and dumbfounded me.
It sent me in trance as well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr realized soon, it was not herself, Bābarah Åālamgīr that is, I was fucking.
It was Jamīlah Aurangzeb, her Ammī, my live in relationship partner, I was fucking.
Intense disappointment dawned on Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Yet she controlled herself and decided to play the role of her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.*
The family ate dinner that night.
Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī and I did most of the talking though.
“Oh, Durgesh. Guess who came by the other day?” Noor Jahān Jahāngīr Durrānī blurted out.
I looked blank.
“I don’t know. Who?”
Her Ammī shrieked happily.
“Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb!”
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt her heart sink.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb had been a longtime girlfriend of mine when Arzumand Jahāngīr was just starting University.
She lived only a few houses down and since they were children, they used to play together.
Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was only a few months younger than Arzumand Jahāngīr and Arzumand Jahāngīr knew Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still had feelings for me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could never hate Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb though, since Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb was a good friend of the family and Arzumand Jahāngīr used to look up to her as a big maternal cousin .
I felt Arzumand Jahāngīr staring at me.
Maybe she just wanted to see my reaction.
I tried to keep calm.
I still loved Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but more like a friend.
We had eventually broken up because we both wanted different things.
Even though we broke up our 2-year relationship, Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb still remained friends with the family.
Even with Arzumand Jahāngīr.
“Oh Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb? How is she now days?” I asked gravely.
“Well she is already finished with her doctor’s degree. I believe she recently started working at one of the hospitals here in town.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr cleared her throat to change the subject.
“So, Abbū, how is work for you?”
I felt myself proud hearing the jealous tone in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s voice.
She looked so cute when she got jealous.
Arzumand Jahāngīr just glared at me across the table as our eyes locked.
She was actually almost tuning out her Abbū as I went on about my job.
I’d been a wonderfully successful Sex Therapist for over 45 years now.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she was falling in love with me more each day.
And at that Moment it was strange, but she was yearning for me to be inside her.
Letting my Hindu manhood enter her as she exploded in ecstasy.
The way I made her cum like no other man ever could.
Later on that night we would make love again.
As the week went by, Arzumand Jahāngīr was glad it was getting closer to the weekend.
Friday afternoon she was just closing her office after spending a long day with Sakīnah Āftāb and finally being able to set up an easy to use program for the English class that was starting on Monday.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking out wearing her khaki pants and a low cut black button up top.
Her hair was down loose this time.
Sakīnah Āftāb watched her from her office as she walked out.
Her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body excited me every time, I saw her.
Sakīnah Āftāb hurried to close her own office to walk her outside.
Arzumand Jahāngīr was walking down the long hallway hoping not to bump into Wājidah Akbar, the rude and nasty girl that had been giving her dirty looks the whole week.
She heard loud footsteps behind her and saw it was Sakīnah Āftāb.
At least she was one of the few people in the tech department that was nice to her.
“Hey wait for me. Is it ok if I walk you to your car?” Sakīnah Āftāb asked catching up to Arzumand Jahāngīr.
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded giving Sakīnah Āftāb a charming smile.
“Yes please. I hate walking out alone. Besides, I wouldn’t want to run into your friend. ”
Sakīnah Āftāb stopped in front of her looking baffled.
“What do you mean? You mean Wājidah Akbar?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr tightened her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips trying to keep herself from saying something crude about the blonde girl.
“Well yes. Sakīnah Āftāb, I take it she used to be with you and probably still has a thing for you?”
Sakīnah Āftāb sighed.
“Oh yeah. She is like a damn stalker. I’m sorry if she is treating you bad. Don’t worry I’ll have a talk with her.”
She looked more comfortable now as she walked out with Sakīnah Āftāb.
Luckily it didn’t seem that Wājidah Akbar was at the front desk.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt at ease now and excited to go home to her loving Durgesh.
Sakīnah Āftāb and Arzumand Jahāngīr approached Arzumand Jahāngīr’s car.
The parking lot looked almost empty with only about five cars left.
“Thank you Sakīnah Āftāb for walking me out. I appreciate it.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said extending her hand for a handshake.
Sakīnah Āftāb took her soft hand into her, accepting her handshake.
Her grip was tight on her hand and Arzumand Jahāngīr felt as if she didn’t want to let go.
“No problem Arzumand Jahāngīr. Hey listen by the way; I was just wondering if you’d ever like to go out with me. You know it doesn’t have to be a real date or anything, just hang out.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr was about to speak but Sakīnah Āftāb cut her off.
“It’s ok you can say no. I mean do you already have a Hindu boyfriend or someone you are seeing?”
Arzumand Jahāngīr beamed.
“Well actually I am sorta seeing someone. I’m sorry, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb shrugged.
“It’s OK. I should have expected a really pretty girl like you to be already taken. Well I’ll see you Monday.”
Arzumand Jahāngīr went ahead and got in her car waving goodbye to Sakīnah Āftāb.
Sakīnah Āftāb stood there until she drove away.
“I’m not going to give up on you so easily Arzumand Jahāngīr,” Sakīnah Āftāb said to herself.
At least Sakīnah Āftāb thought she was alone.
She heard a female voice all of a sudden behind her.
It was Wājidah Akbar.
“So I see, she is your latest conquest huh Sakīnah Āftāb?”
Wājidah Akbar stood there wearing her sexy short blue jean skirt and a white and blue V-neck top.
Sakīnah Āftāb looked at her with fury in her eyes.
Why couldn’t she just get over me?
Why couldn’t Arzumand Jahāngīr want me as much as Wājidah Akbar did?
“So what if I want to get with her. What’s it to you?” Sakīnah Āftāb snapped at Wājidah Akbar.
Wājidah Akbar narrowed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Sunni Musalmān eyes at Sakīnah Āftāb .
“You know how much I still love you. I would do anything for you, Sakīnah Āftāb.”
Sakīnah Āftāb was starting to walk away slowly and turned around to look at Wājidah Akbar.
“Ok, anything? Then stay away from me and leave Arzumand Jahāngīr alone. She hasn’t done anything to you.”
With that, Sakīnah Āftāb walked away leaving Wājidah Akbar almost in tears.
It was more like tears of hate.
She’d dedicated her heart to Sakīnah Āftāb and now she just meets this new girl and she is suddenly crazy for her?
Wājidah Akbar was convinced that she hated Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She had to find a way to destroy her.
To get her out of Sakīnah Āftāb’s mind.
Arzumand Jahāngīr got home that night ready to see me.
She unlocked the apartment door and rushed inside.
It looked as if I still wasn’t home.
Then she heard the shower going off.
I opened the door walking out with just a towel wrapped around my waist.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked at me giving me a devious smile.
I quietly walked to her giving her a nice warm hug.
She could smell the scent of my soap on my skin.
“Hmm Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! You got all clean for me?” She asked playfully.
I kissed her and stroked her hair.
“Yes I did. I knew you’d be coming home. I thought about you all day.”
We walked into my room holding hands.
Arzumand Jahāngīr knew she wanted to please me, in every way she could.
She knew what I’d been waiting for.
She was ready to show me how much she loved me.
She was ready to taste me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr stood in front of me anxiously waiting to take the towel off my body.
She’d been longing for my Uncut Hindu Cock all day.
Just kept thinking about how I’d feel inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She’d done oral sex, but she’d never dared swallowed.
Swallowing was always sort of an uncomfortable deed for her.
But with me, that would all change.
She loved me and wanted everything I had for her.
“Let me kiss you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I said in a husky tone as I pulled her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body towards me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr fell into my strong Hindu arms easily.
She felt safe and loved in my Hindu embrace.
I stroked her flawless pretty Musalmān face and gently glided my Hindu lips over hers.
My hot breath warmed her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips nicely.
We kissed gently with our tongues meeting and locking.
I ran my hands all over her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body.
I loved the way she felt.
Her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān body was so small, yet so sexy.
She was a grown Musalmān Beauty now.
It was hard for me to ever picture her as the flat chested little girl with braces.
Now she was all Musalmān Beauty, my Musalmān Beauty.
Arzumand Jahāngīr pulled away from me as I kept trying to kiss her.
She felt herself turn red, as she was about to perform a blowjob for me.
She looked down and saw My Uncut Hindu Cock already hard underneath my towel.
“Arzumand Jahāngīr? Why did you stop? Kiss me some more!” I smiled.
Arzumand Jahāngīr nodded and placed her finger on my lips.
“Shhh don’t say anything else Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I’m going to treat you like you treated me the other night.”
I looked confused for a minute and then had a huge smile on my face as I saw Arzumand Jahāngīr slowly getting down on her knees.
She looked so shy yet she seemed to know what to do.
I felt my heart race, feeling my towel fall to the ground.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me with desire.
My hard Uncut Hindu Cock was right in front of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face.
She’d never seen a sexier Uncut Hindu Cock than Mine.
The head was plump.
My Hindu precum was splattered all over her fingers as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
She took a deep breath and slowly put the head in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I never took my eyes off her.
I watched her slurp up my Hindu precum.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips smacked loudly against my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmm!” I moaned aching for her whole mouth to deep throat me.
Arzumand Jahāngīr teased me swirling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān tongue on the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She ran the tip of her tongue on the slit as more precum trickled out.
I leaned my head back feeling the sweet sensation of Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
“Take it all in your extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, Arzumand Jahāngīr. Suck me. Suck your big Durgesh.” I rasped grabbing her hair.
Arzumand Jahāngīr obeyed and slowly inserted inch by inch of My Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She could feel my Hindu veins on touching the insides of her cheeks.
She began to suck me off gliding her full lips back and forth hearing me groan in pleasure.
“Hmmmm that’s it. That’s it baby. Oh yes!” I blurted out in my Moment of contentment.
Arzumand Jahāngīr could taste me as she sucked me.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was big, but yet she still managed to put almost all of it in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
If she put the rest in she was afraid she’d almost choke.
She felt me put my hands on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān face lifting it up to make her look up at me while she blew me.
I watched my beautiful little maternal cousin sucking on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I wanted her to look at me while she did it.
Her red crimson quivering juicy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān lips were tightly wrapped around my Uncut Hindu Lund and I could feel her putting more suction.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God! You look so sexy blowing me! I thought silently keeping my eyes on Arzumand Jahāngīr.
I was panting now feeling my balls swell up full of cum ready to shoot out in Arzumand Jahāngīr’s Musalmān mouth.
I couldn’t wait to see her reaction as she swallowed my Hindu cum.
The thought of her swallowing it made me more excited.
She’d have my Hindu cum in her Musalmān belly soon enough.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt My Uncut Hindu Cock twitch hard in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and felt my body tighten.
I threw my head back as I came, in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
Arzumand Jahāngīr jerked as she felt a big wad of my Hindu cum hit the back of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān throat.
That spurt was followed by more shots of cum entering her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
I tasted incredible!
Arzumand Jahāngīr couldn’t believe she was guzzling down My Hindu cum.
It was her first taste of my Uncut Hindu Cock cream.
My Hindu cream.
I looked down as my eyes widened watching Arzumand Jahāngīr drink my jizz.
She swallowed it all!
So hot! I said to myself.
I made sure to keep my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth until she sucked me dry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr felt the tangy salty flavor in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth.
She let My Uncut Hindu Cock out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān mouth and kissed the head.
She stood up slowly putting her arms around me kissing my neck.
“I love you Durgesh, my Hindu Love. I loved tasting you.” Arzumand Jahāngīr said softly in such an innocent voice that turned me on.”
“I love you too. I wanna make love to you Arzumand Jahāngīr,” I responded lifting her up from the ground and onto my bed.
Arzumand Jahāngīr looked up at me while I began to take her clothes off.
It was going to be another night of passionate lovemaking with her sexy Durgesh.
That weekend Arzumand Jahāngīr and I decided to take care of cleaning up and taking care of the laundry.
After cleaning up, we went downtown to go buy Arzumand Jahāngīr some more clothes for work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had informed me about her lack of work clothes and I’d voluntarily offered to buy her some outfits.
“I’ll pay you back once I get my life back on track.” Arzumand Jahāngīr promised as we walked down the street window-shopping.
“No need to pay me back. I’m doing it as a gift,” I replied sweetly.
We walked by several shops and the whole time, I wanted to hold her hand or put my arms around her.
I couldn’t of course in case we bumped into someone we might know.
We’d found some very nice outfits for Arzumand Jahāngīr.
She’d been sure to model them for me to get my approval.
We were in a one of downtown’s biggest shops and Arzumand Jahāngīr was trying on some skirts.
I stood outside the dressing room waiting for her.
She stepped out wearing a semi short white skirt.
“What ya think?” She asked softly.
“I like it. Just make sure we aren’t too short of skirts. I don’t want any guys hitting on you,” I teased.
Arzumand Jahāngīr giggled.
“You don’t have to worry about that. I only got eyes for you Durgesh, my Hindu Love.”
I wanted to take her right then and there but I had to calm down.
I had to make my erection go away.
After several hours of shopping we were both tired and decided to go have dinner at a small diner close to the shops.
It was almost getting dark and the streets still looked lively.
Arzumand Jahāngīr had ordered a shrimp basket and I a burger.
We ate chatting away talking about work.
Arzumand Jahāngīr didn’t really want to mention the fact that Sakīnah Āftāb had asked her out.
She didn’t think it was important for the time being.
She also hadn’t told me about Wājidah Akbar and how rude she’d been with her.
We sat there enjoying our dinner.
Enjoying each other’s presence.
I was in love.
I thought I had been in love with Sājidah Imāmuddīn Wahāb, but no, with Arzumand Jahāngīr it felt different, it felt real.
“You know what we should do? We should get away from this town and maybe leave the state so I could be able to kiss you in public. To show strangers who don’t know us that I love you,” I suddenly said making Arzumand Jahāngīr smile.
“That sounds just so beautiful. I would love that. Maybe someday we could go far away and not have to hide our love.”
Monday morning came too quickly it seemed.
It was going to be a long week, Arzumand Jahāngīr thought to herself.
The next project was to set up another program in the library computer lab for biology majors.
Sakīnah Āftāb had assured her it wouldn’t take as long as the program they had set up in the English lab.
Once again Sakīnah Āftāb had chosen to work with Arzumand Jahāngīr in hopes of maybe still being able to get a date with her.
Wājidah Akbar sat and watched us walk downstairs to the computer lab.
She felt frustrated and angry.
Arzumand Jahāngīr probably knew how bad Sakīnah Āftāb wanted her and she was using it to every advantage that she could.
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Then I said.
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās never complains and always wants more. Don’t tell me you girls are all used up at 28.”
Zubaydah Bābar groaned indignantly.
“She must have a steel lining in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot or something. If she can take you pounding her all night and all day. Hell you wiped out the two of us already. I’m going to have to find out her secret.”
We lay on the floor for a while joking and teasing.
Soon it was lunchtime.
We all were hungry.
After a light lunch, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls decided to go to the beach for the afternoon.
They wanted me to join them, but I declined claiming I had work to do.
As soon as they left, I lay down in my bed and fell immediately asleep, worn out from the morning activities.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stayed at the beach for the afternoon, giving me time to recuperate.
They returned around dinnertime and instead of cooking, we all decided to go out and grab a bite somewhere.
Between dinner and drinks, it was after 9:00 when we returned.
I was preparing myself for another “session” with these two.
I made them each a drink and we put the TV on to watch for a while.
We tuned in to the beginning of a sitcom and sat through the half hour show.
Once it was over, I looked at the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls and realized we had been quite.
I laughed to myself as I found them both sound asleep.
I got up, covered them with a light blanket, and moved to my own bed to get some sleep.
At some point during the night, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls woke and crawled into bed with me.
Nishāt Nazli attempted at giving me a blowjob to wake me but she soon fell asleep with my Uncut Hindu Lund in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
I chuckled, woke her up, fucked Nishāt Nazli to her heart’s content and went back to sleep with Nishāt Nazli under me and Uncut Hindu Lund still buried deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
I woke slowly the next morning, very pleasant sensations emanating from my lower regions and as I looked down, I saw Zubaydah Bābar bobbing on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was giving me an early morning blowjob.
I looked over and saw Nishāt Nazli lying next to me watching Zubaydah Bābar work my Hindu meat.
I reached over, took her chin in my hand, and pulled her to my lips.
I let my tongue dance through her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as my fingers danced over her Musalmān tits, tweaking her nipples.
It took no time at all before she was rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot against my leg, leaving a wet streak on my thigh.
I felt as though, as Zubaydah Bābar continued sucking me off, she would spew my Hindu seed and I was not ready to cum yet so I took hold of her chin and urged her also up to me.
When I had them both, I asked smiling,
“Well, girls, who wants to get fucked first?”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and answered first,
“Not me today, I’m still sore from the poundings you gave me yesterday.”
I laughed and looked at Zubaydah Bābar.
She was worked up and horny as hell at that Moment.
Zubaydah Bābar wasted no time as she rolled on top of me and squatted over my groin, grasping my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand Zubaydah Bābar let herself down on top of me and began to work herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking all she could with each thrust.
As Zubaydah Bābar fucked herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, I pulled Nishāt Nazli close to me and gently kissed her.
Slowly I let my kisses move from her quivering crimson Musalmān lips, across her cheek, down her neck and finally onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts where I proceeded to squeeze a nipple and tongue it in quick flicking motions.
Nishāt Nazli was so turned on that despite the discomfort she was feeling in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot she began massaging her own clit while I squeezed her Musalmān tit.
I bit down on her nipple and Nishāt Nazli came in a flood on her own hand as the pain washed across her Musalmān tit and through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
As Nishāt Nazli relaxed into her post orgasmic stupor, I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and saw her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes had glazed over as she rode me.
I called her name, “Zubaydah Bābar. Zubaydah Bābar, do you want me to cum in your ass as you requested or do you want to keep riding me?”
As the idea of my Hindu seed spewing into her colon hit her, she came hard on my Uncut Hindu Lund and then answered me.
“Fuck my ass again. Shoot it in my ass.” Zubaydah Bābar begged as her cum flowed out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and down over my balls.
I slid out from under her.
I positioned Zubaydah Bābar on her knees again and then as Nishāt Nazli watched I entered Zubaydah Bābar’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass for the second time in 24 hours.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned as I slid past her sphincter and pushed my length into her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love when you fuck my Musalmān ass.” Zubaydah Bābar groaned back at me as I began slowly to rock into her.
Nishāt Nazli got turned on watching her friend and lover get ass fucked and could not resist sliding underneath her to tongue her ravenous Musalmān clit while I slid my Hindu meat into her backside.
As I stroked and Nishāt Nazli licked, Zubaydah Bābar exploded into another orgasm and I felt her sphincter muscles clamp down on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and squeeze me, milking my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I let fly with my Hindu cum blasting it into Zubaydah Bābar’s colon with a series of grunts.
I held my position there as my Uncut Hindu Cock slowly somewhat deflated and finally slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bunghole followed by a steady stream of my Hindu cum.
“So, ’were having me shoot my Hindu cum up your Musalmān ass, as good as you imagined?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar as we lay on the bed.
“Oh yeah.” Was all the answer I got and I and Nishāt Nazli both laughed at the contented and well fucked sound of her voice.
The three of us lay there for a while before I said I was going to get a shower and asked if anyone wanted to join me.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls volunteered and we each moved into the bathroom to get cleaned up.
Zubaydah Bābar moved to use the toilet and I stopped her and with my head motioned toward Nishāt Nazli with my head.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and nodded as the three of us got into the walk-in shower.
The water was hot and felt good.
I reached for the soap and as I picked it up it slipped from my grasp.
Since Zubaydah Bābar figured out what I was up to, she let Nishāt Nazli bend to pick it up and just as she did, I let go of the stream of my piss I was holding in and blasted it into Nishāt Nazli’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pākistānī Sunnī Musalmān mouth.
Nishāt Nazli was caught by surprise.
Yet she instantly fell into the role and sat on the floor as I directed my stream of piss into her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Zubaydah Bābar swung her Musalmān leg over her friend, half squatted above her and helped fulfilling her friend’s fetish.
As Zubaydah Bābar finished Nishāt Nazli sat on the floor with a smile and began to giggle.
“That surprised me, but thanks.” She offered as she stood up.
We washed each other, joked, teased, and tickled for a while as we showered and dried off.
Then we moved to the kitchen and started taking breakfast.
While we were making coffee, the phone rang.
I answered it and talked for a few minutes before hanging up.
“That was Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I announced, “They got all of Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s stuff yesterday and Bābarah Åālamgīr’s last night. It appears that her Ammī was royally pissed. They loaded everything up and started back last night, then got a motel room. They’ll be here sometime after lunch.
“So if either of you want my Uncut Hindu Lund again, you better hurry or you’ll have to wait until Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s done with me.” I quipped.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls groaned.
“I would love to fuck you again but I need to recover first.” Zubaydah Bābar offered.
“Me too,” Nishāt Nazli chimed in. “I have got to find out how Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās handles you.”
I just laughed as I poured them coffees.
We ate and the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls put their bikini on for some beach time.
They left me to myself for the morning.
I had some errands to run and wanted to pick up a few things if the other two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were going to be living with me.
I knew I would have to make some adjustments in my household.
Little things like soap and shampoo as well as sheets and towels.
I had enough for guests but if I was to have permanent company, changes had to be made.*
It was longer getting things done than I anticipated and it was after two, before I got home.
I found that while I was gone Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr had returned, unloaded the truck stacking everything in the garage, and returned the truck to the rental, then came back home with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s new car.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were sitting on the deck waiting for me to return.
“Well, how did it go?” I asked as I joined them on the deck.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās answered first,
“It was Ok. We made good time, got my stuff loaded and we had lunch with my Ammī. Then we left.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the narrative,
“We got to the old homestead around Dinner and tried to take Ammī and Abbū out for dinner but Ammī started preaching at me and quoting scripture. Ammī was telling me how ungrateful I was and how evil and sinful you were, you know, same old shit. I just got pissed and loaded everything up and split. We drove a couple of hours and stopped for the night. It was a bummer!”
“I’m sorry honey. It should have been an exciting and happy time for you.” I offered.
“That’s Ok Durgesh. I knew it was going to be a problem so now it’s done with and we can relax. We left everything in the garage because we weren’t sure where to put our stuff, I mean where we were all going to sleep… how the arrangements would work out.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
I too smiled at her discomfort.
“Well, that’s kind of up to you two. If you each want to claim a room on the second floor and move in, that’s Ok with me.”
As I said I could see the crestfallen look on Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s face, then I continued,
“But I did clean out some drawer space in my room in case I got lucky and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās decided to move in with me.”
I saw her brighten immediately.
“But I do think each of us should have a room to themselves like an office area or call it an ‘I want to be alone room’. I have my office and I was thinking about taking the other first floor bedroom and splitting it in half to make two more rooms for you girls. How does that sound?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was so happy she bubbled, “I’ll move in with you and I don’t need an office.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her friend.
“I think that will work. I expect that once we start work we will need a place to correct papers and stuff.I’ll just move my stuff into my room. I’ll probably get more sleep on the second floor anyway, the way Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās screams when she cums, we may need to look into soundproofing.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked unsuitably embarrassed, but she faced me boldly immediately,
“I can’t help it if I enjoy myself. Moreover, my Hindu Kħasam, I’m not even a bit ashamed of it. You allow your nudist feminist Musalmān live in relationship partners Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Kħadījah Muħammad etcetera to do what they want to do entirely unashamed of themselves. Why not me too?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at her.
“That’s Ok you just keep enjoying yourself. I’m glad Durgesh makes you that happy.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood and hugged her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
We sat there and continued to talk for a while when Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli returned, coming up the steps giggling like teenagers.
“We’ve been invited to a party tonight, all of us. We met some girls down at the beach. They tried to pick us up. We told them we were in Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad yet and that we had two sisters. Therefore, they invited all of us. They think I’m 17 and Nishāt Nazli is 14. Bābarah Åālamgīr you’re 16 and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is 15.” Zubaydah Bābar announced. “We told them that we’d have to ask Durgesh first and we said we should just sneak out. We’re all just graduated from Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad and are looking to get laid. So we were teasing them.”
“Oh you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls are evil. Those poor girls will never know what hit them. Maybe I should wait a while and then go banging on the door looking for Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
We all started to laugh at the thought of that.
Then Nishāt Nazli said,
“We thought we could go and play with them a little. Then see if it was worth staying.”
Neither Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās nor Bābarah Åālamgīr was too interested in going.
But Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar convinced them to go for a little while and then they could leave if they weren’t having fun.
So both agreed to go and help their friends with the illusion.
We spent the rest of the afternoon settling Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr in and getting things organized before we made a dinner of hamburgers and hotdogs on the grill.
Then at 9PM, all four Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls “snuck” out to go to the party.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr were back in an hour or so.
Both were tired from the moving and really didn’t want to go in the first place.
For her part, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was anxious to crawl into bed with me for her first official night of “living with me” as she considered it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just anxious to try to get me into her bed and wanted to be close to me, just in case I decided finally to take her.
Once the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got back I relaxed a little, I did not want to say anything but was a little angry at Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās going to a party with young girls and I admitted to myself that I was angry with Bābarah Åālamgīr going too.
I admitted to myself that I wanted to bed Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, but still had not really come to terms with the idea of it.
The three of us sat around and talked for a while before Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās went off to bed to wait for me.
Once alone again, Hindu Father and Musalmān Daughter shared some time together.
“I’m really glad to be moving in and starting out here. Thanks for having me, Durgesh.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered.
“I’m glad you’re here Honey. I really missed you.” then I leaned over and hugged her tightly.
As I released her, she leaned in to kiss me, softly and longingly on the lips.
I let her kiss me and I even did not pull away when Bābarah Åālamgīr let her immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān tongue slide out and caress my lips.
But I did not open my mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr knew that that meant I wasn’t ready yet, but I was getting there.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled as she broke away and said good night, heading for her own room.
As she lay in her bed alone Bābarah Åālamgīr considered returning to the party, but then decided against it, deciding instead to wait for me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr did not sleep well that night.
She kept waking up and rolling around.
The fire between her Musalmān legs would not go away.
Twice she tried to quench it by herself and even after fingering herself to two orgasms, Bābarah Åālamgīr still could not sleep.
Finally, she gave up and got up.
It was 4:30 in the morning.
Yet she was wide-awake and horny as hell.
How immensely Bābarah Åālamgīr needed my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund inside her young tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot !
She peeked into the other rooms and found both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli asleep and both with satisfied looks on their faces.
