Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī furiously said,
“I’ll never agree to a sperm donor,”
“But, it’s been 10 years of trying,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said. “If I don’t get pregnant soon, it’s never going to happen. My daughters will never have a brother or even one more sister. The doctors have said you have too low a sperm count. All the Pseudo Musalmīn do.”
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I bet it’s your fault. You just aren’t fertile any more. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know I do my part every month when we have sex. You and your date circled on the calendar when you supposedly ovulate.”
“I just think you should consider the option to have me get pregnant by artificial means. It wouldn’t mean you’re any less of a man, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and we’d have a son.”
“No way! Not in a million years. I’m not going to have a Hindu’s sperm in you. You’re my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman, and that’s the end of it. And don’t try anything behind my back, because Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I know everyone in the local medical community and know where all the money is, so you can’t pay for it.”
“I wish you wouldn’t be so unreasonable, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid started crying.
Nevertheless, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī ignored Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, walked out the door, and went to work.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sat there at the kitchen table, sobbing, until I went in.
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, don’t be sad.” I said gravely, “I heard everything, again for the millionth time. You know Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s not going to change his mind. He hates us Hindus immensely still now, despite our rule everywhere now.”
I reached around Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid and gave Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid a hug.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and hugged me back, feeling how strong and smart I was.
Her just-turned-65-year-old Hindu father in law.
Her mother’s and her mother’s in law pride and joy.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t know what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would do if Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid didn’t have me in her favor ever.
“I’m sorry you had to hear that again. The same old thing. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, I guess I have to start facing the truth. You’ll never have a son.”
“Isn’t there any other way, to get pregnant, I mean?”
“No, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid. The doctors have said you are fine, but your husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, can’t produce what’s needed any more.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid thought of the pitiful few drops that Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī produced when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid last gave him a quick handjob when he was too tired for sex.
“Well, how about somebody else’s sperm? We learned all about that when that lady that had all the babies was in the news.”
“Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, won’t allow it. And it’s too expensive for him, he says.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed desperately.
“How much do you really want another baby, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid?”
“Oh, Durgesh, I want at least one with all my heart. I would do anything to know another little life is growing inside me. It would fulfill me completely. That’s why it’s hurting so much.”
“Then, why don’t you, you know, fool around just once and get pregnant on that day you mark off on the calendar? Just once. Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know.”
“DURGESH! What would make you say such a thing? I’ve never cheated on my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, and Wallāh, I never will! Moreover, if I did, my Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know the baby looked nothing like him. That’s a totally stupid idea.”
“Aw, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, it wouldn’t be as if you were doing anything wrong for the wrong reasons. You’d be doing something right for the right reasons. Just for that once and that’s it so you have a son for the rest of your life. That seems a good deal to me.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid couldn’t believe Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was having this conversation with her own sixty five years old, Hindu father in law, Durgesh.
I was suggesting her to have a one-night stand with some guy just to have a baby.
As crazy as that sounded to her, it still did have some logic to it, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid could never stand the thought of being intimate with some strange man, no matter what the motivation.
That would never, ever happen.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid needed to have some affection, some love for the man Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid allowed into her body.
“Subject closed, mister. We’re out of ideas on that subject.”
I sat down and looked thoughtful.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wiped her eyes and tried not to cry any more in front of me.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid would hide the pain from now on.
That’s when she spoke again.
“What about you, Durgesh?”
“What about me?” I asked.
I thought she was talking about my views on it.
“You said Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would know if the baby didn’t look like him.”
“Yes, young lady. That’s called genetics. A baby looks like both his parents.
“Well, everybody says you look a lot like Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī. They even suspect that you are actually his real father, not his so called Abbū, Al Ghāzī Al Åālam.”
“Yeah. So?” I wasn’t liking where this seemed to be heading, but I still wasn’t sure I could believe what I was beginning to suspect.
“So, if I used your Hindu sperm, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would never know. The baby would look like both of you. Problem solved!”
I was speechless.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had just suggested getting me, her own Hindu father in law, Durgesh, impregnate her.
It was so unexpected and preposterous that I couldn’t even give words to the protest my mind was thinking.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just sat there with her mouth immensely grave.*
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid continued gravely:
“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī would think it’s his. He would be happy thinking he’s the big man, and you’d be happy that I’m pregnant from you. I’d be happy, moreover, you two wouldn’t fight any longer all the time and I would have something to do with making things better.”
“Making things better? Do you even realize what you’re saying? Listen to yourself. You’re talking about being a sperm donor from your own Hindu father in law that’s your present Hindu stepfather as well. In addition, if you weren’t listening, it would cost a lot of money to you to have that one. Your Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī, would know all about it, and would know about who the donor was too. What a plan.”
I didn’t say it was incest too.
Everyone of them rejected it prima facie.
“Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī doesn’t have to know,” she said.
“Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, you’re talking nonsense. There’s no way he wouldn’t find out. So, thanks for the brilliant idea, but no thanks.”
“There’s one way he would never find out,” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid said.
“Oh, and what’s that?”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid got up, and, looked boldly into my eyes,
“We could, you know, make love.”
I was silent.
I had been shocked before, but this was a whole different level of surprise. Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, my one more stepdaughter in law, had proposed to have sex with me.
Her face didn’t get red even with shame at just the thought of it.
“Think about it, Durgesh darling,” she said, and touched my arm as she passed by.
I pulled away from her hand as if it was an electric wire and yelled,
“You go to your room and stay there. I don’t want to even look at you.”*
I spent two uncomfortable hours thinking about the horrid thing Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had cooked up in her misguided brain.
How could she even contemplate such an idea?
Moreover, even if she did have some wild hormone-driven fantasy, how could she me?
I finally justified her actions by factoring in her young age and her goal of stopping the fighting, the drama that had been escalating.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid took her mind off it by doing the wash and folding the clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had heard My TV in my room, but as Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid approached with my clothes, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid just heard my voice.
More accurately, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid heard her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, making soft noises with me.
My bedroom door was open about an inch.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid peeked in before knocking and entering with my clean clothes.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had a clear view of me.
I was lying on my bed without my shirt on, and my running shorts were pulled down to my knees.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, twenty six years old, was straddling on my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her extremely beautiful young, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wrapped around my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was slowly straddling me on it, up and down, up and down.*
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid wasn’t stunned.
She wasn’t seeing her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, first time fucking me.
She herself had helped Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid to fuck me.
“Durgesh, my Hindu father in law, our Hindu stepfather, is too moral to fuck me, but he would certainly fuck you, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid,”
“I can’t believe you, Bājī,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled cunningly teasing her elder sister, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid, “You are more dazzling a Musalmān Beauty than even myself.”
“But I’m his Bahū Bégum, his daughter in law.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid sighed.
“Nonsense, Durgesh is already fucking Farīdah Imām.” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid avoided the useless discussion.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have quietly left and given us privacy, but Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was mesmerized.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was the biggest sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid had ever seen.
It must have been over 9 inches long and probably thickest as well.
The tip of it glistened with her younger sister’s lubricating fluid.
Her Mujāhid husband, Al Åbbās Al Ghāzī’s cut Musalmān nūnī wasn’t even half the size of this shaft.
Her younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, was mumbling something.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid shifted her head and traded her eye for her ear at the opening.
“Think. Think about it. Think about it, Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī.”
Then Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid looked again, and Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid increased the speed of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It became a blur as her hips began to buck.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was watching her twenty six years old, younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, fucking me and it was pretty evident that she was thinking about Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid!
A soft “Aaaahhhh!” escaped her lips and the black hole at the top of my sixty five years old, utmost experienced, unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund turned white with sperm.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid clearly saw it when my Uncut Hindu Lund was almost out of Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and vanished into it once again.
I had angled my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund so it was pointing towards her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, and the first gush sent a solid stream of my thick Hindu semen all the way into it with tremendous velocity and force.
“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten!” Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid counted to herself.
That’s how many times I spurted volumes of my Hindu semen and sperm into Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It looked as if I had spilled a small glass of milk into her.
I gave one last hard push and squeeze while Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was whispering,
“Aah Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid Bājī, you don’t know what you are missing.”
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was both disgusted and confused by what Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was feeling.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid should have immediately left when Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid saw what was happening.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid was ashamed and embarrassed, but had other thoughts swimming in her head, too.
Her twenty six years old younger sister, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid, had swallowed my entire Uncut Hindu Lund into her extremely beautiful young, twenty six years old, Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and was enjoying my ejaculation inside her immensely still straddling on my Uncut Hindu Lund perfectly.
Al Zāhidah Al Mujāhid silently backed away and went to her bedroom.*
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid and I had been fucking each other for more than a year.
I was Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s, though not exclusively.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid shared my bed every night.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was totally in love with me, despite the fact that she was only twenty six and I was sixty five already.
“Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was immensely in love with Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam,” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid smiled fucking me, straddling me, “She razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was only nine years old then while Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was fifty four. They had forty five years wide age difference, didn’t they? Our age difference is only thirty nine years.”
I was too in love with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid now.
She was so much in love with me, and she was so devoted and obsessed with me that it was impossible for me, not to return her immensely unselfish feminine ardent Musalmān love.
The entire Jet Musalmān Beauties that were my Live in relationship Partners termed me their Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and themselves my Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
I had countless Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqahs razī Allāhu tålā ånahā my Live in relationship Partners. Moreover, their number was still increasing almost every day enormously.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, what the hell are you trying to do, yaar? Do you want entire Jet Musalmān Beauties should be only my Live in relationship Partners?” I complained ultimately.
“You don’t understand, Durgesh, my Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. I’m your Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.”*
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid heard my car pull into the driveway.
She greeted me at the front door.
