Kħātūn-e-Jannat: 2

Kħātūn-e-Jannat

Durgesh

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Chapter 2

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī  had to fly to Ved Nagar from Miami.

His Ammī had returned to Ved Nagar.

His daughters also accompanied him.

His Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah, had left them behind her to welcome Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī in his own homewhen.

They reached Ved Nagar even sooner than Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had anticipated.

“Abbū, so earlier?” Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was surprised, “This City is really a dream City now.”

Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD retorted,

“Yes, I can see Bājī. You live here now.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed,

“Not only myself. It’s a City of Parahumen and zillionaires. Believe it or not, there are persons now who suspect this City is the Capitol of HVS.”

“Allah, Bājī, you and your Durgesh addiction.”

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed.

To Saiyadah Fātimah Muħammad PhD’s further embarrassment, her Time Traveler Abbū also laughed.

“It’s Scientific Achievement, my dear. They say: ‘There wasn’t any Mi’raj. It isn’t possible.’ Nonsense.”

“With the invention of Time Traveling, the impossibility of Mi’raj has itself become impossible.” Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī said cheerfully.

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was surprised to see that his Ammī, Saiyadah Āmnah, herself had come to greet her son.

“Ammī!” he had an unbearable desire to rush to the Jet Musalmān Beauty and embrace her, to hug her wildly and let her pound his back.

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī wanted to do all the foolish things a son did to his Ammī after a separation.

But he was stunned when the Jet Musalmān Beauty whispered into his ear,

“Time Traveler, I’m not your Ammī. I’m your Ammī’s very very personal lady robot.”

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t believe his eyes.

He would have jumped showing his immense surprise if the lady robot hadn’t requested him,

“Your Ammī doesn’t want this secret known to anyone except yourself.”***

Muħammad Åbbās Hāshmī couldn’t afford to look his daughters even.

He doubted he might give away to his daughters.

It would not be in accordance his Ammī’s plans.

“It’s good to see you, Ammī, again.” He managed to say somehow.

Zaynab Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī looked at him but he was not sure she had suspected anything unusual or not.

In his vast Time Travel  Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī had faced so many impossible things and events, he found nothing surprising in his Ammī’s behavior.

Of course, he didn’t know why his Jet Musalmān Beauty Ammī had resorted to it.

He didn’t know even when the lady robot exactly identical to her was made by his Ammī.

He knew however his Ammī herself had time traveled when she was nineteen only.

During her Time Travel she had learned the secret of keeping herself always a Jet Musalmān Beauty though he was not a young man anymore.

Robot Saiyadah Āmnah took her ‘son’s hand and pressed it with firm coolness.

Her finger closed to a comfortable but not painful pressure and then released it.

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī hoped earnestly that the creature’s unreadable eyes could not penetrate his mind.

Allah, did his own mother wanted to keep more efficient eyes on him?

Why otherwise she had sent her very personal robot to welcome him?

It was a fact Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī couldn’t understand his Jet Musalmān Beauty Ammī’s behavior ever.

Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah was a mystery herself.

Her Live in Relationship Partner Durgesh was a greater mystery.

The new City, the Multi Zillionaire lived now with his zillionaire Posthumen brothers, friends and followers, Ved Nagar was not a lesser mystery also.

He pinched himself.

No, he was not dreaming.

He was very much awake.

It was surprising to him that even after knowing that it was not his Ammī, a lady robot instead, all of him was still concentrated into a feeling of an intense love for his Ammī.

No, he still didn’t believe that he was a Time Traveler because he licked his Ammī’s vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý since he was born.

He never believed that his Ammī fed him her vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý instead of milk ab initio.

But, yes, since he came to his own senses, Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was licking his Ammī’s vaginal juices mixed with my Hindu Vīrý.

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī never understood what his Time Traveler Ammī was after actually.

There was a rumor that his Ammī was preparing to claim that she was Ummil Rasūlallāh Ħuzūr^sreincarnated.

He had laughed.

