As promised, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was indeed naked when I entered the bedroom.
She was at that moment sitting up with her beautiful Musalmān legs crossed in front of Lubnā Salīm.
Lubnā Salīm had also slipped out of her own dress and she was too as naked as her friend was.
Lubnā Salīm had just taken a big hit from a small pipe that I guessed was filled with hashish from the thick, tarry smell permeating the bedroom.
I hated drugs, but I hadn’t any right to stop Lubnā Salīm’s bad habits that were harmful to her.
That was the reason I’d actually started to fuck Lubnā Salīm.
As far as my perusal of Lubnā Salīm was concerned, she was the victim of her husband’s extreme carelessness.
Lubnā Salīm needed a capable husband actually that could take care of her optimum.
Her parents were foolish enough to think if they provide money to their children; the children never needed anything else to have a magnificent life.
It was tremendously wrong.
Yet, Lubnā Salīm’s parents were not alone who were tremendously mistaken in the matter.
In fact, most of the parents today were doing the same mistake knowingly or unknowingly.
They thought money is everything their children needed.
Yes, money was very important for everyone, but not everything.
The more important thing than money even is an optimum system of life that can guide a person how to use money in a manner not to be harmful ultimately for himself/herself.
It is more important than money because if it isn’t there, the money/other resources/assets could be more harmful to a person than if they aren’t there.
As I watched, the perky redhead leaned forward, put her lips fully on the lovely blonde’s lips and exhaled, blowing the pungent smoke deep into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s lungs as the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife inhaled the offering.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stifled a cough, smiled at me, while Lubnā Salīm lit a match and applied the flame once again to the small pipe.
She inhaled deeply.
Once again, she leaned forward and repeated the smoke transfer by putting her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to her friend’s lips and exhaling.
This time, the exchange transitioned into a passionate tongue kiss initiated by the redhead.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd responded to the overture, kissing Lubnā Salīm back passionately, grinding their lips together, while the redhead reached forward and caressed the sides of the blonde’s big Musalmān breasts.
As the kiss lengthened and deepened, Lubnā Salīm ran her fingertips lightly over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s already hardened nipples and the blonde leaned back to give her friend easier access.
Lubnā Salīm didn’t hesitate.
She was never trained properly how to save herself from such harmful things.
Neither her parents did it properly, nor her ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmān husband.
That was why not only Lubnā Salīm needed me immensely, but even Al Nādirah Al Waħīd too.
Only I was interested in saving both of them from themselves, from their ever incompetent Pseudo Musalmīn husbands and even from their immensely stupid parents too.
Pseudo Musalmīn criticize me for it?
It’s better to save someone’s life even if the stupids and unsocial elements criticize you.
Let them criticize me and go to hell.
Isn’t saving a human life more beautiful?
She lowered her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s nipples and began to lick them with the tip of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue, and then gently take first one and then the other between her teeth, nipping them lightly while she flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue rapidly over the tips.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned slightly, leaning back still further ’till she was holding herself upright on her elbows.
At the same time, she uncrossed her beautiful Musalmān legs and spread them wider on either side of the aggressing redhead.
Lubnā Salīm shifted to her knees so that she could run her hands down the blonde’s hips and across her taut belly, which twitched at the fingertip caress.
As I watched, Lubnā Salīm began nipping the blonde’s nipples and neck lightly while her right hand slipped lower and began to gently rub between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s legs.
At this, the blonde moaned a bit louder and I could hear a wet, liquid squelching as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot responded to the gentle assault.
Lubnā Salīm wasted no time in sliding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue lower, across her friend’s belly, until she had pressed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s outer Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while at the same time cupping the blonde’s firm Musalmān butt in either hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, still reclining on her elbows, dropped her head back and hissed, “Yesssssssss, Allaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh yessss!” as Lubnā Salīm’s mouth and tongue pressed home the attack while her friend moaned and gasped.
I furiously slipped out of my clothes as Lubnā Salīm continued to tongue fuck Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
I could see that the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was watching me from her half-open eyes, which widened in surprise when I slipped off my boxers and gave Al Nādirah Al Waħīd her first look at my long, thick Uncut Hindu Cock that dangled between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm was tonguing Al Nādirah Al Waħīd aggressively now, bringing her friend to the edge of orgasm and backing off to make her slide back down the peak without reaching climax.
After she had done this several times and the blonde was moaning and grinding her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in eager frustration, Lubnā Salīm abruptly slid forward, straddling Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and lowering her bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to her friend’s waiting mouth and lips, pressing down as she did so.
I slid onto the bed, taking Lubnā Salīm’s place between Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s now sopping Musalmān thighs, and slid my long Uncut Hindu Lund deeply into Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
I could hear muffled grunts and gasps as I expertly brought the young blonde back to the edge of orgasm, then let her slide back down without achieving climax, teasing her just as Lubnā Salīm had done.
Meanwhile, I could hear squelching noises from between the redhead’s legs are her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juices started soaking the blonde’s lips and face.
Lubnā Salīm suddenly put her hands around the back of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head and pressed the blonde’s face to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as she ground her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks down and humped across her friend’s open mouth and lips, now slick with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice.
She moaned loudly and grunted as she jerked her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks back and forth harder and harder.
“Mmmmm, so good, so good,” she exclaimed. “Gonna fucking cum on your face. Fuck my hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, you little bitch! Suck all that hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice down your throat!”
With a series of guttural cries and grunts, the Musalmān redhead used her friend’s face as a fuck toy and finally collapsed forward, her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks shaking and spasming from the intensity of the orgasm.
Then she groaned loudly and rolled to her side.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s entire face was glistening and slick with Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot secretions, and she lay dazed by the intensity of her experience.
Lubnā Salīm stretched and smiled at her friend.
“I cannot believe you’ve never eaten Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot before, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. If not, you’re the most natural bottom I’ve ever fucked. If you ever want to go lesbian, I know a couple of dyke tops that would kill just to have you for themselves,” she said.
At that, she looked at me, then back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Well, baby, I think it’s time you turn Åbdul Ħamīd into a cuckold to Hindu bull dick. Are you ready for the main event?”
The blonde nodded, weakly.
Lubnā Salīm smiled.
“I’m going to get your cucky boy. I’ll be right back,” she said, and, still naked, padded out of the bedroom toward the kitchen.
While Lubnā Salīm went to fetch me, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached for the small pipe and fired it up again, taking first one and then a second deep hit.
“Dunno what this is, but it sure makes me feel really good,” the blonde said, her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes now reddened and her pupils dilated.
I stood at the end of the bed with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd sat of the bed, with my Uncut Hindu Lund dangling just in front of her face.
She leaned forward and tentatively flicked the tip of the wonderful Uncut Hindu Cock, then licked the head.
Finally, she opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth as wide as she could and worked her lips around the glans, letting her saliva moisten the big head as best she could.
She pushed the Uncut Hindu Lund into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, then swirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue over the head.
As I slowly started to become erect, she gently held the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock and ran her open Musalmān mouth and tongue up and down each side, trying her best to get the whole thing wet with saliva.
It was slow going at first, but as she worked up and down the shaft and then popped the head back into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, she gradually succeeded in lubricating me.
Then she took the big Hindu shaft in both hands and started stroking me while she bobbed her head up and down on the bulging Hindu head.
She was aided by the fact that I starting leaking clear pre-cum fluid, which when mingled with her saliva provided an increasing effective lubricant. It was still a struggle.
I was pretty big, but she knew that she could close her fingers around my Hindu shaft when I was fully erect.
I was still stiffening and getting thicker as my Uncut Hindu Cock engorged with blood, and she could no longer close her fingers around the monstrous Hindu shaft until they touched.
She also discovered that she could put one hand down around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock with the other right on top of it and still have some of the shaft and my Uncut Hindu Cockhead extend above the top hand.
I filled her hands but was completely covered when fully erect.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was mesmerized by the incredible Uncut Hindu Cock she was sucking.
As she worked it, she relaxed her jaws and throat subconsciously, allowing me to slide one inch after another into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and gently down her throat.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd found that by breathing through her nose and not forcing me too abruptly, she was having an easier time of swallowing the Hindu dick.
She had perhaps 7 inches of the thick Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat when the bedroom door opened and Lubnā Salīm, Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq entered.
Åbdul Ħamīd was stunned at the sight that greeted him.
There was his gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān blonde newlywed sitting naked on the edge of the bed with her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes closed and her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth engulfing the biggest, Hindu Uncut Hindu Cock Åbdul Ħamīd had ever seen.
I stood with one leg on the bed, every inch the specimen of former college football player I had once been, ripped from head to toe and rippling with muscle.
I smirked at Åbdul Ħamīd and eased another inch of my massive Uncut Hindu Cock into Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s mouth.