“Well, apparently everyone got laid tonight except me. He is mine yet myself not enjoying his legendary unique Uncut Hindu Lund. Hell.” Bābarah Åālamgīr mumbled to herself as she climbed the stairs to the third floor.
A glass of drink was on her mind.
She poured herself a glass and not wanting to wake me or Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, she quietly slipped out of the sliding glass door and went onto the deck.
At another time of the day, Bābarah Åālamgīr might have caused a stir with the neighbors, as she had not bothered to put anything on when she got up.
However, at this time of night, or morning it was still dark and no one was up that had any sense anyway.
Consequently, she sat completely naked on one of the lounge chairs on the upper deck and began to enjoy the warm breeze blowing over her naked female Musalmān form.
Soon Bābarah Åālamgīr felt the familiar stirrings in her loins as the warm air was blowing across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
It reminded Bābarah Åālamgīr that she was sitting outdoors naked.
Without thinking, her hand moved to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and she let her fingers slide between her quivering crimson Musalmān lips.
The heat and moisture there was intense.
Bābarah Åālamgīr glanced down at the floor and giggled when she noticed that she had actually dripped a small puddle onto the deck.
Well, she intended to add more to it and in Moments, her right hand was busy with three fingers buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while her thumb massaged her clit.
Her left hand was busy also, rubbing her Musalmān tits and stopping to tweak her nipples.
Shortly she felt the familiar waves of orgasm begin to build and then wash over her as she let loose a small stream of juice from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and it added to the puddle on the floor.
As her ecstasy subsided, Bābarah Åālamgīr relaxed and blew out a sigh of relief.
Then for some unknown reason she looked to her left and she saw me sitting there.
I was sitting in a similar lounge and watching her.
She felt waves of embarrassment and panic was over her.
“Allah, Yā Allaaaaah! Oh my God. I just sat here fingering myself and my father saw me.” Flashed through her mind.
Followed a split second later by.
“My father just watched me playing with myself. I wonder if it made him horny.”
I knew she saw me.
I had been sitting there when she walked out onto the deck.
I was going to say something but for some reason I just didn’t.
Then as I watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting there in silhouette, naked on my deck I felt myself start to harden.
The light was not good.
Just the starlight and the ambient light, was drifting in, from surrounding houses and streets.
But it was enough to make out the swell of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān breasts and the curve of her Musalmān legs.
Then she started to play with herself.
‘I wonder if she knows I’m here.’ I thought to myself. ‘It might be something she would do to try to entice me.’
But the more I watched the more sure I was that Bābarah Åālamgīr was unaware of me.
Then I watched as she diddled herself into an orgasm and as her Pakistani Musalmān juices dribbled down onto the deck boards.
I became more and more serious watching Bābarah Åālamgīr doing that.
Why the hell I’m not fucking Bābarah Åālamgīr?
She needs me inside her very much intensely.
What the hell I’m waiting for?
If I can have Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan as my live in relationship partner, why can’t I have Bābarah Åālamgīr too?
Why the hell Bābarah Åālamgīr is getting punishment instead of reward?
By this time, I had my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inadvertently, and I was slowly stroking myself.
Once she came and let out her post orgasmic sigh.
I stopped and let go of myself.
Not that my hard on went away or anything.
That was when Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and saw me.
I saw the flash of embarrassment on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face, then the flash of wanton desire.
I decided to take the bull by the horns.
“Hi honey. Looks like you couldn’t sleep either.”*
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked at me and noticed my hard on.
Bābarah Åālamgīr chuckled triumphantly, gloriously, jubilantly and proudly.
I was sitting there as naked as she was.
“Sitting around outside naked must run in the family.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed sarcastically.
Then she answered me.
“Yeah, I thought I was tired but all I did was doze off a little and roll around a lot. I finally came up for a glass of drink, and to sit here a bit. What about you? Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kicked you out of bed?”
“I woke up a little bit ago and I did not want to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, so I came out here. I do it every once in a while. Just sit here and watch the sun come up. See how the horizon is starting to get a pink band on it. It won’t be long now. It can be beautiful.” I said. “Want to watch with me?”
She glanced to the East and noticed that the sky was starting to lighten.
“Ok, I never really paid attention to sunrises. Probably because I am usually asleep when they happen.” She offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood in nude and walked over to my lounge.
She sat down on the lower section and I moved my legs to make room for her.
Then with a swift movement, Bābarah Åālamgīr slid onto the lounge and lay back on top of me.
I was stunned by the suddenness and the intimacy of her movement.
I found myself lying on a lounge naked with my equally naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān stepdaughter on top of me and nestled against me.
I could feel my hard Uncut Hindu Lund pressing against her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass cheeks as she laid her head on my chest and began to talk to me.
In a way it was very familiar and comfortable, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl sitting in my lap and telling me about her day.
Yet at the same time it was extremely sensual because now Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl was a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman, whom I had just watched as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot until she dribbled cum all over my deck.
I mentally shook myself, and realized that Bābarah Åālamgīr was talking to me about how she and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās living with me, was going to be a change for all of us.
I found myself answering,
“Oh we’ll manage alright. I like the idea of having two beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān women sharing my house and I admit that having a 28/29 year old in my bed regular is doing great things for my ego and youth.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed out loud.
“I don’t think having a young thing in your bed is all that foreign to you lately and as for your ego, I doubt it needed the boost.”
As she said it, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked herself up a bit and slid farther up on me, then continued, “Besides I get the feeling that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās is becoming more to you than another piece of young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass.”
Now at least my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t nestled in the crack of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s ass.
Since she moved up, it was now sticking up between her Musalmān legs and lying against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
I could feel her heat and moisture on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
I was torn between what I knew I wanted, to slide myself into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fuck her, and what I knew I should do, get up and move away from her.
In the end, I did nothing.
It was, depending on your perspective, may have been worse or better.
Because I knew that every second I spent there, with my Uncut Hindu Cock knocking against the spread young adult Musalmān lips of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, my will power eroded just a little bit.
Part of me was hoping, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, would grasp my rock hard Uncut Hindu member and stuff it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
At least that would end my battle with myself. But the other part of me, the dutiful father, kept screaming at me that it was a pervert thought.
I paused to gather my thoughts for a Moment.
“Ok I admit you’re right. I do like her. She is sweet and treats me like a king and she pays attention to me, as nobody has in years. But most importantly, she doesn’t want anything from me but me. You can’t imagine what a relief that is after fighting off the “please take care of me” crowd.”
We sat like that mostly in silence watching the sky lightens as dawn approached.
Both pretending to ignore the position our bodies were in, but each of us was acutely aware of the touch of our sex.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was not ignoring it for her part.
She kept flexing her thigh muscles and her abdominal muscles, anything to get my Uncut Hindu Cock to move in contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Her efforts were rewarded because before long My Uncut Hindu Lund began to twitch on its own.
It was driving Bābarah Åālamgīr crazy to be this close to her goal and still have to act nonchalant, instead of doing what she wanted and grabbing my monster Uncut Hindu Cock and stuffing it into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot where, as far as she was concerned it belonged to actually.
Yes, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the actual permanent home of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Why don’t you understand Durgesh, Mérī Jān?
Bābarah Åālamgīr could not help but to think that all she had to do was move just right and I would be inside her.
The only thing that kept her from doing it was the certainty that although I would not stop her and at this point would probably welcome it, I would never be willing again.
I would always have my guard up and without question, I would never treat her the same, certainly not as the lover she longed to be.
After a few minutes, Bābarah Åālamgīr turned and gave me a kiss.
It was a loving and longing kiss.
As she pulled away, she told me once again, “I love you Durgesh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! very much.”
I was caught off guard by the kiss and the tenderness behind it.
I was busy concentrating on my Uncut Hindu Lund and on trying not to betray my longings for Bābarah Åālamgīr.
I could feel her Pakistani Musalmān juices running down my Hindu shaft and onto my Hindu balls.
It was obvious that this intimate contact excited her and the fact that my Hindu erection had not gone down betrayed the fact that it excited me too.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me and nestled down onto my shoulder again.
“I also happen to know that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās loves you. So you better be in it for the long haul because she is nothing if not tenacious. There is no way she is letting go of you unless you chase her off.”
That statement brought my thoughts around to reality again.
“I can’t see myself chasing her off. I am getting really fond of her.”
“Are you going to get me a new Ammī?” Bābarah Åālamgīr teased in a little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl voice.
“I don’t know, maybe. Time will tell.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stunned by my answer.
Even though she had teased me and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās both, she did not really believe anything permanent would come from this affair, but it appeared that I at least was looking into the future and considering it.
“Besides,” I continued, “we need to find someone to get you to wear clothes.” In addition, as I said it she jerked her hips a little and pushed the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock harder against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Hard enough that it made contact with her ravenous Musalmān clit.
Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly realized that her smart action had suddenly won me for her involuntarily and without giving me a chance even to safeguard myself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund glided and entered her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot leisurely, sluggishly.
Her immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot greeted my Uncut Hindu Lund wildly and engulfed it greedily.
She found me startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr immediately took the advantage of the situation.
Finding me absolutely incapable to resist, Bābarah Åālamgīr positioned herself and managed to get my entire Uncut Hindu Lund vanished into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot .
She held me strongly, made me lie on my back, straddled me deliberately and started fucking me ravenously, wildly and savagely.
I was as if in trance.
I felt as if Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me, not Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They were identical exactly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately took its advantage again.
She kissed me fiercely on my lips and increased her pace more and more.
Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t know she was fucking me exactly identically as her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, fucked me.
It wasn’t deliberate.
It was genetic instead.
Yet, it increased my trance more and more.
I felt young Jamīlah Aurangzeb was fucking me wildly.
It was natural for me, in trance, that I started responding Bābarah Åālamgīr vehemently.
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Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dipped her finger in and out three times, and as I zoomed the view back out, I smiled wickedly as she raised the finger to her lips and sucked it into her mouth, her head tilted back.
“That’s a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex goddess,” I grunted.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, smiled at me and clinched her already tightest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vaginal grip around my ever undefeatable, ever insuperable, ever insurmountable Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stepped forward into the shower.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt entirely, watching the hot water sluicing down the curves of Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s beautiful Musalmān body.
“Come on, you ever hottest Musalmān Sex goddess, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad. Do it.” I winked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the nudist feminist, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab, Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad turned in the shower and squatted down, her back against the wall.
I smiled and zoomed the camera in, framing her as her legs came up and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks rested on the shower floor.
I could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, her asshole, tits and face and I felt my heart lifted in excitement.
“Go on. Get busy.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb called.
“Lubnā Åālamgīr, don’t forget Durgesh and Ħanīfah Arbāz are going to be here soon,”
Lubnā Åālamgīr headed to her room.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb went on to say,
“You need to clean up your room so we can put a mattress on the floor for your cousin.”
“Yes Ammī,” Lubnā Åālamgīr called back, repressing a sigh.
It wasn’t that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t like having her Hindu Stepfather and cousin around.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had actually been looking forward to seeing us.
It was just that growing up Lubnā Åālamgīr and I had always seemed to Lubnā Åālamgīr that we liked spending time with each other more than Lubnā Åālamgīr did.
It wasn’t as if we ignored Lubnā Åālamgīr.
We let Lubnā Åālamgīr hang out with us, and everything.
Nevertheless, Lubnā Åālamgīr often got the feeling that she was intruding somehow.
The way her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had been going on about our visit just reminded Lubnā Åālamgīr of those feelings of being left out.
Lubnā Åālamgīr sometimes mentally blamed it on the age difference.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was about two years younger than Ħanīfah Arbāz was.
Yet it wasn’t such a big deal these days.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was eighteen and Ħanīfah Arbāz was twenty.
It was not as significant a gap as when Ħanīfah Arbāz and Lubnā Åālamgīr were younger.
There was nothing Lubnā Åālamgīr could do, at this point, though.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I had been really close when Ħanīfah Arbāz was growing up and had moved into an apartment together after Ħanīfah Arbāz’s high school.
There was just no way Lubnā Åālamgīr could compete with Ħanīfah Arbāz.
Still, it would be nice to have us around for a few days.
Ħanīfah Arbāz and I didn’t live particularly far away.
Nevertheless, it was far enough that Lubnā Åālamgīr hardly got to see Ħanīfah Arbāz anymore.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had been toying with the idea of finding a place closer to Ħanīfah Arbāz when she moved out.
Being eighteen and almost done school all Lubnā Åālamgīr could think about was finally getting a place of her own, even if it was just a tiny apartment somewhere.
Lubnā Åālamgīr was distracted enough by her thoughts and cleaning up that Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t even notice me standing in the doorway until Lubnā Åālamgīr happened to turn around.
I was leaning against the doorframe with my arms crossed just watching Lubnā Åālamgīr.
“Allah, Allah, oh my God, Durgesh, how long have you been standing there?” Lubnā Åālamgīr demanded.
“A Couple of minutes,” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr never called me ‘Dad’.
She hated me actually that her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, had left her Abbū to live in relationship with me.
Well, she never hated her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, for it.
However, Lubnā Åālamgīr never accepted me even her Stepfather.
She always called me ‘Durgesh’.
Most of my Musalmān stepdaughters did the same.
Well, it was natural also.
They were adult yet they were not mature enough to understand the interpersonal relationship between a man and woman/women optimum.
Their adulthood could give them legal rights only, not the knowledge, experiences and understanding derived.
I had an amazing poker face when I wanted to, and I was giving no indication of what I was thinking.
Even though Lubnā Åālamgīr couldn’t read my face, Lubnā Åālamgīr decided I probably wasn’t up to anything.
I must have just wanted to see how long it would take her to notice me.
Lubnā Åālamgīr stepped into my arms as I opened them for Lubnā Åālamgīr and we hugged.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lingered a little longer than she usually would have.
It had been a while since her last boyfriend and the contact with a guy felt good, even if I was her Hindu Stepfather.
“Where’s Ħanīfah Arbāz?” Lubnā Åālamgīr asked, finally releasing me.
“Downstairs, still talking.” I smiled.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave me a light shove and I backed up, letting Lubnā Åālamgīr past me in the hallway.
Lubnā Åālamgīr turned the corner to find Ħanīfah Arbāz just reaching the top of stairs.
“Ħanīfah Arbāz!” Lubnā Åālamgīr hurried the last few steps and threw her arms around her.
“Hey Lubnā Åālamgīr,” she replied.
She pushed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to arm length after a moment and looked her up and down.
“You’re getting bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr gave her a confused look,
“I don’t think I’m any taller since last time you were here.”
“I meant your boobs. They seem bigger.”
Lubnā Åālamgīr blushed and made sure I wasn’t within earshot.
After all, I was not her stepfather for her.
Instead, I was a communal sexual Hindu for her that has succeeded in breaking countless Musalmān homes by snatching away extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives from their Musalmān husbands.
How those extraordinary beautiful Musalmān wives were suffering from their Musalmān husbands’ unjustified behaviour with them, wasn’t important to her at all.
Being Just Eighteen Just Adult only, Lubnā Åālamgīr was unable to understand interpersonal relationship optimum.
Yet, she didn’t understand her incapability in the matter too.
“Yeah, they’ve been growing some.” Lubnā Åālamgīr said blushing very much.
“They look nice.”
Ħanīfah Arbāz’s last comment confused Lubnā Åālamgīr a little, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t worry about it for too long.
She followed Lubnā Åālamgīr back to her room and sat down on the bed cross-legged.
Ħanīfah Arbāz loved talking and she kept Lubnā Åālamgīr entertained while Lubnā Åālamgīr finished cleaning up the room.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“Sit down, please.” I also smiled at Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, “Welcome at Ashvinātam in Ved Nagar. It’s not so many Musalmīn want to see me after their Musalmān Houseladies break their home for me. Thanks for seeing me even after your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, broke your home for me.”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr smiled gravely.
“Thanks for seeing me and offering me a seat.”
“It’s my pleasure.”
“Thank you. I think Ummat-e-Muslimah is suffering from degeneration nowadays.”
“Ummat-e-Muslimah?” I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr gravely, “Ummat-e-Muslimah only?”
“You don’t agree with me?”
“On the contrary, I agree with you completely, Maulānā Muħtarim.” I said, “In addition, I think every society nowadays is suffering from degeneration, not only Ummat-e-Muslimah.”
“Hindu Society too?” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr watched me cagily.
“Hindu Society too.”
“Well, I thought you are an utmost successful Hindu leader.”
“Sure, I am. Sure, I am. Yet, I am Not a communal Hindu.”
“Do you think I am a communal Musalmān?”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr prudently.
I never expected such a direct question from him.
“Does it make any difference in the matter you came to me to discuss about?”
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr didn’t answer my question directly.
Instead, he smiled too,
“I presume you think I’m a heel or impotent.”
“It’s a temptation to answer that question in detail. That’s not an auspicious, a positive beginning.”
“So, in addition to other things, my wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, has told you that I’m a negative person too?”
“Have you come to me to discuss your wife with me?”
“Certainly not if you are afraid to discuss her with her still legal Musalmān husband.”
I watched Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr astutely.
“Why do you want to discuss her with me?”
“Because I want to clear my own position.”
“Does it make any difference?”
“Not to you, not to my wife, but to me.” Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr also watched me circumspectly now.
“I see. How?”
“I’m sure she has portrayed me black in your eyes.”
“Every woman, who leaves her husband, does it.” I said gravely, “Even the most unfaithful wife never advises her lover, she is guilty of anything. What’s different there if Jamīlah Aurangzeb also resorted to the same line? You certainly don’t think me such a fool to believe her every word against you.”
“Why not? She is extremely beautiful. I know the power of an extreme Musalmān Beauty, rather Musalmān Beauties, on you ever sexual Hindus.”*
That night, after putting on her nightshirt, Lubnā Åālamgīr settled in on the far side of her bed and waited for Ħanīfah Arbāz to get back from the bathroom.
They had gotten the mattress set up for her, but Lubnā Åālamgīr didn’t think she would actually use it.
They always slept together in her bed when Ħanīfah Arbāz stayed over, it had plenty of room and neither of them had a problem with sharing.
Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, didn’t seem to understand that though and Lubnā Åālamgīr had given up trying to argue the point with her.
Ħanīfah Arbāz closed the door and turned off the light before walking over to the bed and climbing in beside Lubnā Åālamgīr.
They stayed up for a while just talking and giggling before eventually falling asleep.
Lubnā Åālamgīr woke sometime early in the morning.
She found that she had rolled onto her side facing away from Ħanīfah Arbāz.
She also found that at some point Ħanīfah Arbāz had curled up behind Lubnā Åālamgīr and draped her arm across her.
Lubnā Åālamgīr thought about shifting or waking her up, but it actually felt kind of nice and it wasn’t doing any harm.
Lubnā Åālamgīr lay there for a while feeling the warmth of Ħanīfah Arbāz’s body wrapped around herself, before drifting off again.
When Lubnā Åālamgīr awoke the second time, the sunlight was beginning to pour through the window and Lubnā Åālamgīr knew she had to get up soon.
Lubnā Åālamgīr gently lifted Ħanīfah Arbāz’s arm and started to slide out, trying not to wake her.
“Mmph, don’t go, you’re so cuddly,” Ħanīfah Arbāz mumbled.
She freed her arm from Lubnā Åālamgīr’s grasp and wrapped it back around her waist, holding Lubnā Åālamgīr tight.
“I gotta go to University Ħanīfah Arbāz,” Lubnā Åālamgīr said, tugging at her wrist.
“Just five more minutes.”
“Ħanīfah Arbāāāāāāāz−,” Lubnā Åālamgīr whined.
“Okay, okay.” She pulled her arm off Lubnā Åālamgīr and let Lubnā Åālamgīr crawl over her to get off the bed.
Lubnā Åālamgīr had a quick shower and grabbed some toast before just barely catching her bus.
University was predictably tedious, made worse that day because Lubnā Åālamgīr actually had a reason to want to get home afterward.
The main thing that kept Lubnā Åālamgīr from completely giving up on it was the knowledge that Lubnā Åālamgīr only had to get through a few more months and then Lubnā Åālamgīr was done.*
Life around home had gotten rather routine, in spite of the fact that her daughter and son both were also staying with her family.
About two weeks ago, something happened that changed her life forever.
It was a cooler summer evening and I was lying in the bedroom listening to some classical music I loved very much.
As far as I knew, my wife, my live in relationship partner, was doing a crossword puzzle in the other room and everyone else was gone doing their own things.
Ultimately, I decided to get myself a glass of juice from the kitchen.
Picking up my dirty socks, I threw them in the hamper as I walked past it on the way to the front of the house.
Approaching the dining room, I could see into the kitchen.
Then it caught my eye; growing bigger and bigger with every step I took.
Soon it was all that I could see.
It took up my whole visual field and caused my Uncut Hindu Cock to get instantly harder.
It was a giant ass in a pair of intense green sweat pants.
The pants were just tight enough that they formed the outline of both cheeks perfectly pushing deeply into that wonderful ass crack.
She was bent over the counter pushing out her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass invitingly.
I didn’t know, or care, what she was doing.
I just had to play with that big Musalmān ass!
It was firm enough that it stood up on its own; no sagging at all.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I just had to fuck the owner of that wonderful Musalmān ass.
Yes, yes, I doubtlessly have my morals.
Nevertheless, no morals stop a Hindu not to fuck a Musalmān Beauty if she is available to him and Hinduism/ Ved doesn’t prohibit him from doing it.
Now I was within reach and pondered her next move only for a couple of seconds before swinging into action.
Quickly I grabbed the elastic waistband of the sweat pants and gave a hearty downward yank.
It took a second yank as the front got caught between the counter and her magnanimous body.
Freed of that monster Musalmān ass the pants fell to her knees revealing a sexy pair of brilliant purple bikini XL panties.
My heart fluttered out of control.
Within a single second, I lifted my hand and gave that huge Musalmān bum a hard swat.
She made a little grunt.
Instantly I gave her a second swat twice as hard as the first.
This time she let out a loud squeal.
As I began, swinging my arm down full force for a third swing it came to me that my wife didn’t own any purple panties and in fact hated the color purple. And furthermore, that squeal sure didn’t sound like my wife’s voice.
Then it hit me like a thunderbolt exploding in my mind that my wife had said she had to go out for the evening and was only working on the crossword puzzles until it was time to leave.
Looking up her body, I realized that this was in fact my ‘daughter in law’, Åādilah Salāħuddīn, whom I was spanking.
Yes, Naåīmuddīn wasn’t my real son.
Nevertheless, his Ammī, Āsiyah Nādir, was my live in relationship partner now.
The third swat hit with a thunderous sound as my hand bounced off my hot rump from the pure force of the swat.
Instantaneously careful now, I quickly drew back my hand.
I was even more vigilant when she swung around to face me and my Uncut Hindu Cock began twitching in my pants.
I couldn’t believe that I was still horny and that part of me wanted Åādilah Salāħuddīn.
However, I had enough composure hurriedly to blurt out,
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I’m sorry I thought you were my wife, my live in relationship partner, Āsiyah Nādir.”
“You Hindu scoundrel, what do you think I don’t know you perfect? leave my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass alone. I perfectly know you are always after us Musalmān Beauties to fuck us.” she yelled as we were face to face inches apart.
Then she tried to slap the right and then left side of my face as hard as she could.
Already prepared for her such response, I held her arm before she could succeed.
“Bitch, I said I am sorry,” I snapped back and smacked both sides of her buttocks once again.
Why her buttocks?
I was certainly in obsession still now with her extraordinary incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty.
Even the awareness that she was my ‘daughter in law’, had couldn’t change my passion for her extraordinary beautiful buttocks.
She and her Musalmān husband, Naåīmuddīn always hated me openly that I had broken their home by snatching away, Āsiyah Nādir, from her duly married Musalmān husband.
They both were openly anti Hindu, criminal minded and immensely communal Musalmān.
“The fuck you are sorry, fuck head,” Åādilah Salāħuddīn’s face was red with anger.
Then again, I felt the nonstop attempts and potential sting of twin slaps across my face.
“You God Damn fucking communal Musalmān bitch,” I ranted slapping her buttocks even harder.
Our bodies were creeping closer together.
We could feel each other’s hot breath.
“You my Ammī fucking Hindu prick,” again she loaded to slap me.
I caught her hand again before the slap reached its target.
After a strange pause of about a second, our faces drew together with mouths wide open.
Before we knew what we were doing, we were engaged in the most passionate hungry kiss in the history of mankind.
Our hips now ground against each other.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I yelped as our lips parted for a millisecond.
“Yes, yes, I’m so hot, I am a Musalmān Beauty. Am I not?” my partner replied in the wildest of passion.
Hands traversed wildly over our bodies.
When I gave her wonderful magnificent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass a firm Hindu squeeze she responded by grinding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān pelvic bone hard against my Hindu erection.
Savagely she yanked open my shirt causing buttons to fly all over the kitchen.
Deciding what was good for her was good for me I returned the gesture and ripped her blouse open. Her buttons joined mine on the floor.
My hands grabbed her big Musalmān boobs through her bra and gave them a hard squeeze.
I was just about to reach around and unfasten the bra when I felt her hands on my belt.
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She was a little worried too.
Soon the shaking and shuddering stopped and the flow of juice reduced to a dripping.
Zubaydah Bābar attempted to stand up but her Musalmān legs were like rubber.
I grasped her under an arm and helped her turn around and sit on the back of the couch.
“How do you feel? Is that what you wanted?” I asked Zubaydah Bābar.
Zubaydah Bābar looked at me, pulled me to her and kissed me.
“That was exactly what I wanted. It was the best orgasm I ever had.”
Nishāt Nazli was still staring at her friend.
“Wow, you really liked that. I mean I really bit down hard. Didn’t it hurt?”
I answered for Zubaydah Bābar.
“Of course it hurt. Zubaydah Bābar likes a little pain with her pleasure. Don’t you, Zubaydah Bābar?”
Zubaydah Bābar nodded her head and a sheepish smile crossed her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face.
“I like it best when it hurts a little. I guess I’m weird.”
“I bet you like to be tied up too, and maybe some spanking or something.”
Now Zubaydah Bābar really started to blush.
“I never tried it, but it sounds like fun.” She admitted.
I helped her stand.
“Come on, Nishāt Nazli; let’s help her to my bed. She’s a little wrung out. Then we can see about her fantasies.”
Nishāt Nazli looked a little fearful.
“You’re not going to hurt me like that. Are you?”
