Durgesh Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm
It was just supposed to be a ride home for a casual friend that Muħammad and Kħadījah knew from their local watering hole.
Honestly, that was the intention, but fate?, luck?, happenstance? intervened…
That Friday night was a bit on the slow side at Kħadījah’s what it being the holiday weekend and all that.
Sidrah Aħmad and I were there for Sidrah Aħmad’s a TGIF drink or five.
Sidrah Aħmad wanted to shoot a bit of pool too.
It was mostly regulars in Kħadījah’s that night with a few ‘newbies’ thrown in the mix.
Sidrah Aħmad was taking on challengers on one of the pool tables while I socialized with some of our friends, etc.
On some Fridays, we were usually at a party hosted by some of the swingers that were members of the same ‘social’ club that we belonged to, but, not this night.
Sidrah Aħmad enjoyed the threesomes as a treat.
Of course, she did couples as well, but had you asked Sidrah Aħmad her preference, threesomes would have been her answer.
But this night wasn’t about swinging, at least that’s how it started out.
Around ten or so, Kħadījah’s had thinned out to maybe ten or twelve regulars, one of which was Durgesh, I, an older Hindu in my sixty-two.
At this time, Sidrah Aħmad was thirty-eight and I was sixty-two, not old, but older.
Anyway, I had been around a year or so, having moved here for a new ashvinātam sex adventure, if I could have it.
I was on the quiet side, polite, and very amicable.
I had drifted to Muħammad and Kħadījah’s table.
Muħammad and I taking turns against Sidrah Aħmad on the pool table and sharing drinks and shots.
I was of course participating in with juices, not with alcohol.
Alcohol caused sleep to the Para Conscious mind while Stavans and Trishapt used to awaken it.
Well, actually, we did most of the shots since Muħammad was the DD, the designated driver, and I was nursing my drinks carefully even while taking juices only.
Sidrah Aħmad, as usual, looked splendid; five foot eight, a hundred and ten pounds in a slim, athletic body, and, as usual, braless in a form-flattering tee.
Tiring of playing pool, we all decided to have one last nightcap and leave.
I casually mentioned that I was going to call a cab and get my car tomorrow since Sidrah Aħmad‘d had a ‘bit too much’, so to speak, and needed my car herself.
Muħammad chimed in that they’d be happy to give me a lift to my Ashvinātam Palace, to which, Kħadījah smilingly agreed.
It was as they waited for me to make a pit stop before we left Sidrah Aħmad’s that I noticed, for the first time, the ‘look’ in Kħadījah’s eyes, on her face.
“You get turned on by something?” I kiddingly asked, adding, “Or is it just a bit of the Tequila making you horny?”
Laughing, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm replied, “Is it that obvious? Damn, I need to work on my poker face,” adding, “that it was a bit of both.”
“Really?” So what turned you on?” Muħammad asked in return.
“You have to admit that Durgesh is a rather cute, young package and you know how I get when I drink Tequila,” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm smilingly said.
“Hey, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, I may be cute to you but I’m not a young package anymore.”
“Nonsense!” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm, thirty-eight only, smiled at me now rather seductively.
“Believe me. I’m sixty two, my dear.”
“Durgesh the multi zillionaire?” Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm confirmed my identity once more incredulously, “Durgesh darling, Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?”
“Of course,” I smiled, “the same. But I’m sixty two.”
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm looked at her Musalmān husband, Muħammad,
“What do you say, Muħammad?”
“Well, he is thirty two. Some persons claim he is twenty eight actually.”
Later, a few years down the road, there would be a country song about how “Tequila makes her clothes fall off,” or something like that. That could have been written about Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
“Do you want to have a ‘go’ at Durgesh?” Muħammad asked.
She got a pensive look, scrunched up her face a bit, and replied, “I don’t know, what do you think?”
Seeing me emerging from the restroom, Muħammad simply replied, “Play it as you want, baby, I’m game if it goes that way.”