“Then perhaps she is preparing to claim myself Ħuzūr^s himself.”

Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr looked at him gravely.

“I won’t be surprised if Ammījān claims it.”

“Nonsense.” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī thundered at his ever best friend.

“I haven’t told you something myself, Muħammad.”

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī laughed ironically.

“Don’t tell me that your Ammī is also doing the same thing with you too.”

“No, but someone else is performing that role for her.”

“What?” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was startled.

“My wife.” Sheikħ Al Abu Bakr said gravely.

“Zaynab bint Åāmir?”

“Yes.”

“She has managed you to clean her vaginal juices mixed with Durgesh’s Hindu Vīrý after Durgesh fucks her?”

“Sure.”*

Robot Saiyadah Āmnah looked at Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī.

“Durgesh needs your Ammī, Dr. Saiyadah Āmnah to amend some Time Cycles of extinction of human race.”

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī smiled,

“I see. That’s why your services are obtained?”

“Keep it to yourself.”

“Tell me one thing if you know.”

“Yes?”

“There is a rumor that Ammījān is planning to claim she is…”

“Ummil Rasūlallāh Ħuzūr^s?” lady robot Saiyadah Āmnah smiled.

“Is it right?”

“If it is, it’s part of the amendment of time cycles.”

“You don’t know?”

“I’m told only what she thinks necessary.”

“I’d heard Ved Nagar is highly robotized.” Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī tried to change the subject.

It was not good to whisper in the presence of his daughters.

“Ten thousand robots per human is the current ratio.”

“All of them are lady robots ?”

“Don’t be silly. It isn’t necessary. We lady robots are too costly to be used unnecessarily. Any humanoid robot is itself costly. We lady robots require more expertise.”

“Allah, isn’t it costly in itself, ‘Ten thousand robots per human’, I mean?”

“It is by far the highest such ratio. Only Solaria among the outer worlds can afford to imitate Ved Nagar/Trantor in the matter.”***

On the surface, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was just a grand looking Turk Musalmān woman in her early thirties.

An extremely beautiful face with long, black hair and distinguishable Arabian features inherited from her Ammī.

She always wore lose fitting clothing that hid her figure pretty well.

So most people who would see her had no idea that she had a firm, shapely Musalmān body with large, c-cup breast and a tight Turk Musalmān ass.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā considered it shameful to show herself in public, a result of years of Orthodox Muslim school teaching.

Indeed unlike most of the Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was a very conservative Turk Musalmān woman.

She had remained almost a virgin until her late twenties when she married her husband.

And even with him, her idea of sex was that of a quick missionary-style fuck.

She would never allow him to go down on her, or even entertain the thought of sucking him.

Although she did desire to cum herself during sex.

But usually had her husband rub her clit with his fingers to bring her to climax before having him mount her for a quick session.

In addition to being conservative, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was also quite a snob.

Her family had done well for themselves over the years, and being rich, she did not have to worry about finances ever.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā always considered herself a step above those around her.

At work, she was commonly referred to as “The Turk Musalmān Bitch” behind her back.

So it was easy for her to quit working once her husband completed his residency and became a staff surgeon in a local hospital.

Unfortunately, his job required him to attend several medical conferences each year, often leaving Jamīlah Bū Pāshā home alone.

Little did she know that one of his reasons for going alone was to often find someone to pleasure him as a gay since he couldn’t declare his being a gay at home.

On Friday morning, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped her husband off at the airport.

He was flying to Kansas to spend the weekend with his Ammī, then off to Washington for a two-day conference.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was planning to leave early the next morning for a couple nights away at a hot springs spa herself and would no doubt be out of contact with her husband until Monday night.

On her way home from the airport Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had the misfortune of getting a flat tire.

She managed to reach a service station.

She waltzed into the service bay and requested that someone replace her tire.

The attendant politely took her information but when he didn’t move quickly enough for her, she became demanding to the point of being insulting.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had no time to waste on blue-collar Indian Hindu workers who were jobless in India, due to their extraordinary incompetence in studies, and came to Turkey for work.