Throwing her arms around my neck, Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid forcibly pulled me close to her and covered my mouth with Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid’s own extremely beautiful twenty six years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
It wasn’t a daughterly “welcome home” kiss, neither Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my daughter.
It was deep and passionate, including lots of tongue.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid was my Bahū Bégum’s younger sister deliberately forcing me to have sex with her, as Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had at his fifty four years with his favorite wife, nine years old Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid argued:
“Islam never oriented its marriages on ever stupid age suitability principle. Had it ever, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Åāyeshah Siddīqah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while she was six years old only. He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had never consummated his marriage with her razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, moreover, when she razī Allāhu tålā ånahā was nine years old only. Dr. Ali Sina, his co authors and the ever wise cold countries persons argue Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam was a pedophile. They either deliberately or at least unknowingly erroneously forget that Årab was never a cold country. Her climate differs with that of the cold countries tremendously.”
“Are you telling me?”
“I’m transmitting.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, claims a Stavak Shaktimān Uncut Hindu Penis immediately starts to act as an electro bar magnet when it enters a Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Vaginal rheostat. It changes lines of forces present there by going in, out and in.”
“You believe your Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?”
“She guided me to affirm, to Prayog, against Indian National Congress, while fucking you. And you can yourself see the Indian National Congress is finished forever. It isn’t even in opposition as the leader of opposition now. We Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies wanted to punish Indian National Congress for cheating our Ummat-e-Muslimah for past sixty seven years. The Pseudo Musalmīn that supported Indian National Congress are too defeated in the ever worst manner.”
“And you believe it is because you affirmed for it when you were fucking me?” I smiled cunningly.
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat, Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, understands you perfectly, infinite Musalmān Beauties fucker, infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucker. She has already warned everyone of us you can try to deceive us that it’s not because we affirmed for it while fucking you. Try your best. None of us would ever believe you.”
“How superstitious you Musalmān Beauties and you beautiful Musalmān houseladies are. I can’t believe it.”
Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid laughed triumphantly once more.”
“We haven’t succeeded first time affirming while fucking you. It’s not our ever first victory, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”
“I see. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is crediting her every victory to your sexual union with me. And despite your high education you still believe her nonsense.”
“It isn’t nonsense.” Al Farħat Al Quddūs Al Mujāhid said curtly, “It’s Eīshān Vigyān.”
“No Musalmān believes it. Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is using this strategy only to keep you Musalmān Beauties and beautiful Musalmān houseladies fucking me madly.”
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I dug my hands into the couch as I pulled out and plunged back in, my fingers using her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as leverage to fuck into her.
I picked up the pace, our skin slapping together her arousal juices coating my thick Uncut Hindu Prick and leaking down the backs of her thighs.
“Harder,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Oh please, harder! Make me cum…”
I gasped and began to pound into her, my balls hitting her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit with the force of my Hindu fuck thrusts.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tightened her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī ardent Musalmān vaginal muscles around my Hindu member, drawing another heated moan from me as I grew inside her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
I fucked her whole night in different positions she requested.
“I’m going to cum!” I cried ultimately. “I’m going to cum inside you baby…”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t take it.
I too pumped hard into her and began to shoot my hot, creamy Hindu cum deepest into her clenching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, filling her up with stream after stream of the Hindu liquid that created the infinite creations.
Afterwards I collapsed on top of her and we lay there for a while, letting our breathing settle.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“You’re smooshing me.”
I suggested a shower and she nodded, smiling.
“Go ahead sweetie; I’ll take one after you.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned.
“No, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! you take one with me.”
Flushing lightly, I took her offered hand and we headed upstairs.
I let the water run until it was nice and warm, turning to catch my eyes running appreciatively over her firm Musalmān ass.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was already half-hard again.
I bit back her laugh and stepped into the shower, closing the door behind us when I joined her.
“Mmmm,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured as the water cascaded over our bodies. “Feels good.”
I stepped up behind her and pulled her slippery body against my hardened Hindu member pushing between her thighs and rubbing tantalizingly over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned softly and reached down, gently running her fingers over the tip of my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust back and forth.
My warm hands enclosed around her wet breasts, lightly pinching her nipples into hardness and flicking over them teasingly.
“We’re not going to get anything done…” I began but her words were cut off as I took hold of her right thigh and hiked it up, sliding my hot, pulsing Uncut Hindu Shaft into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot.
“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I don’t think I’ll be able to get enough of you,” I gasped into her ear. “Fucking your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt …I wanted you for so long, baby.”
“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried, reaching back and wrapping her arms around my neck.
I still couldn’t quite believe Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was having sex with me.
I pumped in and out of her until she was gasping for release, my fingers rubbing her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit in fast, firm circles.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came again for the third time that night, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot muscles squeezing around my Hindu member, milking me for more of my Hindu seed.
As our breathing slowed, I lowered her lifted leg to the shower floor, my Uncut Hindu Penis slowing slipping out.
I sighed in contentment and set to her original plan, grabbing some liquid soap and squirting a good amount on a loofah.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned to face me and began to soap me up, taking her time over my toned chest and stomach.
I pushed back a few strands of wet hair from her cheek, my knuckle tracing along her jawline as she smiled at me.
“That’s different.” she smiled and stood, handing me the loofah.
I gave her an irresistible, dimpled grin and began running it up and down her arms in small, light circles.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re beautiful.” I murmured, smoothing it over one upturned breast and then the other, teasing her pink nipples into hardness.
“What about you?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked. “How many women have you been with since… Ammījān?”
“Just one,” I replied with a smile. “Her daughter. Eīshān, that sounds terrible…”
She silenced me with her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth over mine, slipping her tongue inside to taste me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was glad.
Her soapy breasts pressed against my chest, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt the familiar tingle of lust shoot through her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot as I wrapped my strong arms around her waist and pulled her tightly to my warm, wet body.
We nuzzled against each other, enjoying the sensation of our wet skin rubbing together.
“I’m turning into a prune.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled, letting go to glance at her fingers.
We finished up in the shower and got out, laughing like teenagers as we dried each other off.
Only a few days ago Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was frustrated and unhappy; now Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how she ever could’ve been unhappy just having me, the ever sexiest Hindu male around.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed me into my bedroom and nabbed another one of my work shirts, briefly leaving her to slide on a pair of black bikini panties and meeting me at the top of the staircase.
“There’s just something about a girl when she wears a man’s shirt,” I said appreciatively, my eyes sweeping over her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.
She sucked in her breath, as I looked her over clothed in a pair of navy blue pajama bottoms that sat low on her big hips and wondered how anyone could look so good in a pair of pajamas.
We headed downstairs and popped in a movie settling comfortably on the couch together.
When Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt my arms slip around her waist and pull me close to me, a million different thoughts went through her head: how safe and secure Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt, how Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had ached for this again since she was young, and how much she didn’t want it to end.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tilted her head backwards to look at me and smiled.
“I love you.”
I smiled back and hugged her a little tighter.
“I love you too, baby.”
Even though we had found our new relationship, we decided it would be best to remain in separate beds for the time being.
And beside it, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah needed time to mull over the things that were said and done.
On one hand, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ecstatically happy that we had taken this step; on the other hand, things were different, and there was no turning back.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was positive about that.
I was already at the kitchen table, newspaper in hand, when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made her way downstairs the next morning.
I looked up, a sleepy smile on my face.
“‘Morning, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .”
“Hi, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said with a yawn. “I’m going to call in to work today.”
She started a pot of coffee and poured herself a glass of orange juice, leaning against the kitchen sink as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to fully rouse herself.
It took her a moment to realize I was eyeing her from behind my paper in her white shirt and panties, which I didn’t give much thought to as I lugged myself out of bed this morning.
“Really? Not feeling well?”
“Just a lazy day. Want some coffee?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, setting down her glass.
I pretended to just look up from the paper.
“Sure, baby. Thank you.” she poured a cup and handed it to me black, the way I liked it.
I was already in my work uniform, and her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body came alive as her eyes rested on the small patch of skin showing at my throat.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glanced up at the clock.
I had twenty minutes before my partner came to pick me up.
I blinked in surprise as she snatched the paper away from me, tossing it carelessly behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her leg over me and eased into my lap, setting her moistening Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot directly over my Hindu crotch, which was already semi-hard from my previous observation of Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah .
She bent her head to gently suckle on my neck, slipping her tongue to the hollow of my throat as my warm hands cupped her firm young Musalmān ass.
“Ohhh, sweetie…” I groaned as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rubbed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot into my hardening Uncut Hindu Lund. “I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, have to go to work…Shaun will be here soon…”
“Do you want me?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, slipping a hand down between us to pull her panties to the side.
I moaned and pulled her cami down, letting her breasts pop free to pinch a pink nipple.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made quick work of my uniform pants and boxers, managing to pull my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund free of both and running her fingertips over the mushroom-shaped head.
“Tell me what you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.
My hands instinctively tried to push her down unto my hard Uncut Hindu Shaft, but she stood firm.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want you, baby. I want to push my Uncut Hindu Lund into your tight, warm Musalmān body.” I moaned hotly. “Eīshān, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, what are you doing to me?”
I groaned low in my throat, as she began to fuck up and down my Uncut Hindu Lund.
She was in frenzied lust.
“Ahhh yes, baby, fuck me…fuck me…” I gasped.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned as I stood to push her unto her back on top of the sturdy wooden table, spreading her thighs wide apart to watch my Uncut Hindu Lund, wet with her juices, slip in and out of her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
My hands gripped the backs of her knees as I fucked Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, thrusting so hard and deep inside her.
The table began to move.
“Yesss…Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!…give me your Uncut Hindu Lund!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly. “Fuck me… Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Oh god…I’m going to cum…I’m cummmming!” Her orgasm exploded over me, washing me with waves of pleasure, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina contracting tight around my throbbing Hindu member.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …I’m going to cum too…” I groaned, my fingers digging so hard into her skin I left marks.