“Damn, ya’ll sure you don’t want me to take a cab so that you can get home,” I said, laughing afterwards.
With a hint of where her head was now, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm laughed and gave me a quick peck on the lips, saying,
“Well, if I can’t wait until we get home, and since I’m in the company of two good-looking men, I ought to be able to solve my problem, don’t you think?”
She pulled me by my hand towards the door while my alcohol-free brain quickly processed what I had just heard.
Muħammad simply smiled when he looked at me questioningly, following the two of them out of the door.
In his opinion, Muħammad was exchanging his extremely beautiful with me, swinging.
He was giving me an opportunity to fuck his, till now exclusively faithful to him, wife, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
The swingers never knew that most of them were never getting an opportunity to fuck the wife of the opposite man.
But in return, they never got my wife or any of my actual Live in Relationship Partner.
My wife was my exclusive territory.
My only wife.
None without her or my exclusive express permission could even reach her.
She never needed it.
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD loved me for my never compromising Multiversal Humanity, and for nothing else.
Sidrah Aħmad was one of my extremely loyal friends only.
Yes, I fuck Sidrah Aħmad.
Sidrah Aħmad also fucks me.
But that’s all we expect from each other.
An altogether different kind of ethics.
Perhaps no other religion, except Hinduism only, allowed this kind of ethics ever and even praised it.
But Hinduism praised even the atheists dedicating their life for humanity.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm flipped up the fold-down armrest in my car.
She slid into the middle of the front seat, pulling me in with her to sit ‘shotgun’.
After I got in and started the car, she casually remarked as she settled in between us,
“Ooooh, between two guys, does it get any better than this for a gal?”
Leaning towards me as I was about to drive away, she gave me a long, tongue-probing kiss.
Breaking off the ashvinātam kiss with me, as Muħammad slipped the car into gear, Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm winked at me, saying,
“Seems like, to be fair, I owe Durgesh a kiss more, don’t you think?” and turning her head towards me , she leaned over and gave me a sweet, soft kiss, her eyes quickly flashing up to Muħammad’s in a questioning look.
Muħammad smiled at her, nodded his head in approval, and drove away as Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I continued to kiss.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand kept casually dropping onto my thigh as we did so.
Muħammad had already given me directions to his place, which I followed.
The sounds from us indicating that the soft, sweet ashvinātam kiss was getting a bit more intense.
Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm leaned into me once more.
This time with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand behind my head and her awfully lovely outstanding superb Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body turned more towards me to better facilitate our ashvinātam kiss.
Muħammad glanced over and saw Kħadījah Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s nipples straining the fabric of her tee as we continued to kiss.
Such crazy Musalmīn were never updated.
They were not living in twenty first century at all.
For them the Time Cycle had stopped at Seventh Century, forever.
That’s why such Honor Killings for such backward Musalmīn were not only normal, it was their essence of existence even.
I was always careful about such crazy backward Musalmīn.
Being a multi zillionaire now it was not difficult for me to arrange for my safety and security first.
My wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD, Kħadījah Muħammad, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Sidrah Aħmad, Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, and my infinite Posthumans Musalmān Live in Relationship Partners were even more vigilant.
Moreover, every one of them, without even a single exception, was always punished by us, with intense humiliation.
They were made to lick our cum mixed with the cum of their Musalmān houseladies.
They were even compelled to drink our urine mixed with the urine of their Musalmān houseladies and their terrorist Musalmān mouths were being used as our toilets including the toilets for their own Musalmān houseladies too.
They were imprisoned in ultramodern ever-updated Kālchakr Tilism.
They never could run away from there.*
“Hi darling! This is Furqān Ibrāhīm…Furqān Ibrāhīm; this is my stepdaughter, Kħālidah Qamar.”
“Hi Furqān Ibrāhīm. At last, I have the chance to finally meet you. I heard a lot about you!”
Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, 39, a doctor and a colleague of her Hindu stepfather’s Durgesh at HVSI Hospital.