“Not unless you want me to.” I told her as we helped Zubaydah Bābar to the bedroom. “Everybody has fantasies of some sort. Some are more mundane than others are. Some are outright weird and dangerous. Zubaydah Bābar’s are just a little rough. However, she has to be careful whom she acts them out with. The wrong person could really hurt her. She is a masochist. She likes pain. If she were to pair up with a hard-core sadist, he could really hurt her or maybe kill her if he really has a problem. Therefore, Zubaydah Bābar, promise me you won’t go indulging your fantasy with just anyone. Make sure you know them really well and preferably make sure there is a third person involved to put a stop to it if it starts to get out of hand.”
Zubaydah Bābar just nodded.
“I know it’s dangerous and I only let it go like that once before. I … I probably wouldn’t have let it happen today but I trust you. I know that Durgesh wouldn’t hurt me.” Zubaydah Bābar smiled at me.
I smiled back as we lay Zubaydah Bābar on the bed.
I crawled in beside Zubaydah Bābar and kissed her gently on the lips.
Nishāt Nazli sat on the edge of the bed and I looked at her.
“So Nishāt Nazli, what kind of fantasies do you have? What do you dream about that gets you really hot? If I can help, I will. If it’s too far out for me, then maybe we can get close.”
Nishāt Nazli blushed and looked away.
“I’ve already had most of my fantasies, like we did the other day. You know with you and Zubaydah Bābar, a three way. I also … well we’re living one now, all of us running around the house naked and a Hindu mature man chasing us around and screwing us.” Nishāt Nazli giggled.
“Hindu mature man?” Zubaydah Bābar smiled cunningly, “Have you noticed, here in Ved Nagar, it’s quite normal. Isn’t it?”
“What do you mean?” Nishāt Nazli looked at Zubaydah Bābar questioningly.
“Hindus here, are enjoying marital relations and live in relationship with modern young Musalmān Beauties more, than anywhere. Haven’t you noticed it? In a recent survey, here at Ved Nagar, 90% mature Hindus are found having marital relations/live in relationships with the ultramodern PhD Musalmān Beauties aged 28 to 35, while the Hindus are mostly aged 50 and above.”
“Long live Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.” I said curtly.
Nishāt Nazli twisted herself to me.
“You mean Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has done it?”
“What do you think? It’s natural?”
“Why not?” Zubaydah Bābar said, “I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah why she prefers you. She says she wants a man for her, thoroughly experienced, strong, capable, not a boy that is as inexperienced as she herself is.”
“You are repeating only what the young Musalmān Beauties life partners of 90% mature Hindus of Ved Nagar said in that survey.” I said bitterly.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli both looked at each other and smiled.
“Don’t you agree with them?” Zubaydah Bābar asked me somewhat uncertainly.
“Well, it’s their life and it’s their decision.” I said noncommittally.
“But you don’t appreciate it, do you?”
“I think there’s another view also expressed about it.”
“Of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s, your former live in relationship partner’s?”
“She is still the Attorney General here at Ved Nagar.” I said gravely, “Isn’t she?”
“Sure,” Bābarah Åālamgīr interfered entering there and joining us, “our Mayor is the most lenient man in the history of entire humankind. Everyone advised him to take action against the present Attorney General, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. Yet, he denied all such suggestions.”*
The visit had been quite unexpected.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had forgotten that she had made the appointment.
She had forgotten to cancel it.
She should have canceled it after she’d promised to have dinner with the Mayor.
Now, Jamīlah Aurangzeb was trying to get it over with as quickly and gracefully as possible.
Yet, Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t want to hurt the man sitting opposite her.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan was a great man, as far as she knew him.
He was one of the most respected men here at Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān always tried to disgrace him either this way or that, but Durgesh had suddenly granted the request of Sarvochch Brahmarshi, to make Imām Muħammad Ħasan the executive head of Ashvinātam, the residence of the Mayor of Ved Nagar.
Nafīsah Salmān laughed on it ironically.
“Prakash succeeded ultimately in pleasing his younger most successful Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat Bhābhījān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the new President of former Saůūdī Årab. Nafīsah Salmān Bhābhījān is not as important for Sarvochch Brahmarshi now, as she was once. I’m surprised at even Durgesh surrendered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I never imagined it even.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.
“You must not be as jealous to your own daughter, Ammī, as you are now. Durgesh surrendered to me? Hahaha. Sarvochch Brahmarshi succeeded in pleasing me ultimately? Does he even need it ever?”
At another time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb could have really enjoyed talking with such a man of principles that he even sacrificed his position in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat’s National Council.
They called it that.
In imitation of Ved Nagar’s Council?
But Ved Nagar wasn’t a country.
Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat was.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb couldn’t enjoy however it now.
Not tonight, with the heap of papers on her desk still to be read, with the long tense evening in the Ashvinātam.
Well, she was capable enough not to feel awkward facing her former live in relationship partner.
It would have been normal if only her daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, hadn’t exaggerated it.
She was still making it a great issue.
“It’s normal, Bābarah.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb had tried to explain it to her daughter, “I needed Durgesh once as much as you need him now. You may think it was my obsession to him. You may think I needed extraordinary sex then. Now you are yourself an adult. You can understand it now thoroughly. Why the hell are you exaggerating it?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was furious.
“I am exaggerating it?”
“Certainly not. Durgesh is exaggerating it.”
“That you are his stepdaughter?” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled ironically.
“Am not I?”
“Certainly not. A stepdaughter relationship is a marital relationship, not a relationship that comes out of a live in relationship.”
“I agree with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled, “live in relationship doesn’t generate any marital relationship because live in relationship itself isn’t a marital relationship. You and Durgesh were never married. So, there isn’t any harm if I replace you myself as Durgesh’s new live in relationship partner.”
“That’s right. That’s the legal status of this relationship here in Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said.
Bābarah Åālamgīr beamed at her Ammī.
“That’s the legal opinion of the Attorney General of India?”
“Attorney General of Ved Nagar.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb smiled at her daughter, “Ved Nagar legally now somewhat enjoys the special status like Jammu and Kashmir. It has its own Attorney General. Ved Nagar is too advanced in technology that the rest of India can’t maintain same legal system. The Government of India has to allow Ved Nagar to have its own legal system and its own Attorney General, as Ved Nagar refused to separate itself from India.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Ved Nagar hates separation ab initio. It wants to bring the entire infinite creations, instead, under one Federal Government with utmost possible autonomy to every member state.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“What do you think of your husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, Attorney General of Ved Nagar?” Imām Muħammad Ħasan asked Jamīlah Aurangzeb casually.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan, scrutinizing him now.
What was he after, actually?
She smiled, casually herself.
“What do I think of my husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr?”
“Sure, that was my question.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb immediately thought of the physical Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
No doubt, her husband was very impressive among Musalmīn with his bearded face.
Even the persons, who did not hate terrorist Musalmīn to the extent Dr. Ali Sina, his co-authors and his followers did, respected Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr very much.
Yet, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, knew very well, what her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was actually.
She smiled ironically.
Perhaps, Imām Muħammad Ħasan was right.
Her husband, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, was perhaps fooling even Durgesh successfully.
Was it her own mistake?
She shouldn’t have asked him for divorce.*
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a blustering, loud mouthed, braying, harsh, and almost as tall as Durgesh, with a rasping, rough, voice.
His eyes were small squinting, and gimlet in a small round head set atop a short thick neck on a brawny, strong, expanse of chest.
It was however, his exterior.
It wasn’t as important as his interior was in her opinion.
Should she confirm Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s doubts about her husband?
“Frankly,” Jamīlah Aurangzeb said, “I think Durgesh and you both know about my husband even more than me. Durgesh respects you more and his faith in you is stronger than even Durgesh’s faith in Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Nafīsah Salmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“That’s right. Yet you are his wife.”
“So what? Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr isn’t one of the persons who have more faith in his wife/wives than in the persons more reliable to him.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan kept smiling.
“How many wives he has?”
“Three more I think, according to Muslim Personal Law.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.
“Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr obeys Muslim Personal Law?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan prudently.
“He has to, if he wants to keep Muslim opinion with him.”
“It isn’t any Islamic country.”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan couldn’t believe Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
“Ved Nagar is worse in some matters?”
“Sure, why are you so surprised?”
“They say Ved Nagar is the best place to live at, for Musalmān Beauties.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled shrewdly.
“They are right. Yet, even the best place to live at, for us Musalmān Beauties, is being hounded by the shrewdest Pseudo Musalmīn now.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb retorted once more.
“You mean you Musalmān Beauties aren’t safe from Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists even here at Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
“Ved Nagar has an utmost dangerous policy.”
“And what’s that, if I may ask the Attorney General of Ved Nagar?”
Jamīlah Aurangzeb again watched him scrutinizing.
“Ved Nagar believes in ‘Imām Nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt’ and ‘Indro nirjyotishā tamaso gā aduxat’.”
“And it’s dangerous?”
“Sure it is.” Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, said academically, “Ved Nagar is an ideal state established by Durgesh, Prakāsh, Ved Prakāsh and other Vedic Monotheist Hindus…”
“I don’t think so.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, looked at him quite surprised.
“You don’t think so?”
“No. For your kind information, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, the Attorney General of Ved Nagar, the Musalmān Beauties having marital/Sexual/Love/live in relationships with the Hindus are more in numbers than Hindus even that established Ved Nagar. Moreover, I am also one of the persons that are responsible for establishment of Ved Nagar.”*
Jamīlah Aurangzeb was dumbfounded.
She watched Imām Muħammad Ħasan incredulously.
“Youuuuuuuuuuuuuu? You are one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan watched Jamīlah Aurangzeb shrewdly.
“Why are you so surprised?”
“I thought you are a communal Musalmān.”
Imām Muħammad Ħasan smiled.
“If you are a communal Musalmān, why the hell you were one of the persons that found Ved Nagar?”
“Either you aren’t a communal Musalmān or you aren’t one of the persons that found Ved Nagar.”*
I looked at the pile of paperwork on my desk and rubbed at my eyes.
It had been a really long day, and only midway through what was bound to be a long week.
It had begun with my friend Aħmad Åbdullāh’s death two days ago, and since then the Island had been a hive of activity getting things prepared.
In a couple of days Aħmad Åbdullāh’s children would arrive on the Island, having just found out that they were triplets given up for adoption, and they’d be meeting here for the very first time.
On top of that, I had a burial to organise for Aħmad Åbdullāh on the Island.
Add in organising supplies and planning for every contingency, and it was no wonder I felt exhausted somewhat.
It was two in the morning and high time I had some stress relief.
I got up from my desk and moved to the door of my office, part of my home on the Island upstairs from the clinic, and headed for the exit, moving quietly down the stairs, as was my habit.
Once outside, I smiled.
I’d always loved the cool breeze that caressed the Island through the night.
I turned left and took the path down to the beach, taking a right between two large bushes on the narrow path the kitchen staff used to bring supplies into the kitchens.
A couple of turns and I was moving around the edge of the building where the Island’s food was prepared and stored, unstaffed at this time of night.
I knew if anyone spotted me s/he’d just assume I was going for my habitual late night snack, but I knew different.
I bypassed the main doors to the kitchen and entered the small courtyard that served the dual purpose of somewhere to store the trash and somewhere the chefs and porters could sneak out to for a smoke.
Casually I glanced around.
Seeing no one, I slipped over to the backdoor of the pastry kitchen and entered a code in the keypad, a different code from the one normally used to open the door.
A quiet bump sounded next to one of the bins and I moved to the corner, reached down and pulled the handle that was now protruding from the flagstoned yard.
A small hatch appeared with a ladder heading down, barely visible in the moonlight.
I quickly slid myself into the narrow passage and closed the hidden hatch above me, seeing the dim lights illuminating the twenty-three rungs below me.
Reaching the bottom, I turned around and punched another code into the wall and the small box beside it opened.
I pressed my hand to the small screen inside the box and the door, beside me, swung open.
I smiled in anticipation.
I had a lot of catching up to do.
I entered the saferoom, or as I thought of it, the ‘Bunker’ where I could retreat to if the Island was ever attacked.
I ignored the open plan living area and kitchen and moved straight to the door on my left, a control room where I could make contact with the outside world if need be, but my focus wasn’t on the emergency facilities.
I moved straight to the console housing the covert CCTV system that Aħmad Åbdullāh had painstakingly built in secret over the last fifteen years.
My friend’s words came back to me, as they always did when he looked at the setup.
“There’s no point in being trapped in here. Much better to see what’s going on outside. Then you retain an advantage the other side doesn’t even know about. Information is power.”
I smiled and moved to the large leather desk chair facing the bank of fifteen screens.
Three large screens, a dozen smaller, all assigned letters from A to O.
The one hundred and thirty eight cameras hidden around the Island were numbered, making the system incredibly simple to operate.
Simply type in the letter for the screen, then the camera number, hit enter and that’s what you saw.
The whole system was set up on a motion-activation principle, immediately discarding data that had nothing happening and that suited my purposes perfectly.
I settled my fingers on the keyboard, typed A68 and hit Enter.
The first of the three large screens flickered into view, a camera situated in the bedroom of Aħmad Åbdullāh’s favourite PA, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.
She was one of my favourites too, a hot, toned Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān blonde with a bundle of intelligence and determination.
It wasn’t her intellect that interested me at present though, as I watched the live feed from her vacant bedroom.
My memory provided me hundreds of images of her sleeping in that very bed.
I felt the familiar stirring in my Hindu groin and smiled.
Time to move the recording back.
My fingers found the small dial next to the keyboard, punched in the camera number and then rotated it back.
The simple system allowed me to review all recorded footage from that particular camera and I was viewing it in reverse.
A couple of chambermaids darted around briefly at high speed, and then the footage caught up to Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad undressing, and then sleeping.
The footage continued in reverse at high speed, skipping past hours of her lying still.
She’d been asleep for five hours or so when I saw her leap out of bed, naked, and grab a towel, then disappearing backwards into the bathroom.
I reset the dial, my left hand coming to rest on my belt, and as the footage began to play on the screen, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unfastened my belt and trousers.
She had joined me in the meantime.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared from the bathroom, her skin flushed from the shower, wrapped in a fluffy white towel.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled down my fly and slid her hand in my trousers.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad opened her towel.
I saw her side on as she lifted the towel, her body taught and firm, her breasts pert and round.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slipped her hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly stroking me as I watched Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad dry herself.
She moved too quickly for me though, drying herself rapidly then slipping under the sheet on her bed, settling down to go to sleep.
I frowned and punched in B69, bringing up the footage from the en-suite bathroom in Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s room.
I punched 69 in next to the dial and rolled it back, seeing her in a high-speed blur in the shower, moving it back to play as soon as the maid appeared who’d cleaned the bathroom earlier.
While Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stroked me in anticipation, the maid finished her work, the lighting changed and Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad appeared.
Dressed only in a black thong, she walked up to the sink, her gorgeous Musalmān breasts on display.
she brushed her teeth.
I zoomed the camera in on her ever-erect Musalmān breasts.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock as I watched them jiggle back and forth with every motion of her arm.
“Come on, you hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered. “Get in the damn shower.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled and squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock eloquently.
The teeth brushing continued for another minute.
Then Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad disappeared off screen.
I zoomed the view back out, seeing her step into the shower cubicle.
The water began immediately and I slowed the footage down as she stepped out the cubicle to remove her thong.
In slow motion, Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad inserted her thumbs in her waistband and bent over, sliding the black material down her hips, thighs and finally to the floor, and with a casual flick of her foot, the thong ended up back in the bedroom.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s grip tightened on my Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad always did this before she went in the shower.
I zoomed in a little closer.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad stood up straight and stretched, her arms rising high above her head, her ever-erect Musalmān breasts jutting out.
I groaned, squeezing my lips in anticipation of what came next.
Her right hand slid down over her taught, flat stomach, sliding down over her shaved skin until her middle finger made contact with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clitoris.
“Go on, you fucking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī hot Musalmān Sex goddess,” I muttered as I watched.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed and took my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Panjvaqtah Namāzī mouth.
She started to suck me devotedly.
Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad’s middle finger rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit up and down a couple of times, then in slow-motion, she moved it down her slit, rubbed up and down once, then plunged her middle finger deep inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Fuck that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ever hottest sex goddess,” I growled.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,
“Fuck me, imagine you are fucking the bitch Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad, instead of me.”
“Why the imagination? You are far more beautiful than Al Kħadījah Al Muħammad.”
“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan put her palm on my chest and pushed me back gently.
I lay on my back now.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan immediately straddled on my standing perpendicular Uncut Hindu Cock.
It disappeared into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young Cunt, gradually, entirely ultimately.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked at me.
“Happy, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties?”
“Sure, my dear ever young Musalmān lady.” I myself returned her wink lewdly, “What the hell more my Uncut Hindu Cock demands after all?”
“A Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt around it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed suggestively.
I pulled her on me and kissed vehemently.
We both were nude now entirely.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was a nudist feminist.
To meet her on her own ground, I had to be myself a nudist manist, nothing less.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wanted wildest animal sex.
She was a strict One Man Woman.
It was natural that I had to provide her the wildest animal sex she loved very much.
Well, contrary to the general outlook, I never thought Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was wrong in her desire however.
Her body needed it.
She was rightfully getting it from me.
It was her fundamental woman right on her man.
It was her fundamental human right on her man.
There wasn’t anything wrong in it.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Listen attentively, please. I’m right in the middle of a delicate matter. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd is my half-brother.”
“As Al Nadīm Al Quddūs is?” I asked.
“Sure. I’m running away to save my business, my legal competence, my life even from my ever-greedy relatives. They have successfully established until now that my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, has murdered my son, Muħammad bin Qāsim, masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Muħammad bin Qāsim has also run away as I have, but they have successfully produced our dead bodies.”
“Chachājān, are you sure Muħammad bin Qāsim Bhāī is alive?” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās asked Al Muħammad Al Qāsim gravely.
“How the hell can be I? Durgesh is my lawyer, my savior, my son in law, everything. He has to find out for me whether my son Muħammad bin Qāsim is still alive or they have already killed him successfully.”
“I don’t think they would be such damn fools.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said, “Muħammad bin Qāsim is Durgesh’s sālā, brother in law. They won’t kill him ever as killing a sālā, a brother in law, of Durgesh would turn Durgesh into their irrevocable executioner.”
“What about my daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“She is my live in relationship partner now.” I said, “None can prove Al Kubrah Al Qāsim has really murdered her younger brother. They can’t prove the dead bodies they have found are really of you both. It’s not easy for them to prove corpus delicti even. How the hell can then they prosecute my wife Al Kubrah Al Qāsim?”
“Thank you, my son. Thank you very much.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wiped his tear-filled eyes with a handkerchief, “I thought they are continuously succeeding despite your open interest in protecting my family and me. Muħammad bin Qāsim and me, both of us, had to run away and had to resort to go under cover. Al Kubrah Al Qāsim is a fugitive from justice. Even I am not safe here too. They have murdered someone downstairs…”
“Why?” I asked patiently, fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās wildly.
“What do you mean ‘why’?” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim shouted, “Isn’t that obvious?”
“Are you teasing me, Durgesh, my son?”
“Never. The opposite sex is still available to me. Why the hell would I tease you then?”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed.
Al Zāhid was also trying to hide his smile.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim subsided.
“You are a hell of a son in law.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim tried to suppress his own smile too. “It’s dangerous that a murder is right there downstairs. The more of a mystery they make of it, the longer the thing drags out the more notoriety I may get. I can’t afford it at all.”*
When we got home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās showed me how much she appreciated my help.
As soon as we got to the living room, she had her hands on the waistband of my shorts and began to tug them down.
As they hit my knees and exposed my Uncut Hindu Cock, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās engulfed me in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and swallowed me deeply.
I could feel her Musalmān throat muscles working the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās deep throated me and then as she pulled me out, licked the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock, and sucked me until I shot my load of Hindu sperm into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās rolled it around in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, savoring the flavor for a bit before swallowing it.
“You know I never liked the taste of cum until I met you. Now I can’t get enough. If I didn’t like to feel it shooting in inside me I’d have you shoot in my mouth all the time. Now come on, let’s go to the bedroom so you can use that thing where it is intended to be used. I didn’t get any this morning because I got up too early.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās led me to the bedroom where she brought me back to hardness with her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth before she crawled on top of me and rode me to her own orgasm.
Then we both fell asleep for an early afternoon nap.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr left early the next morning to pick up their things and move them in to my house.
That left Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar alone with me for two days.
As we stood on the street and waved goodbye, Nishāt Nazli looked at me,
“So are you going to take care of us now or later?” She asked.
“Anytime you want.” I winked at her.
“I don’t know after the last time I was sore the rest of the day, but I will admit that met was worth it.” Zubaydah Bābar grinned.
I reached out, placed a hand on the back of each Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, and began to steer them to the house.
I continued to laugh and joke with them as I did.
I also had placed my hand on the ties of their Thong tops and as I walked with them, I grasped the end of each of the knots on their tops and suddenly pulled.
It worked perfectly my tug on the strings had untied the knots and a second pull had removed the tops from them.
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stopped in surprise and stood in the middle of the street with their Musalmān tits hanging out, staring in surprise at me.
As they stared at me, I reached out as if to grab their bottoms.
Both realized they were topless in the middle of the street, and about to be bottomless also, at the same instant.
They squealed and ran for the house.
I chuckled and strolled in behind them twirling their tops as I walked.
As I mounted the stairs, I saw both Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli standing inside the house waiting for me, a cross between fury and mirth on their faces.
They saw the humor in the situation and it overshadowed the anger they normally would have shown.
As I walked through the door, they both were laughing already.
“You got us that time. Lucky it wasn’t later in the day when people would have been around.” Zubaydah Bābar admonished me with a laugh.
I just grinned,
“Well, I figured we could get started right away.” I said as I advanced toward them.
Nishāt Nazli started to back up but Zubaydah Bābar stood her ground and as I reached her, I lay a hand on her breast and began gently to rub it.
Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and sighed.
“OK you caught me now you can have your way with me.” As she spoke, Zubaydah Bābar started to pull the bottom of her thong off.
It hit the floor.
Zubaydah Bābar turned around and bent herself over the couch, exposing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to me.
I wasted no time.
I dropped my shorts and stepped behind her.
Standing there with my Uncut Hindu Cock exposed I began to rub it in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips.
Zubaydah Bābar was wet and ready.
“Zubaydah Bābar, is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot ever not wet?” I asked as I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide around the outer lips and then up over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass then back to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“It’s wet whenever I’m around that Uncut Hindu Lund of yours.” Zubaydah Bābar winked at me impishly.
I chuckled and then in a single thrust speared her with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I let it sit for a minute and then began slowly to pump on her, letting my hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide in and out of her sopping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Zubaydah Bābar groaned in appreciation of the Hindu monster that was working her.
Zubaydah Bābar moved over to the couch and kneeled on it in front of Nishāt Nazli as I fucked her and offered Nishāt Nazli her massive Musalmān tits.
Nishāt Nazli began to suck her friend’s Musalmān tits as she was being fucked from behind.
As Nishāt Nazli sucked and licked, her nipples Zubaydah Bābar closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and savored the attention.
“Durgesh, Zubaydah Bābar likes it really hard and fast. She likes to be fucked like she’s getting raped.” Nishāt Nazli told me.
I looked at Zubaydah Bābar and not knowing if Nishāt Nazli was putting me on or not, decided to take a chance.
I slowly pulled myself out of Zubaydah Bābar until my Uncut Hindu Cock was just resting at the entrance to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and paused.
Then I rammed forward as hard as I could and pulled back and repeated the stroke.
Zubaydah Bābar grunted hard with each Hindu slam her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot got.
She released Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and looked back over her shoulder.
“Yeah. Bravo. Wallah, that’s how I like it, slam me, hurt me. Uhhhh… Give me some pain to go with it. FUCK ME, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar managed to get out between my Hindu thrusts.
I kept up the violent pounding.
“So you like it rough!” I said then I drew my hand back from her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān hip and smacked her hard across her ass.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and I did it again.
All the while plowing my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and banging away.
I smacked her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass again and again then reached down and grabbed some of the tender flesh at her inner thigh, near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and pinched and twisted.
It sent a wave of pain through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and into her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp onto my Uncut Hindu Cock and cum on me.
“So bitch, you like it hurt do you.” I started banging even harder on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and Zubaydah Bābar started to cum again.
Now as I fucked Zubaydah Bābar I reached around, grabbed her nipple, and twisted it. “Like that do you?” I asked.
“Oh yeah. Fuck me hard. Hurt me, you old Hindu scoundrel, rape me.” Zubaydah Bābar screamed.
“Nishāt Nazli,” I commanded, “Get underneath this young Musalmān bitch and bite her Musalmān tit.”
Nishāt Nazli looked at me and hesitated.
“Do it.” I demanded.
Nishāt Nazli slid beneath her friend, took her nipple in her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, and bit down, a love bite.
“Harder!” Zubaydah Bābar screamed as she grabbed a handful of Nishāt Nazli’s Musalmān tit.
Nishāt Nazli hesitated and then bit down hard on her friend’s Musalmān tit.
Zubaydah Bābar screamed and began to cum in a flood, her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body shook and shuddered as though she passed into a fit.
Nishāt Nazli slid out from under her friend and moved around behind her.
I had pulled out of her as she lost control and watched.
Nishāt Nazli could not believe the way the cum was running out of her friend, she stared in awe.*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim had certainly acted against her younger brother, Muħammad bin Qāsim, before Muħammad bin Qāsim disappeared.
It was even before she met me as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s friend, not Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s.
It was the meeting when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim decided to fuck me managing her car’s distributor incidence.
She had to.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was with her when Al Kubrah Al Qāsim entered my private office.
He was trailing along behind Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
It was more than obvious that Muħammad bin Qāsim was being led, instead coming there voluntarily.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim’s attitude was one of elder sisterly indignation.
“Durgesh, I know your beloved, my younger sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, isn’t with us. Yet, I can’t tell it to Al Zakāt Al Qāsim. It’s a delicate matter about our younger brother.”
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim’s sullen, hostile, features.
“Just a minute,” I warned Al Kubrah Al Qāsim gravely, “I already have a client in this case. Legally I am disqualified to represent you as your lawyer without my client’s express permission. Please don’t tell me anything in confidence. I may not be legally free to help you.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim produced an envelope that had a hand written address on it.
I scrutinized it carefully.
The address on the sealed envelope was mine and I was sure it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting.
I opened the envelope myself.
It contained a letter in Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s handwriting that he had retained me as the family lawyer. I had to represent every family member. If I was not qualified legally to represent some family member, I can engage any advocate to assist me in the court.
A check for Ten million dollars was already given to me.
I smiled at Al Kubrah Al Qāsim.