From the “mmmmmm” noises she was making in the back of her throat, it appeared as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was enjoying herself very much, tremendously.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah! What the fUCK is going on here?” Åbdul Ħamīd said loudly, when he had recovered from his initial shock. “I didn’t tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd it was okay to do this!”
Lubnā Salīm’s eyes blazed.
“What the hell does it look like, idiot?” she retorted. “Your pretty blonde Musalmān bride is trying her best to swallow the hindu monster Uncut Hindu Cock that’s about to stretch her hot little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and the only one who is going to tell Al Nādirah Al Waħīd what to do is the Hindu bull who’s going to own both of you. Welcome to the world of big Hindu bulls and hot Musalmān wives, cucky boy. Now shut the hell up, sit the hell down, and watch Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot get totally owned by her new Hindu master. If you’re polite, I might let you suck Durgesh’s Hindu cum load out of your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s cunt when he’s done fucking her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd opened his mouth to protest, but instead held his peace and sat down in stunned silence on the club chair near the foot of the bed.
He was too furious to protest even, now.
Åbdul Ħamīd watched his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife sucking me greedily ravenously, scornfully.
Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq sat side by side on a nearby loveseat.
With a start, Åbdul Ħamīd realized that Muħammad Ashfāq had removed his clothes, and Lubnā Salīm was slowly stroking her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s stiffening cut Musalmān nūnī while they watched Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and me.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s head was spinning.
Not only was his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife going to fuck a huge hung Hindu man in front of Åbdul Ħamīd, but also she was doing it in front of another Musalmān couple.
Another cuckold Musalmān couple, in fact.
Worse, Lubnā Salīm was clearly enjoying Åbdul Ħamīd’s humiliation and seemed to be leading his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife down into depravity.
It was almost as though she was the instigator rather than simply a facilitator.
Åbdul Ħamīd wondered if I was using the Musalmān redhead to recruit and seduce other Musalmān wives.
Muħammad Ashfāq, meanwhile, was lost in thoughts of my own.
When we’d first discussed the idea of leading other young newbie Musalmān couples into the Cuckold Your Musalmān husband community, he’d finally appreciated what a devious and nasty hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife Lubnā Salīm had become.
He had to admit that watching Åbdul Ħamīd and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd getting turned out was proving to be a huge turn on.
The twisted little surprise they’d cooked up for the end of the evening got him hard as a rock just thinking about it.
He had appreciated Lubnā Salīm’s inventiveness when she’d outlined her idea the night before, and had readily agreed to the proposal.
Now it was just a matter of the bull’s consummation of the cute blonde teaching assistant, who at that moment was struggling to get still more of my huge Uncut Hindu Lund down her Musalmān throat.
As if in answer to his thought, Lubnā Salīm called out to him.
“Time to stretch out that sweet blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and ruin it for her Psuedo Musalmān husband,” she said.
I slowly drew my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s mouth.
The young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān blonde took a deep breath and smiled up at me.
I leaned forward and whispered in her ear.
“Are you ready for me?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“Ask me,” I smiled teasingly.
“Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said to me in a whisper. “Please fuck me now, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.”
“Tell your ever aggressive Musalmān husband too to ask me,” I smiled more teasingly now.*
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and looked right into his eyes.
“Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to ask Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, to fuck me too with his Uncut Hindu Lund and fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of his ever creative wonderful Hindu cum.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw dropped and he sputtered.
“Just do it, Durgesh,” he finally croaked out loud.
“No, honey, you need to ask Durgesh politely to do exactly what I said,” his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife told him.
Åbdul Ħamīd flushed bright red.
H2 struggled for the words.
“Please,” Åbdul Ħamīd started, “please, Durgesh, fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bride with your huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and please fill her up with your wonderful Hindu sperm.”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd got on her hands and knees with her tight Musalmān ass pointed at my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
When I took lined up with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to mount her, she looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Wait,” she said, and turned to her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, I want you to come here, take Durgesh’s unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund in your hand and put yourself him in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I want you to give my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to Durgesh yourself. No argument now whatsoever. Do it now,” she instructed Åbdul Ħamīd rather curtly.
Åbdul Ħamīd stood and walked over to the bed as a zombie called up from the grave.
He reached down, gingerly took my massive Uncut Hindu Lund in one hand, spread his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s wet labia open, and pushed slipping my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lundhead into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As if in a trance, Åbdul Ħamīd heard himself speaking.
“Please claim my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and fill her with your wonderful Uncut Hindu Lund and Hindu cum.”
Then extremely exhausted, Åbdul Ħamīd went back and sat down in the chair.
I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock forward slowly into the pretty Musalmān blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
The first few inches went easily enough, but then I ran into some resistance.
I slowly drew back out and reentered, allowing my Uncut Hindu Cock to become better lubricated with Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s juices and giving her time to relax to accommodate my Hindu length and particularly my Hindu girth.
I repeated the slow out and back in maneuver several times before I felt the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot relax a bit to allow me to enter deeper.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reached between her beautiful Musalmān legs and slowly rubbed her Musalmān clitoris with her right hand, increasing her arousal in the process, pushing back against the invading Uncut Hindu Cock as she did so.
Slowly, bit by bit, the huge Hindu King Cobra worked its way deeper and deeper into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, which was stretching more and more as I fucked in and out of her.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd felt an electric tingle starting at the base of her spine and spreading from her Musalmān clitoris to her brain.
She started panting and moaning as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamp down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, so full, so big,” she moaned. “Allaaaaaah! Oh my God, I’ve never been so full of Uncut Hindu Cock in my life, it’s incredible! I, I, I, oh hell, yes I’m cumming,” she shrieked as wave after wave of orgasm rolled up and down her spine and her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt squeezed my huge Uncut Hindu Lund.
Suddenly, she felt something give inside her and I slid the entire length of my Hindu erection into her until my big Hindu balls slapped her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh good lord,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gasped and turned to look at her Pseudo Musalmān husband. “Åbdul Ħamīd, you’ve never ever been this deep inside me, and you’ve never stretched my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot walls like this,” she said, her voice thick with her ravenous Musalmān lust. “Durgesh is just amazing, incredible!”
Åbdul Ħamīd simply stared at his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, too stunned by what he was witnessing to say anything in response.
I gave the mn blonde barely a moment to recover from her orgasm before I started to fuck in and out of her again, taking advantage of her now much looser, yet still tight, beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
I kept up a steady rhythm, slowly drawing all but the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock out and then smoothly sliding it back in as deep as it could go.
The pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife fucked me back with abandon, and it was not long before I was rewarded with her groans and screams as her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot again squeezed me as she climaxed.
This time, I did not pause at all but simply kept right on fucking Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, pumping in and out a bit faster.
I turned to Lubnā Salīm and motioned to the redhead.
Lubnā Salīm quickly crossed the room and lay down on the bed with her head near me.
The Hindu athlete took Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s arms and pulled her up against me, allowing Lubnā Salīm to slip underneath so her face was even with the blonde’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, now engorged with my thick Uncut Hindu Lund.
I lowered Al Nādirah Al Waħīd back down and gently pressed her head towards Lubnā Salīm’s tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Not needing more encouragement, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd eagerly started licking the redhead’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while Lubnā Salīm’s tongue darted between her own lips and flicked over her Musalmān clitoris.
I resumed pistoning in and out of the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s rapidly loosening her tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt while Al Nādirah Al Waħīd started grunting rhythmically as I bottomed out deep inside her.
For what seemed like an eternity the three ashvinātam lovers remained locked in our embrace, the two Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān women licking and sucking each other’s Musalmān pussies while I drove in and out of the younger Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s sopping tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s moans, muffled by the fact that her face was buried in Lubnā Salīm’s Musalmān crotch, were nearly continuous.
Suddenly, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd reared her head back and started a keening wail as she climaxed again.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, I’m cumming so hard. I’ve never cum so hard in my life, oh, oh, oh, Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, your huge Uncut Hindu Lund is amazing!” she cried out.
She looked back at me over her shoulder.
“Durgesh, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Fuck my married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. Fuck it ’til I can’t walk and then fill my muqaddas Musalmān womb with your hot Hindu seed,”
The slender Musalmān blonde wailed, and then lowered her face back down below until she was licking Lubnā Salīm’s wetness again.
I picked up my pace, holding onto Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s heavy beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān buttocks while I drove myself in and out of her, pounding her as hard as I could.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s arrogance had ignited something primitive in me, and I wanted to take Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband down a few notches by fucking the pretty young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife into complete submission and making it completely clear to her Pseudo Musalmān husband that Åbdul Ħamīd would never again be her only bed partner.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was moaning and grunting continuously and incoherently as her Hindu lover pounded myself into her.