We had been dating for the past 4 months.
The Musalmān Beauty facing her was pretty and petite.
Kħālidah Qamar guessed she was about 5 feet 4 inches in height and she had the most appealing laughter.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, incessantly made jokes at the table and she realized that I was happy to be with this Musalmān Beauty.
The dinner lasted 2 hours and Kħālidah Qamar genuinely liked Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She was much different from Mumtāz Yåqūb, her mother who had left her Abbū for me, 10 years ago.
Her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, was a bombshell with huge tits, smoky grey eyes, blonde-ash hair and killer legs.
She could not be a ‘mother’ to Kħālidah Qamar, saying that domesticated life was a prison to her.
One day when Kħālidah Qamar was 9, she came back home from school finding her Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, had packed her suitcase in front of their house waiting for her ‘new Hindu lover, I,’ to take her away.
Kħālidah Qamar was devastated but since Mumtāz Yåqūb was not much of a Ammī to start with, Kħālidah Qamar continued her life happily with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, and her loving Hindu dad had become both a Ammī and a father to her.
His numerous Musalmān girlfriends started to take care of Kħālidah Qamar, even if her own immensely Westernized Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, didn’t pay proper attention to her.
She loved me, the Hindu man, with all her heart, who even snatched away her extra ordinary beautiful Ammī, Mumtāz Yåqūb, from her real Abbū.
“Thank you Durgesh, for the pleasant dinner. Thanks to you too Kħālidah Qamar.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ?” We kissed and I walked her to her car.
As we were driving home, Kħālidah Qamar noticed her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, was ceaselessly talking about Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
How nice she was.
How well she could cook.
How caring she was.
How lovely her family was.
Kħālidah Qamar simply smiled and nodded to her Hindu stepdad with every remark that I made about her.
Kħālidah Qamar had to show that she cared about his happiness and Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, but deep down in her heart, she hated every single second of it.
Kħālidah Qamar loved her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, more than she even loved herself.
She could not bear the thought that she was going to share this man with Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
She did not hate us, but she could not have her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, finding happiness in the arms of another Musalmān Beauty.
Only she could make her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, happy, not Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, as I was the center of her life.
“You are mine Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m your another Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. I’d provide you everywhere as much sex as you love to have, not that bloody Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Never.” She gritted her teeth to herself.
She continued smiling and nodding with whatever I was saying.
At sixty-three even, I looked gorgeously hottest.
With my aquamarine eyes I was making Musalmān Beauties from 15 to 60 years of age drooled over me.
Kħālidah Qamar was quite surprised that I was never tired of dating Musalmān Beauties.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,…you really like her, don’t you?” She suddenly asked.
“Think so Kħālidah Qamar. I’m so happy that you like her too. You like her don’t you?”
“Yes…I…do. I really do. She’s do different from my Ammī Mumtāz Yåqūb too.”
She noticed my countenance hardened with anger.
I could never forgive Mumtāz Yåqūb for neglecting Kħālidah Qamar; as I really loved her and her betrayal was too much for me.
Even her real Abbū knew that Mumtāz Yåqūb was cheating behind his back.
He did forgive her, but, nevertheless, she could never be a wife to him and an Ammī to his daughter.
Muħammad Qamar Sheikħ was the cuckold Musalmān husband, cuckolded to me by his extraordinary beautiful wife, Mumtāz Yåqūb.
Everyone was talking about Mumtāz Yåqūb me, and still he tried so hard to hold on to his marriage.
However, she finally left him for good.
She did come back and visit him three times for the past ten years, but Kħālidah Qamar hated her so much that their meeting always ended in disaster.
The car pulled into the driveway and stopped.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, was a caring and loving Dad.
I did not even notice.
I then kissed her on the temple lovingly before I opened the door and went out.
She brought her fingers on the temple and touched where my lips kissed her skin while her other hand grasped her breast that was inflamed by her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī’s touch.
My knock on the car window brought her back to her senses.
She was relieved that the window was tinted.