“Alright, in the light of this express authority letter I can represent you too and anything you say to me is now privileged communication. You may shoot now.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me equally gravely now.
“You are my younger sister’s, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s, live in relationship partner. You are yourself a family member. This thing has been preying on my mind ever since I heard what Muħammad bin Qāsim said to the police. I thought at first, my duty was to back up my younger brother in a chivalrous, in a loyal and gallant attempt. In my opinion, Muħammad bin Qāsim was protecting a young woman’s good name. Then, when I began to think of how serious it might be…”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim paused, watched Muħammad bin Qāsim scrutinizing him judiciously, and continued,
“Because−well, because perhaps that murder is linked with it. I can’t keep quiet any longer.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled good-naturedly.
“What’s eating you? What’s got into you, Bājī?”*
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim didn’t hesitate even a bit.
“You may think, Muħammad bin Qāsim, that your elder sister is throwing you to the wolves, but…”
“Never,” Muħammad bin Qāsim said gravely, “you just go ahead and tell Jījū what’s eating you. And don’t worry about me. Your younger brother is a big boy now, Bājī. I can take care of not only myself but yours too as well.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim kept looking anxiously at me.
“Don’t you think I’m doing the right thing, Durgesh?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed.
“Oh, go ahead and spill out to him whatsoever you want to. Let it be out of your system now. However, it doesn’t make any difference to me. I want everyone to understand it definitely and finally.”
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim looked at me.
“Durgesh, I don’t think he is telling the truth. Would you mind to explain to my foolish younger brother the importance of telling the truth in legal matter, especially when there’s a murder is involved?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled ironically.
“Have you been taking liberties with the truth, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked, “Perhaps just fudging the least little bit.”
“Certainly not, Jījū. I’m not a damn fool enough to do that.”
“Muħammad bin Qāsim, I know that you have.” Al Kubrah Al Qāsim contradicted him, “I tell you I heard that shot and got up. I looked in your room. You weren’t in your bed. You hadn’t been in your room.”*
Imām Muħammad Ħasan didn’t speak even a single word.
Both Al Muħammad Al Qāsim and his most dearest daughter, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, were his most loyal followers.
Yet, there was a difference too in their following of Imām Muħammad Ħasan.
Al Kubrah Al Qāsim was one of those rare Musalmān Beauties who still followed Imām Muħammad Ħasan, not Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, even while the tremendous success of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in Saůūdī Årab, now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat and in countless Hindu Lund Muslim Choot Islands.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had claimed that even Al Jannat had Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah in majority.
Even Ħuzūrs were actually a Hindu, not a Musalmān.
The Musalmīn means only the persons who are devoted and dedicated to establish peace everywhere even at the cost of self-sacrifice.
That’s what Al Shahādat fil Islam does mean, not for spreading any kind of imperialism whether Årab Imperialism whether Iranian or some other whatsoever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had further claimed that before 1857, there was Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere in majority.
The Pseudo Ummat-e-Muslimah has always been brought to minority, if not abolished.
That’s why there was such a perfect Hindu Muslim Unity before 1857.
The True Musalmīn never resorted to the communal interpretations of Al Qur’an Al Kareem, Al Aħādīs Al Muqaddasāt and Al Tārīkħ Al Islam.
They never interpreted ‘Wa lā tunkiħū al musharikīn ħattā yu’minū.’
‘And don’t marry polytheistic men to your women until they bring Īmān.’
−Al Qur’an Al Kareem: 2 Al Baqarah| 221,
−as ‘don’t marry Vedic Monotheist Hindus even.
To them, it was a månvī taħrīf, a distortion in meaning of Al Qur’an Al Kareem and deniable consequently, accordingly.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had even offered Imām Muħammad Ħasan that she could manage his own mårāj, as Allah Rabbil Åālmīn Subħān wa tålā had arranged for Ħuzūrs.
Imām Muħammad Ħasan could himself go in the past and watch himself the majority of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah everywhere with his own eyes.
He wanted to have both Al Kubrah Al Qāsim and Al Muħammad Al Qāsim with him in his time travel proposed thus, by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
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Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was as grateful to me as he could never be to anyone else.
None could believe it was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim.
He pleaded with Durgesh to protect him from his ever-greedy relatives or whoever the persons trying to prove him incompetent legally.
They could even murder him if they couldn’t prove him incompetent.
They had successfully staged the murder of Muħammad bin Qāsim framing his own most efficient daughter Al Kubrah Al Qāsim masquerading as Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
And now they were spreading the rumors that Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand is the brain behind this conspiracy with Vikram Bachhalyā and Pratāp Bachhalyā masterminding it all.
If Durgesh were not safeguarding Al Muħammad Al Qāsim it wasn’t any surprise Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would have been dead by now.*
And they say Durgesh is anti Muslim, Durgesh is communal.
They say Durgesh helps Musalmīn only when the Musalmīn let Durgesh fuck their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies.
Well, if even it is so, isn’t Durgesh better than his Musalmān sons in law and his ever greedy Musalmān relatives?
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim would never let Durgesh down.
Durgesh hasn’t let him down even for his ever-cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus.
They say Durgesh helps only the Musalmān damsels in distress so that he can fuck them to satisfy his ever unquenchable infinite communal sexual Hindu lust for them.
Then why the hell Durgesh is helping Al Muħammad Al Qāsim against his ever cunning Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus?
Isn’t Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, incredibly beautiful?
Isn’t she fucking Durgesh herself?
But isn’t Durgesh playing game with Bhābhījān, Al Safiyah Al Ghaus, too to safeguard Al Muħammad Al Qāsim?
Damn the anti Durgesh ever communal Pseudo Musalmīn.
Another Årab Sheikħ came hurrying from the room behind the curtained doorway.
“Welcome to the savior, welcome to the ever greatest son in law of the Al Qāsim Al Åbbās families.”
The Årab Sheikħ came forward, smiling respectfully.
Powerful shoulders pushed out a short, muscular arm.
Thick strong fingers grasped my hand.
“I’m Zāhid, Al Zāhid Al Saåīd.”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim actually, lowered the lids of his eyes.
His skin was so transparent and wax like at the moment that he seemed almost as a corpse.
Then his eyes slowly opened.
The look of intense concentration had departed.
There was a smile on his lips now.
Moreover, in his eyes, there was a kindly twinkle.
“Forgive me, Durgesh my son, I need a good lawyer. I wanted to see if you really measured up.”
“Well,” I smiled, “Didn’t Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, your own daughter, told you about me?”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched my strong Uncut Hindu Lund coming out until head from Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and vanishing into the same again up to my balls.
“Well,” he smiled, “her need is different and my need is different.”*
I immediately saw what Bābarah Åālamgīr had been talking about.
She was all bubbly and energetic.
As she sat there and reviewed her plans with us, we smiled at each other.
“I figured if we leave around 7 AM tomorrow we will get to my place around noon or so. Then we can load everything up, and be gone, in an hour or so. Maybe more, so I can spend some time with my Ammī. However, I definitely want to be gone before Durgesh gets home. It won’t take long to load because all my stuff is still in the boxes from the dorm and in another 15 minutes or so, I’ll grab the few things left in my room. That will put us at your place in the late afternoon and we can either load up or wait and spend the night or if you want, we can get a motel room. Then come back the next day and be here for supper or maybe a little later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās gushed out non-stop.
“So why are you so upbeat and happy today, you’re acting like you won the lottery?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at her, then at me.
She smiled demurely and looked down before she said,
“Well, I spent last night with a really wonderful man and I saw parts of him I’ve never seen before. And it made me feel really special. Besides that, I realized how much Durgesh loves Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and that not everyone is as distant and uncaring as my father is or as cold as my stepfather. I realized what a parent is supposed to be like and I am so happy to share some time with him. It is sickening isn’t it?” She giggled out the last statement.
I was a little cautious at her references to me.
I never did take praise well.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just looked at her friend.
She realized that whatever happened last night, her Hindu Stepfather must have opened up a little at least.
And where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had been a little hesitant before, she was now fully fledged in love with me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and felt genuine warmth radiating from her friend and happiness.
Bābarah Åālamgīr felt happy for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, as well as happy for me.
She decided that I was probably falling for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, but in my own way.
Slowly and carefully, like a man driving down a hill riding the brakes all the way.
I would get there, but in my own good time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr decided that I was cautious enough so she changed the subject
“How are we going to get your car down here?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“That piece of junk probably wouldn’t survive the trip. I called my uncle and he’s giving me $500 for it so I can fix it for my cousin. Between that and the money, we got playing golf I have enough for a down payment. That’s the other surprise I bought a car this morning the guy who rents the trucks sells cars and I got a good deal.”
Now I stopped and suspicion and alarm in my voice I asked.
“Where did you buy this car?”
She looked at me, startled.
“At the lot down on the strip, Bayside Auto, Why, is everything Ok.”
“I don’t know. Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās I don’t want to stick my nose in your business. After all it is your money, but since you bought it from me it might be wise if I took a look at it.” I offered.
“Durgesh, isn’t that where you got my car?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Yes it is. I only deal with him because I own the land my lot sits on and I lease it to him. He’s afraid if I jerk him around, I’ll close him down because he’s always behind in the rent. So if it’s Ok with you Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, we can take a ride down and talk to him.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās seemed a little crestfallen.
“Ok, I was going to talk to you first anyway but he made it sound like such a good deal and I had somebody coming to look at it this afternoon. I didn’t want to lose it and now I screwed up.”
“You may not have screwed up. Besides, if you did you are in good company because everybody that lives here has bought a car from him at one time or another and most regretted it. Therefore, you may have lots of company. Or maybe you got a good one like I did for Bābarah Åālamgīr.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I got into my car and headed down to the used car lot.
“No matter what happens or what I say just don’t protest. We will work him a bit.” I admonished her on the drive down.
We parked the car, got out, and we immediately met a sales representative.
“Just tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here.” I ordered.
“Well, Āftāb Aħmad’s a little busy right now. How can I help you?”
“You can help by doing what you’re told. Go tell Āftāb Aħmad that I am here and he will be pissed if he’s not out here in 30 seconds flat.”
The guy gave me a look that said I stepped in something bad and sauntered off to the office.
We could see someone peeking out through the blinds of the office and shortly Āftāb Aħmad came out of the building.
“Is that the guy you dealt with?” I asked Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
“That’s him.” She answered.
“Ok just smile and act excited.” I told her.
“Hey Durgesh, how’s it going? Is this little lady a friend of yours?”
“Yep she is. I just figured we could take a look at what she bought.”
“Well, I wish I had known that before I could have worked her a good deal on something better. I could cut a deal on that one over their or the blue one too.”
“Well Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you go look at the cars and tell Āftāb Aħmad which ones you really like and let’s see if I can make you happy today.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked at the two men and then at the cars.
“Well I can’t afford much.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, Āftāb Aħmad has a big markup on some of these. He can move a lot and on others, he can’t. Therefore, that’s why I said to pick a couple of them out and we’ll go over it. He’s going to do you a good deal because he’s a friend of mine. Right, Āftāb Aħmad?”
“That’s right. Let Little lady pick some car out and we’ll talk about it. But now that I know you’re a friend of Durgesh. I’m not going to let you have the one we talked about earlier. It’s not good enough for you.”
So reluctantly, Nasīm Muåāwiyah wandered off to look at the cars.
As she left, I turned to Āftāb Aħmad.
“Āftāb Aħmad, you owe me 6 months back rent so whatever she wants she is going to get and without her knowing that any of it is coming out of my pocket. I’m not going to gouge you but I want her happy! Understand.”
“Ah Durgesh, things have been slow. I’ll get the money to ‘ya like always.”
“I know you will and I’m going to get at least some of it today. And when I said Understand” that was not a question that was a statement. I never bust your balls about the rent. Now I’m getting a favor in return or I can let Firdaus send the sheriff down and padlock everything like she’s always bitching at me to do. You know I let her handle the rental properties and you know what a bitch she can be. So decide me or her.”
Āftāb Aħmad licked his lips and without further hesitation,
“Whatever I can do for you Durgesh, it’s yours. I know you work with her and I ain’t stupid enough to want to deal with Firdaus. I hate to complain but I really would like to rework the lease.”
“Cut her a good deal and if she doesn’t have any trouble with it, we will see in October. Fair enough?”
“Yep. But they are used cars, Durgesh.”
“Have I ever been unreasonable Āftāb Aħmad ?”
About then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās walked up.
“Ok I like the black one over there and the blue one over there and I really like the red one but I know it’s more than I can afford.”
“Well, little lady, let’s go into the office and see what we can do. But I would rather not sell you the black one. It may have a tiny problem with the transmission.” And he turned and started for the office.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me.
“Did he just tell us the black one is a piece of junk?” she asked.
“Yeah, pretty much. He also told us the one you bought is junk. If it wasn’t he just would have wanted to cut the price for you rather than let me skim the cream off my lot.” I answered.
“I think I’m glad you made me come back here.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said with relief in her voice.
We sat in the office and started to talk.
Āftāb Aħmad kept trying to push the blue car and the price he offered was attractive.
But I pointed out that she really like the red one.
“Well Durgesh, I got a lot into that car. it’s a little pricey. I paid almost $7500 for it and Nasīm Muåāwiyah said she doesn’t want to spend more than $5000.”
I looked at Āftāb Aħmad,
“I know where you got that car. You bought it from the Simmons kid before he shipped out overseas and you gave him $5000. Therefore, there is no reason in the world that, as a friend of mine, you can’t sell it to Nasīm Muåāwiyah here for $5500. You’re still making $500 off it. Yeah I know that you can probably get $9000 for it but what are friends for anyway.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās listened and then interrupted.
“Durgesh, I really did not want to spend that much. The payments are too high. I could afford it but it would be tight.”
“Honey, the payments are high because Āftāb Aħmad is charging 18% interest. The bank only charges 8 or 9% and I charge even less. All I want is sex. So let me loan you the difference.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās blushed crimson at my openness in front of a stranger but fell into step with me when she saw Āftāb Aħmad’s jaw drop open.
“That’s like threatening me with Ice Cream for dessert. I’ll give that to you and beg for more.”
Now Āftāb Aħmad was flabbergasted.
Here was his proprietor, older than he was who was talking about having sex with this Musalmān hottie that was young enough to be his daughter.
Some guys get all the luck.
I turned to him and nearly laughed aloud.
“You see Āftāb Aħmad, Nasīm Muåāwiyah is my girlfriend, she’s moving in with me. I care a lot about her and I want her to be happy. Therefore, she gets the red one for $5500. She already gave you $500 deposit, she’ll give you another $500 in a few days and the balance comes off what you owe me. End of discussion.”
One look at my face and Āftāb Aħmad only nodded.
He pulled out the forms for the transfer.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left very happy and I even shook Āftāb Aħmad’s hand and thanked him.
I was happy because Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was happy.
On the way home, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās said.
“Thanks for helping me with that. I would have gotten screwed but good. I am also going to pay you back. I don’t want to be a freeloader or moocher. I will pay my own way. I didn’t want to argue back there but I want to get a loan for it. And give it to you.”
“You’re welcome and don’t worry about getting a loan. Āftāb Aħmad is habitually between 3 and 9 months behind on my rent and I don’t get any interest from him. Therefore, I won’t take it from you. I know you’ll pay me back. However, you don’t have to. I considered giving it to you as a gift but I figured you wouldn’t accept it. Therefore, it’s a loan and once you get a couple of paychecks you figure out how you want to pay me. Besides it was worth it to see Āftāb Aħmad’s face, when he realized this old Hindu man was bopping the young Musalmān hottie.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās started to laugh.
“He did nearly drop his teeth. Didn’t he?”*
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim/Al Åbbās Al Saåīd grasped the big rubber tires of the wheelchair, spun it in a quick turn, lunged forward with his thin shoulders, and, mustering surprising strength for the persons who didn’t know he wasn’t Al Åbbās Al Saåīd actually, sent the chair shooting back through the curtained doorway at such speed that the others, following along behind, were left hopelessly in the rear.
Only Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I could follow him. We were in Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
We could hover ourselves even with more speed.
I have only to penetrate Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot with my almost infinite Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Lund, to the hilt.
I hadn’t even done the Prayog.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās did that as soon as I penetrated her.
The room beyond the curtained doorway was a well-furnished drawing room with mosaic floors, sumptuous rugs and lavished furniture.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim spun the wheelchair into a quick turn and stopped it instantly.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim handled his chair with the deft, expert skill born of long practice.
I couldn’t believe he could do it with the practice he could do after I chalked out the scheme for his safety.
It was obvious; Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing it even before I advised him to do it.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās pushed her glorious nude Musalmān buttocks into my lap eloquently.
She was as if saying I told you that, watch yourself.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās suspected Al Muħammad Al Qāsim was practicing to replace her Abbū, Al Åbbās Al Saåīd, for a long time.
The question was Why?
“Relax, relax.” Al Muħammad Al Qāsim said in high-pitched, piping voice, “Don’t stand on formality, please. There isn’t any time. Durgesh, my boy, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, my child, relax now. Al Zāhid, sit down. Damn it. You make me nervous, hovering around over me. I’m not going to break in two.”
“What has happened?” I asked him patiently.
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Al Nādirah Al Åbbās rushed to me, put her beautiful young arms around my neck and kissed me full on my lips.
I hugged her wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās felt me hardened.
She grinned mischievously and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās laughed pleasantly melodically yet gracefully.
We undressed each other.
Next moment, I wasn’t fucking Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, instead, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was fucking me wildly.
She had straddled me on my Uncut Hindu Penis.
Her glorious Musalmān buttocks were in wild up and down motions.
My ever erect Uncut Hindu Cock was penetrating Al Nādirah Al Åbbās’s young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
We fucked violently.
“I’m sorry to disturb you, Hindu Piyā.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās said fucking me violently, “But Abbū is all worked up. Apparently, there’s been a shooting in the lower flat. Abbū is afraid officers will be swarming all over the place to interfere with what he wants to see you about. He says it’s dreadfully important and I’m commissioned to get a habeas corpus, mandamus, or whatever you lawyers call it, to see there at once. Abbū promises to pay you anything you want if you’ll come immediately.”
I smiled, playing with her young glorious Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks.
My Uncut Hindu Prick was visiting her young, twenty eight years old ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt ravenously itself.
She was kissing me wildly.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was wilder and more ravenous in sex than Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd was even, to the extent that Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd couldn’t find anyway except to complain to Al Åbbās Al Saåīd that his daughter was disturbing her in her honeymoon with me.
“Can you tell me exactly what’s the nature of your Abbū’s business with me?” I asked smiling.
“Frankly I can’t, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. My Abbū is one of those rugged Årab individualists. I was to act intermediary.”
“He understands who is the perfect intermediary between him and me.” I winked at her.
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās also winked at me,
“Doesn’t he? He understands very well how to make you Hindus work for us Musalmīn. You all the Hindus are crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties. Well, Abbū provides you Hindus Musalmān Beauties as much as you want and keep you Hindus working for him nonstop with extraordinary loyalty to him.”
“And you think it’s only your Abbū’s policy?” I laughed, “Everyone successful Musalmān ruler, king, Bādshāh, Sultān, Nawāb, whatsoever his title was, successfully ruled Hindu dominant areas, using the same policy, in pre 1857 days.”
“Yes, I know.” Al Nādirah Al Åbbās smiled triumphantly, “Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, learned this policy from Shérshāh Sūrī. He studied prudently why Shérshāh Sūrī was so successful in making Humāyūn run away from India to Iran. He found it and implemented in his realm. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan isn’t conceiving Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah out of a whole cloth ever first. She had studied prudently the tremendous miraculous success of the Mughal Empire in India. She found it was the Ashvinātam Hindu Muslim Unity. Aurangzeb tried to destroy it and destroyed the entire Mughal Empire consequently imprudently. East India Company took full advantage of it. It filled the Hindu households with British Beauties instead and managed to get the loyalty of the Hindu majority for East India Company instead of the then imprudent Musalmān rulers, gradually.”*
I woke the next morning, felt the warm soft presence next to me, and smiled.
It was when I rolled over that I got the surprise.
Instead of being it the black curly hair, I was getting used to; I saw a head of straight red hair.
There was only one redhead in the house, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
‘What the hell was Bābarah Åālamgīr doing here?
Was I blind last night?
Did I have sex with Bābarah Åālamgīr?’
All ran through my mind as a lump formed in my stomach.
I cautiously raised the sheet to peer underneath and found that as I had suspected, Bābarah Åālamgīr was in my bed, completely naked.
Nothing new about that however.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wore clothes less often than she ran without, to seduce me of course.
I understood that.
I wasn’t born yesterday.
I dropped the sheet, layback for a minute to try to clear the sleep out of my head, remembered what happened and why Bābarah Åālamgīr was there.
I lay there quietly for a good 10 minutes before I gave up.
The last I remembered was making love to Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās for what seemed like forever and falling asleep in her arms.
I had absolutely no recollection of Bābarah Åālamgīr being involved and I knew I had not been blind.
The evening’s memories were too clear for that.
So why was Bābarah Åālamgīr there?
I had two options.
I could slip out of bed, find Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and ask her.
In that case, I might run into Zubaydah Bābar or Nishāt Nazli and then might have to explain why Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, was naked in my bed.
On the other hand, I could wake Bābarah Åālamgīr and ask her.
The second option gave me more control of the situation and less potential for embarrassment.
Therefore, it was a no-brainer.
I turned onto my side facing her and gently shook her awake.
“Oh, hi Durgesh, good morning. How long have you been awake?” She asked me as she woke.
“Just a few minutes. I lay here trying to figure out why you’re in my bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled,
“Did I give you a start?”
“Yeah, a little. You know I never drink and I know when I fell asleep Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was here. So when and how did you get here?”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās woke me around 5:30 this morning. I don’t know what you did to her last night but she was all happy and bubbly. It was disgusting so early in the morning. All she wanted to talk about was planning to go get our stuff and bring it here. I finally told her that whatever she decided was fine as long as she let me go back to sleep. She had me out in the living room and I tried to lie on the couch but it was cold. Therefore, I crawled in with you to keep warm. She left around 7:30 to go rent a truck or something.”
“A truck? How much stuff do the two of you have?” I asked suddenly picturing my house jammed with all kinds of junk.
Bābarah Åālamgīr giggled again.
“Don’t worry, not that much. She just figured that if we made one trip we wouldn’t be able to get it in my car so we’re going to get one of those little trucks. It’s just our clothes and stereo and stuff.”
“Clothes? You mean the two of you actually wear clothes. I didn’t even know you owned any?” I teased her.
Nude Bābarah Åālamgīr pulled nude me into a hug as she giggled again,
“Oh Durgesh, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Of course, we have clothes; we’re Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls. Aren’t we?”
I sighed as I felt her great Musalmān tits push into my chest.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had thrown her Musalmān leg up over mine so I was certain I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot pressing against my thigh.
Her Musalmān leg was only inches from my Uncut Hindu Lund that had gotten hard as a rock.
As soon as I realized Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s naked daughter was in bed with me and had not receded yet, I looked at the clock.
It was 9:30 already.
“I’m going to get up and get a shower.” I announced as a means of extricating myself from the situation.
“Oh good. I’ll join you again. That was fun yesterday.” Bābarah Åālamgīr chirped.
I groaned inwardly.
I was trying to get away from the naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān nymph and she wanted to share my shower.
I thought about declining but did not want to seem to push her away.
Besides, nothing really had happened yesterday.
I just would have to behave myself and make sure she did also.
We headed to the bathroom together.
I started the shower and adjusted the water temperature.
Then when I turned around, I was greeted by the sight of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sitting on the toilet and the unmistakable sound of urine hitting the water.
She had just sat down and gone without any thought to my being there and I had had to go also but was going to ask her for a little privacy before going.
Apparently, she didn’t feel privacy was important.
As I watched, she wiped herself and stood up, took me by my hand and stepped into the shower pulling me in with her.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I have to pee too.” I protested.
“So go ahead but you are all wet now. Therefore, you might as well go in here. It all goes to the same drain anyway.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled innocently.
Then she got that devilish look in her eye.
“Can I aim it for you?”
“No, you can’t aim it for me. I’m not used to having people watch me use the toilet. I’ve been going by myself for over 62 years, I think I can manage.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked down, mischievously, at the floor, and her lower lip stuck out in a pout.
I realized that I had been a little harsher on her than I should have been and probably hurt her feelings.
“I’m sorry honey; you just caught me by surprise.”
Then I sighed,
“Ok you can aim it for me.”
I saw a smile cross her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and I closed my eyes trying to pretend she wasn’t there.
I felt Bābarah Åālamgīr grasp my Hindu manhood and I relaxed to release a stream of urine.
“Oh wow that’s neat.”
I could feel Bābarah Åālamgīr directing it this way and that and smiled to myself.
Then I felt a shift in her position and opened my eyes just as she started to giggle.
“Feels weird.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as I looked down and saw that she was directing my stream into her open mouth, giggling the whole time.
I was struck dumb, not knowing what to say or do.
I was pissing into Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s open Musalmān mouth and she was enjoying drinking it.
“Who’s the pervert here?” ran through my mind as my stream subsided and she released me.
She leaned over and kissed me.
“Thanks Durgesh. That was fun. I never did that before.”
Then with that pronouncement, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, began to lather her hands up and then rub them on my body.
Suddenly all other thoughts were gone from my head as Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to run her hands over my naked skin.
She started on my front at my shoulders and washed chest, my sides and me downwards and then to my stomach.
Instead of continuing down to my Uncut Hindu Cock as she had the previous day she urged me to turn around and she did my back moving down and massaging the soap into my ass cheeks then she reached around and began to wash my privates.
Just as Bābarah Åālamgīr had the day before she stroked me while she did it and fondled my balls.
The difference is this time she didn’t seem to want to stop.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was stroking me intently with a firm grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock and I knew that if she didn’t stop soon I was going to blow my load.
“I think it’s clean enough.” I offered even though part of me, a large part, screamed to let her continue.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just released me, moved down and soaped up my legs then rinsed me off.
“My turn.” she announced as she turned around so I could do her back.
I picked up the soap and lathered up.
Then I started on her shoulders and worked my way down her back.
I spent a lot of time washing her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass off, rubbing it and massaging it and she enjoyed the attention as she stuck it out for me.
The more I rubbed the more she stuck it out. Then reluctantly I proceeded down her Musalmān legs and washed her Musalmān legs and feet before continuing upwards.
I reached her sex and hesitated, in my aroused state I only hesitated to fight off the ‘incestuous’ (?) impulses I was having.
So that when I touched her sex, it was as someone bathing her not seducing her.