Moreover  her attitude showed.

Still, the 18-year old Hindu attendant took down her information, then slowly, very slowly, had her tire repaired and replaced back onto the vehicle.

Instead of being grateful, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā called the manager to task for hiring such a dim-witted idiot to work there, paid her bill, and left.

Shankar Mahā Rudr did not like the way he was treated by Jamīlah Bū Pāshā one bit.

He detested arrogant Musalmān women like her.

And hearing her complaints to his manager had made things worse.

Shankar Mahā Rudr stewed over the incident the rest of the day.

Then decided that he wanted to get revenge.

Shankar Mahā Rudr had overheard Jamīlah Bū Pāshā on her cell phone while she was waiting.

He heard her mention that her husband was out of town and that she was going to be out of town as well.

Shankar Mahā Rudr went to the file cabinet and pulled out the day’s tickets, finding hers he took note of the address.

A pretty nice neighborhood a little more than sixty-miles from where he lived.

Shankar Mahā Rudr guessed that she probably only drove this far from home when she needed to go to the airport.

Thinking that her home would be empty for the weekend, Shankar Mahā Rudr decided to call a few of his Hindu buddies and pay the house a visit.

He thought that when she returned home to find the place ransacked and robbed that she would have a taste of what it felt like to be abused by someone.

Shankar Mahā Rudr was under educated as most of the Musalmīn were.

His Ammī was a Musalmān woman who was raped by a Hindu stranger.

Shankar Mahā Rudr had discovered his real Hindu father was a multi-millionaire.

He raped Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Ammī Nādirah Ashfāq because Nādirah Ashfāq hated Hindus and Rudr Mahāpralayankar wanted to teach Nādirah Ashfāq a lesson.

That night Shankar Mahā Rudr picked up three of his friends: Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý, two cousins, ages 19 and 18, who had grown up with Shankar Mahā Rudr, and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, a tall Hindu  kid who had dropped out of high school and spent a couple years wandering from town to town before settling down in their town.

At 21, Mohan Giridhar was the oldest of the group.

They drove the sixty miles to where Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lived.

Passed through the neighborhood checking things out.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī had plenty of experience with breaking and entering and offered his best advice.

He was particularly pleased to see that the house they targeted was pretty secluded with a nice long driveway.

Thick woods blocked one entire side from view from the street.

They pulled into the driveway, cut the lights and engine, and coasted down behind the trees and rolled off into the grass beside the garage where their car would be hidden from view.

There were no lights on in the house, or on any of the other nearby homes.

Not surprising for 2:00 am.

To avoid any possible alarm system they climbed a tree in the back yard and hopped onto the awning over the patio.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī found the bathroom window and used a small, thin piece of metal to slip it through the crack and unlock the window.

Then the four Hindu men slid easily into the bathroom and began creeping down the hall.

Finding the bedroom first, they walked in.

Since this was on the backside of the house, they didn’t worry about light and flicked the switch.

To their shock and surprise, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was asleep in the bed.

When the light came on, she awoke with a start.

She jumped from the bed screaming.

She was dressed in a thin nightgown that did little to hide her extremely beautiful Turk Musalmān assets.

Her ample Turk Musalmān breast swayed under the material and her blue panties were clearly visible.

“Oh fuck!” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled out upon their discovery.

Both Junior and Vikram Āditý stood frozen in near panic.

If not for Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī Jamīlah Bū Pāshā probably would have been able to rush out the door and perhaps make it to safety.

But the big Hindu  man, acting with the instinct of one who had perhaps been in such situations before, jumped before her, wrapping his thick Hindu arms around her body and dove onto the bed pinning her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body beneath him.

When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream again Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī shoved a pillow over her face.

“Shit! Someone get me some fucking rope or something!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled, trying to hold the kicking Turk Musalmān woman in place.
“Where?” Shankar Mahā Rudr replied.
“How the fuck do I know!” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled back. “Look around!”