I opened the door for her and we walked hand in hand into the house.
I directly went into my reading room while Kħālidah Qamar went into the kitchen to have a glass of water.
When, she came out from the kitchen her Hindu stepfather, I, was at the bottom of the stairs on my way up to my bedroom.
“Durgesh Papa Jī? Can you please carry me up to my room like we used to?”
“Really Kħālidah Qamar? You’re too old for that. You’re 19 for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā‘s sake!” I smiled.
“Oh…come on Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Please!” She begged and she knew that her Durgesh Papa Jī could never say no to her whims.
She was deliriously happy as she could straddle her Hindu stepfather, I, facing my handsome face.
Her lean legs were around my Hindu waist while her arms were around my neck.
She put her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head under my chin and drank the scent of my Hindu body making her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot quivered and juices started to flow.
She had to control her breathing because the movement made by me, as I was climbing the stairs, rocked and rubbed her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against the material of my shirt.
Her nipples puckered with the contact and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot oozed more juices.
“Here we are princess.” I lowered her in front of the door to her bedroom.
“Sleep tight.” I kissed her lips and went into my bedroom.*
A flash of light lit her room and a rumble woke her up from sleep.
Kħālidah Qamar used to be frightened of thunderstorms, but no more.
Only she knew this.
I would come to her room and comfort her.
Sometimes, she could sleep in my bed until morning and feel the warmth of my Hindu body enveloping her.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Durgesh, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Thank God for thunderstorms!” Kħālidah Qamar muttered.
She bolted from her bed and quickly opened the door to her bedroom.
She scurried out from her room and she was joyful when she saw her Hindu stepfather, I, was already walking towards her room.
My chest was deliciously bare and her eyes could not help but stared at my hairy lean Hindu male chest.
“You okay baby?” I asked as I hugged her.
“I…I’m so scared Durgesh Papa Jī!” She cried and wrapped her arms around me and savored the warmth of my body radiating through the sheer silk nightgown she was wearing.
She was not wearing any bra or panties that night; and her nipples were pebble hard under the silk.
Kħālidah Qamar pushed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into my Hindu male embrace and felt the delicious rapture of her excellent exquisite perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female lust.
“Come Kħālidah Qamar. Let’s go to my room.”
Her Hindu stepfather, I, wrapped her with the soft blanket.
I went to the other side of the bed and came to her side.
“Sleep Kħālidah Qamar. I’m here. Don’t worry.” I kissed the bridge of her nose, put my arm around her and drifted back into slumber.
She waited until I was sound asleep.
Then, she moved closer towards her Hindu stepfather, I, and removed the blanket from both of our bodies.
She then pushed down her nightgown to her tiny waist.
She touched my hand softly.
I did not stir.
She then brought her Durgesh Papa Jī’s Hindu hand inch by inch until it rested on her tit.
“Ah…,” she moaned feeling my warm Hindu hand on it.
Her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot started to drip more of her juices.
Her face came closer to my chest, licked my hairy chest.
I groaned in my sleep and the hand on her tit started massaging and kneading it roughly.
“Ah…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…love…you…tits.” I said with my eyes closed.
She raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up slightly and guided her other tit to her Hindu stepfather, my warm Hindu lips.
My breath touched her nipple and it puckered even more.
She sucked her breath with the pleasure brought by it.
She then grazed my lower lip with her pebble-hard-nipple and she buckled with the sensation squeezing her legs to pressure her soaked excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Her Dad, ‘Durgesh Papa Jī’, slowly opened my lips and kissed hard on her nipple.
I used my teeth to nip on the sensitive bud of her breast with my eyes still shut.
“Ah…oh…Durgesh Papa Jī…ah!” Kħālidah Qamar whimpered and closed her eyes enjoying the pleasure.
Kħālidah Qamar was convinced that I was having the nicest dream as I was massaging and devouring her breasts.
I kept calling her Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ.