She felt the difference in the touch and was disappointed.
As horny as she had become now, Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted more contact.
She had been so turned on by holding me while I peed she could not resist stepping into the stream and playing it over herself.
It got her so hot she nearly came.
But now I had washed her sex and reached between her Musalmān legs to get her there.
She spread them and squatted down a bit so I would touch her most private parts and felt the tingle run through her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body .
I withdrew my hands and continued up to her stomach.
Finally, I ran my hands over her chest.
I lingered on her Musalmān tits gently massaging her nipples.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped back and leaned against me.
I hesitated but continued to rub her Musalmān tits, occasionally running a hand down and over her sex again.
My touch had changed again.
I was no longer bathing her now I was caressing her.
It was foreplay now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr knew it and she loved it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slowly reached her hand behind her and stroked my thigh as I caressed her and then she slipped that hand up between them and let it gently wrap around my Uncut Hindu manhood.
Slowly she began to stroke me as I touched her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
My touch became more insistent and soon I was tweaking her nipples with one hand and cupping her sex with the other.
Then without warning and probably by accident I touched her ravenous Musalmān clit with my finger and that little touch caused her to release her pent up frustration.
A stream of juice rolled from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as orgasm overwhelmed her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped me harder and pumped me in her bliss and I was so close I too came shooting my Hindu sperm all over her back.
She felt it hit her back.
The realization that my Hindu seed was running down her, that she had caused it, struck her and her orgasm, instead of subsiding, renewed.
Then we were both quiet and we held each other involuntarily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my Hindu body was tense against hers and she knew I was not ready for this.
Therefore, she had to ease the guilt.
“I’m sorry Durgesh. I didn’t mean to… I mean I didn’t plan on it.”
I shushed her.
“It’s Ok. We both know we should have stopped sooner. My fault too.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned back to me and pushed closer.
“No, I should not try to tempt you like this, but I like being with you so much. It’s fun. I just didn’t intend to let it go. At least it’s not as we did anything like oral or fucked or anything. We just were carried away a little. Ok?”
“Yeah. Ok honey.” I answered.
“You’re not going to go on a guilt trip on me or anything. Are you?” She asked and turned to face me.
I smiled at her.
“No. No guilt trip.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled back and hugged me to her.
“Good, and one last thing. Now I know why Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās doesn’t want to let you go. No one has ever given me an orgasm that easily before. You are great.”
I smiled as Bābarah Åālamgīr looked back at me.
“Well, I think we’re clean enough, let’s get out and get some breakfast.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr almost blew it that time because she lost control.
I was feeling guilty and that was the last thing she wanted.
Luckily, she turned it around and made it Ok.
She continued to chastise herself as we dried each other off and went out to get something to eat.
We found a note from Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli.
They were at the beach and let the sleepy heads waste the day it said.
Therefore, we ate and chatted.
Just as we were finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās returned.*
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās was now on her knees and elbows and I was fucking her from her gorgeous nude behind.
We walked through the door.
The Årab Sheikħ that had opened the door, only smiled in greeting.
It was Ved Nagar.
It was a Dream City of Posthumans, Para Humans, the immortals.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Capable persons, the Årab Sheikħ thought.
They can do anything.
After all, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully brought down the age-old kingdom of Al Saåūds.
Now, there’s Democracy in former Saůūdī Årab too.
It’s not Saůūdī Årab any more.
It’s now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is Al Sadar Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat now.
Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog is normal there too now.
The Posthumans, the Para Humans, the immortals.
Are they really?
Allah knows better.
They say they can’t live without Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
Is qayāmat nearby?
Allah knows better that too.
Allah Ålīmun Kħabīrun.
We entered the elevator.
The door was swung quietly shut behind us by the swift moving Årab Sheikħ.
Leaving the elevator, I heard the sound of rubber tired wheels rolling rapidly along the mosaic floor.
The same high-pitched reedy voice I had heard over the phone said.
“It’s all right, Al Salīm. Don’t bother. I’ll make it.”
Then a wheelchair shot through a curtained doorway.
An emaciated, thin, hand applied a brake, and Al Nādirah Al Åbbās and I found ourselves scrutinized by a pair of piercing gray eyes, deep-set beneath shaggy brows, in a face that seemed all skin and bones.
The man in the wheelchair gave the impression of boundless nervous energy.
It was as though the strength that had been denied the body had gone into nervous vitality.
So intense was the concentration in those gray eyes that the man seemed to forget entirely the amenities of the situation.
He ignored Al Nādirah Al Åbbās utterly and completely.
She was his daughter.
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd devoted all his attention to study me.
He was as if asking in silence whether, even now, it was possible to recognize Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s true identity.
Was it possible for anybody to recognize him as Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, the former managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company?
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The telephone rang.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shifted her nude legs on my nude shoulders, raised her glorious young Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, swallowed my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely up to my balls into her young ravenous Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and picked up the receiver.
“Hello,” she smiled nicely fucked by me until her heart’s content.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan didn’t know how ravenous she was.
Now, Durgesh is fucking her nonstop in this body.
It was Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Antarvyom, Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan Interspace that is.
Then, shielding the mouthpiece with her hand, she smiled at me.
“This is he on the phone now. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. Says he sent his daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, to explain matters, and he’d like to talk with you personally.”
I nodded acquiescence to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, took the receiver from her, and said.
“Yes, Durgesh speaking.”
I heard a thin, high-pitched voice saying in a crisp, meticulous accuracy of enunciation.
“Mr. Durgesh, this is Al Åbbās Al Saåīd. If you remember we met on a ship when you were in your Honeymoon with your then latest young live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“Oh, yes, sure,” I said with enthusiasm, “How do you do Mr. Al Åbbās Al Saåīd? And how’s your excellent exquisite beautiful daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās?”
“You do certainly have some magic, on young Musalmān Beauties I mean.”
“I beg your pardon, sir?”
“My daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is constantly trying to convince me now that you are the ever best husband for her, I mean ever best live in relationship partner.”
“Sir, you are certainly kidding me?” I laughed.
“Oh no, my boy, never. I’m not as a damn fool as to kid you ever. You have to succumb to my daughter’s wishes, I’m afraid.”
“Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!”
“That’s right. Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is incurably in love with you. I’m afraid you have to oblige her.”
“But sir, you know I’m sixty three and your daughter is only twenty eight, so…”
“Love doesn’t see any age difference, my boy. Love doesn’t see any age difference. You must have anticipated it already when on that grand ship, your then latest live in relationship partner, Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd, complained to me that Al Nādirah Al Åbbās is causing trouble in her honeymoon with you.”*
I smiled cunningly.
“Well, your daughter requested us to join in our honeymoon. Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd consented out of courtesy. How the hell could I refuse?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed patronizingly.
“That’s the blunder you both had done. I’m surprised how the hell both of you forgot−
Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’−
I’m sorry, my boy. You provided the ever-best sex to my daughter. And now you have to provide it to her forever.”*
I was sated and content.
Moreover, it appeared that, they were also satiated and contents themselves.
Zubaydah Bābar was lying there trying to catch her breath and regain control of her muscles.
Nishāt Nazli was on her side.
She was closely watching the two of us, gently running her hand, over my chest and belly.
Zubaydah Bābar had a contented look on her awfully stunning immensely pretty, immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān face and a dreamy look in her eyes.
I turned to her.
“How about you? Did you enjoy yourself?”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and instead of answering, bent her head down.
Zubaydah Bābar took my somewhat deflated Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth and gently sucked me clean, removing the remnants of her own cum and her friends’ along with mine that, had clung to me.
When Zubaydah Bābar finished cleaning me, she moved up and kissed me.
Only then did she answer.
“I enjoyed it so much that I will be your sex slave for life. If you ever want anything sexual, you just take me any way you want. In my mouth, in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, with my hand, my Musalmān tits, or even in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass. It’s all yours, forever, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I never even heard of such a control any man can have ever.”
Nishāt Nazli heard her and giggled.
“That is coming from one of the most domineering women around and also from one who never let anybody near her extremely beautiful, ever sacred, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole in her life. It must have been good.”
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and defended herself,
“I’m not domineering, we just never did it right. For the first time in my life I got fucked the way you’re supposed to.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Nishāt Nazli answered. “However, I admit, I have never felt so well fucked in my life. How the hell did Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās get so lucky as to be able to lay claim to Durgesh?”
“Just be glad. She’s willing to share.”
“Tell me Durgesh darling,” Nishāt Nazli smiled, “does Bābarah Åālamgīr know what a superb, what a grand lay her Hindu old man is?”
I heard the probing behind the question.
“Not unless Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās told her.” I answered. “She’s Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, Eīshānāý Param Brahmñé Paramātmané. I would have a hard time doing that.”
Zubaydah Bābar picked up the thread.
“But she is such a hottie, how could you resist.”
“I’ll admit that at times it is hard, but she’s still Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr. Yet you’re right she is a hottie. If she weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, I would not hesitate even a moment to bed her.”
The three of us lay in bed talking, cuddling, and fondling each other for a while before I looked at the clock.
“Hell, it’s after 4:00 I wonder where Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr are. We expected them to be home after lunch. Come on let’s get up and get the cum washed off ourselves.”
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, groaned.
“We don’t want to get up we want to lay here with you, Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Zubaydah Bābar requested.
“Ok I’ll tell you what; I’ll wash your back for you.” Nishāt Nazli offered.
“What about my front?” I asked with a grin.
“Only, if you’re a good Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls-fucker Hindu.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me, “Promise you’d never say ‘no’ to any twenty eight Musalmān Beauty.”
“That’s not possible.” Zubaydah Bābar laughed teasing me, “Durgesh doesn’t enjoy the young Musalmān Beauties not of his own age, optimum.”
I slapped Zubaydah Bābar on her nude Musalmān buttocks playfully.
“Allah! Oops!” Zubaydah Bābar protested in mock.
Zubaydah Bābar exclaimed as she jumped out of bed and ran for the bathroom.
The three of us crowded in the shower.
The hot water ran over us and true to her word, Nishāt Nazli washed down Zubaydah Bābar with soft loving strokes.
I covered their nude Musalmān bodies in rich lather and then Nishāt Nazli rinsed them off.
Before we turned the water off, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls took the soap from me and returned the favor, paying special attention to my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls.
It was my Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was once again hard and at attention.
Neither of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī, extremely beautiful Musalmān girls could resist.
In addition, as they finished washing me, Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both got on their knees.
They took turns sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund into their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and doing their best to give me a superior blowjob.
After a long time, they finally gave up getting a load of my Hindu cum out of me.
“I’ve had so much sex today. You two have just worked the last of it out of me earlier. I want to enjoy some rest now. It’ll be a while before I would want to make it more.”
They both were disappointed, but accepted the compliment that they had worn me out earlier and used me up.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli, both strutted out of the bathroom satisfied that they had left nothing for anybody else at least for a while.
I finished in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of shorts and a shirt, and headed for the kitchen.
It was getting late and I wanted to get something out for dinner for the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls.
I settled on some chicken breast I had in the freezer and chuckled at the label on the package the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had wrapped from what I had bought.
“Chicken Musalmān tits – 5” on one line and underneath it “2 ½ babes”.
That had to be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s sense of humor.
Just about then, I heard the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.*
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd smiled.
“I have given my address to your nowadays most beloved young Musalmān live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I presume she has recorded it. Apparently, a murder was committed, in the flat below mine, sometime last night. The place is crawling with police. For certain reasons I can’t explain on the phone, I want to talk with an attorney. As I had already to call you in connection with my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, I now need you for this another matter more. I’ve been thinking about it for several days. I think now it’d be better if I get it disposed of now before the police start messing into my private affairs unnecessarily. Can you be kind enough to come out here immediately? I am confined to a wheelchair. Consequently, it’d be a great trouble to me to come to you instead.”
“Who is murdered?”
“I don’t know, neither it makes any difference to me who the hell the victim was. The identity of the murdered person is highly immaterial except as it will interfere with what I have to do.”
I decided to conduct a psychological experiment.
“Do you think you’ll be suspected of complicity, involvement, in the murder?”
Al Åbbās Al Saåīd’s close-clipped accents said scornfully.
“Hell, of course.”
“Then why all the hurry about seeing me?”
“It’s a matter entirely different, my dear son in law.” Al Åbbās Al Saåīd laughed, “I told you already I can’t explain it in the damned phone. Come here and let me feel safe in discussing it with you. It’s as important as I’m willing to pay you any highest fee within reason, despite the fact that you are my son in law now. I want you here in person. Your new young live in relationship partner, my daughter, Al Nādirah Al Åbbās, is already on the way to bring you here.”
“Okay, as soon as Al Nādirah Al Åbbās gets here I’ll be right out.”
Al Nādirah Al Åbbās reached there even before I could put the receiver back on the cradle.*
Bābarah Åālamgīr called up the steps.
“We’re home, be up in a minute.”
A few minutes later Bābarah Åālamgīr and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās topped the steps.
Both ran to me and embraced me in a hug.
“Well, it looks like I was missed. It’s good to see you both too.” I laughed.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, I’m so excited. Can Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and I talk to you for a few minutes? We’ll get some drinks and sit on the deck.” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked.
“Sure, but what’s the occasion?”
“Let’s go outside first and get comfortable.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās offered.
Each of them grabbed a drink, went, and sat outside at the patio table.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!, we didn’t go to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās‘s aunt today.” Bābarah Åālamgīr admitted. “We went for Nasīm Muåāwiyah’s job interview.”
“Oh, and by your mood when you got home I guess things went well.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās bubbled,
“Things went great. But we wanted to talk to you. We want to stay here with you. If we can that is?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr cut in right away.
“As boarders, we don’t want to be moochers we want to pay our own way.”
“If we went together we could afford a place for the two of us to share but, since you’re already here and we all seem to get along Ok, it would be cheaper for us to stay here and pay you. Then if it doesn’t work out we could still find a place to rent later.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās interjected.
“We know it’s a surprise and sudden and all but we didn’t want to say anything until we had the job.” Bābarah Åālamgīr added.
“Well, it’s not as much of a surprise as you might think.” I admitted. “I intentionally arranged the paper so the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad article was on top. Then I noticed the section was missing and I put two and two together. I would love to have the two of you stay here with me. I obviously have lots of room, so even when we get on each other’s nerves, we can have plenty of space for us. As far as boarders go, if we just work out something with the food and the telephone bill then I’ll be happy.”
Both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls stared at me.
“You mean you knew all along that we were going for job here? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“You never mentioned it. Therefore, I figured you did not want me to know. So I minded my own business.” I offered.
Bābarah Åālamgīr got up and kissed me on my lips, not as a stepdaughter would, as a loving woman would instead.
She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis too, and squeezed it significantly.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. We have to go to orientation next week and find out where we will be, like what grades we will teach and all. For now we don’t know much except we will start after Labor Day.”
“Ok, but just remember honey that if you want something in particular, I do know people here. Maybe I can help.” I offered. “Also your Ammī is not going to be happy. Feel free to blame it on me. She’ll assume I lured you away anyway.” I smiled at her.
“I’m not looking forward to telling her and I may just take you up on that.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled and headed into the house, leaving me alone with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
It was prearranged and I knew it.
We had to talk and she was hesitant.
“I wanted to talk to you alone. That’s why Bābarah Åālamgīr left. About us, I mean about what is going to happen with us. I mean living here together. I mean…” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās stumbled.
“I picked it up for her.”Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, do you have a working crystal ball, or a machine that looks into the future or something?” I paused as she shook her head, “Neither do I. I know where you’re trying to go with this and what you’re trying to say. For now, I enjoy you being here and I enjoy having you in my bed. I really don’t see that changing anytime soon. Despite my reputation, I am not a love’em and leave’em type of guy. My biggest trouble is that you’ll get tired of hanging around with an old Hindu man and meet some young stud and dump me.”
She smiled at me.
“I don’t think any of those young studs could hold a candle to you.”
I smiled back.
“Thank you. Yet as I said for now we just see how it goes. I am very quickly growing very fond of you. Yet for me, to sit here and tell you that I am in love with you and you’re the one and only, I’m sorry I can’t do that, not yet at least. But even if things don’t work out and you don’t want to share my bed then fine, we have plenty of bedrooms here and I will always care about you and you’ll always be Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s friend and that means a lot. Now does that cover all the things you wanted to talk about?”
“Pretty much,” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled, “except how were Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar today?” She smiled with a leer. “Did they attack you and rape you?”
“I didn’t give them a chance. I attacked them myself first. I think I wore them out.” I offered.
Now Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās laughed,
“That’s why they were asleep when we got home then. But were they good, I mean, better than me?”
“Don’t be ridiculous Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl. You are, and I am not exaggerating, one of the best lovers I have ever had. That is probably because everything is new to you and you enjoy it so much. But making love to you is, really great.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās beamed with pride and satisfaction as she got out of her chair and sat on my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and planting a tender kiss on my lips.
“Thanks, even though I know you’re exaggerating to make me feel better.”
“Well I’m not exaggerating. But the fact is that one session with you is more satisfying than both of them. Not that it wasn’t fun. Mind you I won’t lie and Yeah I’d probably do it again but. I’d rather have you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās kissed me hard and passionately.
Then pulling back asked,
“Have you thought anymore about what I said last night about Bābarah Åālamgīr?”
I paused then answered.
“Yes, I have. Moreover, it’s a decision I will make in my own time and when I’m ready. Until now, I loved Bābarah Åālamgīr as my own daughter, yaar. Why don’t you understand? It’s not easy to change my view so fast and accept Bābarah Åālamgīr as a replacement wife to her Ammī.”
“But Bābarah Åālamgīr is NOT your daughter.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās shouted furiously, “And she is not responsible for what you thought of her. How is she? Why can’t she get the best man available even to her friends too?”
“Give me more time, please!”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr would replace your wife, her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb. And that is final.”
I sighed helplessly.
“Now, please stop it.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās could tell by my tone and demeanor that it was not a topic open to discussion right now.
“Ok, I didn’t mean to interfere. I just love you both and want you both to be happy.”
“I know. No harm done.” and I kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās on her quivering crimson Musalmān lips. “When are you going to tell your Ammī and Abbū?”
“My Abbū won’t care but I’ll call him eventually. I was going to call my Ammī tonight.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās smiled to normalize the environment.
“Well why don’t you go call her now? Use my office if you want privacy.” I offered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās agreed and left to make her call.
Bābarah Åālamgīr must have been lurking not too far away, because as soon as Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās left Bābarah Åālamgīr walked back in.
“Well, how did it go?” she asked.
“Good, I think. I just told her the truth. We’ll see how things go. But for now she is welcome and wanted in my bed.” I answered.
“She really likes you Durgesh. She was so excited about staying and scared that you wouldn’t want her at the same time. I think she’s falling in love with you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.
“I think you’re right, and I’m getting real used to having her around. But I’ve not had the greatest luck with relationships in my life so we’ll take it slow and easy.” I told her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved to me and sat on my lap.
With a hug, she told me,
“I love you Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! and I think it’ll work out fine. You just worry too much. I’m glad Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās makes you happy. I can see she does and I have never known her to be so upbeat and bubbly in the four years I have known her. You’re good for each other.”
“Ok Miss Matchmaker. Now I guess we have to find somebody for you.” I teased.
“No, if you still want to pretend that you don’t understand I’ve already found my man, right now I don’t want anybody. I have a new life, new job, new home and I have my Durgesh back.” Bābarah Åālamgīr sighed as she hugged me tighter.
I ran my hands down her back.
“Why don’t you go call your Ammī and get that over with? If she wants to scream at me I’ll talk to her.”
“Ok but you know I was really looking for a way not too.” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“Well, I think Jamīlah Aurangzeb would catch on if you didn’t come home for a couple of weeks.” I laughed too.
Both the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went and made their respective phone calls.
In some ways, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s was easier although probably more emotionally draining.
Her Ammī claimed to be happy for her and glad she found a job but disappointed it was so far from home.
She spoke to her stepfather who only wanted to know when she was going to get her shit out so he could turn the room into a den.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās promised him it would be soon.
It was his rejection of her that hurt her.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās had always tried to be a good daughter to him, respected him and even loved him.
But he had always treated her like a fifth wheel.
He expressly rejected her attempts at being a family.
He was good to her Ammī but unhappy about the baggage that went with the Live in relationship.
Now he was plain happy that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās was gone.
It was that rejection that hurt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
Bābarah Åālamgīr called her Ammī and as I had predicted she accused me of stealing her daughter and warned her about my sinful ways.
In addition, how Bābarah Åālamgīr could not depend on me and on and on.
It was tiring to Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She had heard it for four years and had begun to form her own opinion of why our Live in relationship broke up.
Besides, her Ammī had returned to her Abbū, Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
Maulānā Aurangzeb Åālamgīr was a Qur’an thumper and he was quickly converting her Ammī once more into a communal Musalmān woman.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was just as glad that she would not have to listen to the sermons.
But she let her Ammī rant on and then told her she would be up for the rest of her things soon.
I did talk to my ex-wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb did accuse me of all kinds of things.
But after four years of divorce and 20 years of Live in relationship I was immune to it.
I just sat with a glass of juice and let her scream for half an hour, teasing Jamīlah Aurangzeb now and then impishly, and enjoying it very much.
Then I hung up.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was laughing.
She kissed me again on my lips, squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund and thanked me for pissing her Ammī off.
After talking to both Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls about their respective conversations I decided it would be best to get it over with and get them moved in.
Neither Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl wanted to give up a couple of days of vacation time.
I pointed out we would have the rest of the summer and that Nishāt Nazli and Zubaydah Bābar would keep me company.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās remarked that she was afraid of that.
When Zubaydah Bābar overheard it, she told Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās not to worry.
I wore the two of them out in one afternoon and they would probably spend the time hiding from my Hindu monster and me.
That brought a laugh all around.
That night we sat, planned, and talked.
We all went to bed fairly early.
I could sense Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s melancholy mood as I got into bed.
I drew up beside her and snuggled close.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās clung to me for the emotional warmth.
We lay together for a while just touching and then I told her,
“I’m glad you’re going to stay. I was going to ask you to spend the summer at least.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās looked at me in the darkness,
“I didn’t know that, or that you felt that way.”
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, I don’t know what Bābarah Åālamgīr told you about her Ammī and me. In fairness, I never told Bābarah Åālamgīr a lot of it. I just didn’t want her to be caught in the middle. But I loved her Ammī when we got living in Live in relationship and as things went on I suffered one disappointment after another until she was so emotionally cold toward me I gave up. It hurt me a lot. Therefore, I guess I am not going to allow myself to get hurt again. I care for you a lot and I can’t describe how glad I am to have a chance to let this develop into something nice. You just have to give me lots of time and let me go slow.”
It was more than I had bared my soul to anyone in many years and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sensed the truth behind the words and the pain.
She pulled me close and held me and while she did, she felt warmth from me.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās felt it spread across her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body.
She also felt me relax in her embrace in a way she never had before, as if I were surrendering.
While we had had sex a lot and even made love in a guarded way, tonight she offered herself to me again, not her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body but herself and I accepted and opened myself a little bit so she could see in and see the loneliness.
Then Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās made love to me like never before.
Slowly and comfortably, Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās took me and it lasted hours until we both fell asleep exhausted.
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Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed apologetically and added.
“Sorry, Dūlhā Bhāī. Even while you are the Chairman of HVSI Group of Companies, and you are a multi zillionaire, my wife Taufīq Fātimah and my friend, Bābarah Åālamgīr, both wanted to be present here. Bābarah Åālamgīr is interested in…”
“My Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Choot.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Muħammad bin Qāsim hesitated somewhat, “she is already living with you with her lady friends even, so I thought…”
“You blame me usually that I am a communal Hindu. To satisfy my communal Hindu lust, I fuck the horniest extremely lovely Musalmān Beauties. You never believed it was exactly otherwise. Now, watch yourself. Bābarah Åālamgīr and your own wife, Taufīq Fātimah, both are using you to fuck me.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was dumbfounded.*
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I had warned you. Didn’t I?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was startled.
“Sorry, Taufīq Fātimah. I couldn’t believe Durgesh didn’t fuck even you.”
“Well,” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “Durgesh exactly never refused to fuck me. But he wants me to plead with him for it.”
“Nonsense.” I said.
Yet I didn’t tell him that Bābarah Åālamgīr was actually my witness and I understood it very well that Taufīq Fātimah was Muħammad bin Qāsim’s witness actually.
Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah and Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah wanted to be present themselves but I advised them not to do so.
“I suggest everyone to come to the point.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “Even if us Musalmān Beauties’ Hindu Piyā is right, he hasn’t come here to fuck us.”
“That’s right.” Muħammad bin Qāsim grabbed the opportunity.
However, he was gritting his teeth actually that Bābarah Åālamgīr and Taufīq Fātimah both were using him as a stepladder to fuck me.
It meant his Hindu Jījū’s claim was correct irrefutably.
It was really exactly otherwise than he claimed until now.
Durgesh wasn’t fucking Musalmān Beauties initially, Musalmān Beauties were fucking Durgesh actually.
How mistaken he was about the morals of the horny Musalmān Beauties even.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was the daughter of Jamīlah Aurangzeb, Durgesh’s live in relationship partner.
Durgesh thought Bābarah Åālamgīr was thus his stepdaughter somewhat.
He refused to fuck Bābarah Åālamgīr.
But Bābarah Åālamgīr wanted Durgesh herself.
She never accepted Durgesh’s refusal.
She is still trying to convince Durgesh that she is the perfect wife for him even while Durgesh is sixty three and Bābarah Åālamgīr is twenty nine only.
Taufīq Fātimah has married him on a condition that he would produce a porn movie costarring Durgesh and Taufīq Fātimah, Muħammad bin Qāsim’s own wife.
Moreover, his own Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, will direct it.
“Maybe I should say no just so I could watch.”
But even as I said it, I moved around to view the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot offered to me.
“Come on, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt; hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Just do her a little. Make her cum then save the rest for later.” Bābarah Åālamgīr offered and reached out.
Moreover, to my surprise, Bābarah Åālamgīr grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock boldly and pulled it toward her friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I had little choice but to follow and soon found myself behind my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, guiding my Uncut Hindu Prick into her.
I slid in easily and Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās sighed as I hit the bottom.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had released me but drew her hand away wet with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s juices and as she brought her hand to her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, she licked it clean.
I watched the sight and started to work my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole in front of me.
Bābarah Åālamgīr never moved away.
Now being bolder more and more, Bābarah Åālamgīr stayed right next to us, running her hands down her friend’s body and my body, occasionally around her front, to slide across a Musalmān tit or down between us, to touch my Uncut Hindu Cock on the backstroke.