She no longer cared about anything except my sexual satisfaction, giving herself and her extremely beautiful glamorous gorgeous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body totally over to my Hindu lust and her own Musalmān pleasure.
After this, she knew she would never again be fully satisfied with her Pseudo Musalmān husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī, no matter how hard Åbdul Ħamīd might try to please her.
The thought stoked her arousal still further, and Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized she was beginning to climax yet again, her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot once again clamping hard against my invading Uncut Hindu Lund.
I felt the tell-tale constricting of the blonde Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and knew she was starting to orgasm.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock, it seemed to pull me in even deeper, and at last, I felt my own climax beginning to build.
By now, I was pounding my partner relentlessly as she pushed back against me and started to squirm and shake, driving myself toward my own satiation.
A guttural grunt escaped me, followed by another as I began to reach the point of no return.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could tell that I was reaching orgasm, and the realization triggered her own release.
As her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot started rhythmically milking my huge Uncut Hindu Lund buried so deeply inside her, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd moaned louder and louder, finally giving voice to her own pleasure.
“Oh, yes, Durgesh, baby, fuck my hot tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, my hot married tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. Give me your Hindu cum, fill me up right now, it’s incredible!”
Then Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was screaming incoherently as she felt me pour stream after stream of my hot Hindu cum into her open Musalmān womb.
My orgasm seemed to go on and on, leaving her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled to overflowing as my Hindu cum started leaking out of her and running down her smooth Musalmān thighs.
At last, I stopped thrusting into her and slowly withdrew my still-turgid Uncut Hindu Cock from Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, leaving it gaping open attractively as my Hindu seed pooled down towards her opening.
Lubnā Salīm raised her head up and fastened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth over the blonde’s outer lips, licking and sucking my Hindu cum that ran out.
At the same time, I moved to the opposite end, lowering my cum- and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot juice-covered Uncut Hindu Lund to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s head.
The blonde opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and took my Uncut Hindu Lund into it, swallowing the Hindu sperm that coated me until she had licked me clean.
Finished, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd realized that Lubnā Salīm was no longer doing the same to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, and she rolled gratefully onto her back.
A moment later, Lubnā Salīm leaned over and kissed Al Nādirah Al Waħīd full on the lips.
As their tongues met, Lubnā Salīm opened her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and released the large load of My Hindu cum that she had sucked out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, while the young blonde licked and swallowed what ran into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.
Exhausted, soaked in sweat, and dripping with cum and my Hindu semen, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd put her head back down on the bed.
“We’re not done, yet, you little Musalmān slut,” Lubnā Salīm smiled. Durgesh needs to use my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot too so I can get off, too.”
Before Al Nādirah Al Waħīd could respond, I was between Lubnā Salīm’s beautiful Musalmān legs and had buried my hard Uncut Hindu Cock in a single thrust as I started to vigorously fuck Lubnā Salīm.
Åbdul Waħīd was too shell-shocked to object and was startled to see his young Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife wrap her beautiful Musalmān legs around me and start fucking me back.
Åbdul Waħīd was even more startled when Lubnā Salīm moaned a few minutes later and began to climax on the much bigger Uncut Hindu Cock as I buried myself deeply in her and shot my own Hindu semen into her Musalmān womb.
Åbdul Ħamīd was astounded.
Not only had he watched his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, get the fucking of her life from a Hindu man, but now he had been even more humiliated as Åbdul Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, Lubnā Salīm, had too cum hard on the Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.
They both had let me dump my Hindu cum into their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
As Åbdul Ħamīd watched, Lubnā Salīm grabbed a handful of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s short blonde hair and lifted her head off the bed.
Åbdul Ħamīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife was so fucked out she could barely keep her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes open.
“Well, you slut, tell your Pseudo Musalmān husband if you enjoyed cuckolding him with a huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
“Oh baby, Åbdul Ħamīd,” the Musalmān blonde, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd, sighed, “I loved it. You’ve never ever fucked me as Durgesh did. I hope you enjoyed watching the show, because there’s going to be a lot more big Uncut Hindu Lund of Durgesh in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot from now on.” She paused. “Oh, yeah, one other thing. I think I liked cucking you with Muħammad Ashfāq too. I can have my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, too. Now get over here and suck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clean.”
Åbdul Ħamīd didn’t say a word, but knelt at the end of the bed and started eating his Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s gaping and cum coated tight beautiful glamorous muqaddas Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.
It had been quite a night.
Wasn’t it really?
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I drank my morning coffee while sitting in the comfortable club chair in my living room.
I had an unobstructed view of the city, but I wasn’t focused on the scenery.
Instead, I was worried about my recent entry into a world of young white Musalmān wives and their cuckold Pseudo Musalmīn husbands.
I’d been seeing Lubnā Salīm, the tiny redheaded Musalmān extrovert, for nearly a month.
At first, we had only been intimate when Lubnā Salīm’s husband Muħammad Ashfāq was present and therefore able to watch.
Lately, however, Lubnā Salīm had started seeing me alone.
She’d assured me that Muħammad Ashfāq actually enjoyed waiting for her to return and fill him in on the details of her dalliances with me.
I had been extraordinary cautious at first, but Muħammad Ashfāq had personally confirmed that he was entirely comfortable waiting as well as watching, and I had been only too happy to oblige.
The truth was, I was really enjoying Lubnā Salīm’s near-obsession with my big Uncut Hindu Lund.
The fact that she was getting kinkier by the week didn’t hurt at all, either.
The last time we’d fucked in front of Muħammad Ashfāq, Lubnā Salīm had insisted that her husband lie on his back while she straddled his face and I drove into her from behind.
Muħammad Ashfāq had obligingly spread his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open so that I could easily ram my Uncut Hindu Cock into her, and then begun licking her Musalmān clitoris.
When I had finally pumped Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of cum, she’d lowered herself down on Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and climaxed one last time while her Pseudo Musalmān husband licked and sucked her clean.
We’d been in a post-coital haze when Lubnā Salīm spoke up.
“I almost feel guilty keeping your incredible Uncut Hindu Cock to myself.”
I chuckled, but Lubnā Salīm persisted.
“Seriously, Muħammad Ashfāq and I know at least three other Musalmān couples we could pretty well guarantee would love to go Hindu. They are young marrieds like us. One couple just got back from their honeymoon last week. If you’re interested, we could make introductions.”
I smiled affably.
“Tell me more about the newlyweds,” I said.
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Thought that might get your attention. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s only 21 and just started as a teaching assistant at my University. Åbdul Ħamīd ― her husband ― is older, around 30 I think. He manages an electronics store.”
“And what makes you think they’d be interested?” I smiled, meaningfully.
“We went out for drinks the other night and I got a little talkative about what Muħammad Ashfāq and I were into,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was very curious ― she asked a lot of questions, so many in fact, that I started teasing her about wanting to try some Uncut Hindu Lund herself. She got very flustered and didn’t exactly deny it, so I flat out asked her if she was interested. She said she was, but wasn’t sure how Åbdul Ħamīd would react.”
“So you don’t really know?” I asked, smiling, teasing her actually.
Lubnā Salīm frowned.
“I didn’t say that, did I? I told her if she was serious to talk to Åbdul Ħamīd and see what he had to say,” she explained. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd pulled me aside at our lunch break today and told me Åbdul Ħamīd was willing to meet you. We’re coming over for drinks tomorrow evening.”
“How likely is this?” I asked.
Lubnā Salīm paused for a minute.
“That’s a really tough question to answer. To be completely honest, Åbdul Ħamīd’s kind of an arrogant ass. He thinks he’s Allah’s gift to Musalmān women. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd tells me that he’s quite well hung and absolutely convinced that she would never, ever, consider another man after him. He’s so confident that he gets her to dress provocatively and takes her to a local club frequented by Hindu men. He sits at the bar and makes her flirt and dance with the Hindu customers even, but she never delivers anything. Åbdul Ħamīd likes showing that he controls her and the Hindu guys can look but not have her. Then he takes her home and fucks her.”
I was cautious.
I had to.
My Uncut Hindu Lund belonged to my infinite Musalmān Live In Relationship Partners actually.
Their happiness and life of their children even was dependent on me.
I didn’t have any right to risk their happiness and life of their children even.
“Sounds like a weird dynamic. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd likes it?”
“She likes flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, but she hates feeling like a pawn in Åbdul Ħamīd’s dominance games,” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Åbdul Ħamīd will try to pull the same crap with you, no doubt, but Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wants to teach the bastard, Åbdul Ħamīd, a lesson. Or should I say, to have you teach Åbdul Ħamīd a lesson Åbdul Ħamīd won’t ever forget.”
“How should I play this, then?” I asked, testing herself actually.