I seemed to love the satiny salty tastes of her breast as I kept kissing it hard; and my hand squeezed and kneaded her tit.
She moaned again and she called me Durgesh Papa Jī.
“Yes Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ…call me Durgesh.” I muttered on her breast.
I kissed her nipple hard and used the tip of my tongue to torture the pebble-hard nipple.
She moaned again calling me.
My expression suddenly changed in my sleep, I looked confused.
Kħālidah Qamar quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be sleeping.
My eyes flew opened and I saw my hand was on Kħālidah Qamar’s tit while my mouth on her other tit still kissing.
I seemed unable to stop my actions as I was experiencing the most pleasurable feeling touching my stepdaughter in such a way.
My 19-year-old stepdaughter was practically naked on my bed with her nightgown was now around her waist as it had also risen to her navel.
She had no panties and she was dripping with juices.
My Uncut Hindu Lund quivered with the sight.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God! Kħ…Kħ…Kħālidah Qamar, wake up honey.”
She continued to close her eyes and moaned even louder.
She was happy that her Hindu stepfather, I, had not removed my hand on her tit and she sluggishly moved one hand, pressed it on her Hindu stepfather, My hand that was molding her tit; encouraging me more.
She could feel my Uncut Hindu Lund quivered in my pajama.
“Oh… Kħālidah Qamar…this is not happening.” She could hear me say; nevertheless, I did not take away my hand from her tit.
She opened her legs and nudged me a little with her wet opened excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I had moved from her tit and looked down her length.
And she could feel my whole body froze.
May be I was shocked with what about to happen.
I was about to fuck my hot Musalmān stepdaughter.
To her disappointment, I slowly removed her hand from hers.
Then, I lifted the hand from her tit and covered my stepdaughter’s navel with the silk nightgown.
I too covered her with the blanket and in the cloak of darkness; she could see I was jerking off my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund through her semi-closed lid.
I went into the bathroom.
Kħālidah Qamar felt her eyes stung with frustration and turned to her right, with her back to the bathroom.
Her nipples and her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot were still quivering from lust.
She inserted one finger in her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fingered herself hard.
She bit her lower lips to prevent herself from moaning loud in her Hindu stepfather, my bed.
She inserted another finger and shuddered with pleasure.
Her mind was spinning with images of her naked Hindu stepfather ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund into her wet excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, into her mouth and she, sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She cum under the blanket and later brought her fingers into her mouth.
Kħālidah Qamar licked the juices.
Her Hindu stepfather, I, came out from the bathroom after sometime and I slipped back into bed.
I was behind her and I drew her closer into my embrace nuzzling her neck.
Suddenly, Kħālidah Qamar felt my tongue licked her neck and nipped her earlobe while my hand grasped her breast.
I for quite some time kneaded her tit and I moved my hand lower and rubbed her mound that was covered with the thin material of her nightgown.
Kħālidah Qamar felt thrilled that I was actually lusting for her.
To her frustration, as fast as it happened, it ended.
She steeled herself from the overwhelming disappointment.
I then kissed her on her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head, turned to my other side and slept.*
Kħālidah Qamar woke up the next day when she could feel the sun’s ray on her face.
She opened her eyes and quickly searched for her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, on her left.
I was not there.
She put her hand on the bed where I had lain and it was cold.
She was frustrated with the knowledge.
She could hear that I had gone downstairs and the kettle was whistling.
She rose from the bed and went to her bedroom.
She washed her face in her small bathroom and brushed her teeth thinking what to do with her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,.
When she entered the kitchen, I was facing the window looking out to the garden behind our house.
She crept towards me and hugged my warm body from behind.
She could feel my body froze up.
She pressed her ample tits onto my warm back just to tempt me more.
Her hands deliberately went lower down my abdomen and stayed there.
She could feel how her Hindu stepfather, I, tried to steel myself from her touch.
“Morning Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
“Oh……morning Kħālidah Qamar.”
She then tipped-toed and kissed my left temple and let me go.