The three Hindu  men ran out of the room tossing open closets and other things.

Finally returning with some power cords, a short piece of string and some duct tape.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī sat on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s stomach while the other guys grabbed her hands and feet.

First, he needed to shut her up.

Reaching back he spotted her panties and with a quick, violent tug, ripped them off her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body and shoved them into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth before using the duct tape to cover her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Successfully muffling her cries for help.

Then he rolled her over and used one of the cords and some more duct tape to secure her arms behind her back.

After tying her up, the four Hindu men stood over the bed.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed in fear.

She realized that, her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy was exposed.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā closed her legs tightly trying to keep it hidden.

But there was little she could do about covering her thick black bush.

Fortunately, for Shankar Mahā Rudr she did not recognize him at all.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had long ago chosen to not look those who were beneath her in the face unless necessary, and therefore had no remembrance of what the kid at the service station looked like.

“Damn, this Turk Musalmān Bitch has a fine body on her.” Vikram Āditý commented.
Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t help but agree.

He did not remember her looking this good this morning.

But then again, she wasn’t half-naked then either.

Then Shankar Mahā Rudr got an even better idea.
“Let’s really show Miss Rich-Extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch a lesson tonight.” He suggested as he leaned forward and took her left Turk Musalmān breast into his hand.

When Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began to roll away in protest Shankar Mahā Rudr squeezed it tightly causing her to gasp in pain.
“Yeah, I think we should all fuck the hell out of her.” Mohan Giridhar suggested.

He got no disagreement from the other three.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began kicking frantically as they all jumped on the bed and began groping her.

She screamed against the gag as they tore her nightgown from her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was pinned down by them as they probed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.

She felt an Uncut Hindu Penis  shove up into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began thrashing about.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had allowed a couple Hindu boys to fuck her in high school.

But she told others that only her husband’s hands had explored her in full detail.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reacted in horror to the experience going on now.

She was being sexually manhandled by four Hindu street punks, and one of them was Karosiā!

“I want her first.” Shankar Mahā Rudr yelled as he stood and removed his clothes.

Had it not been for the gag Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s shrieks might have been heard throughout the neighborhood when she saw the young man climbing between her legs with his stiff 8-inch Hindu erection.

He dropped between her legs and began kissing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā thrust her hips trying to escape his probing Uncut Hindu Cock  as he did to her something that she had never allowed any Hindu  to do.

Hindu Hands squeezed her extremely beautiful Turk Musalmān tits and tweaked her nipples as the bandit between her legs rubbed away at her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān slit.

She felt him sucking and licking her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and could feel it enlarge.

Then she felt her own juices begin flowing freely and she reddened from head to toe.

Once satisfied that she was wet enough Shankar Mahā Rudr climbed up.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to resist but was unable to move as he lowered himself onto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.

Her arms were pinned beneath her back and Shankar Mahā Rudr was firmly between her extremely beautiful Musalmān legs.

She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock  rub between her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy lips, easily gaining entrance against her will.

Then in one swift motion, Shankar Mahā Rudr plunged deep into her belly, jamming hard against her Turk Musalmān cervix.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out in a mixture of fear, anger and humiliation as this Hindu punk become only the second person to put his Uncut Hindu Cock into her.

Shankar Mahā Rudr began ramming his Uncut Hindu Cock into her at will.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe this was happening to her.

She had always guarded her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body.

Saved herself for marriage and committed herself to one man.

Now here she was being ravaged by a stranger Hindu with three more Hindus lined up behind him.

How could she ever face her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān husband again after tonight?

Shankar Mahā Rudr cared little for how Jamīlah Bū Pāshā might have felt.

All he knew was that he was getting revenge on this stuck-up extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch for all the women like her who have treated him like that.

Shankar Mahā Rudr knew that after tonight she would think twice before looking down on anyone else.

Shankar Mahā Rudr continued pounding her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy mercilessly, waiting for his moment of release.