‘Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! This is incredible.’ I thought. ‘Here I am fucking a 29 year old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauty and Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, is watching and helping us. So Hot! Isn’t it?’
I felt Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās tighten up and clamp down on me as she came.
Then realizing how close I was to my own orgasm, I called out,
“I’m gonna cum!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās immediately pulled herself off me and called out,
“In my mouth this time, please Durgesh darling! Méré Hindu Piyā! Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt! Hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam! Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās dropped her quivering crimson Musalmān lips over my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to suck.
The little bit of pressure was all I needed.
I shot my wad into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
As I finished Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās slid off me leaving a little string of cum running from her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to my Uncut Hindu Prick.
She looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr, leaned over and kissed her in a passionate swapping of my Hindu cum.
Then they broke the kiss and both swallowed my Hindu cum greedily.
The sight nearly got me hard again.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls giggled and kissed again before jumping out of bed.
“I’ll use the shower downstairs. I need to get dressed today and all my clothes are down there.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās skipped out of the room.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned over and kissed me, smiled at me and she too walked out of the room.*
I looked at Muħammad bin Qāsim.
What a damn fool he was.
He was so obsessed with the extraordinary Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty of a Hollywood star that he even consented to produce her porn movie with me.
He even convinced his own father, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, to direct the bloody porn movie.
To what extent Pseudo Islam had brought down a Musalmān husband and a Musalmān father in law.
Eīshān Eīshān shammā shamīshān!
“All right, what’s your proposition, my dear Sālé, Muħammad bin Qāsim?” I asked.
I was careful not to smirk, however.
“Well,” feeling somewhat awkward, Muħammad bin Qāsim managed to say, “Jījū, Dūlhā Bhāī, of course, we don’t want to stand in the way and…”
“Never mind the preliminaries.” I smiled gallantly, “Bābarah Åālamgīr, Taufīq Fātimah, you and I, all of us must drop all the diplomatic approach among us. We know each other very well. Bābarah Åālamgīr is my live in relationship partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter by her previous marriage. I’m feeling somewhat awkward to have sex with her. Yet she is adamant to win her live in relationship with me. She has managed to swallow my Hindu Vīrý even using her friend Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās. Bābarah Åālamgīr isn’t interested in business as much as she is interested in her permanent live in relationship with me, replacing her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.”
“That’s right,” Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled boldly.
Muħammad bin Qāsim was startled.
Or, at least, he acted to be.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, you said you need Durgesh to establish your own media empire as HVSI has successfully done globally even.” Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at Bābarah Åālamgīr quite surprised.
“Sure,” she smiled, “my Abbū, Aurangzeb Åālamgīr, have promised me to help in establishing Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah if I do establish my own media empire. I need Durgesh’s help in it. He is experienced. He has already done it for HVSI.”
“And why do you want to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim felt himself humiliated somewhat.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan has successfully converted former Saůūdī Årab now in Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. I appreciate her stupendous success very much and I want her to help in her sacred movement to establish Democracy in the rest of the Pseudo Islamic countries as well.”
“I see.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said curtly.
“Similarly, your wife, Taufīq Fātimah, is not interested initially in business.”
“To hell with your damn business.” Taufīq Fātimah admitted bitterly, “I’m an actress and I love my profession more than even my life. Yet, I too want to enjoy a happy married life with Durgesh as my husband.”
“That’s what I suspected.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said, “You promised me if I produce a porn movie, directed by my Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, starring you with Durgesh, you’d be as grateful to me as you’d never leave me being my wife.”
“I am true to my promise.” Taufīq Fātimah smiled, “I’m still your wife, am I not? Even while I know you love Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s and Rājesh Rājpūt’s Uncut Hindu Lunds in your feminine Musalmān ass.”
“Well, I accept I am a bisexual. And I am not ashamed of it.”
“So,” I smiled, “actually none of us is interested in business. I want to do what Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is interested in, because she has cuckolded Muħammad Ůsmān for me, despite the fact I hate to cuckold anyone.”
“Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah didn’t do any such thing.” Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed, “It was her younger sister Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah who kidnapped you and raped successfully. Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah never appreciated Muħammad Ůsmān. She convinced Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah to cuckold Muħammad Ůsmān for you. However, what’s wrong in cuckolding anyway? Isn’t it more human and lovelier to have a permanent threesome with your wife’s lover, if you can’t satisfy your wife sexually completely, yet you still love her?”*
I dressed to run my errands.
As I was preparing to leave, I called out to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls that I was leaving.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās ran up, in her panties and gave me a hug and kiss before I left.
“I know Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli are going to try to bang you while I’m gone. It’s Ok if you want to. I don’t mind. So don’t think that you’ll be cheating on me, or anything. Just have a good time.”
As Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās turned to go she grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock through my pants and gave me a squeeze then returned to finish dressing.
Bābarah Åālamgīr leaned on the wall smirking at me.
“You’re getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots these couple of weeks, than you did the whole time you were living in Live in relationship to my Ammī. Aren’t you?” Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed. “Have fun, we’ll see you later.”
I left shaking my head.
‘Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, sure as hell, grew up, didn’t she?’ I said to myself.
Then I remembered where we were really going.
My mood changed.
I found myself a happy man once more.
Happy at the thought that Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās and Bābarah Åālamgīr would soon have permanently here where I lived in my present body.
It was the logical thing for both of them to stay with me.
I would have them both full time.
Then I won’t have to care for their safety from the communal Pseudo Musalmīn, and/or terrorists and criminal/ criminal minded Musalmīn.
As I drove to my various errands, I rolled the events of the last few days around in my mind.
I realized I was as happy about Bābarah Åālamgīr staying with me, as I was for Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
I also admitted to myself that I was ready to surrender to even Bābarah Åālamgīr now.
Now it was no use to refuse anymore.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to replace her Ammī as my new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner.
She was deliberately winning me.
Now I really did want to make love to her, often.
I almost did this morning in the shower.
I was inches away from bending her over and slipping inside her then.
Honestly, I was just waiting for her to make one move in that direction, one come on, just one sign that she wanted it as she had told me the night before.
Then again, when Bābarah Åālamgīr had stayed with us, while I banged Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās, minutes later.
I had in fact intended on laying her down, as soon as I was finished with Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās.
However, when I came in Nasīm Muåāwiyah/Al Ħamd Al Åbbās’s mouth, I lost my hardness, which was a rare event.
Yet it was not surprising however, after the previous night and earlier in the morning.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was right.
I was getting more young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choots in the last week than I had had previously.
I returned home shortly before noon and found that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had not returned from the beach yet.
I was surprised.
I half expected to find them both naked in my bed waiting for me.
I was actually relieved.
I wanted to be alone for some time now.
I had gotten up early and been running all morning, not to mention all the ashvinātam sex.
I was tired somewhat.
Yet, I changed into my bathing suit before I lay down on the bed to wait for them.
As might be expected, I dropped off to sleep almost immediately.
I woke later to find that Zubaydah Bābar and Nishāt Nazli had joined me.
Both were wearing their swimsuits.
Nishāt Nazli had her usual almost nothing thong and surprisingly Zubaydah Bābar was wearing a relatively modest bikini.
Both were asleep but apparently, lightly as when I moved they both woke.
“Hi,” Nishāt Nazli said muzzily, “you looked comfortable so we decided to lie down and wait for you. Too much sun and ocean. We got tired.” She reached her arm across my chest and ran her hand over me while she talked.
Zubaydah Bābar had her hand on my leg.
She was stroking my thigh.
“So are you hungry?” she asked. “We were, so we ate when we got back. We can have my cook make you something.”
“No thanks. I just lay down to wait for you and must have dropped off. I didn’t mean to make you miss the beach time.” I offered.
“That’s Ok it was nice lying here with you. You’re a good bed friend. You don’t roll around or snore, well at least not much.” Zubaydah Bābar teased.
“So are we going to the beach or what?” I asked.
“That depends on if “or what” includes getting naked.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
She was still stroking my chest and belly.
However, once she said it, she slid her hand down inside my swim trunks to run her hand over my hardening Uncut Hindu Prick.
I smiled at her.
“Don’t you ever think about anything, but getting laid?”
“Yeah, I think about playing golf and getting laid by you, and eating and getting laid by you, and drinking and getting laid by you, and dancing and getting laid by you.” Nishāt Nazli winked at me significantly.
Zubaydah Bābar did not want to be left out.
She had moved her hand up the leg of my trunks.
She was fondling my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls now.
As Zubaydah Bābar did it, I laughed at Nishāt Nazli’s joke.
Then I put an arm around each, drew them close, and kissed them each.
“If you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls keep up what you’re doing you’re going to make me make a mess in my trunks.”
“That would be a terrible waste of good Hindu cum.” Zubaydah Bābar offered as she drew her hand out and started working the ties on my trunks.
As we loosened, she and Nishāt Nazli slid them off me and down to my knees, exposing my Uncut Hindu manhood in its entire splendor.
Nishāt Nazli reached out and took me in hand, as I leaned over and kissed Zubaydah Bābar with a passionate tongue-swapping kiss.
As I held her in embrace, I reached back and unhooked her bikini top freeing her large Musalmān breasts.
Together we removed her top and Zubaydah Bābar began to squirm out of the bottom of her suit as Nishāt Nazli worked my Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand.
Nishāt Nazli could not resist the Hindu monster she was holding for long, shortly dropped her beautiful Musalmān head down, and took as much of my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth as Nishāt Nazli could manage and began to bob on me.
While she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock, Zubaydah Bābar and I had managed to remove Zubaydah Bābar‘s suit.
I had taken one of her Musalmān tits into my palm while my other hand probed Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot sliding a finger deep inside her and using my thumb to tickle her ravenous Musalmān clit at the same time.
Zubaydah Bābar was humping herself onto my hand and already was lost in lust.
Nishāt Nazli was still working on giving me a grand blowjob when I reached down and urged her up to me.
She released my Uncut Hindu Lund and moved up to where I was playing with Zubaydah Bābar’s Musalmān tit.
I released her Musalmān tit and offered it to Nishāt Nazli.
She bent to her friend’s breast and began to lick and suck it into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth teasing the large extended nipple.
I replaced my finger with my Uncut Hindu Lund buried into Zubaydah Bābar’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot working it and working her closer to orgasm.
I used my free hand to untie Nishāt Nazli’s top and free her from the confines of the tiny top she wore.
Then I turned my attentions to the thong she wore.
She tugged it down and off her, revealing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot mound to me.
I pushed and urged the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls together until Nishāt Nazli was perched on top of Zubaydah Bābar and still was sucking her Musalmān tits.
I had positioned them so that their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Pussies were together.
Now while I was still Penising Zubaydah Bābar they began to grind themselves together.
I let my Uncut Hindu Lund slide from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and up into Nishāt Nazli’s to check and make sure she was as wet and ready as Zubaydah Bābar was.
Zubaydah Bābar whimpered at the loss of my Uncut Hindu Lund in her still ravenous Musalmān Choot.
But the loss was not long and soon she felt my Uncut Hindu Prick probing her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat, working its way up and down her tremendously attractive immensely pretty immensely smart, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān slit as I kneeled between her Musalmān legs.
Then without further warning, I pushed and began to slide in.
Zubaydah Bābar responded with a loud immensely happy grunt and arched herself against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that was still rubbing hers as my Uncut Hindu Cock worked its way inside Zubaydah Bābar.
It took me a bit of effort to get all the way inside, just as it had the night before in the hot tub, but soon I was all the way in and pumping away on her.
Zubaydah Bābar was lost in the grand sex with me.
She had my massive Uncut Hindu Cock filling her tiny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Twat so full it almost hurt and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend and lover was mashing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot into her own while she suckled on her breast.
She could feel her orgasm building as my Uncut Hindu Cock in her, pounded her Pakistani Musalmān insides, every stroke slamming against her cervix, bottoming out.
Soon it was there, her muscles wouldn’t respond and Zubaydah Bābar started to shudder then the release of fluids from her nether regions bathed my Uncut Hindu Cock in her cum, the word went gray and reality lost focus for a few seconds as her orgasm finished and spent itself.
The pounding slowed and lessened finally stopping as I withdrew from her.
However, I did not stop.
I raised my point of aim and slid all the way inside Nishāt Nazli with one stroke.
I held it there for a few seconds as she acclimated and stretched to accept me, before I started the relentless pounding in that Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Nishāt Nazli was busy enjoying the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriend’s body as I pounded her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She was sucking her massive Musalmān tits.
Licking the areoles then drawing the nipples into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth to grasp them in her teeth and bite down to send little tendrils of pain through her friend’s breasts.
My Uncut Hindu Cock worked on Nishāt Nazli.
She could feel Zubaydah Bābar moving underneath her as my Uncut Hindu Cock forced its way back and forth and the movement created a friction on her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot that in reality wasn’t much more than a tease to her.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
I never thought Muħammad bin Qāsim was so great a man.
I thought he was drastically communal.
Yet my opinion about Muħammad bin Qāsim was mostly based on the reports I received either from his sisters or from Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
However, Shankar Mahāpralayankar was himself a drastic Hindu communal.
He hated Musalmīn to the extent that he wanted every Musalmān woman get fucked by a Hindu whether that Hindu is himself a Sukr’t, a noble doer, or not.
I took the envelope from him.
“I tried to entrust ACP Suraiyā Jamāl for this envelope. But she refused to have it. Instead, she advised me to give it to you.”
“Don’t worry.” I said gravely, “I would see to it that whoever the conspirator/conspirators are, s/he/they never succeed. And in case, Taufīq Fātimah really needed my help, she’d get it.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was overwhelmed.
He fell on my feet.
“Please, forgive me, Jījū. I was a damn fool that I hated you. I was so communal that I couldn’t see anything except that you are a Hindu and you were fucking extremely attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Beauties. I couldn’t differentiate you from the ever-communal ever anti-Muslim Shankar Mahāpralayankar. I’m sorry.”
I raised him from my feet and hugged him.
If he was doing an act, it was really marvelous.
But, the question was: If I could adjust with even Shankar Mahāpralayankar why couldn’t I adjust with Muħammad bin Qāsim too?
Were both of them not communal?
So, if one of them was excused why not the other too?
Why not the other too?*
Muħammad bin Qāsim looked at me.
“I discussed the matter with your friend ACP Suraiyā Jamāl. She thinks I’m mistaken. Taufīq Fātimah may not be as innocent in her opinion as I think out of sheer stupidity that I want to possess a Hollywood celebrity.”
Muħammad bin Qāsim was right.
ACP Suraiyā Jamāl had met me once when I was coming out of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim Mansion.
The door of Muħammad bin Qāsim’s office was locked.
Almost immediately, we could hear the sound of steps.
Muħammad bin Qāsim, radiating his inherent femininity more than he was radiating his masculinity opened the door.
“Well, well, well, my greatest Hindu Jījū with my Hollywood celebrity wife, in person?” his eyes seemed hot with emotion.
However, his more feminine and less masculine face was cool, collected and thoroughly master of himself.
Yet his eyes belied his placid, docile, calm features.
He was not an utter damn fool after all.
“Come on, Jījū. So, your porn star heroine received you here?”
Taufīq Fātimah laughed.
“Jealous of who, Muħammad bin Qāsim? Jealous of me that I got Durgesh as my porn costar hero, or jealous of Durgesh that he has already enjoyed your Hollywood Celebrity wife to his heart’s content?”
Muħammad bin Qāsim laughed good-naturedly.
“Hey, you were NOT my wife then. I’m proud of myself that you decided to marry me ultimately while my Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt Jījū was also available to you.”
“That’s the spirit.” Taufīq Fātimah winked at her husband, “Why the hell we be jealous of something that’s running from someone’s past? Why shouldn’t we be proud of the present? It’s the positive thinking, the positive attitude toward life.”
“Thank you. Won’t you two porn stars come in, please?”
I didn’t contradict him.
It was useless.
People easily used to suspect that I’ve already fucked every Beauty that they saw with me ever, whether she was a Musalmān Beauty or other.
Even if they believed I didn’t make the first move, they never believed the innocence of the Beauty concerned.
They thought every Beauty was crazy to fuck me however moral she was.
I was an exception for the Beauties as far as their morals were concerned.
In their bright opinion, I was something like a trophy, every Beauty whosoever was crazy, to get if she could ever.
Muħammad bin Qāsim escorted Taufīq Fātimah and me through an outer office into his private office.
“I want you folks to meet Miss Bābarah Åālamgīr. She is a successful reporter as well as she has a real estate agency in the building and I knew she’d be working late. I asked her to come in.”*
I walked past them to the coffee pot.
“You’re just jealous that it wasn’t you screaming I quipped.” I smiled at Nishāt Nazli.
“Damn right we are.” Nishāt Nazli answered.
“Yeah, what we got last night was just a tease. We’re going to try to bribe Nasīm Muåāwiyah into letting us fuck you wildly.” Zubaydah Bābar threatened.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just sat there sipping her coffee and smiling.
She was admiring my Uncut Hindu Lund and how tight and firm it was then as I turned to face them she licked her quivering crimson Musalmān lips at the sight of my half-inflated Uncut Hindu Cock.
Bābarah Åālamgīr once again stiffened her resolve to have me inside her as soon as she could manage it.
“So what are you Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls planning for today?” I asked cunningly smiling, teasing them.
“Nishāt Nazli and I are going in for some more beach time.” Zubaydah Bābar answered miraculously.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah wanted to go visit her aunt, she doesn’t live far and I told her I’d drive. We’ll probably be back after lunch.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered. “In fact we need to leave in about two hours so I figure I’ll let her sleep a bit before I wake her. What about you?”
“Is she really Nasīm Muåāwiyah ? Isn’t she Al Ħamd Al Åbbās?”
“Are you crazy? I don’t know what Al Zakāt Al Qāsim is after, yet you…”
“I have some errands to run this morning, then back here before lunch and be lazy the rest of the day.” I answered, interrupting the tense high voltage interchange among them.
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim has really disturbed them materially.
“Goody, we’ll come back for lunch and then drag you down to the beach with us. You fuck us all on the beach, Hindu boy. “Nishāt Nazli offered.
“You know living here I very rarely go to the beach. It’s 100 yards away and I haven’t even been down once this season. So maybe I’ll take you up on that.”
“Well, we want to get there and get a good spot so we are going to get our suits on and get going. See you at lunch.” Zubaydah Bābar said.
With the two of them leaving, Bābarah Åālamgīr and I were left alone once again.
We made small talk for a while.
I noticed how comfortable I had become with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s nudity and with my own around her.
We both were nude.
The relationship of a Hindu Stepfather and Musalmān stepdaughter was fading away fast, with deliberate nonstop efforts from Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She was adamant to convert it into a permanent live in relationship now.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was determined to have me inside her, as her Ammī had.
“I wonder if that’s a good thing.” I asked myself.
I also knew that they weren’t going to see Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s aunt today.
They had interviews with my friend Shankar, the president of the Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad board, but I didn’t say anything.
I did wonder though when they were going to tell me.
‘Probably want to make sure they have the job.’ I reasoned.
We toasted a couple of bagels and added juice to our breakfast before finishing with another cup of coffee.
I enjoyed the time with Bābarah Åālamgīr and the conversation.
“Well I guess I should get a shower and get dressed. Do you want me to wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah, or do you yourself want to?” I asked Bābarah Åālamgīr.
“She’s got some time yet to sleep. Probably when you get out of the shower you can wake her.” She answered as I stood to head for the shower.
I acknowledged her request, walked toward the bedroom and then walked in shower in the master bath.
As I walked away, Bābarah Åālamgīr watched my Uncut Hindu Lund work and she found herself with a finger in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I disappeared around the corner.
“Ohh, I’m getting bad.” Bābarah Åālamgīr thought to herself. “Fingering myself as I watch Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund walk away. I do need to fuck Durgesh soon.” She thought as she continued to diddle herself.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sat there for a couple of minutes before she got up the nerve to follow the thought that ran through her mind and suddenly she stood and headed after me.
“Before I lose my nerve. I may not get to fuck Durgesh today but I’ll at least take another step closer.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr walked to my bedroom door.
I had left it opened when I went in.
Bābarah Åālamgīr noted that Nasīm Muåāwiyah was still sound asleep.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned, opened the door to the bathroom and slipped in.
I was in the shower and the glass doors were all steamed up.
I couldn’t see her.
She opened the door quietly.
I had my back turned.
Bābarah Åālamgīr slipped in and quietly closed the door.
Before I could turn around, Bābarah Åālamgīr picked up the soap, quickly soaped up her hands, reached out and began to run her soapy hands down my back.
I moaned at her touch.
Yet I couldn’t help to arch my back, though successfully suppressing the consequent natural pleasure.
I didn’t want to let the others, whosoever they might be, capitalize on my weaknesses.
It might be dangerous for HVSI Group of Companies and myself too.
I had to act prudently ever.
“I tried not to wake you, Nasīm Muåāwiyah, but now I’m glad I did. You can keep that up as long as you like.”
I couldn’t even imagine it wasn’t Nasīm Muåāwiyah or Al Ħamd Al Åbbās at all.
It was Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Smiling cunningly, yet without answering, Bābarah Åālamgīr stepped up behind me and ran her hands down my sides and around to my chest and stomach.
From my response, Bābarah Åālamgīr knew I loved the attention and when she moved her hands down to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock, Bābarah Åālamgīr found it was rock hard.
She allowed her soapy hands to stroke me and then reached underneath to fondle my Hindu balls.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was tempted to keep going and jerk me off or at least get me to a state of arousal where I would not refuse her, but she chose to go with her original plan.
Slow and sure, one step at a time.
Bābarah Åālamgīr already knew she was winning me over and it would not be much longer.
Bābarah Åālamgīr took my Uncut Hindu Lund in her hands and stroked me a bit more before she let me go.
“Ok Durgesh darling, my turn now.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said as she turned her back to me to be washed.*
I was shocked.
I had been so sure it was Nasīm Muåāwiyah in the shower with me I never even looked.
“Bābarah Åālamgīr,” I was curt somewhat, “what the hell are you doing here with me?”
“I figured I needed a shower too, and we could save water.” Bābarah Åālamgīr answered innocently, glancing back over her shoulder. “Come on, do my back please.”
I was furious.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had gotten into the shower with me and had washed me already, without my express permission.
She had even stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock.
But not all that much, she could have been washing me.
My thoughts warred in my head.
We had been sitting talking, having breakfast just a few minutes ago, completely naked and neither of us objected it.
Was this really a big step?
Then almost without conscious thought, as my brain argued with our mutual desires, I picked up the soap and started to wash her back for her.
She won’t stop, I knew now.
She had experienced my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock in her palm now.
She had played with it while I thought she was Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Now, no use locking the stable after the horse was stolen.
Let her go ahead, because she is adamant to go ahead.
So, why after a bitter argument?
Why not without any argument if it’s inevitable?
My hands touched her naked shoulders, ran over them and across her shoulder blades.
Bābarah Åālamgīr arched her back at my touch.
I followed through; by running, my hands down her back, to the top of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and then turned them away and up her sides and back down again.
I slid them down her sides to her Musalmān legs, continued washing the outsides of her thighs, and then again turned and this time brought them over her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass in slow loving circles.
I washed her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass carefully and ran my hands down over the swell of it and down her thighs.
That done, I brought them back up across her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān butt and around to her stomach slowly running my hands over her flat stomach and upwards, up toward her chest.
Then finally, I ran my hands over her Musalmān tits.
I let my palms rest over her nipples and moved them around in circles, washing them but at the same time stimulating them.
Then all too soon I moved them back down across her tummy to her enormously stunning Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mound, over the little strip of hair that she left there and down across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Bābarah Åālamgīr, smiling triumphantly, spread her Musalmān legs a little to allow me inside her thighs.
I brushed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips with my hand.
A tingle shot through Bābarah Åālamgīr.
Then I was done.
She felt me begin to release her and then stop.
I brought my hands back up to her Musalmān tits, cupped them, and drew her to me.
My front against her back.
Bābarah Åālamgīr could feel my full 9 ½ inches pressing into the small crack of her back and felt a trickle of juice release from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she realized what it was she was feeling pressing back there.
I held nude Bābarah Åālamgīr to nude me, my hands over her Musalmān tits pressing into me and I kissed the top of her head.
“I love you honey, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I whimpered passionately.
I squeezed her a bit harder then released her.
Bābarah Åālamgīr turned to face me and kissed me on the lips, gently,
“I love you too Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
Bābarah Åālamgīr wrapped her arms around my middle and pulled me close.
Bābarah Åālamgīr reveled in the feeling of my Uncut Hindu Cock pressing into her belly.
I placed my hands on her back and let them run up and down.
Fondling her and feeling her, touching her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and thighs.
Then I released her.
“I think we’re clean enough. We should get out.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled triumphantly once more, nodded as she released me and we stepped out of the shower.
She was afraid I was going to ignore her now, but to her pleasant surprise, I didn’t.
I smiled at her and offered to dry her off.
Bābarah Åālamgīr gladly accepted the invitation.
Then as I ran, the big soft towel over her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body Bābarah Åālamgīr felt as though she would orgasm from my touch.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah is right you do have a really nice touch, very sensual. Thank you for doing that for me Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! It was nice to have you wash me and it was nice to wash you.” Bābarah Åālamgīr told me as she took a clean towel and rubbed me dry.
I noticed she spent a little more time on my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls than would have been required but I did not stop her or even mention it.
It was no use now.
Moreover, mostly, I admitted to myself because I enjoyed it too.
Then I surprised Bābarah Åālamgīr once more.
“Yes it was excellent. Maybe we can do it again sometime.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr was pleasantly shocked.
That almost sounded like an invitation, certainly an acknowledgement.
Now Bābarah Åālamgīr was more certain than ever that she was winning this battle.
Bābarah Åālamgīr even had the feeling that I was sorely tempted in the shower to just give up and make love to her.
She knew she was too.
Bābarah Åālamgīr had fought off the temptation the whole time just to drop to her knees and suck me into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
She smiled to herself, soon, soon she would have me and it would be better because I would do it willingly, even eagerly.
That was how it needed to be if it was to be right and good between us.
Bābarah Åālamgīr stood on her toes and kissed me again.
“Thanks Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. Now let’s go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah up.” Bābarah Åālamgīr deliberately squeezed my Uncut Hindu Lund, bent down, kissed it, licked it, and suddenly taking it fully in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth, Bābarah Åālamgīr started to give me a tremendous blowjob.
Absolutely unprepared for it, I was startled and dumbfounded.