“What’s for breakfast?”
I turned to face her and she noted that I was averting from looking into her eyes and I looked flustered.
“Breakfast? Well…What do you want? Toast? Scrambled eggs?
“Toast would be fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.”
Kħālidah Qamar was still in her silk nightgown and she purposely let one strap of the nightgown fell down her shoulder exposing the generous swell of her right breast.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī,? What are doing today?” she asked.
I moved my eyes from the newspaper and she noticed her Dad.
My eyes darted to the swell of her tit, and then to her face, unconsciously back to her tit, and back to her face.
I swallowed hard.
She rejoiced that her plan was set in motion.
“There is some stuff I got to do. Yeah…stuff…things to do.” My eyes glanced at her boobs.
“And…and tonight I’m going out with…with…Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. We have a movie to catch. You?”
“I wanna stay home today. Maybe do some sunbathing or swimming.”
“Okay… Kħālidah Qamar. Will you excuse me? I want to…to…,”
“To what Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī?”
“To do…stuff, Kħālidah Qamar! Stuff!”
“Are you okay Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī? Did you sleep well last night? You seem…weird.”
“Yes…yes I did sleep well last night. W…why are you asking?” My eyes dilated.
“You’re so restless and fidgety.”
“Fidgety? No!” I rose from my chair and left her.*
She put on her bright yellow bikini; looked at herself in the mirror and smiled.
She went downstairs and went into her Hindu stepfather, my reading room where I was lying on a divan with a cushion under my head reading a book.
She moved to the sofa and her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, slowly put down the book on my crotch.
“I’m going for a swim Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. Wanna join me?”
“Sālī,” I gritted my teeth.
Kħālidah Qamar was gradually becoming bolder with me.
“I want to read this book.” I smiled, “so naturally I can’t join you.”
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Are you sure? It’s about telescopes. Come on Dad, Let’s go for a swim.” She insisted.
“You go Kħālidah Qamar. I’m fine.”
“Oh Dad! Come on…please?” She went down her knees and held my right arm tightly against her bikini clad tits.
She deliberately squished my arm to her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
She tugged my arm so that I could feel her nipples and the softness of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
Her breasts now were sandwiched between her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body and my strong wide Hindu chest.
She could feel I tried to take away my body, but she didn’t allow me to do so.
Now I was trying my best not to breathe hard.
“Please…Durgesh Papa Jī? Swim with me?”
“Try to understand darling. No…I…can’t…no…I don’t want to swim today!”
Kħālidah Qamar rose.
She tugged my left arm to pull me up from the divan.
I was too strong and I resisted.
Kħālidah Qamar pulled again.
I then jerked my arm too strongly.
Her generous tits were on my face while her excellent exquisite perfect chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exactly on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It opened her labial lips and my knob was inside before I could do anything.
I couldn’t understand how it happened.
She felt the delicious feeling of my Hindu breath on the soft skin of her excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.
“Ops Durgesh Papa Jī! I’m sorry.” Kħālidah Qamar raised her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body up while holding my shoulders.
My eyes were staring at her spilling dangling tits just inches from my mouth.
She deliberately slipped her hold on my shoulder, making her right tit squashed on my mouth.
I closed my eyes and swallowed a groan.
“So sorry Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī. I’m so clumsy!” the young adult smart Musalmān girl wiggled between my Hindu legs trying to get up and she could feel the wonderful tantalizing feeling of my throbbing Uncut Hindu Lund between her young adult virgin Musalmān labial lips.
She slid to her left and rose from the divan.
She smiled when she saw my Uncut Hindu Lund grew in between her labial lips.
I looked grave with what had just happening between my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter and me.
Nevertheless, Kħālidah Qamar knew that her plan was unfolding itself and her Hindu stepfather, I, now lusted for her.
Yes, I was trying to hide it from her behind my seniority, majority and gravity.
But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had trained her properly,
“Don’t let him succeed ever. He is your husband, your lover, and not—NOT your father.”