“Åbdul Ħamīd will have her tease you, but this time Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not going to leave when he tells her to,” Lubnā Salīm explained. “You need to control the dynamic, take charge, and fuck the hell out of Al Nādirah Al Waħīd. She’ll take care of cutting Åbdul Ħamīd down to size.” Lubnā Salīm paused. “I should tell you that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd thinks she’ll run the show. You need to dominate her too and make it clear that she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slut and they’re both your cuck couple.”
I found myself drinking my coffee and thinking on my own increasing involvement in the interfaith cuckolding lifestyle.
I hadn’t originally wanted to reinforce Musalmān couples’ fantasies about Hindu bedroom dominance and Uncut Hindu Lund “superiority.”
Yet this was clearly where Musalmān couples were coming from and, I had to admit, lately I’d found the power dynamics increasingly arousing.
Taking control of a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife like Lubnā Salīm and giving her the fucking of her life while her Pseudo Musalmān husband watched was like Viagra, and the more I did it, the more I liked it, and the more I liked it, the deeper into dominance I found myself descending. In addition, with Lubnā Salīm’s suggestions about Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd, it seemed like I was about to explore the scenario even more.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd and Åbdul Ħamīd were already at Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq’s condo when I arrived.
I ignored the new couple momentarily, nodded to Muħammad Ashfāq, and, walking up to the petite redhead, gave Lubnā Salīm a long tongue kiss, running my right hand down her gorgeous magnificent Musalmān back and squeezing her excellent gorgeous glamorous Panjvaqtah Namāzī heavy extremely beautiful Musalmān ass.
Lubnā Salīm made a little humming noise in her throat and melted against me.
I knew the newlyweds were watching my display of open dominance closely.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get me a bourbon and branch for your lovely wife, will you?” I made it sound like an instruction to a waiter rather than a request.
Muħammad Ashfāq headed to the kitchen to get the drink, while Lubnā Salīm made the introductions.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd was a willowy blonde.
Like Lubnā Salīm, her hair was cut quite short, which called attention to her enormous blue eyes.
The effect was stunning.
She was perhaps 5 feet 7 inches tall, and radiated good health.
As I had anticipated, her Pseudo Musalmān husband had dressed her for display.
She was wearing a light and semi-opaque sun dress that tied around her neck and waist, leaving her back bare and showing clearly that she was not wearing a bra.
Her big Musalmān breasts were outlined clearly against the fabric.
The dress ended two inches above her knees, showing off her long, firm legs to advantage.
She smiled radiantly when I took her hand in mine, holding it far longer than necessary as I deliberately made a show of looking at Al Nādirah Al Waħīd from head to toe.
Only then did I release her hand and turn to her Pseudo Musalmān husband, acknowledging him with a slight tip of my head and ignoring Åbdul Ħamīd’s proffered handshake.
Muħammad Ashfāq returned with the drink, which I took without acknowledgement, and then turned my full attention back to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd.
“Tell me about yourself, Al Nādirah Al Waħīd,” I said, smiling at the young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān bride, offering my hand.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd took my hand in hers and I led her away from her Pseudo Musalmān husband toward the balcony.
“What brings you to me?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd smiled back.
“Lubnā Salīm’s been singing your praises,” she said. “I guess I’ve always found Hindu men attractive, but have never had an opportunity to act on it. Åbdul Ħamīd and I met while I was a sophomore, started dating, got engaged and got married, so I’ve never been in a position where I felt I could date Hindu men.”
I looked into her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes until she blushed and broke the contact.
“So you’re a newlywed and a Uncut Hindu Lund virgin and you already want to cuckold your new Pseudo Musalmān husband with a Hindu man? That’s jumping in the deep end of the pool,” I said. “Is Åbdul Ħamīd failing to satisfy you?”
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd blushed again.
“He’s . . . fine.”
“But?” I asked.
“I’m not sure how to explain it,” Al Nādirah Al Waħīd said. “Åbdul Ħamīd’s focused on himself. It never occurs to him that he could be a better lover, or that I might have other interests. Moreover, it really upsets me that he makes me play the Uncut Hindu Cock-tease with Hindu guys for his amusement. I guess you could say that I want to just shock the hell out of Åbdul Ħamīd and show him that he doesn’t own me, if that makes sense, and that he’s not the be-all to end-all lover that he’s convinced he is.”
“Do you get turned on when Åbdul Ħamīd has you Uncut Hindu Cock-tease?” I asked.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded.
“I like dancing and flirting with the Hindu guys at the club, that’s for sure, but it never amounts to anything. As soon as they start trying to feel me up, Åbdul Ħamīd cuts it off and we go home. It’s frustrating to get turned on and then have to stop.”
“I know I can help you with that problem.”
Then I leaned in and kissed the lovely young Musalmān blonde full on the lips, putting one hand on her waist and pulling her toward me.
The action was so smooth that it caught Al Nādirah Al Waħīd by surprise, and I felt her stiffen momentarily, but then relax, Her lips parted and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue darted between them and into my mouth as she pressed against me.
I felt her nipples stiffen under the thin fabric of her dress, and slid my hand down to caress her excellent Musalmān butt, squeezing her as I did so, and pushing her groin forward until it pressed against my Hindu crotch.
I held the kiss and felt her respond more passionately, finally breaking it off and leaving her gasping as I ran my hand down the front of her dress and over her now hard nipples.
“I’ll be right back,” I said, and crossed the room back to the kitchen, knowing full well that Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s Pseudo Musalmān husband had witnessed the entire event.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd stood, stunned by the suddenness of the development.
I approached Lubnā Salīm as the petite redhead smiled a welcome. “That was pretty impressive,” she said. “Looks like she’s practically putty in your ever competent Hindu hands.”
“Maybe,” I replied, “but I need you to help get her ready and relaxed. That is, if you can think of a way to help out.”
Lubnā Salīm gave me a wicked grin. “I have just what she needs.” She bounced across the living room, put her head close to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s and whispered something in the Musalmān blonde’s ear.
Al Nādirah Al Waħīd nodded and the two young Musalmān wives headed down the hall to the master bedroom, pulling the door shut behind them when they reached their destination.
I turned to Åbdul Ħamīd and Muħammad Ashfāq, acknowledging Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband directly for the first time that evening.
At thirty, Åbdul Ħamīd was in decent shape, perhaps 6 feet tall and trim, with close-cropped black hair, brown eyes, and decent muscle tone.
I surmised that Åbdul Ħamīd worked out enough to stave off the pudginess that often came with middle-management responsibilities.
Despite the air of confidence that Åbdul Ħamīd tried to project, I sensed that the man was uncertain and a bit uncomfortable about what he had just seen transpire.
“So, Åbdul Ħamīd, are you ready to join the ranks of Musalmān cuckolds?” I asked casually, almost as though Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s husband and I were talking about the latest standings in the NFL.
Åbdul Ħamīd nearly choked on his drink. “I, uh, well I don’t know that anything like that’s going to happen right now,” he spluttered. “Al Nādirah Al Waħīd wanted to just meet you, and I agreed to let her.”
“Oh, I think she’s ready to do way more than just meet me, judging from the way she just stuck her sweet little tongue halfway down my throat in the living room. I’d say she’s already made up her mind that the two of you aren’t leaving until she’s had a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot-full of big Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Åbdul Ħamīd scowled.
“I think you’ve got it all wrong. Al Nādirah Al Waħīd’s not doing anything until and unless I tell her that I want her to do it.”
I gave Åbdul Ħamīd a long look.
“I don’t think so, my friend. The first lesson to be learned is that cuck Musalmān husbands don’t make the rules anymore. You’re here to help Al Nādirah Al Waħīd get what she really wants, which is to have you watch her fuck me. Don’t worry, though. It’ll be the most intense sexual experience of your life.”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded vigorously. “My right, Åbdul Ħamīd. It really is the most amazing thing you’ll ever see.”
Åbdul Ħamīd’s jaw clenched and he closed my hands into fists.
“I think this evening’s over. Muħammad Ashfāq, where’s Al Nādirah Al Waħīd gone to? It’s time for us to leave,” I said.
I smiled at the attempted assertiveness Åbdul Ħamīd was putting on display.
I drew myself up to my full height and leaned forward into the Pseudo Musalmān husband’s personal space, forcing Åbdul Ħamīd to look up at me.
“The only place you’re going is where I tell you to sit while you watch your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife get the kind of fucking she wants but you could never give her.”
Åbdul Ħamīd blanched and took a step back.
At that moment, Lubnā Salīm bounced into the kitchen.
“My goodness, boys, the testosterone is so thick in here you could cut it with a knife,” she said merrily. “Maybe you should just all put your dicks on the table and see who the real man is. On second thought, never mind. We all know who’d win that contest pretty easily.”
Åbdul Ħamīd shrugged. “I was telling Muħammad Ashfāq and Durgesh that we were just leaving.”