“I want to taste you,” she said.
I nodded and thrust once more before pulling out, backing up to let her kneel in front of me.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Ohhh God, yes baby…yesss…” I moaned.
“You taste good.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured with a grin as I stood and we straightened our clothing.
I flushed lightly, smiling as a soft knock sounded at the front door.
“You didn’t even get to finish your coffee.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah teased.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had something much more fulfilling,” I said softly, kissing her forehead. “Have a good day, sweetie.”
“You too, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed along into the living room and rubbed her upper arms as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched me stride to the front door, turning to give me an affectionate wink before exiting and closing the door behind me.
I stood there for a moment until a huge smile came over her face.
It was still pretty early in the morning, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew she would have to get up to get ready for work.
“Yeah?” she said grouchily, gruffly, picking up after the seventh ring.
“‘Morning, sunshine!” she sang winking at her suggestively, flopping down on my bed. “How’s my girl, my love, my life?”
“Mmmfummph.” She muttered.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah chuckled, picturing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth buried in her pillow.
“Call in to work, baby. I want you to come over to my place.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.
“Please, do it for me?”
“Sure, honey. I’ll be over in an hour or so.” She blew a quick kiss and hung up.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah made a quick call to work to let them know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wasn’t coming in, hopped off her bed and went into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replayed the previous night’s events in her head.
Not so long ago, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and I were having sex in this exact spot.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought the familiar tingle of lust and finished up, rushing through the rest of the morning’s toiletries.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah chose to wear a pair of pale pink bikini panties, short denim shorts and a white midriff t-shirt, all which set off her tanned skin, big breasts, and long legs.
Before Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed downstairs, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah clipped on a silver anklet and lightly sprayed on some perfume, grinning when she saw Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s black Eclipse pull up in the driveway.
“Anyone home?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called out as she came in and closed the door behind her.
Her lover looked hot as usual in a short, pale blue sundress that barely reached mid-thigh, showing enough Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage to give even a traditional Hindu saint a hard-on.
Her tan legs made her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth water.
“Allah, God, what has gotten into you?” She asked, pulling back to look into her blue eyes with her probing brown ones.
Her jaw dropped and she tugged Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah to the couch, speaking after they had settled down Indian-style facing each other.
“You did it, didn’t you? You slept with Durgesh, the greatest!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah paused naughtily.
She grabbed her upper thighs and squeezed, sending Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah into a fit of giggles.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wiggled away, resettling Indian-style and letting her eyes wander under her sundress.
Well, let Durgesh fuck us?
To speak the truth for a change, no man fucks any woman ever.
It’s actually the quite opposite.
The foolish mankind thinks he is fucking the womankind.
It’s always actually the womankind that fucks her man.
It’s always strategic, always tactical that she always let the poor mankind think he is fucking her.
Durgesh was unique in sex, sexual activities and sexual prowess.
Durgesh was never tired of sex.
Even the age factor failed completely.
Durgesh was sixty-three now.
Yet he never looked his age.
Everyone thought he was thirty-three only.
And he really lived the life of an ever-young man.
She masterminded her entire incredible seven movements Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club, Cuckold Your Musalmān husband, Ashvinātam Gangbang Club, Al Jihād fil Durgesh fī sabīlillāh, Jet Musalmān Beauties Squad, Durgesh Farīdah Jalāl Sheikħ Sex Therapy and Durgesh Åāýéshah Siddīqah Social Service, successfully.
Durgesh never masterminded it.
It was actually Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s eighth, and actually first, movement, no one realized ever.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan deliberately, yet not expressly, never, started her well thought, well planned, well masterminded, ever clandestine, campaign thus.
So that it might won’t die out prematurely without producing the wanted results.
It could had been opposed by entire traditional moralists and humanists as well.
Couldn’t it had been?
It was the only practical way for Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan to go ahead with her spectacular dreams.
She was already there living with all of them.
She could easily make them crazy to make love to Durgesh.
No, Durgesh would never do it, until and unless he isn’t compelled to.
She masterminded it successfully even while Durgesh resisted it nonstop.
Yet Durgesh had no way except to surrender always ultimately.
That was the beauty of the scheme.
Congratulations Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the greatest.
They say Durgesh is greatest.
Well, not if Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, the actual greatest one, hasn’t masterminded it all.*
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was instantly hot and wet, throbbing along with her heartbeat as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to tear her eyes away from Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s hairless sex.
“You like that?” She murmured, catching her gaze and spreading her slim thighs a little wider.
“I barely let Durgesh leave the house this morning when he showed me.”
“No, my brother had just gotten up. Left Durgesh with a big hard-on though…” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ trailed off, giving Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah a smug little smile. “Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, tell me about last night!”
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By the time Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s fifteen year-old brother made it into the house; we were all sitting quietly on the couch watching TV.
The only give away, if Naåīm Sheikħ were that observant, was the heavy, musky smell of sex that hung in the air…and the satisfied little smile her best friend gave me from the corner of her eye.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went home awhile later.
The hot ache between her thighs was silent and sated.
I was nowhere in sight as I entered the house.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to clean up.
Her mind was playing back the previous hours events.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah? Sweetie, is that you?” I called as I passed her closed bedroom door.
“Yes, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!.”
“Can you come in here a second?”
“Sure.” She opened my door and stepped inside, breathing in the scent of my cologne.
I stood in front of my mirror, bare-chested, dressed in a pair of crisp khakis.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had forgotten about my date!
A wave of jealousy spun her stomach in circles.
She swallowed hard to keep a straight face.
“Hey, baby. Have fun at Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ‘s?”
“Yes,” I replied.
“Did you sleep well?”
My face flushed.
“Must’ve fallen asleep watching TV last night after Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got home.”
“Right. So what’s up?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked lightly.
I looked up.
My eyes taking in the length of her tanned legs, lingering over her chest before I blinked as if to focus myself.
“Um…out of the two of these shirts…which one do you like better?” I held up a long-sleeved blue chambray button down shirt and a forest green short-sleeved polo shirt, both of which set off my eye and skin color.
“Wear the green one.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.
I smiled, showing my dimples.
“Exactly what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was thinking.”
I sat down on the edge of my bed and watched silently as I pulled it over my head, giving her a lengthy appraisal of my toned chest.
So much for being satisfied, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a silent groan.
“So? What do you think?” I tucked the shirt into the waistband of my khakis, brushing off traces of lint and tiny wrinkles.
I stood and reached out to straighten the collar, pressing her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body as close to me as she dared.
She just wanted to feel my body against her…
Her breasts touched my chest.
I smiled meaningfully.
“Let me straighten this out.” she said.
Her green eyes met mine, and her nipples hardened as the fabric of her top rubbed against them, pushing into me.
Our mouths were inches away from each other’s.
She pressed her pelvis into me.
She felt me alert slightly, and felt the legendary erection growing underneath the crotch of my khakis.
Her heart pounded a mile a minute and time seemed to slow down to a crawl as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah raised herself on her toes, closed her eyes, and placed her warm mouth on me, mine.
Our lips lingered only a moment before I pulled away quickly, as if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had shocked me.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …Are you alright?” I smiled.
“Why?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah too smiled naughtily.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was touching my Uncut Hindu Lund! The very object that created the entire infinite creations was in her hand…and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted it inside here.
“Sālī, I’m your Ammī’s fucker,” I said impishly. “And you’re her daughter.”
“Yes. We love each other, and I can’t think of anything more right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also replied mischievously, her fingers working at my belt.
She unbuckled it and slipped her hand down the front of my khakis, needing to wrap her hand around the steel hard Hindu pole practically bursting out of my pants.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me so badly that even her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body was shaking now.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nudged past my boxer briefs and her fingertips brushed across my burning hot Uncut Hindu Lund, sending a shudder through the both of us.
“Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Ohhh, God…” she moaned softly.
“No, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…baby, we can’t make it routine…”
“You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “I know you want it, I want you, too. I want you so much.” Her green eyes clouded with lust at her words, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glorified mentally as my warm, strong hands settled on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, sliding around her waist.
I did it carefully, as if I would shatter her moving too quickly, or I would scare her away with too much movement.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her fingers up and down the length of my ever-unconquerable Hindu hardness, staring in wonder at the hundred different emotions running through her beautiful eyes.
First nervousness, then lust, then guilt, and lust again.
Damn it, nothing else mattered but having Durgesh.
“You know I came into your bedroom last night and saw you,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah continued.
“You touched me. You tasted me.” I inhaled sharply.
“You were awake?”
“Yes. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I too wanted you to touch me. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fatimah, I wanted your mouth on my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I love you. I love you even more than myself,” she said, trembling.
There was no turning back now.
Nothing would be the same.
“I love you too, my darling.” I groaned.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wrapped her eager little Musalmān fingers around my Uncut Hindu Prick, pulling them down to the mushroom-shaped tip and back up to the base, stroking firmly and slowly.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was so thick and long!
This is what I did to her.
“Can I take it in my ardent Musalmān mouth, please?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked breathlessly. “Let me take your Uncut Hindu Lund in my ardent Musalmān mouth, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to make you cum once more in my mouth. You taste incredible.” Her mouth opened.
Suddenly from downstairs, the doorbell sounded.
My date was here.
Her heart sank in disappointment.
She was sure now to replace Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Naturally, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah angrily yanked her hand away, knowing inside it wasn’t my fault, but even then, she was unable to help herself.
“Have fun on your fucking date.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered, swearing for the first time ever in front of me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked out of my room and went into her own.
She slammed the door behind her and threw herself across the bed, burying her head in a pillow.