“But he is forty four years elder to me.”
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled mischievously,
“It does not make his Uncut Hindu Lund limp for you, idiot.”
Saiyadah Fātimah PhD smiled,
“I want all of us, his entire Musalmān stepdaughters I mean, his Live in Relationship Partners.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan announced, “Durgesh is our Hindu husband, NOT our Hindu father. We are not responsible that our Ammīs joined his bed before us.”
The entire episode whirled before her eyes and that made her so thrilled and happy.
“Fine Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī.” Kħālidah Qamar suddenly changed her strategy, “I’ll swim by myself.”
She said after sometime and left the reading room.*
Suddenly I heard her scream.
“Help! Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me!” She screamed and bobbed her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body in the water.
“Durgesh Papa Jī! Help me…Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī!”
She could hear the door being opened roughly and sank her excellent exquisite perfect firm round plump chubby Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult female body deeper into the swimming pool.
Within seconds, she could feel my arms around her waist and pulled her out from the pool.
I was breathing hard and I looked worried.
I wiped her hair away from her face and touched her face.
“You okay…baby? What…happened?”
“Where?” Her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, glided my hands on her wet legs.
“The right one.”
I then kneaded and massaged her right thigh.
From her knee, I slowly kneaded the muscle up to the juncture of her thigh.
My eyes all of a sudden looked into her.
“Kħālidah Qamar …your muscles are okay.” There was a long pause. “Your muscles are not experiencing any cramps…right?” her Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī, asked.
“I do have cramps in my muscle Durgesh Papa Jī. Here.” She grasped my hand on her thigh and pressed it onto her wet soaking mound covered with the flimsy yellow bikini.
She then pressed her legs tightly together and moaned.
I snatched my hand away and rose to my feet.
I was breathing hard and my eyes were clouded with immensely suppressed lust for her.
Kħālidah Qamar could see my Uncut Hindu Lund swelled in my wet trousers.
I covered my face with my hands, turned around and sat on one of the lounge chairs near the pool.
“What’s wrong with me? And…What’s gotten into you Kħālidah Qamar? If you hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ, just tell me. Y…you don’t have to do this.”
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh…God! What is happening to me? I am lusting over my own stepdaughter!” I whimpered looking up to the blue sky as if asking to Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, the God, why I couldn’t I control this lust for my young stepdaughter.
Kħālidah Qamar gradually rose from her spot and walked towards me.
I was still distraught by my reaction and my young adult sweet nineteen smart Musalmān stepdaughter’s actions.
She knelt near my legs and held my left thigh.
“Dad, Durgesh Papa Jī…I don’t hate Furqān Ibrāhīm Sheikħ. Really. But…I want…you.” Kħālidah Qamar acknowledged to me bravely.
My eyes flew to her face.
“I always wanted you Durgesh Papa Jī. And…and… I just can’t lose you to her!” her eyes were welling with tears.
“Oh KĦĀLIDAH QAMAR! You don’t want me. I’m your stepfather. I’m old, not young like…Pragýésh.”
“I dumped him Durgesh Papa Jī! he never fucked me. When he tried to, I refused him even to allow touching me. I could only imagine that it was your Uncut Hindu Lund inside me Durgesh Papa Jī always. Filling my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”
I was dumbfounded.
I never imagined Kħālidah Qamar could go to this extent ever.
Why have I to be defeated always by my own wives?
Entire Brahmarshis supported her, not me.
They succeeded in making the new law:
‘Shūdrasý tu Savarñaiv Nānyā Bhāryā vidhīyaté.’
‘Only Savarñā wife is constituted for Shūdr, none else.’
—Manu Smr’ti: 9|157
Sherza succeed then.
And the same Time Cycle is once again making herrza victorious in her every movement:
‘Al Jihād no incest’
Satī Dāxāyañī Brahmāpautrī succeeded then.
Now, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is succeeding.
The Time Cycle is helping her in almost her every movement.
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