Bābarah Åālamgīr played it very smart.
She proposed to go wake Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
And when I was confident there won’t be any more mischief from her, Bābarah Åālamgīr suddenly started sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund without any ultimatum whatsoever.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was happily sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund now, triumphantly that her strategy worked.
Before I could object, my Uncut Hindu Lund was inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth and Bābarah Åālamgīr was sucking it already ravenously.
Realizing Bābarah Åālamgīr’s strategy and her victory over me, I closed my eyes and surrendered to the immense sexual bliss Bābarah Åālamgīr was bestowing on me.
It was futile now to stop Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She could not be stopped now.
Even the hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
From the service Bābarah Åālamgīr was providing to my Uncut Hindu Lund, it was more than obvious; Bābarah Åālamgīr loved me with all her existence.
Now it was up to me to have her as my indebted friend or scorned enemy.
Was I fool enough to convert my such a devoted friend into my enemy?
I opted to stand there, surrendering to Bābarah Åālamgīr’s needs; with my eyes closed, enjoying every blissful moment of it.
It lasted as if until infinity.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was attacking my Uncut Hindu Lund with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth in every way possible, as if it was a matter of life and death to her.
She had gripped my hips strongly.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was on her knees.
And her exceedingly beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth was extremely busy with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Bābarah Åālamgīr sucked my Uncut Hindu Lund ravenously in every possible way.
It was obvious from her every expression Bābarah Åālamgīr was enjoying the act very much.
Ultimately, I had to explode into Bābarah Åālamgīr’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked triumphantly at me and gulped every drop of my Hindu Vīrý I blasted into her tremendously attractive awfully stunning enormously cute, incredibly elegant, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth.
Then Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me.
“Sorry, I couldn’t resist the temptation. Thanks for your cooperation however.”
“Sālī.” I smiled, “very smart of you. I was caught absolutely unprepared.”
“I’m 29 now, my darling. And a PhD. I can take care of my dreams.” Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes were sparkling triumphant.
“Yes, I can see it now.”
Suddenly Bābarah Åālamgīr stood up, hugged me with her arms around my neck, and kissed me full on my Hindu lips.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard.
It was knocking on the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān entrance of Bābarah Åālamgīr’s Jannat-e-Firdaus.
Bābarah Åālamgīr opened her Musalmān legs wider and allowed my Uncut Hindu Lund to enter her Jannat-e-Firdaus.
My entire head vanished into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Enough, Bābarah Åālamgīr.” I ordered her curtly, “No more mischief. Let it remain there. No more penetration now if you really don’t want to lose me forever.”
“Okay. Sorry if I’ve gone too far.” Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes impishly, entirely unashamed of anything she was doing.
“I want your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot fully embedded deepest.”
“I know, Sālī, I know. But not now.”
“I promise to fuck you as much as you want to, but not now.”
“I need it now.”
“Bābarah Åālamgīr, I never wanted you as my woman.”
“But I always loved you as my dream man.”
“But you never said it to me. Now let me adjust mentally for what you want from me. Don’t speed it up. You want to make yourself a better wife to me than your Ammī was. Don’t you?”
Bābarah Åālamgīr’s mischievous Musalmān eyes sparkled.
“Of course. I want to replace my Ammī forever. And I’m not ashamed of it even a bit. You maybe sixty three as you claim but you are still the most competent Hindu husband for all of us Musalmān Beauties.”
The two of us moved out to the bedroom and got onto the bed on either side of the still sleeping Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
She was still on her belly exactly the way I left her earlier.
We called her name and ran our hands down her back until she stirred.
“Come on it’s time to get up. You have to go see your aunt, Bābarah Åālamgīr tells me.” I said.
“Hmmm, I was hoping you’d wake me up the way you did earlier.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah purred sleepily.
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed.
“If Durgesh does that you’ll go see your aunt with his Hindu cum running down your leg and we can’t have that, can we?”
“But it was so much fun.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted “Just a little. Please.” She asked raising her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass up into the air and wiggling it back and forth.
Bābarah Åālamgīr moved around behind her and looked at her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“I don’t know Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!. It looks pretty good. If I were a guy I would definitely do her. Hell, if you don’t. I might just eat her out right here.”*
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
The next morning dawned perfect for golf, cooler than the previous days had been, but not cold.
The sky was as predicted partly cloudy.
Not a good day for the beach, but perfect for golf.
I slipped out of bed without waking Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
When I turned, I found Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, walking up the steps wearing only her panties again.
I took a second to admire her extremely striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Musalmān body and she smiled at me.
“Like what you see?” She asked me teasingly.
“Yes I do. If you weren’t Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr …”
Who could have believed she bylined the news story in ‘Ved Nagar Tribune’?
The news story was already making history:
It was datelined Paris.
I smiled at her.
“It’s a big bed.”
Bābarah Åālamgīr laughed at me, but she noticed that I was wearing a raging hardon under my shorts.
She started to get wet herself at the teasing.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah came out of the bedroom, having overheard the exchange.
“So are you joining us tonight for some wild sex?” she asked Bābarah Åālamgīr nonchalantly.
“Oh too bad.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted.
Yet, under the humor I wondered how much was act and how much real.
She perched on a stool sleepily and set her feet on the side rungs.
I checked her out as discreetly as I could.
I noticed that she too shaved most of the hair from her pubic area with the exception of a horizontal strip just above her slit.
Zubaydah Bābar noticed me looking.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled naughtily.
Then she spread her beautiful Musalmān legs a little wider to give me a better view.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah caught the byplay, looked at her friend, and laughed.
“What a shameless slut you are.”
Zubaydah Bābar just smiled even broader.
“Kambakħt, you are enjoying the ever sexiest Hindu male in the entire history of humankind already, and I’m the slut? Not you? Wallah, what a great sincerity you do have.”
“Jealous, Zubaydah Bābar? Eh?”
None of them wanted to have a platonic relationship with me.
Everyone of them wanted me to fuck them to their heart’s content forever.*
We finished our breakfast and got our showers.
We met at the car.
I smiled when I saw how they were dressed.
All the four were wearing the tightest T-shirts and shortest shorts they had.
For most of them, it looked like they were painted on.
Except Zubaydah Bābar that is, of course.
She had borrowed one of Bābarah Åālamgīr‘s shirts.
In fact, when I looked at her she leaned back as if to stretch and I could easily see the swell of her exciting excellent enticing Musalmān breasts.
Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled at me.
“It’ll break their concentration.”
“Hell, it’ll break mine too. And I’ve seen all of you, if not naked, damn near.” I said.
She laughed winking at me.
I laughed too.
We piled into the car.
We continued the act pretending not to know how to drive the carts and needing lessons.
So by the time we arrived at the first T, our opponents were already counting their money.
“That’s the ladies tee up there, little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.” I explained.
“But that’s discrimination.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah blurted out, “It’s not fair if we are closer than you.”
It was an odd number of people.
Bābarah Åālamgīr was along, yet she was not playing.
We had taken three carts.
Bābarah Åālamgīr would sometimes ride with me and cuddle with me as I drove.
The opponents were green with envy that I had four young Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls paying attention to me and kept making comments about robbing cradles and other more lewd things.
Zubaydah Bābar made a show of stretching before each shot.
She brought her arms up over her head every now and then, and her shirt with it, flashing everyone a little Musalmān tit each time.
As we planned, the first three holes were all up to me.
I played well but not well enough, deliberately.
I lost two holes and won only one, strategically.
We got to the fourth tee.
I never told them what I’d planned actually.
Zubaydah Bābar turned to the opponents and waggled her nearly exposed Musalmān tits.
“$100 a hole per man is a lot of money. That is what we’re playing for right. That’s four hundred dollars for each hole.”
The four opponents looked at each other and quickly agreed that those were the stakes.
I stopped and said,
“Oh, I thought it was $100 per hole per team. But Ok if it’s per man. It’s Ok. I’ve already brought enough cash to cover it.”
I drew a wad of cash from my pocket and started to count it off to make sure.
“Yep, I can cover it. Don’t worry, my darlings.”
They were hooked.
The four opponents laughed out loud.
The laughter stopped when Zubaydah Bābar drove her ball over three hundred yards to drop on the green in one shot.
We finished the hole on two strokes, because of Nasīm Muåāwiyah‘s 30’ putt while the opponents were rattled enough to need five strokes.
The next 14 hole were more of the same.
It was a slaughter.
When we finished, each of the opponents were muttering about ringers as they handed me the money.
“Ringers?” I asked. “You never asked if we had any experience. I guess I forgot fully to introduce you. This is Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, and these are her three friends. They represent 75% of the first string of the MVU State Championship Ladies Golf Team. As I remember, Shekhar, you never even asked they are average or handicap. But just so you know for next time, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s is the highest average at 88. Have a good day. I am going to take these young Musalmān ladies shopping with your money.”
They looked at each other frustrated.
We all hooked arms and walked to my car.
We all had the good manners to hold our laughter until we got into the car but then we went into hysterics.
Finally, as it began to subside, Zubaydah Bābar said,
“Sorry Durgesh, but those guys won’t want to play with you again.”
“Good,” I answered, “I never liked them anyway. I only ever accepted to be polite.”
“They won’t give you any trouble at the club, like with membership, will they?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked, suddenly concerned.
“They can try but I doubt it, after all I’m on the board of directors and they’re just auxiliary members, summer residents.” I laughed.
They all protested.
Especially Bābarah Åālamgīr, because she didn’t play.
“Look, you all earned it. Once you started to play only one of my shots got used, that one chip shot. You all won the game. And Bābarah Åālamgīr, you were their manager. I don’t need the money. I already do have it plenty of my own. Use it for books, for clothes, or for new clubs, or for just to enjoy the summer, whatever. It’s yours.”
We continued until I agreed to let them take me to dinner one night.
Then they all scampered off to count their money.*
Then as they came and told me, they were going to go out for a bit but would be back later, I knew they were going shopping.
We had a good dinner and a good time before we returned home.
It was a cool evening.
We all wanted to get into the hot tub, naturally, and relax.
They insisted I join them.
I agreed and went to get my suit on.
The hot tub was one of those big eight person jobs.
It had come with the house when I bought it.
I considered getting rid of it because I rarely used it but it was nice to have around, so I kept it.
They teased me about wearing a bathing suit.
It had become her normal state.
Nishāt Nazli peeled off her thong as I got in and threw it out onto the deck.
Bābarah Åālamgīr just smirked at me.
She got out getting them all another round of drinks.
I saw she was also naked.
She was too deliberately seducing me, I knew it now.
Did she herself wanted to replace her mother, in my life?
It seemed to me so.
I found that as I had suspected from the view through her panties, she shaved her red bush except for a strip leading up from her slit.
They continued to tease me about my bathing suit until, after their a couple of drinks; I figured what the hell and slipped out of it too under the water.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was sitting next to me as I slid it off.
She of course helped and then immediately grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
We all laughed at how possessive she got about me and she just shrugged.
“Believe me if you had it you’d be possessive too yourselves.” She told them, “You haven’t experienced its unique sexual miracles yet, girlies.”
The next half hour slid into teasing and games of grabbing their asses and my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Nishāt Nazli tried to pull my legs out from under me.
It didn’t go into her, but it did almost nevertheless.
And she wasn’t ashamed of her for it even the slightest.
Her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes got big.
Nishāt Nazli instinctively rocked against it and closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes in pleasure.
When she opened them, she looked first at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She looked at Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled and nodded.
I looked around alert.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah leaned over, kissed my lips and whimpered in my ear.
I looked over at Bābarah Åālamgīr.
She saw the uncertainty in my eyes.
Then she whimpered to me.
“Thank you, Durgesh, for entertaining my friends to the extent they were dying to. They came here deliberately to have you inside them. Thank you once more.I love you.”
It was then that I knew this was something Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, wanted me to do with herself too, and enjoy.
I leaned back and relaxed.
It took a long time before I felt Nishāt Nazli tighten on my Uncut Hindu Cock, groan and shudder into orgasm.
Then she kissed Nasīm Muåāwiyah too, gently, and then Bābarah Åālamgīr, before she extricated herself from me.*
To her great surprise, I was still hard, as I had not cum still now, even after fucking Nishāt Nazli so much.
Zubaydah Bābar smiled and crawled up on my legs.
“My turn?” She asked.
“Sure, it was bound to happen sooner or later.” I winked at her.
Zubaydah Bābar lowered herself onto me.
It took some time for her to stretch out enough to accommodate me inside her.
Once I was fully in, Zubaydah Bābar began to rock on me.
She came the first time in seconds and just continued to ride me for a few minutes until she was rocked by another orgasm.
I looked over.
I immediately recognized her glassy eyed stare.
She was fantasizing it wasn’t her finger, my Uncut Hindu Lund instead she was enjoying herself.
It was written on her face clearly what she was fantasizing entirely unashamed of herself.
I was near to cumming now.
As Zubaydah Bābar slid off me, Nasīm Muåāwiyah grasped my Uncut Hindu Cock, placed her other hand underneath me, and lifted me up.
I rose out of the water.
I felt another pair of hands slide underneath me and realized that it was Bābarah Åālamgīr herself.
She was too holding up my weight in the water.
She began to pump on my Uncut Hindu Cock, making love to it as she had done before, swallowing my entire Hindu length and slowly letting it slide back out, then repeating it, till I was ready to cum.
She went on doing it nonstop, until she sensed my orgasm coming.
She did not swallow it.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah just held it there until I was finished.
Bābarah Åālamgīr winked at me deliberately with immense pride.
Then they broke the kiss, and each of them turned to their other friends.
They each swallowed their prize, my Hindu Vīrý, optimum.
It was so much, all of them had it enough.
Then each of them kissed me.
They got out of the tub with a smile and walked into the house.
It left me alone in the tub with Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr.
They deliberately did it.
Bābarah Åālamgīr made them to do it.
I saw her requesting, rather ordering them to do so.
I was all alert now.
Was Bābarah Åālamgīr ready now to fuck me herself?
She was deliberately alone there with me so that I won’t object when she fucks me?
She had also watched me getting a blowjob from the third and shared my Hindu cum herself, with all of them.
Bābarah Åālamgīr looked into my eyes bravely and laid her head on my chest.
“You know I’m jealous of all of them. Don’t you?” She said gravely.
“No I didn’t know.” I answered.
“Of course. They have all had you and I can’t. Only because you have my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, before I could have you myself.” She answered.
I looked at her gravely.
“You must understand, Bābarah Åālamgīr, it isn’t just what you say. It makes you my stepdaughter.”
“Nonsense. Damn you. I would rather die instead, accepting you my stepfather.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said curtly, “I love you, as my Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, loves you. I never called you ‘daddy’ seriously. I always called you ‘daddy’ skeptically’. We are lovers, not a stepfather and a stepdaughter. Damn it. I mean it, you know.”
“You shouldn’t have taken my Hindu Vīrý into your mouth; neither should you have swallowed it.” I told her.
“I would rape you if you don’t make love to me. I deliberately bring them here so that they fuck you and help me in fucking you myself. Allah, what a miraculous Hindu male tool you have! Everyone of us is crazy to fuck you to our hearts content.”
“Nonsense, Bābarah Åālamgīr, you must be more prudent and more sophisticated. You are now a globally renowned reporter, a journalist hailed by a large number of your fans.”
“That doesn’t mean I shouldn’t have my sex life. Does it?” Bābarah Åālamgīr asked me curtly.
“Not with me.” I said equally curtly.
I patted her shoulder.
Finally, after a few minutes she broke the silence,
“Okay. Can I ask you a favor at least?”
“What’s that?” I asked her gravely.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
Ever since their honeymoon, Muħammad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad , and Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad had taken the very same vacation year after year.
It was actually the very same, the same motel, the same dates, the same suite in many cases, seventeen years running now, all the same.
That sounds painfully monotonous to some persons and under ordinary circumstances probably would be.
But, having a very narrow window of time in the Spring while trying to maintain a very strict budget, they just couldn’t top it.
First and foremost this locale had always been quite inexpensive, which absolutely topped the list, but not cheap with amenities.
It also had everything they were looking for in a cheap Spring vacation; great beach, great food, quiet, and all just outside their door.
They had even grown to know and love the motel owners.
There wasn’t anything to dislike.
However, after the first few years of discovering this little patch of sand, they soon realized it was becoming more and more popular with the Spring breakers.
They were like locusts for those of the persons who were only looking for down time.
As soon as they invaded Panama City Beach, it was only a matter of time before they found Ft. Walton.
It used to be a great panhandle beach with very few Spring breakers.
There was no problem even about getting a good room.
A week’s stay always broke out to around forty-five bucks per night and there were folks of almost every age to relate to.
Sadly enough though, they watched as their little sanctuary slipped into the hands of the mighty hordes.
Even after the Spring breakers discovered their little piece of paradise, they continued to go.
It was their place.
They had too many memories to give it up.
They finally conceded though that, if they were going to keep it their little spot, they had to live with it.
And as it turned out, they really weren’t all that rowdy, at least not rowdy enough to run them off.
Last year however broke the mold in so very many ways.
They first found themselves literally surrounded by Spring breakers, again not unusual for late March, but this particular year they found themselves a literal magnet for many of the University faculties.
It took them very little time to discover that they were both educators at Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
It turned out, to be the source of the magnetism attracting them.
They were absolutely fascinated by the fact that they were normal, cool, and otherwise regular people able to have a good time.
Somewhere in their minds, they must have believed that they spent most of their free time finding new ways to flunk them into oblivion.
Most of them were very standoffish at first, treating them like the police or some other higher authority, but after a couple of days they finally figured out that they were actual human beings.
Very soon into the second day, they found that the back porch of their suite was becoming the ultimate hangout for some of them.
Naively, Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was sure at first it had much more to do with the fact that they always had beer, liquor, and a whole lot less to do with the placement of their porch, but soon found out differently.
Many of them though, being the bright mature sophisticated folks they were, soon discovered that storing and mingling their drinkables with theirs, stretched their supply a whole lot further; Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad watched it too many times to try it.
Most of them were from Banaras Hindu University, India, a very likable sort so they just went with it.
Plus, they always overbought when it came to alcohol, not wanting to run back and forth to the liquor store.
Funny thing was Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife and he only drink a few times a year, but they were mega-lushes with the amount they purchased.
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad had to say though, they were Nazis about who was and was not of drinking age and, to their surprise, they very much respected their one cardinal rule.
Several of the faculties from the Banaras Hindu University, India, were awe struck with Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Pakistani Musalmān wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
It wasn’t surprising the slightest.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad’s nickname where they taught was “Ultra MILF” with some of her present and former male students.
It’s quite interesting too, over the years she and Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad both began to notice that her Hindu male students always made far better grades than did even her female Musalmān students.
“I understand Professor Al Tāhirah.”
“Take for example our Head Peon Ram Lal. Doesn’t he deserve promotion to a better post now even when he is approaching his sixty?”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Our Head Peon Ram Lal couldn’t get his promotion ever because he has always infuriated the higher authorities.”
“Well, if the extremely ravenous Musalmān wives and other houseladies of our higher authorities are always interested in our Head Peon Ram Lal, sexually, what our Head Peon Ram Lal can do, except to surrender to their horny wishes?” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Professor Al Tāhirah, please. Our Head Peon Ram Lal is not Ħazrat Yusuf ålayhissalām.”
“Well,” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled cunningly, “Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī doesn’t think so.”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad couldn’t contradict his extremely beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Shakīlah Taymūr was his own real elder sister.
“Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī wanted a son. Anwar Kamāl, her husband, couldn’t provide.”
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled.
“Our Head Peon Ram Lal has given Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī five sons consecutively. Naturally, Shakīlah Taymūr Bājī is grateful to our Head Peon Ram Lal.”
“What do you want to say?” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad looked somewhat irritated at his extremely beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Professor Al Tāhirah smiled,
“I sympathize with the poor Hindu. He is being victimized by our most communal political system.”
“In India, Musalmīn are treated worse.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad said furiously.
“I don’t think so. Shahrukh Khan, Åāmir Khan, Salmān Khan are included in Indian super stars.”
“Well, they say our Head Peon Ram Lal is the most successful porn super star of Pakistan.”
“Porn super star.” Professor Al Tāhirah smiled sarcastically, “Is it legal? He can be arrested and prosecuted anytime.”
“He is already approaching sixty, yaar? He isn’t arrested even once. When will they arrest him? When he would die? Allah Allah! Our Head Peon Ram Lal is enjoying sex with our extremely attractive Pakistani Musalmān Beauties. And yet you say we are communal. Nonsense.”
To Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad it was a no-brainer.
They were simply trying to gain her approval.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad always laughingly told Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad it was from her revolutionary teaching skills.
He always rebutted,
“Having a spectacular pair of legs and a nice Musalmān ass is not a skill.”
She was the type of female Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad educator that you might see in movies.
She was truly brilliant, naturally beautiful, very professional, and had perfect C-cup breasts that Allah gave her.
The fact that she was a highly sexy thirty-seven year old Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad educator spread like wildfire at the motel and actually got Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad even more “Hot Points,” as some of the Hindus began calling it.
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad sometimes wished he were more ignorant to Hindus gazing at her.
But Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was neither naive nor stupid when it came to what they were staring at.
It was not the bikini.
It was what’s under it.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad truly was gorgeous and would be stared at, especially by her Hindu colleagues, males in general for that matter.
Head peon, Ram Lal, was very much attached to her, naturally.
Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad openly favored Head Peon Ram Lal, always sympathetic to him for his absolutely unjust degrading post.
Head Peon Ram Lal started his career as a peon, but he studied along with serving Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.
Now he was a PhD, Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD.
Even then, he was not promoted even to a clerical post.
His enemies were tremendously furious with him as he fucked their ravenous beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
“Actually the ravenous Musalmān bitches fuck our Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD.” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad used to say.
“Professor Al Tāhirah,” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad used to say patiently, “They suspect Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD fucks you too.”
“Your name is linked with him.”
“Yes, I know. But it’s not true.”
“Stop favoring Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD so openly.”
“Never. That’s what the bastards want me to do.” Professor Al Tāhirah declared wrathfully.
“He’d still have countless supporters.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad smiled ironically, “though almost all of them are ravenous horny Pakistani Musalmān Beauties. But you can’t deny that almost all of them are too powerful to be fought out.”
“That’s why he is still surviving, despite every unjust attitude of our most envious impotent male dominated society.” Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was still fuming.
“They say he is practically your Personal Assistant?”
“He is a PhD, Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.” Professor Al Tāhirah said curtly, “As far as I can, I’d never let him degraded.”
“Allah, they say you are his sex slave.” Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad said helplessly.
“Well, I’m not.”
“He is a porn super star, and—”
“Do you believe the unjust degrading rumors about Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD and me?”
“Do you want to divorce me?”
“Allah, Professor Al Tāhirah!”
“Thank you. Tell me if you ever want to divorce me. I’d never oppose you.”
Professor Muħammad of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad was frightened of her now very much.
He couldn’t live without his exceedingly beautiful wife, Professor Al Tāhirah of Qāid-e-Åāzam University Islamabad.***
Some days ago, in Islamabad, Dr. Ram Lal Qāid-e-Åāzamist PhD, parked his compact green Chevrolet sports coupe in his reserved slot at the rear of his small office building on Fātimah Ali Jinnah Boulevard.
After going through the usual contortions to get his still handsome frame out of the cramped driver’s seat, he ambled up the narrow walk that ran along the side of his building to the front door.
On the door was a gray plaque with gold and green lettering that read:
‘Ram Lal Associates: A HVS organization’.
The door, as usual, was unlocked.
The HVS Chairman Durgesh had come to Islamabad on the special request of President of Pakistan.
It was rumored that Durgesh had his sexual relationships with even Benazir Bhutto and her opponents killed her to keep their self-respect and that of their country.
Pakistan Peoples Party had not only denied the rumors, it condemned it too.
The staff was always in at nine thirty in the morning.
Dr. Ram Lal tried to arrive promptly at ten o’clock.
The reception was momentarily empty.
It told Dr. Ram Lal that his receptionist-bookkeeper-secretary, Almās Åālamgīr, was most likely in his office preparing his coffee in the small kitchen.
Down the adorned corridor, there were three offices:
The first was occupied by his draftsperson, Fauziyah Bābar.
The second was occupied by his production person, Nauheed Salāħuddīn Ayyūbī.
The last and largest was his own office.
It was an airy room that had a wooden drafting table at one end and his oversized waxed pine desk, with a cluster of chairs ringing it, at the other.
Sure enough, in his office, Dr. Ram Lal found Almās Åālamgīr at his desk, setting down his mug of hot black coffee and spreading out the morning’s HVS Times of Pakistan for him.
Almās Åālamgīr was a medium height, shapely Pakistani Musalmān brunette.
Almās Åālamgīr hesitated.
“Hi, beautiful.” Dr. Ram Lal smiled, feeling himself rock hard.
Almās Åālamgīr smiled her thanks, unzipped him and brought out his rocking hard Uncut Hindu Penis.
Dr. Ram Lal started undressing Almās Åālamgīr.
Dr. Ram Lal closed his eyes enjoying the daily morning blowjob from Almās Åālamgīr.
Almās Åālamgīr undressed Dr. Ram Lal fully giving him excellent blowjob.
“What’s the mood, sir? On my back or on my knees today?” Almās Åālamgīr winked at her Hindu employer and lover.
“On your knees, Sālī.”
Extremely beautiful nude Almās Åālamgīr went on her knees.
Dr. Ram Lal entered her from her behind.
Almās Åālamgīr was quite habitual now.
The sixty years old Hindu was still a sex maniac.
Allah, how wild he is always.
Sometimes he pounded her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt even the entire day nonstop.
These Hindus are really wild and savage in sex.
Even her Abbū, Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr had told her so.
“I’d hoped to clean up your desk a little before that lady comes, sir.” Almās Åālamgīr smiled at her ever-sexy Hindu employer.
“Lady?”Dr. Ram Lal suddenly found himself brought to the real world, relentlessly, from the Jannat-e-Firdaus of Almās Åālamgīr he was enjoying very much.
The Hindu balls kissed her smooth velvet thighs.
It rested deepest into Almās Åālamgīr now.
Dr. Ram Lal stopped the in and out movements, enjoying the ‘in’ now deepest, very much.
“Idiot,” her Ammī rebuked her Abbū, “Almās Åālamgīr is nobody’s fool. She is after Durgesh. Dr. Ram Lal would soon be replaced by the great Durgesh, the zillionaire himself. Durgesh visits HVS organizations every now and then.”