There was a brief knock at the door.
A few minutes later, the front door closed and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard my SUV pulling away from the house.
She pounded the bed with her fists, throwing a tantrum like any three-year-old and enjoying every second.
It was like a game between Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah and me.
We get close; something came along, and ruined it.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was getting sick of it.
With a heavy sigh, she dragged herself out of bed and headed into the bathroom, slipping in the shower for a long, hot wash.
She scrubbed her hair and body, using a sweet smelling shower gel to relax her even more.
Afterwards she put on a pair of lacy white panties and one of my EMT button down work shirts.
She headed downstairs to the couch to flick on the TV and flip aimlessly through the channels.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t stop thinking about how her hand was around my hard Uncut Hindu Lund…stroking me…hearing me moan.
It wasn’t fair.
The time was well after two in the morning, by the time I crept through the front door.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slowly stood up, standing silently as I turned.
I jumped about a foot in the air seeing her quiet form.
“Eīshān, sweetie! You scared me. Why aren’t you in bed?” I asked.
She didn’t miss the anxious tone I used.
“I was just waiting up for you,” she said tightly. “Can’t I do that?”
“O – Of course, baby. You didn’t have to, though.”
“I know. So…how was the date?”
I avoided her eyes and we sat down together on the couch.
“It went well, very well. Jabīn Jalīl is a great girl.”
“What did you do?”
“Well…we ate some dinner, saw a movie…” I trailed off, looking down at my hands.
“That doesn’t take six hours, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” she said. A terrible ache of jealousy was settling uncomfortably in the pit of her belly. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”
She bit her lip, tears filling her eyes.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! She was being such a baby!
Durgesh had a perfect right to do whatever he liked…but why the hell he didn’t I do it with me!
“What I do is not your concern, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I said firmly, using her full first and middle name. “That includes if I did choose to sleep with Jabīn Jalīl.”
A flicker of hope lit up in her mind.
“You mean…you didn’t do it?”
“No, sweetie, I didn’t.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought the urge to shout out in joy and scooted into my arms, sighing in contentment.
“I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t,” I admitted. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I couldn’t because every time I looked at her, I saw only your face. I only saw you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
She looked up from the crook of her arm, meeting my eyes with her own graceful ones.
Slowly she spread her thighs, giving me a look at her soaked lacy white panties, which I took in with a sharp breath.
I lifted my arm out from behind her and brought my hand between her legs, letting me nudge my warm fingers underneath the waistband of her panties.
I paused with my fingertips inches from her swollen wet slit.
“What do you want, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I want to touch you, baby. I want to feel how wet you are for me.” I breathed. “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I need to touch you.”
Her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body trembled as I took my hand away from her arm, and I continued downwards into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, my Uncut Hindu Prick coming up to and penetrating between her puffy Musalmān sex lips.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah jerked upwards in reaction, startling both of us, but I didn’t stop.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard harsh, shallow breathing and realized it was her own.
“Ahhh, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered. “Yesss…that feels so good!”
“Lay down on your back,” I ordered quietly.
She did as I asked.
Her excitement was growing as I stripped my polo shirt off.
I leaned forward and began unbuttoning the shirt of mine that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore, urging her to pull her arms out so I could toss it away.
Her panties came off next.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah blushed as I stared down at her breasts, reaching out to trace light circles around her hardening nipples.
“You don’t know how often I’ve fantasized about playing with your little nipples, baby.” I murmured.*
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned as I bent down to engulf a nipple between my hot index finger and thumb, squeezing it teasingly and doing the same to the other.
I kissed and squeezed her breasts until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was shaking, gently kneading and squeezing them with my strong hands.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah clenched her hands into fists as I took hold of her ankles and pushed her knees to her chest, baring her smooth, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot to my hot Hindu gaze as I spread her legs wide.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t believe this was actually happening once more…
“Allah Oh God, yes, please hurry Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! !” she pleaded. “Penis my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
With a low groan, I buried my Uncut Hindu Prick in her hot, dripping center, plunging it straight and deep into her tight fuck hole.
She screamed in rapture and arched her back up so sharply Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grew dizzy, her hands grabbing thick fistfuls of my black hair and keeping me in place as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ground her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt into my deeply penetrating Uncut Hindu Prick.
I moved my hands to the backs of her knees, keeping her legs high and wide as I took long, hot penetrations from the bottom of her aching Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina to the top of her swollen Musalmān slit.
My Uncut Hindu Cock then centered on her pulsing Musalmān clit, locking my Uncut Hindu Prickhead over the tiny button and gently rolling it until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was falling over the edge into orgasm.
“Ohhh du… Durgesh …” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah moaned. “I’m cuummmming…I’m cumming!”
I sat up and her fingers flew to my pants, hurriedly yanking them down my legs and tossing them away.
She urged me to lie back, wasting no time as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah crouched over my thick, rigid Uncut Hindu Lund and wrapped her fingers around the width.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah,” I gasped. “Baby…are you sure…?”
She smiled and took the head of my raging Hindu erection into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, her jaw stretched to the very limit with the size.
Wanting desperately to please me, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah continued the journey down the length of my hot, veined Uncut Hindu Shaft, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt me sliding against the back of her throat.
She paused and looked up at her Durgesh darling, her Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of the Musalmān Beauties!
Her belly was jumping at the glazed stare of ecstasy in my Hindu eyes.
“Ohhh Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …take it all, sweetie…take all of your Durgesh darling, your Hindu Piyā, your Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, tum Musalmān ħasīnāon kā Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of you Musalmān Beauties!’s Uncut Hindu Lund,” I groaned hotly.
At my breathless demand she slipped her warm Musalmān mouth down the full length of my Hindu member, and remembering a little trick Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had mentioned, wiggled her tongue out and flicked it across my balls, caressing the sensitive underside of my engulfed Hindu hardness.
She squeezed her throat muscles around me, massaging my Uncut Hindu Lund, enjoying the throbbing Hindu hotness of my tool.
I did it!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finally had my Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hummed low in her throat and grinned when I thrashed around in pleasure, my hand sliding into her hair.
“Yes, suck me, baby. Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund,” I whimpered.
I pulled her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth upwards and circled the dripping tip of my Uncut Hindu Dick with her wet little tongue, hungrily tasting the pre-cum steadily seeping out.
Slipping back down my Hindu length, she began to bob up and down, sucking me, getting my Uncut Hindu Lund wet with her saliva.
I grew in the confines of her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
She lifted her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth from my Uncut Hindu Prick.
“Fuck me, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! I want to feel you inside me.” she said.
I sat up and began to lower myself over her, but she stopped me with her hands on my firm chest.
“No…fuck me from behind, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”
She smiled, turning over unto her hands and knees, looking back at me.
Her ravenous Musalmān eyes looked like twin fires of pure lust, and with an animal groan, I grabbed her slim hips, yanking me back hard.
She bit her lip as my Uncut Hindu Lundhead probed at her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt lips, sliding up and down her hungry Musalmān slit, finally resting at the entrance of her soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Now…please, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Now!” she begged.
“Ahhh Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, you’re so tight, baby,” I breathed.
With a little cry of pleasure, I pushed my pulsing Hindu member in to the hilt, stopping as she gasped for breath.
I knew Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t last long with my big Uncut Hindu Lund inside her; already pleasure coursed through her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān body.
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Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand hugged her ravenously.
How beautiful she is.
But now every one of them was Umm-Al-Åālmīn.
Hinduism isn’t a superstition as the most of the other religions are.
Hinduism is absolutely a scientific, rational and logical religion.
It’s a system of life actually.
No, it isn’t a superstition any longer.
Durgesh has proved it now absolutely scientifically rationally and logically.
Yes, Hindus are still a minority in the entire humankind.
But, they are the rulers now.
Durgesh damn cares for the acceptance of the facts by everyone.
He openly says:
“The facts never needed their acceptance by humankind for their survival and being in power. The humankind needs the acceptance of facts for its own survival.”
“You did it successfully, didn’t you?” Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim asked Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand sometimes laughing sometimes crying out of sheer joy, victory and triumph. “They said even you can’t do it. They said Ruqayyah Muħammad Åbdullah is insurmountable because Durgesh is insurmountable. Hell, you’ve successfully delivered her five hundred dollars even while Fātimah Muħammad Åbdullah had cautioned her very much.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand was abstemious.
“Control yourself, Al Waħīdah. She never took the money.”
“But you shoved the money into her hand. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, of course. But her fingers even didn’t close on the money. It fell down. She never touched it.”
“But the money touched her hand. Didn’t it?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, Al Kubrah Al Qāsim, her other elder sisters, her Ammī, Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, Muħammad bin Qāsim and even her Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim watched Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim hugging and kissing her Vedic Monotheist Hindu husband.
“That’s the reason nobody is accepting Ved Nagar/Trantor is the new Capital of entire humankind.” Muħammad bin Qāsim smiled cunningly, “I can’t understand, Jījū, why you are not as happy as Al Waħīdah is.”
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim smiled.
“She is right. Congratulations, Prañav. You’ve successfully fulfilled the condition. Everyone agreed if you successfully revive the oil lease you’d be the managing director of Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.”
“Thanks, Abbū,” Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand smiled urbanely, “but I don’t think the oil lease is still revived legally.”
“The hell it isn’t.” Muħammad bin Qāsim said furiously, “We tried to make deferred payments according to the legal documentation. Didn’t we? If she didn’t accept it, it’s their evasion, not ours. Damn it.”
Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand fell back on the king sized bed.
Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim straddled him keeping her gorgeous back to him.
Her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was on the male Hindu lips of Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand now and his immediately hardened Uncut Hindu Cock was in Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
She was aggressive absolutely.*
It started when Al Nāsirah Al Karīm had approached me.