Soon he could feel his Hindu balls tightening and knew that he would soon be cumming into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, Shankar Mahā Rudr gonna cum in you now!” He cried out.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to scream in protest.

She couldn’t bear the thought of him releasing his Hindu sperm into her.

What if she would get pregnant?

She couldn’t let that happen.

But there was nothing she could do.

She felt his Hindu pace quicken, then she could feel his Hindu seed erupting into her.

Shooting deepest inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Shankar Mahā Rudr looked down into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face with a sign of satisfaction as he continued to pump his Hindu cum into her.

Never letting up until he could feel his Uncut Hindu Dick  softening inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

“Come on, man. Let me at her.” Mohan Giridhar demanded as Shankar Mahā Rudr took his time dismounting Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

As soon as he was up, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  tried to roll off the bed in hopes of escape only to be grabbed by Mohan Giridhar and forced back onto her back.

“You ain’t going anywhere, baby.” He said as he began unbuckling his pants.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā looked on in fear as his Hindu manhood came into view.

While not quite as long as Shankar Mahā Rudr’s, Mohan Giridhar was noticeably thicker.

He dropped between her extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān thighs and pressed his Uncut Hindu Dick into her already soaked Turk Musalmān twat.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gasped as she felt him filling her insides.

Mohan Giridhar buried his Uncut Hindu Cock into her, ramming her repeatedly with his Hindu tool.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was disgusted by the homely Hindu man grunting and slobbering over her.

As Mohan Giridhar pounded her, his cousin got down and began sucking her right nipple.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā fought back tears as she found herself raped for the second time in minutes.

Worse, she could feel her insides betraying her.

To her horror, she discovered that something inside her was beginning to tingle with a pleasure she never felt before.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  was enraged that her own Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body would begin to betray her this way.

The Uncut Hindu Cock slamming her Turk Musalmān insides and the mouth manipulating her nipple was causing her to respond in a way that she would never have imagined.

Mohan Giridhar began pacing himself as he force-fucked the Turk Musalmān woman below him Trying to make it last as long as possible.

But he was enjoying it too much and felt the Hindu cum rising in his Uncut Hindu Cock, ready to be released.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw the Hindu man above her begin to clench his jaw and knew that he was about ready to cum.

She tried thrusting her hips hoping to throw him off her before he came but there was no use.

Mohan Giridhar moaned with pleasure and showered her Turk Musalmān woman insides with his warm Indian Hindu sperm.

As Mohan Giridhar got off her and his cousin climbed on Jamīlah Bū Pāshā saw Shankar Mahā Rudr and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī standing at the end of the room watching.

One of them had apparently visited the kitchen and had brought up several of her husband’s beers and a bottle of bourbon and the two men were drinking and toasting Mohan Giridhar’s orgasm.

As Vikram Āditý dropped his pants Jamīlah Bū Pāshā tried to prepare herself mentally for her third rape of the night.

Vikram Āditý was smaller and thinner than both of the other men who had already fucked her.

More like her husband was.

Vikram Āditý sank his Hindu shaft into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy and began fucking rapidly.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā knew that at this rate he wouldn’t last long but got little relief from that fact.

For as soon as he began, she felt her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy beginning to tremble with extreme delight.

She cursed under her breath and silently begged her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body not to respond.

But her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy refused to listen.

As Vikram Āditý banged away inside her, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā rolled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes as she realized that her climax was at hand.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy spasmed as the first wave or her orgasm shot through her.

She blushed in shame as she realized that the man above her knew that she was coming on his Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Shit, guys, she likes it!” He called out.

The thrill of having her climax under him was the final stimulation for Vikram Āditý and he released his own Hindu wad into Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān pussy.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay still as Vikram Āditý got off her.

She had just orgasmed to only the second man in her life.

And now she had given up on fighting.

At least she had until she saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī drop his pants and come stand before her.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had hoped that the Hindu  man would not take a turn with her.

And when she saw his massive 12-inch Uncut Hindu Cock springing forth from his pants she panicked.