“Her Ammī, Jamīlah Aurangzeb, was a damnfool. She never thought of her daughters. She was so selfish that she never prepared Bābarah Åālamgīr for Durgesh. She behaved foolishly with him as if he was her real father. Now, Durgesh is having problem in accepting Bābarah Åālamgīr as his Live in relationship Partner.”
“Bilqīs Taymūr, please.”Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr disapproved his wife’s statement against his another wife, Jamīlah Aurangzeb.
Bilqīs Taymūr dismissed her shauhar scornfully.
“Your problem is that you couldn’t get Durgesh.” Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr tried to suppress his smile.
Bilqīs Taymūr was irritated,
“Don’t do it, please.” Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr pleaded with Bilqīs Taymūr mocking her, “Think of your own daughter, Almās Åālamgīr, even if you never think of your old backward Musalmān husband.”
“Very funny.” Bilqīs Taymūr retorted.
“Give me a son, Almās Åālamgīr.”Dr. Ram Lal repeated his request as usual.
“My pleasure, Mérī Jān.” Almās Åālamgīr bowed humbly.
Dr. Ram Lal went behind his desk and settled down with a glass of juice and his morning paper.
4. On History
6. On Hinduism
7. On Islam
Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh
You are naked!
Durgesh Nasīm Muåāwiyah
Jamīlah Aurangzeb had ultimately decided not to live a sinful life anymore.
So many Pakistani Musalmān ladies used to think so, after enjoying a very wild and adventurous sex life with me.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb didn’t prove to be any different from them.
After extinguishing the fire between their legs to a large extent with me, they thought to be popular in their own Ummat-e-Muslimah now too.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb started to live with me in Live in relationship when I was forty two.
She got five sons from me; she wanted to convert into Islam now.
Life together had not been good, she announced ultimately.
I poured my energies into work and sex, with my other still countless Musalmān Beauties.
It was natural that I had become successful.
The resolute determination, the nonstop hard labor and brains always pay.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, turned 18 then, graduated high school and left.
I had prepared for it though.
I had immense experiences of the same for a long time already.
A person burned of milk, drinks even its cold reproduction, cautiously always.
Years earlier, I had channeled investments into an out of State Corporation that I had formed just for this purpose.
I didn’t get greedy.
I left enough in the open so that nobody would look too hard.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā had given me too much.
And it was still pouring in too much, for me.
How much, after all, could I consume and enjoy?
I knew very well, so many of them never lived with me for the righteous reasons they claimed to.
They lived with me, for sex and money, both, actually.
I was unique in sex and a zillionaire, too.
My Live in relationship Partner, Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s lawyer, had been lazy and did not look too far or hard.
While I was myself a most successful Barrister and moreover I was always assisted by the most brilliant legal brains the money and my unique incredible sexual prowess could get for me.
Her lawer found cash and minor investments to be what was expected, a little on the low side, but not too much.
I ended up giving my Live in relationship Partner , Jamīlah Aurangzeb, 65% of our joint property and agreed to a limited 2-year spousal support payment.
All in all, it had been only about ½ of what I had been prepared to give up to get rid of the skillfully planned shrewd Live in relationship.
After all, I enjoyed the great Musalmān Beauty, Jamīlah Aurangzeb till now.
To me, it was a proposal of convenience only, ab initio, irrespective of all the window dressing Jamīlah Aurangzeb could provide to it.
After all, I was not born yesterday myself.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb walked out of the courtroom happy, figuring she had bankrupted me and I let her think it.
That was what I wanted her to think.
The greedy Mullahs and Maulavīs of present day Pseudo Islam smiled cunningly that they had succeeded not only in saving a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān lady from a Kaffir’s bed, but in punishing me with several millions of dollars for it too.
That was a great achievement for them.
But it was a negligible loss for me that I could afford to enjoy great Musalmān Beauties of the time.
The downside was that Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, would not speak to me.
She felt as though I had abandoned her Ammī and pissed on her.
That wore off in time.
First, I worked at it, letting her know I loved her then I carefully made sure all the support payments went on time and without a hitch.
I was civil to my ex-Live in relationship Partner and even tried to be friendly.
What had I to lose in doing it, after all?
Eventually my ex got over it and moved on, realizing that we were both happier than we had been.
Then Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, began to loosen up more as she saw her Ammī accept it and she too realized that it had been for the best.
Now here I was, 4 years later.
I had moved to a beach community in North Carolina and into one of the rental houses my “company” owned as an investment then proceeded to buy it from my “company” actually myself .
It was all legal and above board.
My Live in relationship Partner , Jamīlah Aurangzeb, stopped paying attention to what I was doing.
She had hers and was comfortable and even admitted to feeling a little guilty occasionally for the way she had taken me to the cleaners.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, had started speaking to me again and even came for 2 visits during her Junior year, Once over the Eīdul Fitr break and again right after classes let out for the summer.
The following year she visited more often and stayed longer.
A few weekends, 10 days over Eīdul Fitr and a week of spring break.
It was nice having her visit and I had plenty of room.
The house was only about 100 yards from the beach, a multi story job with wrap around decks on each floor.
The first floor was set up as countless bedrooms, a family room and garage.
The second floor had again countless bedrooms and two baths.
The third floor was where I spent most of my time, Master bed and bath, kitchen, and living/dining area.
I hardly ever used the other rooms except when I had company.
Life was good although a little lonely at times, when I needed it for my work.
The great attraction I had for them was my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Cock and my ever pouring in money too, my ever increasing Bhogyantrānk, Āgamānk and Bhāvānk were providing nonstop.
But in the off season the pickings got slim.
I still was able to get laid fairly regular, but I had to settle for what was there, if I wanted to pay optimum attention to my work and countless business organizations I owned.
My life changed one day in May and I did not even realize it.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr, called and after chatting for a few minutes got to the purpose of her call.
She wanted to come to visit me after PhD and bring a few friends for two weeks.
I didn’t know, neither even suspected, it was a deliberate plan, suggested by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
Well I never could say no to my little girl and I did have lots of rooms too.
Therefore, I just told her I’d be happy to have them.
PhD week came and I made the trip to see Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little girl getting PhD.
I saw my ex-Live in relationship Partner again, with her Musalmān husband, Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr.
I suspected Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr himself had master minded the whole affair to get several millions of dollars from me as a settlement for his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Live in relationship Partner .
Well, even if it was true, I hadn’t any objection whatsoever at all.
If he wanted to lease his extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān wife to me for twenty years, it was okay with me.
Maulānah Aurangzeb Åālamgīr acted like an ass but I kept my cool and just smiled knowing I would probably never see him again anyway.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls went through their PhD ceremony and each took their things home.
The plan was for them to meet up again two days later and drive to my place.
I went home to ready the house under my own supervision and wait.
The first to show up was Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr herself.
Like the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls, Bābarah Åālamgīr was 28 and very pretty, prettier than even her Ammī ever had been. 5’4″ 115 lbs, long legs and a shock of long red hair.
She had a nice Musalmān body well proportioned and had big breasts too.
Well, I smiled to myself.
She greeted her Hindu father with a hug and a daughterly kiss on the cheek, obviously excited about having her friends together for an after PhD vacation.
We no sooner had her stuff stored in “her” room than Nishāt Nāzlī arrived.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls greeted each other with hugs and squeals of joy.
I instructed my maidservants to carry her things in and let her choose her room.
Nishāt Nāzlī was shorter than Bābarah Åālamgīr was, about 5′ or a bit more and slim at maybe 100 lbs.
The two Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got settled in.
I got them each a beer and we all sat on the deck.
We talked while we waited for the other two to arrive.
Zubaydah Bābar and Nasīm Muåāwiyah showed up together a while later.
Zubaydah Bābar was a tall brunette, built like the proverbial “brick shithouse” 6’1″ 180lbs with not an ounce of fat on her frame.
Her size and build made her intimating to many of the boys around campus as well as her reputation for being a master of martial arts and a “No Nonsense ” attitude.
But even then, she was a very pleasant and soft spoken Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was of an average height and weight, built a lot like Bābarah Åālamgīr but with somewhat smaller breasts.
Not huge, somewhat smaller instead.
She was gorgeous with long black curly hair, a pale white complexion and soft blue eyes.
Once we were all together, I realized I had two problems.
One I was going to have to behave myself with all this young Musalmān flesh running around and two, I was going to have to do something to keep from walking around the house with a 24 hr Hindu hardon.
I had promised to take them to dinner on their first night but we had time so all the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls got their bathing suits on and walked down to the beach.
I watched through the window as we walked away.
Three of them were in their Bikinis and Zubaydah Bābar in a modest one piece.
But she never realized what more she could have gotten from me.
Jamīlah Aurangzeb actually faithful to her Musalmān husband even for those long twenty years she lived with me.
She was always an ardent Musalmān even enjoying sex with me for long twenty years.
Once the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls returned from the beach, we all changed for dinner and I invited them on the deck for a drink before we left for the restaurant.
We finished our drinks and piled into my MERCEDES for the trip to the restaurant.
We had a nice dinner and by the time we were through, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls all started to loosen up around me.
We shared even some dirty jokes and stories about encounters with the opposite sex.
Even Bābarah Åālamgīr started to treat her Hindu father more as a friend than as a stepfather.
Once dinner was done, I took them to a club for a little dancing before getting home after midnight.
When I woke late the next morning, I found myself alone.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls had all gone to the beach already.
That suited me fine.
I had to make a trip to see one of the clients I did some consulting work for and would be gone till early evening.
Therefore, I left Bābarah Åālamgīr a note in an envelope with $500.00 in cash and told her she needed to go grocery shopping if they wanted to eat anything more than delivered pizza for the next two weeks.
I got home around 9:00 that evening and found a note.
We had gone shopping and put everything away and went out dancing,
“Don’t wait up. We’ll be late.”
I smiled and as tired, as I was, I ordered for myself a juice and went to bed.
I was up early the next morning and left to do a little fishing before the day got too hot, returning around lunchtime.
Once again, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls were at the beach.
I put my tackle away and ordered to make a sandwich when I heard something from the second floor.
It sounded like whimpering so I went to investigate to make sure none of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls was sick or hurt.
I followed the sound to one of the bedrooms and peeking in through the half open door I saw Nasīm Muåāwiyah lying in the bed quietly crying.
I knocked on the door,
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, are you alright, my darling?”
“It hurts.” She whimpered, “My sunburn, it hurts! I think perhaps I overdid it.”
I turned on the overhead light.
What I saw, shocked me.
The Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl with the pale white skin, skin like milk, was as red as a lobster just out of the pot.
She was lying on the bed with just a light bra and panties on.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! girl, what did you do?” I asked in amazement.
“I put sun block on but then went swimming and forgot to reapply it. I fell asleep and now it hurts!”
“Alright, just stay here. I’ll be right back.” I ordered as I went to my medicine chest and retrieved a container of skin suave made especially for sunburn.
I returned to the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl’s room and offered her the jar of suave.
“Here, rub this on. It has a local anesthetic and healing oils in it.’
Nasīm Muåāwiyah sat up to take the jar.
I noticed that she was as badly burned on the back as she was on the front.
“Oh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā. I’ll go to the beach and find Bābarah Åālamgīr to do your back.”
“No, please. You do it. It’ll take hours to find her.” She whimpered.
“Ok, just lie down on your stomach.” I asked her.
She lay down.
I could see that she was literally burned from head to toe.
So I started on her shoulders.
Moving the long black curls out of the way I began to apply the suave lightly rubbing it into her skin, not wanting to apply any pressure until the stuff had a chance to work.
I applied liberal amounts to her shoulders and upper back and as I finished that section, I asked,
“Does that feel any better?”
“Allah, yes” Nasīm Muåāwiyah answered, “Please hurry and do the rest of me. It hurt so bad last night I couldn’t sleep. I cried all night.”
I continued applying the stuff to her back and Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed appreciatively. “That stuff really works. You’ll have to undo my bra strap to get all of my back.”
But she was hurt so bad, I felt more like a father taking care of a child than of a Hindu man with a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman.
I unhooked her bra and let the straps fall away to the sides.
That was when I noticed that there was no tan line on her back.
“Were you girls up at the park on the nude beach when this happened?” I asked her.
“How did you know that?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked a little shocked and a little bit of embarrassment in her voice. “We left our bottoms on but none of us had ever been at a nude beach and we were curious.”
I laughed at her.
She was acting as if she had been caught at something.
“I’m not chastising you. It’s not my duty. I just noticed no tan line.”
“Oh, Bābarah Åālamgīr said not to tell you where we were. You might get mad.”
“That’s because Bābarah Åālamgīr is Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter. Would you tell your father where you were?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah giggled,
“No, I guess not.”
“She’s a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman now. And as hard as that is for me, at times, I have to accept it. So although I may not like all of her choices they are her choices. I would not get mad unless she did something really stupid and got hurt or got in trouble or something. She’ll always be Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl, but my grown up little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl.”
I finished her back and started rubbing the suave into her legs starting at her feet and working up first her left then her right leg.
Once I finished all the exposed areas, I told her to roll over.
She hesitated and then said,
“I’m a little embarrassed but I was wearing a Thong bikini and my butt is burned. If it were possible for me to get any redder, I would have.”
She blushed with embarrassment.
“Ok then drop your drawers and let’s get that done too.”
She pulled her panties down and wiggled out of them until they were down around her knees.
Without saying another word, I dropped a dollop of suave on each cheek and started to rub it in.
She had a beautiful ass, tight and firm but skin so soft and perfectly shaped.
My Uncut Hindu Lund grew to its full erect size while I massaged the suave into her skin, notwithstanding the fact that she was only twenty eight while I was sixty two already.
My lust for Musalmān Beauties had increased with my age, instead of diminishing.
I was working hard not to let this become sexual, trying to stay detached.
I started at the top of her firm Musalmān buttocks and worked down across it and onto each side and then just slightly into the crack of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass to get some of the soothing suave in there.
Soon I had my hand down where her cheeks met her thighs and applied it into the crease that formed there then I found I had to get a little closer to her sex than I was comfortable with.
But I went ahead and applied it to the underside of her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass anyway.
As I rubbed it in, Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed and moved her legs apart just a bit.
I looked up and saw that she had fallen asleep.
“The poor kid is exhausted.” I thought to myself and although I hated to wake her, we had to get the stuff applied to all the burned areas.
So I gently called her name and when she responded I told her to roll over.
I never for an instant thought that she would just roll over.
I did not know that she was as sound asleep as she was.
I had assumed she would pull her panties up and hold her bra to herself as she rolled.
But she was in a deep sleep, or she pretended to be so, under Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s well planned strategy.
Hearing my request, she just rolled over.
What’s more, I could see that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was wet.
What did it mean?
Nasīm Muåāwiyah was excited for me?
She had gotten wet while I was rubbing her back and the juices had run around and wet her front down.
I stared for about half a minute, and then realized that I was staring.
I turned my head and called her name.
“Nasīm Muåāwiyah, you may want to cover up.”
She woke and looked at herself, then laughed.
“Well I guess I don’t have anything now you haven’t seen before. Okay. I don’t care even if you see me. You are helping me. You must have at least this much reward.”
“Are you sure you want me rubbing stuff on you when you don’t have any clothes on?”
“Oh I’m sure. It feels so good. The relief is wonderful and you apply just the right amount of pressure. Please don’t stop.”
So now, without even a little hesitation, I turned around again and started to rub the suave into her shoulders, this time from the front.
Shortly I found that I had to work it into her tits and again I hesitated.
She was lying there with her eyes closed but she knew I stopped and she knew why.
“It’s ok. Go ahead. My tits won’t bite.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled.
That’s when I knew she was teasing me, enjoying my discomfort.
Under the successfully experienced guidance of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?
“Well we’ll see you little vixen.” I thought to myself.
Instead of applying it directly to her breasts, I moved around them and below to work her abdomen, and up underneath each of those perfect globes.
Then up her Musalmān cleavage and around them again.
“We will see who gets teased.” I thought to myself.
I continued to work her abdomen down to just above her exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot just onto her pubic mound then down her thighs and her legs.
I slowed my pace down now and avoided the places that might give her a thrill, getting close with a sensuous rub but not quite getting there.
As I finished the rest of her body, I returned to her breasts and slowly worked the suave into them working in circles around first one breast then the other until the circles got small enough that just the areoles were left untouched.
Then ever so gently, I did each nipple rubbing the cream in with one finger making slow circular motions.
By this time, her nipples were standing hard at attention and she was breathing different.
I laughed to myself,
“Now who is going to have a problem with sexual frustration?” I thought to myself.
But I wasn’t finished.
I had avoided the area near her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I moved my hands down and before I started, I noticed that where she had been a little wet before, she was dripping now.
The Sālī deliberately wanted me to fuck her.
Her legs were spread, almost inviting me to touch her.
But instead, I continued to rub the suave into her thighs and around the crease, where her legs met her torso, always getting closer to her sex.
Finally I was done.
I had not rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot because it had not been burned but I could easily see that she was excited.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips were swollen and there was a trickle of juice running from her.
I decided to tease her just a bit more.
I took a bit of suave on my fingers and ran it down the crease of her leg, starting on her hips and down toward her sex until I just touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
She let out a mewing sound and I stopped.
“Well, all done.” I said as I stood and pulled a sheet over her, “Get some sleep. You’ll need another application in about 4 hours. The anesthetic will wear off and it will start to hurt again.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah looked up at me and smiled.
“Thanks, I feel better already, except for a little tension that is. I’m also glad to see that you’re not as old and decrepit as you are always telling us.” she glanced at my crotch and the Hindu hardon, straining my pants.
Now it was my turn to smile.
“Well, you are a beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and I am old, not dead.” I told her as I started to walk away, “Just let me know when it starts to hurt again and we will reapply it. Now get some sleep.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I smiled at her.
“Let me help you in calming down it.”she said and kissed the tip.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah brought out her greedy Pakistani Musalmān tongue and started to lick it.
“Thank you.” I closed my eyes.
“It’s alright. You helped me and therefore I’m helping you.”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah kissed and licked my Uncut Hindu Lund along its entire length.
I was so excited that I started to fuck her mouth.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled.
“Chađhī jawānī buddhé nū.”
“She is crazy.”
“But she is your wife now. Isn’t she?”
Nasīm Muåāwiyah swallowed it all.
I thanked Nasīm Muåāwiyah.
“Thanks for helping me to calm me down.”
“You are most welcome, my dear. Any time anywhere. Just call me when you need me.”
I closed the door as I left the room.
I went back to the kitchen and found my sandwich already prepared.
I ate it and washed it down with a juice.
For her part, Nasīm Muåāwiyah laid under the sheet that I had covered her with.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was soaking wet and she was sooo horny.
Why didn’t she act as bold as she really was?
Why didn’t she herself ask me to fuck her?
Hell, she thought I’d ultimately fuck her.
But I didn’t.
Is Durgesh really an old man?
Isn’t he thirty two really?
Is he really sixty two as he claimed?
Is touching her had nearly gotten her off.
As she lay there playing with herself trying to finish what got started she thought,
After my shower, I went to my personal office to get a little work done.
I usually did not accept contracts in the summer.
It wasn’t like I needed the money, but this one was running long from the late winter.
I wanted to finish it up and free my time for some serious time as a beach bum.
Time flew by and suddenly my concentration was broken by a knock at the office door.
“Come in.” I called as I looked at the door.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened it and stepped halfway in.
She was naked as the day she was born and holding the jar of suave.
“I’m sorry to bother you but it’s starting to wear off. I was hoping you could do me again?” She asked quietly.
She was looking slightly down and the only way to describe her at that moment was demure.
I suddenly found myself rock hard again.
I also did not miss the potential double meaning of her question.
“Sure. but let’s go up to your room where you can be comfortable. Or if you had enough sleep would you rather lay on the couch upstairs and watch TV?”
“I am feeling more rested. The couch might be better if you don’t mind.”
With that, we moved to the third floor.
As I followed her up the stairs, I could not take my eyes off the perfect Young Musalmān ass in front of me and the way it wiggled or the way her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was exposed to me from behind, only inches from my face.
My Uncut Hindu Cock got even harder and I was having trouble walking up the stairs comfortably.
Once at the top of the stairs, Nasīm Muåāwiyah immediately lay on the couch and looked at me with a demure smile.
Now there was some clout in her behavior.
After all, Nasīm Muåāwiyah had sucked me till I blasted in her mouth.
We were not so unknown now for each other.
I sat next to her on the edge of the cushion and began to apply the cream to her shoulders as I had earlier.
Since Nasīm Muåāwiyah started out naked there was no bra strap to move this time and I quickly made my way down her back and over her extremely beautiful Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass cheeks then down each leg.
I was trying to behave this time so I avoided her inner thighs and the bottom of her extremely beautiful Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, the area closest to her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
“Ok, that’s done. Do you want to do your front yourself this time?” I offered, mostly to avoid further embarrassment.
“Hey, Durgesh darling, you’re not done. You missed part of my bottom and inside my legs. That hurts more than the rest.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah pouted.
With a sigh, I put more cream on my fingers and began to work it into her bottom.
As soon as my fingers touched her, Nasīm Muåāwiyah opened her legs up to make it easier for me.
I got another uninhibited view of her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As I worked the suave into her bottom and thighs, Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed in appreciation and when I got close to her sex, she even moved a little as though she were trying to get my hand onto her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
Just as I was finishing Nasīm Muåāwiyah sighed and asked,
“Could you put some more there it feels nice and it is very sensitive.”
Now I had to sigh.
Just when I thought I was going to escape.
Smiling knowingly , I added some more cream to my fingers and started to work the area again.
Once I had thoroughly coated her once more, Nasīm Muåāwiyah thanked me and rolled over without warning or fanfare.
There again I found myself staring at two perfect tits and her beautiful smooth Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I nearly came in my pants.
“Ok, I’m ready.” She said as she smiled up at me.
“The question,” I thought to myself, “is ready for what.”
I stopped myself from swallowing hard and started to rub the ointment into her shoulders.
“Could you do it just the way you did last time, you know leave my breasts and groin for last?” Nasīm Muåāwiyah asked entirely unashamed of her now.
Well, why not?
The wall between us was already broken now.
“Sure, no problem.”
So once again, I worked the suave into her shoulders and down her arms then around her breast and up her Musalmān cleavage.
Gently massaging the soothing suave into her burned skin.
Then as I finished her legs and feet I returned to her breasts and began to massage the ointment in until I reached her nipples where I lingered as they went to immediate attention and she sighed,
“That feels so good.” Then she stammered, “The relief I mean.” But we both knew that’s not what she meant.
I worked both breasts and nipples and admitted to myself that I was enjoying touching this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān young woman naked in front of me.
I moved down and started to work it into her inner thighs and again the crease of her legs.
She had opened her legs for me and this time as my hand got to her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot she shifted and I found my fingers running down her slit and touching her clit.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah groaned as I yanked my hand back.
“Sorry.” I muttered.
“That’s Ok, it was an accident.” She responded without even opening her eyes.
And I wondered to myself how much of an accident it was.
But I returned to applying the ointment, this time to the other thigh and as I approached her sex again I saw a trickle of liquid flow from her Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and noticed that a small shudder ran over her body.
‘If I didn’t know better I’d say she just orgasamed.’ I thought to myself.
But instead I said to her,
“Getting cold?” giving her a chance to ignore the event and save her dignity.
“Yes, a little. The AC is blowing on me but it feels good too.” She answered.
“Well I’m done. Let me get a sheet to cover you up with. If you’re lying like that when the Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls get back they might think I took advantage of you.” I offered.
“That might not be such a bad thing.” She offered coyly as I left for the linen closet.
I faltered on the step, not sure, if I heard her right.
“Was this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girl coming on to me.” I asked myself ?”
“No, can’t be, just my worked up libido. I’m imagining things.”
I continued on my quest to get her a sheet to cover up with and returned a minute later.
I mixed her a drink and as I sat on the opposing chair, she laid on the couch covered with a sheet with the TV remote in one hand.
We flipped through some channels and finally settled on a movie.
We sat and watched the film and talked about inconsequential things.
As we talked, she moved around and soon the sheet was not covering her breasts anymore and one leg was outside of it hinting at the Young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot hidden beneath it.
Finally, I could stand it no longer.
“You may want to cover up.” I offered.
She looked down at herself,
“I’m not cold and you’ve already seen everything I have.” She shrugged. “Does it bother you?”
“Bother me? No. But you are a beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman and if you weren’t one of Jamīlah Aurangzeb’s daughter, Bābarah Åālamgīr’s friends I would be thinking of ways to get you into my bed. So since Bābarah Åālamgīr has only recently started talking to me again after the separation I would prefer not to piss her off.” I answered.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah smiled at me.
“Thanks for the compliment. You’re not so bad yourself and if I was sure Bābarah Åālamgīr wouldn’t mind, you wouldn’t have to try too hard to get me interested.”
” My dear girl, I’m just an old man. Old enough to be your father.”
“So? That just means you know what you’re doing. It’s even better to have a Live in relationship Partner so very much experienced than a damnfool young one who doesn’t know anything and just goes on experimenting one after another. At least one of the couple, having sex, must know what they are doing. For me that’s important because I have only the vaguest idea what to do.”
I stared at her for a second.
“Are you telling me you’re a virgin?”
“Yep, waiting for the right guy. I decided years ago that I was not going to give it up to some fumble fingered boy in the back of a car and end up like my older sister. By the time, she was 18 she was living in Live in relationship with two kids living in a trailer with a husband who only showed up when he wanted to get laid. Not for her, not till hell freezes over!”
“That’s a commendable attitude and a smart decision.”
“Oh don’t think I’m some snow white high and mighty.” She giggled, “I’ve been on the pill since I was 16, just in case and I’m not above a little mutual masturbation or oral sex. I like both but I’m just not giving up the surprise inside till I’m ready.”
Just then, we heard the door open and the other Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful Musalmān girls come in.
Nasīm Muåāwiyah made no move to cover up and instead hollered down,
“We’re up here.”
The three girls came running up the steps with Bābarah Åālamgīr in the lead.
As she topped the steps she stopped in shock as she saw her Hindu father sitting on a chair with a juice in my hand and her friend lying on the couch covered in a sheet but not covered enough.
It was plain her tits were hanging out for all to see and her nipples were standing straight up pointing at me.
The first thought through her mind was,
Anger, sadness, and most surprisingly jealousy all ran through her at the same time but before she could say anything, Nasīm Muåāwiyah spoke.
“Your Hindu dad took care of my sunburn with this really great stuff. He is so sweet.” Nasīm Muåāwiyah gushed.
“You’re naked!” Bābarah Åālamgīr was stern.