I studied the beautiful woman with interest.
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm returned my gaze with bright green eyes.
There was a hard glitter in those green eyes.
But it softened to a twinkle gradually.
“I haven’t killed anyone, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt. Not yet, at least. Yet never make the mistake of thinking me a peaceful sophisticated Musalmān lady that sits by the fire and knits. I’m certainly not that one. I’m a hard bitten hellion instead.”
“Thanks for telling me.”
“I can’t lie to my lawyer if I really want him to protect me. Can I?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled, now meaningfully and seductively at me.
I winked at her.
“Protect you from what?”
“Most of the Musalmīn, you call Pseudo Musalmīn, are not highly educated. It’s natural, therefore, that they can’t get good respectful jobs. They have to resort to lower and criminal activities consequently.”
“I know that.”
“Sure, my younger brother, Muħammad Ůsmān, is an exception. He is highly educated yet he is dangerously involved in criminal activities.”
“You said you wanted to see me about a gambling girl.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim.” She said, “She is my daughter.”
“She is a problem girl.”
“She is twenty eight, PhD, yet she can’t understand how these gambling activities of her may hurt her career and her future.”
“I appreciate your concern.”
“I’ve seen you many times in court, fighting every inch of the way. I was one of the members of the jury. I respect you for it as I am something of a fighter myself.”
Kħadījah Muħammad smiled.
“I assist him in his work, whatsoever it may be. Will you please give me your name, age and address?”
She had lit a cigarette in the meantime.
I watched her carefully.
“Sorry,” she smiled, “I kicked loose from the conventional traces.”
“How long is it so?”
“Since my husband suspected that I might have an extra marital affair with some Hindu.”
“You revolted against him?”
“I have my own group of companies, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt.” she smiled sardonically, “I hate to be dependent even on my husband. It didn’t harm me even a bit. Instead, it helped me to learn how spineless hypocrites my husband and my relatives are. Do you have to go into all that?”
“Okay, at least tell me about her friends.”
“Friends?”Al Nāsirah Al Karīm sighed, “She is very close to two extremely problem girls you know very well.”
“I know very well?”
I swallowed her hesitancy and took hold of the hem of her tank top, pulling it up and over her head.
Her bare breasts stood firm and upright, the nipples already hardening in the cool, air-conditioned room.
I looked her up, her cheeks flaming, and felt a trickle of her arousal juice slip down the inside of her thigh as I scrutinized her with admiring eyes.
She didn’t know Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ was also with me.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted around until she was on her knees beside me, firmly circling the base of my Uncut Hindu Shaft with her fist as she lowered her mouth around the red, throbbing head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched my legendary Hindu erection disappear inside her best friend’s ardent Musalmān mouth until her chin rested on my Hindu balls, and I was moaning in ecstasy as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sucked me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah rolled her hard nipples between her thumb and index fingers, staring directly into my eyes as her knees weakened so much, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely stand.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Take your shorts off.” I gasped. “Ahhh, yes, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …take it all, baby…”
With shaking fingers Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah unbuttoned and unzipped her shorts, slipping them down over her hips and letting them fall to the floor.
She shivered in exquisite shame, forcing herself to keep her arms down, as I thoroughly looked her over.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ moaned softly on me, on my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted that Uncut Hindu Lund in her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth, and pounding into her tight, wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot too.
“Yes.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
“Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants to show you her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cried hotly, shifting in place and feeling the wetness soak through her silky red panties.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hooked her thumbs in the waistband and slid them down her legs, tossing them aside with her top and shorts.
“Look at that pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said close to my ear. “You want it, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Do you want to fuck Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Turn around.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commanded.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah did as she was asked, swallowing hard and wondering what was next as dead silence fell.
What were we doing?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped.
Her breathing was shallow and loud in the surrounding quietness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hesitated momentarily before slowly complying, leaning her palms on the chair in front of her for support.
“Set your feet wide apart.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ added.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slipped her hand between her thighs, her fingers shaking as she spread her swollen lips apart.
“Allah, yā Allah! Oh, God,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wants you to bury your Uncut Hindu Lund in her!”
“Yes…” she repeated, “Durgesh darling, fuck me…fuck me, please!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, turning to look at me.
“Mmmm, not yet.” Her lover smiled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ stood and undressed, asking me to stand and do the same.
I knelt behind Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Her thumbs pulled her lips apart to gain more access to the moist folds of her sex.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah urgently pulled her face into Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s soaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, humming in pleasure as she flicked her tongue against Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s swollen button.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held tightly to her fistful of her hair, grinding her sopping, steaming center into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah slurped her juices.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, she tasted good!
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was overwhelmed.
Her tongue swept over her ravenous ardent Musalmān clit, flicking it and teasing it before plunging inside her juicy hole.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s cries of pleasure grew louder.
“More…more…yes, eat me!” She gasped. “Eat my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Ardent Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah! Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! Måshā Allah, Subħān Allah, Oh, God…make me cummmm…”
“Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm, I’d like to know something about your background. Okay, go ahead. You are doing fine―So you kicked over the traces?”
“Yes. And I am getting worse every year. My husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s relatives think I’m a brand for the burning―and I don’t give a damn what they think! You hear a lot about people who are afraid to die. Well, they are nothing compared to the ones who are afraid to live.”
“Yes,” I smiled, “I agree with you. Even if it is possible to progress, most of us human beings don’t want to go through the tedious utmost necessary to progress. The inertia in them is so prevalent that not even a creature of gutter wants to do anything to come out of the gutter. It deliberately and knowingly develops a life style to suit its inertia. It compromises with the gutter life only to avoid doing something it isn’t habitual of.”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled.
“I see. You’ve too given a lot of thought to it, young man.”
“I’m sorry. I mean…”
Al Nāsirah Al Karīm raised her right hand,
“It’s alright. As it happens, I do understand your Vedic Sanskr’t too.”
“What?” now I was surprised.
“Surprised?” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm smiled enjoying my utter surprise very much.
“Don’t be. My daughter Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim loves a Vedic Monotheist Hindu, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. I wanted to understand why you Vedic Monotheist Hindus are so successful with us educated Musalmān Beauties that we are even cuckolding our Musalmān husbands for you. My best friend, philosopher and guide, Nāzimah Yåqub, has even gone to the extent that she is living a life of Polyandry with at least the three of you Hindus Brahmā Vishñu Mahesh: Brahmdév Sharmā, Vishñu Nārāyañ and Mahéshvar Bachhalyā.”
I smiled empathetically.
Nāzimah Yåqub wasn’t unknown to me.
She was now the new managing director of Yåqūb group of companies.
Muħammad Yåqūb, her husband, was now her cuckolded assistant only.
“That’s very brilliant of you Ms. Al Nāsirah Al Karīm.” I appreciated her.
“Thank you. The people, who go through life just making motions―and conventional motions at that, are mostly afraid to live. My relatives think I’ve started Al Waħīdah Al Qāsim on the downward path.” Al Nāsirah Al Karīm laughed contemptuously.*
I didn’t need another word more.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shivered in delicious wanting as I grabbed her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips, her hands clenching into fists as I put the head of my thick Uncut Hindu Lund against her horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt hole.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shoved her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips back, silently begging for my pulsating Hindu member inside her heated Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Vagina.
“Put it in her,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered. “Give it to her, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!!”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt completely filled, my thickness stretching her open far beyond.
My fingers dug into the groove of her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips as I pulled me back into my violent Hindu fuck thrusts.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ arched sharply, screaming in pleasure as she began to cum.
“Yes…please… Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties! cum inside me!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah panted.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was slamming into her bringing her closer and closer to orgasm.
“Okay, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah …ahhh yes…I’m cummmming!” I penetrated her deepest.
A shock of intense, body-shuddering pleasure exploded inside Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, squeezing and contracting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles like a glove around my raging Uncut Hindu Prick.
I tightened my grip on her gorgeous magnificent firm round perfect Musalmān hips triumphantly giving a final deep thrust.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, I’m cumming…cumming inside you, baby…cumming in your tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!” I cried as I filled her with streams of my hot Hindu seed.
Her knees gave out and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fell forward.
I followed her with a soft grunt.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled and stroked sweaty hair away from her face, her pretty face suddenly freezing.
“Naåīm Sheikħ ‘ is home!” she whispered.
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Her jaw dropped.
Had her ears garbled the words that had entered her eardrum and maybe she just misheard?
Things like this just didn’t happen in normal society…did they?
“Yes, I did it. Last night.” Her best friend said with a proud grin. “I finally did it.”
“Are you for real, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked in disbelief.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ giggled.
“What’s the big deal? It happens more than you know, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
“But not to my best friend.”
“Well…it did. Believe it.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed at her steadily, looking for any possible signs of a lie.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had been friends since they entered preschool together.
Similarly, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never lied to her.
But more than that, they were lovers…had been since they both turned eighteen but six months ago.
“So let me get this straight,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “Last night, my best friend…my best friend…you…I mean…”
“Yes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I slept with my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said exasperatedly.
The words seemed foreign, and with a distraught groan, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah flopped down next to Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her bed.
“It was so hot. Allah, yā Allah! God, I never thought sex could be so good with a guy. Usually, it’s just wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am and the guy is done. With my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…he was totally in tune to my every desire.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, her brown eyes dreamy.
Here they were, her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, relaxing after a long days’ work at their jobs in her bedroom, and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out with this revelation.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ only told her because Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was her best friend and she trusted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t go around telling everyone.
Involuntarily, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot began to stir.
An image of Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ on her back, her hairless, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wet and spread open for her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s waiting Uncut Hindu Lund filled her mind’s eye.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq was now a cuckolded husband.