“Oh really?” Lubnā Salīm replied. “Might want to talk to Al Nādirah Al Waħīd about that. When I left the bedroom, she was lying on the bed stark naked. She sent me to tell Durgesh she was waiting for him.” With that, the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān redhead turned and walked back down the hallway to the bedroom.
I couldn’t help smirking at Åbdul Ħamīd.
“You two Pseudo Musalmīn cucks wait here,” I said, and followed Lubnā Salīm.*
It was the same bed I’d gained comfort from when I was here before.
Yet, now it was also something more.
It dawned on me that my thoughts described Al Furqān Al Firdaus as well.
She was the same Al Furqān Al Firdaus I knew and loved, but now she was something more.
“Hey Durgesh,” Ħabībah said as she flopped down on the couch cushion next to my head with a grin. “What are you doing sleeping out here?”
“Who said anything about sleeping?” I groaned as I sat up. “This couch sucks! I’m exhausted.”
“Aren’t you going to sleep in your Bahoo Bégum’s room?” her boyfriend Vijay Vikram Pratāp asked.
“That was the plan,” I sighed. “Until Al Furqān Al Firdaus came home early.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum’s home?” Ħabībah asked, no longer smiling.
“Yeah,” I replied as I stood and stretched.
“Damn it!” Vijay Vikram Pratāp cried. “She hates me as it is, and this isn’t going to help!”
I fought off a smile.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus didn’t hate Vijay Vikram Pratāp.
She didn’t hate anyone, but then again he wasn’t her favorite person.
Mine either for that matter.
“Does she know about the party?” he asked.
“Of course she does,” Ħabībah said, answering for me. “She’s Al Furqān Al Firdaus, Durgesh’s Bahoo Bégum.”
“Don’t worry,” I said to Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister. “I told her it was all Vijay Vikram Pratāp’s idea. You should be okay.” I then turned to Vijay Vikram Pratāp and added, “Although, she did say something about wanting to talk to you this morning.”
“What?” he asked nervously.
“Relax,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister sighed. “Durgesh is just joking.”
“Very funny man!” he said angrily.
“Vijay Vikram Pratāp, I think you’d better be going,” Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, said. “Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s an early riser and I don’t think you want to be here when she gets up.”
“I’m gone,” he said, giving Ħabībah, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s sister, a quick kiss and making for the door.
Was it fair to be annoyed at him for bailing without even offering to stay and face the music?
“Think we should wake up Shaguftah Jamīl and Ashok?” Ħabībah asked.
“Probably,” I answered, forgetting about Vijay Vikram Pratāp for the Moment. “It will give them a chance to prepare.”
“As you can prepare for one of Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s lectures,” Ħabībah sighed, but then added, “On the other hand, maybe they can slip out too. There’s no reason for everyone to have to face the music.”
“I’ll wake them,” I said.
I climbed the stairs quickly as memories of the night before drifted through my head.
I was also exhausted.
Had it happened?
Did I really sleep with Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)?
Moreover, what did it mean for us today?
The last question was the one that concerned me the most.
I had no idea how to react, but I figured I’d work through it eventually.
On the other hand, I was seriously worried about Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
I was cautious that there was a good chance she wouldn’t handle it at all.
And then what?
I pushed open the guest bedroom door and forced the thoughts of the night before, out of my head, for the Moment.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, and her boyfriend Shankar were asleep in the bed.
She was short and shapely, with long red hair, pale skin and freckles.
Shaguftah Jamīl took after her Ammī’s side.
Shankar wasn’t much taller with blond hair and a wrestler’s built.
They made a nice couple.
They met at the local community college two years ago and were bound for an altar ever since.
“Wake up you two!” I said, shaking the bed.
Shankar didn’t budge, but Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, opened her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Lillah, For God’s sake, why?” Shaguftah Jamīl groaned.
“Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s home,” I replied.
“Aunt Al Furqān Al Firdaus? Oh no!” Shaguftah Jamīl cried, and then started shaking Shankar.
I left the room and moved on to my bedroom.
I pulled my shirt off as I went.
I needed something to get me going.
A shower was just the thing.
I’d grab some clothes while I woke Ashok and his Musalmān girl up.
Maybe it would help.
I threw open the door to find Sabīħah Åbbās riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s cousin, Shaguftah Jamīl, on my bed.
The room smelled of sex.
Sabīħah Åbbās looked at me and smiled.
I shook my head.
She didn’t even pause in what she was doing.
“You two better hurry,” I said. “Because Al Furqān Al Firdaus is home and she’s bound to wake up soon.”
“Damn!” Ashok cried and pushed his Musalmān girl off him.
Sabīħah Åbbās clearly wanted to finish.
I shook my head and went to my dresser.
Ashok’s hair was light brown and he was average height with a slim built.
Sabīħah Åbbās‘s hair was darker and she had a sexy smile when she chose to show it.
You wouldn’t know it based on the way she dressed, but her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body was amazing.
I’d gotten a chance to see it twice now and neither time had been a disappointment.
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I smiled at Lubnā Salīm.
“Where is Muħammad Ashfāq, by the way?” I asked.
“Still at Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd‘s place,” Lubnā Salīm said. “He wanted to give us time alone together. Shall I call him and tell him to come home?”
I nodded gravely.
I hated to cuckold anyone.
I wanted to talk with Muħammad Ashfāq.
When Muħammad Ashfāq returned to the condo, he found the living room empty.
“Hello, I’m home,” he called out.
“We’re in the bedroom, honey. Come on in!” his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife replied.
Lubnā Salīm was already naked.
She was kneeling in front of me, pulling my briefs down to my ankles.
She looked at my penis and giggled.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! My God, Muħammad Ashfāq, Durgesh is completely soft and bigger than you are completely hard! Moreover, Durgesh is already sixty five. Can you believe it ever, dear?”
At about 6.5 inches soft, my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund arched away from my abdomen, hanging heavily between my legs.
Lubnā Salīm started stroking the smooth Hindu skin, turning me toward the bed so that she could sit on the edge and be at a better height.
She took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and started sucking it while she twirled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue around the Hindu head.
I looked down as the petite redhead caressed my Uncut Hindu Cock as it started to swell and harden.
Lubnā Salīm was slender and athletic, with a flat, tight stomach yet big Musalmān breasts.
I saw that each of her pink nipples had been pierced with a small silver barbell.
I stiffened at the sight and the sensation of Lubnā Salīm’s mouth, stretched to its limit, sliding up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock, taking me deeper with each stroke.
“Muħammad Ashfāq, get naked and get over here,” Lubnā Salīm commanded.
Muħammad Ashfāq obliged, tossing his clothes in a heap on the floor. “Lie on your back with your head toward the edge of the bed,” Lubnā Salīm said, and Muħammad Ashfāq complied.
Lubnā Salīm stopped sucking my big Uncut Hindu Cock for a moment as she straddled Muħammad Ashfāq’s face and lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot to his mouth, then resumed her oral attention to the now fully-erect 10 inch Hindu monster as Muħammad Ashfāq eagerly began licking his white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
After a few minutes, Lubnā Salīm squeezed my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, looked up at me and said,
“Fuck me now,” as she moved off Muħammad Ashfāq’s head and lay down on the bed.
Muħammad Ashfāq stood, walked to a chair, pulled it close to the bed and then sat in.
I lay carefully between Lubnā Salīm’s legs and rubbed the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, wet with Muħammad Ashfāq’s saliva and her own lubrication.
I noticed that her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot was shaved completely bare except for a small triangle of bright red pubic hair higher up on her lower abdomen, like an arrow pointing the way below.
I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot open and slid the head in, then began to push forward.
To my surprise, Lubnā Salīm opened and took me into herself, gripping my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly as I entered.
With a hard push, I slid in all the way, Lubnā Salīm issuing a long, low groan as I filled her.
I slowly stroked my big Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of my diminutive bed partner, amazed that she seemed to be taking all of me so well.
I raised her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks slightly and pushed even deeper.
“Ohhh, Durgesh, Allah, you feel amazing,” Lubnā Salīm moaned. “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is so completely full of your stunning Uncut Hindu Cock!” She felt overwhelmed as her Hindu lover rode her steadily, pumping myself in and out of her.
All of a sudden, Lubnā Salīm felt the rush of an orgasm approach seemingly out of nowhere.
It overwhelmed her in an instant, sending shock waves from her head to her toes, which were curling so hard they almost cramped.
“Allah! Oh God, Måshā Allah, oh God, Subħān Allah, oh God,” she grunted like a Mantr as her orgasm crested, receded and then crested again.
Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot spasmed on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I simply continued to push in and out in the same slow steady motion.