Zaynab bint Åāmir was his aggressive wife.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had often found herself fantasizing about being underneath.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself was a beauty, too, with long, curly brown hair, brown eyes, and a lean, curvy build.
Along with the lust came the jealousy.
Whether Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was jealous about Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ being with her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, or vice versa, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t really tell.
But it started from her belly and most likely turned her eyes from blue to green.
“Come on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. I’ve been telling you for months I wanted the old Hindu scoundrel.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said. “Are you mad?”
“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied. “Not mad as much as jealous.”
“Don’t be jealous. There’s a world of difference between my best friend and my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned.
“I – I still can’t believe it.”
“When I think it over, it’s hard for me to believe, too. I mean this is the man that raised me, took care of me, held me when I was a baby. But on the other hand, he’s a man too; a man with real desires and feelings, and I’m not just his daughter now…Now I’m a woman.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah ran her hand along her slim hip, feeling a little shiver of excitement unfurl in her belly. “Tell me about it.”
“Well, My brother was out with his friends, and my stepdad Durgesh was downstairs watching a movie on the TV, wearing just his jeans. You’ve seen him in just his jeans, right?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had.
Durgesh, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s Hindu stepfather, kept himself tanned and well in shape.
I had a great figure and a toned chest.
And just imagining I in a pair of faded blue jeans started all kinds of naughty thoughts in her head.
Now that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about it, so did her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh too.
Even at my sixty-three, I looked years younger than Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s real Abbū, Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr Siddīq.
With still jet-black hair, grave Hindu eyes, and a muscular build I could really turn any woman’s head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah also had so many sisters.
Her Ammī Kħadījah Bint Kħuwaylid had not even to cuckold her husband to me.
Imām Muħammad Åbdullāh was my childhood friend.
He himself had planned that his entire sixteen, extremely beautiful, nudist feminist real sisters fuck me themselves.
“I’ve too.” Twenty-eight years old, Al Qur’an, winked at her elder brother.
Ilāhī Åbdullāh Hāshmī smiled ingeniously.
“How do you morons know I’ve only sucked him?”
Muħammad Åbdullah was smiling sedately.
He knew very well that none of his sisters was virgin now anymore.
He had not only enjoyed watching them sucking and fucking his immensely talented Hindu friend, he had filmed their entire erotic activities with me even.
The hypocrites always put the blame on Hindus.
The Musalmān Beauties were entirely innocent in their presentations everywhere.
The truth was exactly opposite however.
His own sisters were suffering from it.
It was better in his eyes to give opportunities to them so that they could fuck Durgesh.
Not anyone else.
Not another Hindu even.
Everything that shines is not gold.
He has known so many Hindus.
They are powerful.
But they are not as sincere as Durgesh is.
The trouble is he generally does not make advances to even extraordinary Musalmān Beauties himself.
The Musalmān Beauties themselves make advances to him.
Who doesn’t want to secure her/his future, if it is possible?*
After Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned eighteen, I seemed to pull away.
At least, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought it was so.
Maybe not emotionally as much as physically, I rarely hugged her, and sitting close to each other on the couch while peacefully watching a movie hadn’t happened since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could remember.
She often wondered if it was because of how much Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah took after her Ammī, with long, blond-brown hair, blue eyes, and a curvy build that drew eyes wherever Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went.
Often, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah caught me staring at her but I would only smile at her gravely when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my eyes.
A few times Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would find me just outside the bathroom door as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished showering, hurrying away when I emerged…Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought nothing of it at the time…but now…Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wiggled closer to her, her voice lowering huskily.
“So I came downstairs in this short t-shirt and sat down next to Durgesh Papa Jī, cuddling up real close and resting one of her hands on his thigh. He put his arm around me, and I pretended to stretch, pulling my shirt way up past my belly. Of course, I forgot my panties…”
She trailed off, looking at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah from the corner of her chocolate brown eyes with a playful smile.
“It was like flipping a switch. Durgesh Papa Jī had a Hindu hard-on tenting his jeans out so far boy scouts could camp under them,” she chuckled. “He smiled confidently, as if he was hoping I wouldn’t notice. I could imagine what was going through his head. This is my stepdaughter, how can I think what I am thinking, why am I even looking at her the way I am. Actually, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could practically read what Durgesh Papa Jī was thinking.
“I looked up at Durgesh Papa Jī, he looked right back. I slid my hand farther up his Hindu thigh, waited for Durgesh Papa Jī to say no, when he didn’t say anything, I slid my hand straight over his Uncut Hindu Lund. Still he didn’t say anything. I unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down his zipper, and let his universally famous legendary Uncut Hindu Lund out. Allah, yā Allah! Oh my God, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, you would not believe the size of Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund. At least eight inches, and thick…way thicker than any other guy I’ve seen in porns. I ran my finger boldly, entirely unashamed of me―”
“Why not?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said unashamedly boldly, “What wrong was I doing? I am an adult now. I can decide with whom I want to enjoy my life.”
“But he is our stepfather.”
“So what? It’s better to decide to have your stepfather your life partner. We know him very well, more than we can know of any damn stranger.”
“If her stepfather is Durgesh, yes. That’s what I’m not only implying but announcing even as a principle.”
“Are you mad?”
“It’s against the morals and ethics of the society.”
“I respect the morals and ethics of the society but on the cost of my own happiness.”
“I’m not ashamed of it, I say.”
“Well, not now.”
“There you are.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled triumphantly.
“He is the BEST, you stupid. Fuck him yourself too, before it’s too late.”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ went on:
“Feeling my young adult palm over the tip of his Uncut Hindu Lund, Durgesh Papa Jī moaned a little and asked what I was doing. I told him boldly, smiling; I was doing exactly what the both of us wanted. I told Durgesh Papa Jī that I knew he too watched me while I showered, that I watched him too when he walked in and out of a room, and that I liked to steal his underwear to masturbate with. He managed to look really grave and admonish me, but I knew he had to surrender ultimately, whatsoever would happen in between. I wrapped my hand around his Uncut Hindu Lund and started stroking him… Allah, yā Allah! God; the brightening of his Hindu eyes with spectacular triumph over a young adult smart and brilliant Musalmān Beauty, was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. I was making my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, content, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
“Allah, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah muttered.
Though Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wouldn’t admit it out loud, this was beyond hot.
Her eighteen year-old best friend rubbing her own stepfather’s Uncut Hindu Lund…what would it be like to wrap her fist around her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund? Feel the pulsing veins running up the length of his Hindu shaft in her palm?
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ continued.
“I put my mouth around Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund and sucked him until he was on the verge of cumming…then he pushed me down onto my back and went down on me until I could barely see straight. I was almost screaming at the top of my lungs. Durgesh Papa Jī penised my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. He used his Uncut Hindu Lund, his lips; he made me beg for more. I spread my thighs and fucked me on my back…I came several times on Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund before he put me on all fours and fucked me until I came several more times. I wanted Durgesh Papa Jī to cum sooner, but he said he wanted me to experience a real man. He looked like I won the lottery when I asked him to cum in my mouth…mmmmm, Durgesh Papa Jī tasted good, too.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stared at her for a Moment, letting everything she had just told her fully sink in. “I can’t believe you did it.”
“Then you probably won’t believe it when I do it again.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said slyly.
“You’re going to hell.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said matter-of-factly.
“I think I was already well on my way when I started playing with you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.”
They caught each other’s eye and collapsed into a fit of giggles, totally caught up in the pleasure and beauty of the other.
There was a brief knock at her bedroom door, and before Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had a chance to jump off the bed, their Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, peeked my head in.
My green eyes hardened as I took in their nearly naked bodies. Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wore a white shirt and matching bikini panties, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ wore a matching black shirt and pantie.
I never diverted my hardened gaze, however.
“Oh…sorry, girls. I just wanted to let you know that the servants have informed me that dinner is ready.” I said, “It was good I decided to inform you myself.”
“Thanks, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah squeaked.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah exchanged glances as I left, closing the door behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped when her warm fingers nudged underneath her panties.
She rubbed along her thoroughly wet slit, slipping her middle finger between her shaven sex lips to firmly circle her clit.
“You’re soaking wet.” She murmured. “Does Daddy turn you on, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?”
“Stop that.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sharply. “You fucked your stepfather, that doesn’t mean I want to fuck mine too.”
“Don’t lie to me! Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I saw your eyes when Durgesh Papa Jī was looking at us. Your little nipples hardened under your cami…now your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is practically dripping. Didn’t know you could want your stepfather too, did you?”
“I don’t want him.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted breathlessly, enjoying the sweet pleasure washing through her body. I didn’t want my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh…that would be wrong…”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ scooted closer, her smooth knees bumping against Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah’s, her fingers working faster under her panties. “Tell me you never think about sucking Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. What it would feel like to have your stepfather fucking you hard into your aching little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…making you cum…over and over again.”
Was she right?
Hadn’t Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had those exact thoughts before?
What was going on?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes tightly, trying to block the pictures suddenly pushing themselves into her mind.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remembered seeing her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund once.
I had just emerged from the shower and had stridden through the hall to my bedroom, naked as the day I was born.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t know what I had been doing in the shower, but my Uncut Hindu Lund was rock hard and standing straight out from my body.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had stared, frozen, at my engorged Hindu member while her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot flooded with arousal juice.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah felt so ashamed, and more than a little dirty, at what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had seen.
Yet, at the same time, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was intensely turned on.
Turned on by her own Hindu stepfather.
“Admit it.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ whimpered hotly into her ear, her warm, wet tongue sneaking out to flick along her earlobe. “Every Musalmān girl thinks about fucking her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, at one time or another, baby. And just like I made it come true…you can too make it come true, if you are smart enough to secure your future physically, sexually, financially and emotionally. Durgesh is the ever best husband for every Musalmān Beauty whether Jet Musalmān Beauties or others.”