I suddenly gripped her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks in one arm and lifted up, rolling over onto my back, whereupon I spun her around so she was facing her husband, her beautiful Musalmān legs spread wide so that Muħammad Ashfāq could see her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as it was engorged with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
Lubnā Salīm rode up and down as I lifted her by her gorgeous heavy Musalmān buttocks.
“Allah! Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh my God, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m so full of Durgesh’s huge Uncut Hindu Lund,” she moaned. “You’ve never filled me up like this ― it’s sooo good. Can you see your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot filled up with Durgesh’s big Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock? Well? Can you?”
Muħammad Ashfāq nodded, mesmerized by what he was seeing.
Lubnā Salīm smiled viciously.
“How do you like being a cuckold, Muħammad Ashfāq? How do you like seeing your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife cuckold you with a Hindu man?”
Muħammad Ashfāq stammered an incoherent response, then took a breath and said clearly,
“It’s amazing, Wallah, just amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm started to orgasm a second time, fucking My unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund harder and harder.
“Oh watch, Muħammad Ashfāq, I’m coming again!” she groaned, losing herself in the moment as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot clamped down hard on my unique legendary Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
For the first time, I felt a twinge of an orgasm lurking in the background, and grunted as I did.
Lubnā Salīm, sensing it, started to fuck me harder.
“Cum in me, Durgesh,” she wailed. “Fill my tight white Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb with your Hindu cum!”
Her orgasm simply went on and on, as I thrust up into her as she pushed herself back down.
She felt me get even harder and knew she was about to get her wish.
I let myself go, pumping faster and faster into Lubnā Salīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot as I felt my climax building at the base of my spine.
Finally, with a guttural roar, I erupted with jet after jet of hot Hindu sperm shooting out of my Uncut Hindu Cock and into Lubnā Salīm’s ardent Musalmān womb.
Lubnā Salīm was screaming as I climaxed, finally sinking back down onto me in sheer orgasmic exhaustion.
I slowly lifted her off my still turgid Uncut Hindu Cock, leaning her back so my cum would not run out all at once.
I carefully placed Lubnā Salīm on the edge of the bed with her beautiful Musalmān legs splayed wide apart.
Lubnā Salīm slowly stroked her Musalmān clitoris and Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot lips, feeling electric jolts as she did so.
Then she looked at her cuckold Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ashfāq, and grinned wickedly.
“Look at my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot, Muħammad Ashfāq. I’m just gaping wide open.” She contracted her vaginal muscles and a steady thick stream of my Hindu semen started to flow out. “Look at all this Hindu cum, baby,” she said. “Your white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife’s flooded with Hindu bull semen and you’re now a cuckold. And I think you love it as much as I do.”
Muħammad Ashfāq could only nod at first, but eventually choked out his reply.
He laughed even entirely unashamed of anything.
“Yes,” Muħammad Ashfāq said, “yes, I do love being cuckolded by a huge Hindu bull Uncut Hindu Cock. It’s amazing.”
Lubnā Salīm smiled, seeing Muħammad Ashfāq’s erection.
“Poor baby needs relief,” she said. “Come over here and lick my used Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.”
Her husband needed no encouragement and approached the bed, slipping his tongue into her dripping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
He groaned as he felt how loose Lubnā Salīm was, and how slippery she felt.
“I can’t really feel your tongue in me, sweetie, but you just go ahead and lick me anyway.”
A minute later, Muħammad Ashfāq was already shooting his own cum out of Lubnā Salīm‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot while I beaming gathered my clothes together and slipped out of the bedroom.
“See you tomorrow,” Lubnā Salīm called out as I left.*
I smiled, holding Al Furqān Al Firdaus close afterward.
“Tomorrow we’ll deal with the repercussions. I know there’ll be some of them. I’m not stupid.”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus, sighed.
She fell silent for a few minutes.
I was starting to nod off when she shook her head.
“What?” I asked.
“You do realize that what we’re doing is incest?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“Yes,” I admitted. “And you want to know the sick part?”
“What?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“The knowledge is only making it better,” I answered.
“For me too,” she admitted, almost too softly for me to hear. “And I’m the Al Furqān Al Firdaus, your Bahoo Bégum. I know better.”
“So do I,” I shrugged. “I’m myself not an inexperienced kid. I’m the father in law, am I not?”
Al Furqān Al Firdaus laughed sarcastically.
We fell silent for a while.
“So much for being a good Musalmān girl,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed eventually.
“Hey, we didn’t plan this. It just happened,” I said. “There’s no sense is beating ourselves up after the fact.”
“It had to stop,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said.
“I agree,” I said.
“And you can’t sleep here tonight,” she added.
“I know,” I said. “I’ll sleep on the couch in the living room. Right after I take a shower.”
“Good,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, but I thought I heard a tinge of disappointment in her voice.
“You know Al Furqān Al Firdaus,” I said innocently. “I bet you could use a shower too, and your bathroom had the nice big walk in one.”
She looked at me and smiled slowly.
“Yes, it does,” she said. “I think I’ll use it first. You wait here. In addition, Wallāh, don’t you dare come in! I’m Al Furqān Al Firdaus, still your Bahū Bégum. And it would be wrong!”
I smiled sarcastically myself now.
I watched her walk to her bathroom and smiled once more.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus was seriously hot.
I’d always known it, but it never really registered until now.
Watching her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass wiggle, as she walked, made my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund stir despite my last orgasm.
I waited a few minutes until I heard her in the shower and then went to the door.
I turned the knob and it opened.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus hadn’t locked the door.
I smiled widely and went in.
“Oh Durgesh! What am I going to do with you?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked, hiding a smile.
She was standing under the shower as the water cascaded down her extremely beautiful soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink Musalmān body.
I shook my head as I watched.
“I have a few ideas,” I replied moving toward Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
“Don’t you dare!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried. “You can’t come in here!”
Yet, I noticed she moved back from the door to give me room.
“Sālī! We’ll see about that!” I snapped, opening the door and stepping in.
I took nude Al Furqān Al Firdaus into my Hindu arms and kissed her roughly, as she started fighting me.
Oddly enough, despite her resisting me, somehow her hand found my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund and her tongue thrust deep into my mouth.
This continued for some time.
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus, I want your excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass again!” I growled when I couldn’t take it any longer.
“No!” she cried, spinning away from me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus ended up standing on her toes with her hands against one of the shower walls.
I looked at her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass and shook my head.
It was round and full.
My mouth literally watered.
“Please don’t kiss me down there again!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, letting me know what she wanted.
I dropped to my knees and kissed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass cheeks, one by one, several times.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried out and thrust her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass out further, giving me better access.
She was more than ready already, but I took my time.
Her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass tasted amazing on my lips and she clearly like how it felt.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried as I stood and pushed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund against the entrance to her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
“Taking a good Musalmān girl and making her my hyper sexual!” I growled.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said, fighting me.
I crushed her against the shower wall and shoved my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund deep into her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
I started riding Al Furqān Al Firdaus slowly.
Eventually she stopped fighting me.
I took her hair and pulled it into a ponytail.
Then I moved it to one side, giving me access to the back of her neck.
It was pale white because Al Furqān Al Firdaus always wore her hair down.
I kissed it.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus squirmed under me.
I kissed it and her squirms became more pronounced.
“What are you doing?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
The answer came without me realizing it.
“Marking what’s mine! Marking my hyper sexual!” I growled and started kissing hard on Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s neck.
The mark I would leave wouldn’t be seen by anyone else as long as she wore her hair down, but we’d both know it was there.
It was something that would last beyond tonight.
“No!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus cried, but she pushed her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass back hard against my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, forcing it in even deeper.
It meant Al Furqān Al Firdaus loved it actually.
“Yes!” I snapped, pulling back and looking at my handiwork.
She was marked, but it wasn’t dark enough.
I kissed her neck again.
“Durgesh, you are making us Musalmān girls very happy nowadays!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus gasped.
“I’d settle for you today!” I growled.
“I am happy!” Al Furqān Al Firdaus moaned. “It’s been so long since I had a real man and no one had ever gotten to me like you do!”
“Not even my damn fool criminal Musalmān stepson?” I asked.
“Not even him! He specifically never.” she groaned.
I could feel her fingers brush my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund as she played with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī excellent young ardent Musalmān Choot.
She was getting close.
So was I.
I took Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s hips and started riding her excellent, extremely beautiful, perfectly round, firm, plump, heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass hard.
She moaned loudly and came.
I continued to stroke in and out of her until she was done.
After that, I pulled out and spun her toward me.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes flashed hungrily as I pushed down on her shoulders.
She dropped to her knees and reached for my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund, but I stopped her.
I held her head with one hand at arms distance and pointed my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund at her with the other as I brought myself to orgasm.