“No,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah groaned. “No, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …”
“No…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched sharply into her busy little fingers, breath hissing through her teeth as she pushed her cami up over her breasts, baring her taut pink nipples to her hot gaze.
Her thumb was expertly rubbing her hard, throbbing clit.
“Do you want my tongue in your wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked impudently winking at her, cunningly, impishly . “Tell me you want it.”
“No…I…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuttered. Allah, God, she was bringing her so close! The little tease…
“Mmmm, tell me you want my mouth sucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. No…tell me you want your Hindu Step Daddy’s, Durgesh Papa Jī’s Uncut Hindu Lund fucking your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said.
Her plunging fingers slowed to an agonizing pace, slowly withdrawing and slowly pushing back in, teasing her clit with feather-light manipulation.
“Make me cum, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …make me cum…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, thrusting her hips upwards into her fingers.
“Not until you say what you really want.” She persisted.
“Girls! Dinner is getting cold!” I shouted from downstairs.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ pulled her fingers away, drawing a frustrated groan from her mouth but at the same time sending a wave of guilt through Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
I didn’t deserve having to wait for the dinner.
“I’ll get you back later.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah growled.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ laughed and they got up, quickly throwing on a pair of jeans.
For a Moment, they considered putting on a t-shirt, but then they figured even their camis were decent enough.
“You look hot.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ commented as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah opened her bedroom door. “Your tanned little belly showing…your ass looks so good in those jeans. Durgesh Papa Jī would certainly enjo very much fucking you.”
“Shut up Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ, you tease…” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed her and pulled her mouth to hers, thrusting her tongue deep inside as she cupped her firm little bottom to crush her chest against hers.
Their moans were mixed together.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah peeled herself away from her curvy body, trying to ignore how good she, too, looked in her slim-fitting jeans and tight cami.
“Come on, we’re wanted downstairs.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said.
I was waiting patiently at the dinner table as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah entered the room.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could swear a slight flush colored my handsome face as we settled into our seats.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat to my right, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ to my left so we were across from each other.
“I’m sorry, dad. We didn’t mean to make you wait.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured.
“I’m sorry, too,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chimed. “Girl talk can make time pass pretty quickly.”
“Understood.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said with a grin, flashing dimples that suddenly made her knees weak.
Damn her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought silently, giving Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ a withering look.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah never thought this way until she had to yank that door open in her mind.
With a little trepidation, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered if it was already cracked open and just needed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s extra push…
After all, she was her own mind, and was able to just banish whatever thoughts don’t appeal to her…right?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah peeked at me, from the corner of her eye, admiring the broad curve of my shoulders and firmness of my Hindu body, wondering what it would be like to run her hands over her tanned skin and pull her closer as I fucked hard into her…
How could someone look so good in a simple white t-shirt and jeans?
“Earth to Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah snapped to attention, nearly flipping her fork off the table.
“Want some potatoes?” she repeated with exaggerated slowness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah nodded mutely and took the bowl she was holding out, spooning out a healthy portion before passing it on to me.
Her warm fingers brushed mine, and I winked affectionately as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my black eyes.
‘Oh, damn.’ Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought.
“Dinner looks great.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said quickly.
The servants had prepared fried chicken, mash potatoes, corn, and dinner rolls.
My chef was a master in the kitchen.
“I agree with you, sweetie.” I replied.
The phone rang, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood to answer it.
“I can get it, baby.” I said.
“No, you keep eating. I’ll grab it.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah trotted into the kitchen, picking up the receiver irritably.
“Hi, is Durgesh there?” a breathy female voice asked.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah frowned, raising an eyebrow in confusion.
What female did she know that would call for me, ‘Durgesh’?
“Can I ask who is calling, please?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cupped her hand over the mouthpiece and called,
I came into the kitchen, my brow furrowed.
“It’s Ħumayrah Åbbās from work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah told me.
My Hindu eyes brightened a bit, and a spear of jealousy sank into her stomach as I took the phone from her.
“Hey, Ħumayrah Åbbās…”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah walked back into the dining room, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ looking up as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sat down to resume eating.
“Who was that?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied sourly.
“Shut up. It’s not like that.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah glared at her lover. “You know as well as I do it’s not like that.”
“Not yet.” She shot back, and then added smugly, “Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, I wasn’t the only one watching your cute Musalmān ass walking out of the room.”
Allah help her, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted me now very much.
Even as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought about me, I came back into the dining room and sat down.
A broad grin was on my face.
“What’re you so happy about?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked, her stomach churning enviously.
“Seems he has a date tomorrow night.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said, digging into her meal with renewed vigor.
“A date?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah echoed.
“That’s right. Your old man is going out.”
“With some strange girl?”
“Ħumayrah Åbbās is hardly a stranger, sweetie. We work together.”
“Right.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said lamely.
“What are you two going to do?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ asked.
“I don’t know. What’s a proper first date in this day and age?” I joked.
“Dinner and movie, definitely.”
“Dinner and a movie it is, then.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah didn’t say much the rest of the meal.
I tried to strike up conversation, but Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was too involved in imagining all the things this woman would do to her completely trusting and compassionate Hindu stepfather.
Surely, she wouldn’t give it up on the first date.
More importantly, would her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh; take it if it were offered?
It made Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wonder just how long it had been for me since I had last had sex with Ħumayrah Åbbās…
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah would be a fool to think her Ammī would’ve been the last woman, or even her best friend Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ herself even.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah insisted on cleaning up after dinner, telling me to go relax on the living room couch.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah washed dishes and Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ dried.
Her mind was occupied with thoughts of her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh’s over-existent sex life.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wondered how much more room was left there now for other Musalmān Beauties.
“It’s just a date, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ murmured consolingly.
“I know.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.
“Quit your moping.”
“I’m not moping!”
“Are too.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ twirled her dishtowel warningly, an evil twinkle in her brown eyes.
“Don’t even think about it, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah giggled.
She snapped it across her ass, sending a shock of pain down her thigh.
Her best friend shrieked as she dove at her.
She spun around to streak out of the kitchen and into the living room.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grabbed a towel and was hot on her heels.
Their laughter was filling the spacious room as they chased each other around the couch and her baffled Hindu stepfather.
“No!” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gasped in between breathless fits of laughter. “Stop it! Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ !”
“Come on, help me!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ cried to her grinning Hindu stepfather.
I joined her in the tickling torture, centering on her belly while Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ worked on her knees.
The two went on tickling her for a good five minutes, until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe and was begging for relief.
My warm Hindu hand had slid underneath her shirt to get better access to her bare tummy, just barely brushing the bottoms of her breasts and causing shivers of pleasure to spiral through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“I have to split,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ grinned. “See you later, guys.”
“Bye, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah called.
She grabbed her things and glanced back at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knowingly, giving her a little wave as she closed the front door behind her.
“Allah, she’s crazy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled, looking up at me.
I smiled back, my hand running in lazy circles over her flat belly almost absently.
Our eyes met, and I smiled.
I looked down at my hand.
At the small of her back, my Uncut Hindu Lund dug into her like a steel pipe and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah arched slightly as to not hurt me.
“I – Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, should get to bed.” I said.
“No, Daddy,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered, realizing Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hadn’t called me that since Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ten. “Please don’t stop.”
My grave, confident , Hindu eyes were clouded with ashvinātam lust; that was plain as day to her.
Was Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ right?
Did I want her, too?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to know.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah set her hand atop me, moving it lower down my belly to just above the waistband of my jeans, staring into my eyes to gauge my reaction.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ached for release, throbbing nearly painfully as the rough texture of my skin slid over the suddenly thrumming nerve endings of her stomach.
Her breathing was fast and shallow as I watched the journey of her hand, like Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was an observer of someone else’s hand and not her own.
“Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I said huskily, my voice trembling. “Sweet Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…this isn’t right…”
She put her index finger over my lips.
“Touch me,” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah murmured. “I need you to touch me.”
I pulled her hand away, waiting anxiously as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed perfectly still for a Moment before continuing downward, her fingertips slipping underneath the top of my jeans.
Her body trembled, her nipples hardening to firm little points as she nudged farther down the front of my jeans.
The sexual tension was so thick between us; Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah could barely breathe.
We were on the verge on something that would change us forever, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah found herself urgently wishing for it.
Our gazes locked, her fingers stopped just above the top of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah begged me silently with her blue eyes to let her continue.
We both jumped like naughty children with our hands caught in the cookie jar as my pager suddenly went off, chirping noisily.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sagged in disappointment as she pulled her warm hand away to let me check the number.
The fragile Moment had been shattered.
“It’s work.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed. “They probably need extra help.”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stood as I did. “I’m heading to bed.”
“All right, sweetie. Good night.” I gently kissed her forehead, looking more than a little agitated as I tried valiantly to cover my bulge.
Well, she had virtually grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.
What could I do?
I wasn’t impotent enough not to respond to her such an express sexual advance to me.
Moreover, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was still as excited as she was incapable even avoiding her eyes.
“Good night, Daddy.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah whimpered.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah heard the front door open and close as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah headed upstairs to her bedroom.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried desperately to fight her feelings of frustration.
It wasn’t my fault work called, and it would be selfish of her to be angry when my job was to help Musalmān Beauties .
But what would’ve happened if my pager hadn’t gone off?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah undressed and slipped nude into her bed, closing her eyes.
Tomorrow was another day.