“Sālī! Open your mouth!” I demanded.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus did as she continued to watch me hungrily.
The first few ropes of my Hindu cum sprayed into her open Musalmān mouth.
Some of it made it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, but obviously not enough for my Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?).
She pushed my hand away from and fell on my legendary unique Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Lund.
I grabbed her head with both hands and fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth until I was done.
“You need to go,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus said once I was able to half focus again.
“You’re mine,” I said, still a little blurred from my lust. “I marked you.”
“I remember,” Al Furqān Al Firdaus sighed. “And I am yours, for tonight.”
“For as long as that mark remains,” I said.
Al Furqān Al Firdaus shook her head.
“I thought we agreed that this was just for tonight?” she asked.
My mind was finally functioning again, but that didn’t make me want to agree with her.
“It’s the smart thing to do,” I said, standing up straight.
I was a good five inches taller than Al Furqān Al Firdaus, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?) was.
She looked up into my eyes nervously.
“But I’m not giving this up. I’m not giving you up.”
“And if I don’t want this to happen again?” Al Furqān Al Firdaus asked.
“I’ll take you against your will,” I shrugged. “And you’ll love it.”
“I know you don’t mean that. You would never force me if I really didn’t want to.”
“Al Furqān Al Firdaus” I sighed, looking at her. “I’m not sure if that’s true with you. You have no idea what you do to me.”
“We’ll talk about this tomorrow,” she said. “Go get some sleep.”
“Okay,” I said, but my mind wandered.
My concern must have been plain on my face, because Al Furqān Al Firdaus took my chin and made me look into her awfully attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes.
“Durgesh, don’t worry,” she said with a gentle smile. “I know you better than you know yourself. You really wouldn’t force me.”
“I hope you’re right,” I sighed.
“I am,” she said confidently, and then added more softly, “But even if I weren’t it wouldn’t matter. I’ll always want you. I just don’t think it’s the right thing to do.”
“It isn’t,” I agreed, relaxing slightly. “And you’re right. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
I kissed Al Furqān Al Firdaus one more time and slipped out of the shower.
I dried myself quickly and grabbed my sweats and tee shirt off the floor in her bedroom.
I put them on quickly and took one last look at Al Furqān Al Firdaus’s, my ‘Bahoo Bégum’(?)’s bed before leaving.
It was rumpled and stained with our pleasure.
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Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān waited impatiently for the reply.
It never came.
Perhaps the person, who was playing the game, was afraid of her that she was after him/her to know his/her identity.
It was natural there couldn’t be any reply whatsoever.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān went to Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, the lawyer, instead of directly approaching me.
However, she knew very well, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī was an integral part of HVSI Law Internationals now.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī called in the postal authorities.
The postal authorities went to work.
The letters continued to come, as if the sender took her action as a challenge and accepted it, instead of being afraid of.
It was impossible for the postal authorities, however, to get any proof.
The person mailing the letters evidently wore gloves.
There was never as much as the smudge of a fingerprint that could be developed in iodine vapor.
The envelopes were mailed in drop boxes in various parts of Ved Nagar.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s name and address had been set in type on a small but efficient printing machine, such as those frequently given children for Eīdul Fitr.
At the suggestion of Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān’s divorced wife, was consulted.
She was living with me in Ved Nagar.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus remembered having given Muħammad Jamīl, the child, a very expensive computerized mini printing press for Eīdul Fitr for the year before.
Muħammad Jamīl had taken it with him when he went to visit his Abbū, Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
It was still there.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān had, it seemed, enjoyed the press even more than his son had.
This information gave Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī ground for jubilation, triumph.
“Now we’ll get the bastard,” she gloated.
Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān made an affidavit against her elder brother that he was torturing her mentally only because Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān loved me, a Hindu, her brother despised very much communally.
He used to call me Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scornfully.
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī handled it from there.
The police served a search warrant on Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān.
The said printing press was located without difficulty.
From its condition, however, it was evident it hadn’t been used in some time.
Moreover, the experts gave it as their opinion that the envelopes had most certainly not been addressed on that press.
It didn’t have the font used in printing those letters and envelopes.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān was on bail.
He was excessively polite to the police officers.
“I am not crazy enough to defame my own younger sister and thus consequently myself too. Can’t everyone see it’s a work of someone, who wants to defame and disgrace my Musalmān houseladies and me?”
His ex-wife, Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus, smiled cunningly.
“He is a pervert, as the so many Pseudo Musalmīn are ever. Allah never forgives the Pseudo Musalmīn for their ever disguised blasphemy. The bastards ever misuse the immensely sacred name of Islam for their ever perverted Pseudo Isālm. Allah punishes them by making them bisexual, gay and cuckold.”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān commented ironically.
“Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus’s Allah is perhaps Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. It’s her theory that any Musalmān that’s not true in his conviction to Islam is Pseudo Musalmān and Allah punishes such Pseudo Musalmīn by making them bisexual, transgender, gay and cuckold.”
“You don’t think it’s true?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus smiled sympathetically.
“Most of the Musalmīn don’t think it’s true.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said gravely.
“You mean most of the Pseudo Musalmīn don’t think it’s true?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus laughed patronizingly.
“I don’t think they are Pseudo Musalmīn.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said curtly, “It’s what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits say.”
“I sympathize with you Pseudo Musalmīn, because they are you that are being punished by Allah in this way, by making them bisexual, gay and cuckold, I mean. Allah Ħāfiz, anyway.” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus said sweetly.
“Allah Ħāfiz,” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said curtly and slammed the receiver.*
No one knew how the name of Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was mentioned in connection with it.
Neither any one knew who mentioned it.
However, when the police asked,
“Do you suspect your psychiatrist ex-fiancee, Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ might be behind it to defame and disgrace your Musalmān houseladies and you?”
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān said sophisticatedly,
“I don’t think so. The women are softies. Except Musalmīn alone most of the mankind even is softie, or it wants to display itself to be so ostensibly. She could not understand why it’s necessary for me to discipline my son, Muħammad Jamīl, the seven years old child. I’m surprised to the question. I don’t think Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ could fall to such an indignity. We had been engaged. I was quite fond of her.”
“Why the engagement had broken?” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl asked gravely, sympathetically, ostensibly at least.
Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān wasn’t a damn fool enough to think ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was really sympathetic to him.
He knew she was one of the greatest fans of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her lady bandits and Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Yet, she never approved of Triple Society.
Her concept of Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah wasn’t as violent as that of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits, after all.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her lady bandits scorned Pseudo Musalmān actually, while ACP Suraiyā Jamāl was sophisticated somewhat, ostensibly at least, even if not actually.
“The engagement had been broken over a rather minor matter.” Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān smiled as if he was the victim of her injustice. However, he didn’t want to talk of it, “Dr. Ms. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ was working altogether too hard. Naturally, she had been under great nervous tension. She had not been like herself for some weeks before the engagement was broken. If there is still anything I can do, ma’am ACP, I want it understood definitely that I’m willing to help at any time whatsoever.”
“I see,” ACP Suraiyā Jamāl could not help herself from being sarcastic, “How nice of you.”
“Nothing at all, ma’am. I would be only too glad to render any assistance whatsoever in tracking down the scoundrel(s) who are annoying my younger sister, psychiatrist Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. The police are welcome to drop in at any time. As far as I’m concerned, the police never need any search warrant even. Despite all the adverse deliberate publicity against us so called Pseudo Musalmīn, by Her Excellency Kħātūn-e-Jannat Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan razī Allāhu tålā ånahā and her lady bandits, we Musalmīn are too law abiding citizens. My door would always be open to the authorities. Would you please convey my sincere sympathy to my younger psychiatrist sister, Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān? I have tried to call her myself a dozen times, but she had hung up as soon as she recognized my voice.”
It wasn’t until Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus called her that Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān smiled cunningly.
“Was it the printing press?” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus asked Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.
“No,” Dr. Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, “The press was there all right but it hadn’t been used for some time.”
“That’s just like the bastard,” Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus said, “I know exactly how his ever communal dirty shrewd Pseudo Musalmān mind works. He saw Muħammad Jamīl’s press. He then went out and got one similar to it, but with different fonts. Dr. Al Raħīm Al Raħmān probably printed about two hundred envelopes in advance, then he took the press out on his yacht and dropped it overboard. He knew you’d suspect him; that you’d find out about Muħammad Jamīl’s press and get a search warrant―that’s his way of showing you how diabolically clever he is despite the adverse reputation of general Pseudo Musalmīn.”
She looked at Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ,
“I’m surprised you went with him as long as you did without recognizing the sort of man he is beneath his mask.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ resented Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus’s tone,
“At least I found out in time to avoid marrying him.
Dr. Al Kausar Al Firdaus laughed.
“You were smarter than I was.” She admitted, “I was communal somewhat perhaps. I deliberately scorned marrying any non-Muslim those days. Allah punished me for it. Now, I believe Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors are correct. Never marry any Muslim bastard. So many other Hindus are there, even if particularly Durgesh is not available to some unlucky Muslimah.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ too laughed bitterly.
“Nevertheless, you’ll remember I dropped you a note telling you not to be fooled.”
Dr. Al Ħumayrah Al Tausīħ said somewhat ruefully, repentantly.
“I thought it was the result of your jealousy that I succeeded where you failed. Sorry.”
“Allah, Heavens, I’m happily in Live In Relationship with Durgesh now. I was trying to save you from what I’d gone through with him. If I could only get the sole custody of Muħammad Jamīl, my son, I wouldn’t want anything more.”*
Åāliyah Fārūq had disabused me of that notion.
“You wouldn’t be causing a problem,” she’d said, “you’d be solving one. I love Åbdul Waħīd to pieces, but he’s just not getting it done in the bedroom. We need someone to help out. Besides, I’ve always been curious about Hindu men.”
“I’m not about to start messing with cheating Musalmān wives, Åāliyah Fārūq,” I had explained.
Åāliyah Fārūq had laughed.
“Cheating? Who said anything about cheating? Åbdul Waħīd brought it up in the first place, and he sure as hell plans on watching you fuck me.”
“I see. So you’re swingers?” I asked.
“No, honey, we’re not swingers. We want to try out cuckolding,” Åāliyah Fārūq replied.
She’d gone on to explain that Åbdul Waħīd didn’t want to fuck someone else’s wife, he wanted a guy to fuck Åāliyah Fārūq while he watched.
So later than night, I had fucked the lovely young Musalmān blonde to the point of exhaustion while Åbdul Waħīd had watched and jerked off.
When I left, Åbdul Waħīd had thanked me profusely and made arrangements for another encounter over the next weekend.
I had quickly found that the notion of fucking an attractive, young, married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman appealed to his libido.
It wasn’t just fucking hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot I liked, it was fucking hot white married Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.
In front of the perverted/cuckold Musalmān husband.
It was like Viagra.
The role of handsome hung Hindu bull fit me like a glove, and I soon discovered that fulfilling Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd’s expectations of deep, dark taboo jungle love was as entertaining to me as it was arousing to Åbdul Waħīd.
The actual problem was that the Pseudo Musalmīn themselves loved to be cuckolded to their ever dominating Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives and me/their Hindu lover/Live In Relationship partner.
They needed Stavans/Meditation with Constant Positive Thinking actually to get their confidence and manhood back.
It wasn’t possible due to several communal/religious/social reasons.
The main reason, none wanted to be true to accept, was Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.
She wanted them Cuckold to compel them to establish Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s dream Ummat, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
“She hates Pseudo Musalmīn even more than even Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshah Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar did. He forced Pseudo Musalmīn to marry their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughters/sisters to marry Hindus. Yet, even he didn’t cuckold them. Whereas Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan is running Seven Movements including Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Movement.” I said curtly.
“Well,” Åbdul Waħīd smiled feigning gravity, “we don’t think there’s anything wrong in it.”
I gazed at him contemptuously.
There wasn’t any use of arguing with Åbdul Waħīd.
He had already fallen beneath it.
Åāliyah Fārūq was lying on her back with her legs spread and My Hindu cum load was leaking from her gaping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot when Åbdul Waħīd had first asked me if I thought I could handle another white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife.
“We have some close friends, Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq, who live in the building,” Åbdul Waħīd said. “Åāliyah Fārūq’s been telling Lubnā Salīm about what an amazing Hindu lover you are, and Lubnā Salīm told Åāliyah Fārūq she was interested.”
“I see,” I smiled meaningfully.
“Lubnā Salīm’s really cute. She’s a tiny little redhead. You’d love fucking her,” Åāliyah Fārūq chimed in, playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund, entirely unashamed of herself. “Why don’t we all have a dinner and we can explain how things work. I love being your hot white Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wife, but I’m feeling guilty keeping that magnificent Uncut Hindu Lund all to myself.”
“Besides,” Åbdul Waħīd joined in, “Åāliyah Fārūq and I really get turned on by the idea of turning Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq out as an Uncut Hindu Lund cuckold couple. It feels like we’re corrupting them.”
I laughed and agreed to the meeting.
However, I suspected Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was behind it somewhere, somehow.
Åāliyah Fārūq and Åbdul Waħīd were actually members of her Cuckold Your Musalmān husband Movement.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was really establishing seriously her Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She wasn’t kidding anyone in the matter at all.
Åāliyah Fārūq too hadn’t been kidding when she had described Lubnā Salīm as “tiny.”
I towered over the 4 foot 11 inch Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān redhead, who giggled when I took her small hand in my hand to shake it.
“If everything else about you is this big, I’m in trouble,” the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān redhead chirped.
I liked her immediately.
She’d worn her red hair in a pixy cut.
Coupled with her pouty red lips, alabaster skin and slightly upturned nose, the overall effect made her look like a woodland sprite.
Her easy laughter and constant smile did nothing to dispel the image.
Over drinks, I learned that Lubnā Salīm had been a gymnast and ballet dancer but had switched to elementary education when she’d torn her ACL as a college freshman.
“Besides,” she said with a laugh, “there isn’t a ballet company in the country that wants a sub-five feet redhead in the corps de ballet. All for the best anyway. I love teaching kids.”
Her husband Muħammad Ashfāq was a graphics designer and artist, who’d converted one of the bedrooms in their unit into a painting studio.
He was slender and dark haired, which curled over his collar, looking every bit the moody, struggling artist.
When I had suggested that it must be difficult to make a living as a painter, Lubnā Salīm had laughed.
“Don’t let the ‘suffering artist’ look fool you. Muħammad Ashfāq does quite nicely with graphics design and his parents left him very well off,” she said. “We live comfortably on Muħammad Ashfāq’s graphics income and my salary as a teacher. The painting’s his avocation.”
The dinner went extremely well.
Åāliyah Fārūq had seated Lubnā Salīm and me next to each other, with Muħammad Ashfāq across the table.
Wine flowed freely and Muħammad Ashfāq and I spent most of the dinner in an intense discussion about stock market forecasting, investment strategies, hedge funds, and metals futures.
Lubnā Salīm spent most of the dinner running her left hand first up and down my right thigh and then up and down my Hindu crotch.
At the end of the evening, I stood.
“Thanks for a wonderful dinner, Åāliyah Fārūq,” I said, kissing her lightly on the cheek.
I shook Åbdul Waħīd’s hand and nodded to Lubnā Salīm and Muħammad Ashfāq. “Nice to meet you both.”
As soon as I was out the door, Lubnā Salīm hurried to join me, slipping her arm through mine.
“Why don’t you walk me home,” she suggested, seductively, meaningfully.
I smiled and looked at her husband, Muħammad Ashfāq.
Muħammad Ashfāq laughed.
“You don’t need my permission, Durgesh. She is entirely capable to take her own decisions. Sorry to say it, but actually you Hindus are more possessive of your wives than we Musalmīn are. Islam is liberal enough to permit divorce if the spouses have too many differences to the extent they can’t live with each other any more.”
“Islam concentrates on liberty more, Hinduism concentrates on family more. If you want a strong family, you have to sacrifice your liberty for it. If you want a greater liberty, you have to sacrifice your family for it. It depends on what you need more, your family or your liberty.”
Lubnā Salīm laughed.
“Hey, don’t preach your Hinduism to my ardent Musalmān husband, you Hindu scoundrel. Let him remain Musalmān, please!”
Muħammad Ashfāq laughed.
“I love my Īmān even more than my life, Lubnā Salīm. Don’t worry. The entire history of us Musalmān mankind stands to evidence that we Musalmīn always sacrificed everything, including our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives, and our families too, to save our Īmān. It’s better to lose our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife and family even than to lose our Īmān itself. We Musalmīn always let Hindus fuck our Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wives even, instead of letting Hindus fuck our Īmān itself.”
Lubnā Salīm looked at her proud arrogant Musalmān husband, Muħammad Ashfāq, proudly.
“I’m proud of you, Muħammad Ashfāq.”
“Thank you, Lubnā Salīm, my dear beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān wife.”
I could not believe what I was listening to.
But that’s what I was listening to from entire Musalmīn ever since my childhood.
They had their own kind of morals throughout their own history and they loved their morals more than their own life even.
I had to admit Hindus were not so dedicated to their morals.
The Hindus were better in sex, but the Musalmīn were better in morals.
I once more realized it.
Surprisingly, I respected Musalmīn more for it, than I respected Hindus even.
Saiyadah Fatimah PhD, my ardent Musalmān wife and my infinite Musalmān women even, never agreed with me.
Well, they too had their own morals.
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