It was around two in the morning according to her bedside clock when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah awoke suddenly, her head pounding.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah cringed and sat up, wondering where the hell the headache had come from as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah threw her legs over the side of her bed.
The closest bathroom was the one attached to my room, and the floor seemed to simmer underneath her feet as she unsteadily made her way to my bedroom.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah hardly noticed her nudity at this point.
Her head was pounding so badly.
But it didn’t matter much anyway because her Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, hadn’t returned home yet.
She popped a couple aspirin from my medicine cabinet and sat down on my bed to temporarily relieve the pounding in her head.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was asleep again before the thought to go back to her own bedroom even occurred to her.
She had completely forgotten that she was not a child anymore.
She was an adult extremely beautiful young Musalmān woman now, sleeping absolutely naked on my bed.
A little shiver running through the length of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body prompted Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah to sleepily open her eyes.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah strained to see around her in the blackness.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sucked in her breath, realizing the source of her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body’s reaction as a slice of moonlight fell across the bed.
She lay on her back; her right knee bent and folded in, her left leg flung out to the side.
I was sitting next to her.
My grave eyes were slowly running over her slim, naked figure.
My hot fingertips trailed down the slope of her belly, over her hip, and swept tantalizing inches from her shaven Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
I did it very lightly, as to not wake her.
Every time I looked up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah quickly shut her eyes so I wouldn’t know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was awake.
My actions were almost too much to take.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was painfully aroused within seconds.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot throbbing and I longed to clamp her smooth excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult thighs around my strong hand until Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah came.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew I would stop as soon as I even had an idea Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah might be aware of what I was doing.
She didn’t want to stop me.
so Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah remained still and passive to my exploration.
However, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot did not…
Her heart thudded loudly in her chest as I bent down.
My nose was inches from her throat, deeply inhaling her scent.
I continued downwards, my warm breath brushing over her nipples, quickly hardening them.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah fought to control her excitement as I extended the tip of my fingers to her right nipple, just barely touching it, and then sending a sizzling cascade of pleasure straight to her toes as I fully squeezed the distended Musalmān flesh.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swallowed her gasp and bit down on her tongue so hard it brought tears up behind her closed eyes as she left a feather-light kiss on her navel.
I was touching Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah.
Was she dreaming?
Was all of this real?
Was she really so lucky?
Opening her eyes, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah gazed in tense wonder when my fingers crept unto her thigh, making little circles, as if amazed by the texture and softness.
The digits slipped to the inside of her thigh, agonizingly close to her heated, dripping center and stopped.
I glanced up.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah closed her eyes quickly.
I focused again on her hairless sex, biting my full bottom lip as if trying to make the hardest decision of my life.
Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah wanted my mouth buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!
My Uncut Hindu Lund brushed across her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hole, making her insides jump as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stuck it in my groin.
“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah…” I murmured so softly Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah had to strain to hear me. “What am I doing? You shouldn’t have slept here naked. You temptress. Om shanno Mitrah sham Varuñah shanno bhavatvaryamā. ”
With that, I hurriedly stood and strode out of the room, closing the door behind me.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smacked the bed with clenched fists, aching to follow me and get what Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah so desperately wanted, but unable to summon the courage to do.
For all Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew, if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was straightforward and went after me, I would look at her in disgust and hate her forever.
She loved me too much to risk that.
So Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stayed awake awhile waiting for me to return, but after an hour, ten-pound weights of sleepiness settled on her eyelids and she drifted off.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah woke up the next day around noon in a foul mood.
I hadn’t returned to my bed, and the past evenings events left Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah extremely horny.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah stomped out of my room and into the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind her.
The warm water was flowing over her suave outstanding wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young adult body did little to appease her tight muscles, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah all but cracked the glass in the shower door as she opened and closed it when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah finished.
Brushing through her wet hair and applying make-up, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went back into her bedroom and slipped on a pair of her silkiest red panties, a pair of white denim cutoffs that were hardly modest, and a snug-fitting powder blue tank top that accentuated her nice tits.
With a quick glance at her clock, she picked up the phone and dialed Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ’s number, knowing that like her, she had the day off from work.
“Hello?” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ chirped in greeting.
“Hey, baby! How was last night?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighed.
“Can I come over? We’ll talk about it.”
“As a matter of fact, yes,” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ replied smiling empathetically. “And before you even have to ask, no, my brother is not.”
“Good. I’ll be over in a few.”
“‘K.” She blew a kiss and hung up.
Feeling a little better, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah swept down the stairs and into the living room, rolling her eyes as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah sighted I sprawled out on the couch.
She jotted a note and set it on the coffee table.
Quietly closing the front door behind her, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah went out to her car.
The hot, humid air clung to her skin.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah turned the air-conditioner on full blast as she pulled out of her driveway and drove the few miles to her best friend’s house.
“Hey!” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ came out unto the porch, grinning widely as she pulled in to her driveway.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah got out of her car and admired her slim form, clothed in a short tennis skirt and red halter-top.
“Dressed to kill, I see?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said knowingly, watching her blush as she joined her on the porch.
“I could say the same about you.” She teased. “Allah! Yā Allaaaaah! God, you look hot.”
With that, she grabbed her hips and pulled her forward, locking her warm, sweet-tasting mouth on hers.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah tried to pull away, thinking anyone including me could see them, but Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ held her tight and explored the inside of her mouth with her soft tongue.
“Mmmm,” she murmured, finally pulling back. “You taste good.”
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …our dad…”
She shrugged. “So?”
“You little slut.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah admonished. “I can imagine what our dad would think of me if he saw this.”
“Saw what?” asked I, as I emerged from the house, dressed in my infamous pair of jeans.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah couldn’t help but skim her eyes over my toned chest, flushing when Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah met my Hindu eyes. “Hey, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Saw what?”
“Hey…nothing.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said casually.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ walked ahead of me and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah followed, brushing close to me as she passed.
“We’ll be upstairs.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ called, taking her hand and dragging her upstairs to her bedroom.
She closed her door firmly behind her and jumped unto the bed beside her.
Her brown eyes were bright with curiosity.
“Tell you what?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah grinned nonchalantly.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smacked her bare thigh.
“Quit it. What happened after I left last night?”
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah filled her in on the details, watching her eyes widen in surprise when she described my exploration while Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was ‘asleep’.
“I told you.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ said matter-of-factly.
“Honestly, at this point, it’s more frustrating than anything.” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah replied.
“Of course. You haven’t gotten what you wanted yet. Now you want a little satisfaction…right?”
How did she know her so well, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah thought with a glance at her best friend. “Will you share, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ?”
“As in, ‘will you pass up the opportunity to watch your hot best friend getting fucked by your Hindu stepfather?’ I think not.” She chuckled.
“How do you know I will go for it?”
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flushed prettily.
“Let’s just say it came up last night.”
“What do you mean?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah asked.
“Dad came into my room after I came home last night, and he started out just asking about what I did at your house. So I’m telling him, and he’s getting this huge hard-on…I started rubbing it, and don’t be mad, but I told him we’re bi. I’m telling you, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, Durgesh Papa Jī got so hard he just about ripped his boxers in half! Soon he was fucking me so hard my teeth are chattering, and I’m talking about what it would be like for the three of us to fuck and suck each other. I especially liked it when he told me how I’d like to see him fuck your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot…and you know you would like that, too.”
Of course, she was right about that.
It was funny how it didn’t seem to faze me to hear Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ talk about my Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, like I was just any guy; wasn’t it just the night before her best friend dumped it in her lap she was fucking her own Hindu stepfather?
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah shifted restlessly, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot still maddeningly horny from the previous night’s events.
“Who am I to deny you anything?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah said sweetly.
She smiled brilliantly.
“I knew there was a reason I liked you so much. Come on…I’m sure he’s downstairs watching TV. My brother is due back in like an hour and a half.”
We exited her bedroom and headed downstairs.
It came to her mind that Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should ask her what the plan was, but as they circled the couch where I was sitting, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah knew Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ had something planned.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah suddenly began to wonder if Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah should let her do whatever she wanted…
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ flicked the TV off and told her to stand directly in the front of Durgesh.
I wore a confused look as Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ sat down next to me.
“What are you girls up to?” I asked curiously.
Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled at me nervously, her mind racing.
What the hell was she planning?
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ slipped her hand into my lap, her clever little palm cupping over my Uncut Hindu Lund and squeezing lightly.
I gasped and looked at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah quickly, as if gauging her reaction.
Her hazel eyes were glazing over with lust.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot reacted fast, starting a fire as Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah watched her lover fondle and rub my Uncut Hindu Lund through my jeans.
“Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ …” I groaned. “Baby…”
“Mmmm, what should I take off first, Daddy?”
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she opened her mouth to object, and then thought better of it.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ would pay for her little games later.
I looked up at Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah, a smile on my full, sexy mouth, and Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah smiled back to let me know Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah was into the game, feeling my heated gaze slide over her slim, curvy body.
Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ unbuttoned my jeans, slowly pulling down the zipper, and slid them down as I lifted myself accommodatingly.
I bit my lip when she wrapped her fist around my thick Uncut Hindu Lund, which jutted up towards my toned stomach.
With a wicked little grin, Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ began a slow, firm stroke up and down my rock hard length, flicking her pink tongue across my lips. “Tell her what to take off.” Åāýéshah Siddīqah Sheikħ smiled at me.
“Your top, Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah. Take your top off.” I smiled too. “Let me see those sweet tits.”
“Haven’t you seen them already, and even much more?” Kħātūn-e-Jannat Saiyadah Fātimah barked, “How dare you rejected me at night when I offered you myself absolutely naked?”
I looked at her benignly,
“You never offered yourself to me, young lady.”
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