She knew that she couldn’t take something that large in her without receiving permanent damage.

Her scream could be heard through her gag as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī mounted her.

He shoved his thick Hindu  tool into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Making sure to let her see every inch sink slowly in.

He struck her Turk Musalmān cervix and still had plenty of Hindu  shaft left.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s eyes bulged as he crammed the rest into her.

Her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides were wracked with pain as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī rammed the last inch into her and began fucking the poor Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman .

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could not believe that he could have fit inside her.

In addition to his Hindu length, he must have been twice as thick as Mohan Giridhar.

As he fucked her she feared that her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy would tear apart.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was enjoying shoving every inch into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman.

He leaned forward and began kissing her cheeks as he slammed home with every Hindu thrust.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā turned her head from side to side trying to avoid his Hindu mouth.

Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes bulged as she caught herself beginning to climax again.

She had never cum twice in one night before.

Her breath became short and quick as the giant Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy came closer and closer to putting her over the edge.

Then her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy exploded, her lips squeezed the Hindu shaft around her as she began moaning with surprise delight in what was her strongest orgasm ever.

As she was still cumming she felt the Hindu man above her begin to twinge.

Her orgasm ended as she realized that he was going to cum inside her.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī thrust harder as he began filling Jamīlah Bū Pāshā with his Hindu cum.

Once finished he pulled out and the other three Hindu men stood around enjoying the view of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s stretched Turk Musalmān pussy lips.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had just been raped by four Hindu men in her own bedroom.

Worse, she had somehow allowed herself to have two orgasms.

She thought nothing could be worse until she opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes and saw Shankar Mahā Rudr standing there with her camcorder getting a close-up shot of her well-fucked pussy lips.

She had no idea when they had found it, but now they were using it to film her humiliation.

She only imagined her husband seeing the sight of the well-hung Hindu man fucking his bound Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān wife.

“Let’s have some more fun here.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said.
“Maybe we should leave.” Vikram Āditý said. “Before we get caught here.”
“Fuck that,” Shankar Mahā Rudr said. “This extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch is alone all weekend and everyone thinks she’s out of town. So who’s going to come by and catch us?”

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā could have died.

She had thought this was the end of it.

But somehow these guys knew that she was supposed to leave town in the morning.

Somehow these guys knew her.

And worse, they weren’t planning on leaving yet.

“Ungag her.” Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered.

Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý ripped the duct tape off of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s mouth and removed her panties.

She caught her first easy breath since her ordeal began.

“You want us to leave you alone, lady?” Shankar Mahā Rudr asked her.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā nodded her head ‘yes’.
“Fine,” he said. “But first we need some assurance that you won’t call the cops on us.”
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā would agree to anything to get rid of them.

But she had no intention of calling the police.

She couldn’t live with the thought of her neighbors knowing that she had been brutally fucked by these Hindu punks who were useless in their own country India and came here to get their sustenance.

“All you have to do is suck each of our Uncut Hindu Cocks while we film you. Then if you tell anyone this tape will be sent to everyone on your street.”

“Fuck you!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā shouted.

She had already suffered enough; there was no way she was going to let any man stick a filthy Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

“Very well then. We’ll stay here and fuck you all weekend. And we’re going to make you suck our Uncut Hindu Dicks anyway.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cringed.

She knew that he would make good on his promise.

She realized that she was going to have to suck their Uncut Hindu Cocks one way or the other.

And she knew that they would repeatedly rape her and probably video tape the whole ordeal as well.

She swallowed hard and agreed to do it.

Mohan Giridhar untied her hands and sat on the side of her bed.

“On your knees, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Bitch.” He ordered.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā dropped down to her knees and found herself facing his hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

She gulped hard as Mohan Giridhar grabbed her head and pulled it closer to him.

She refused to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth at first.

Mohan Giridhar banged his Uncut Hindu Cock against her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.

She could smell her own Turk Musalmān woman juices still on his Uncut Hindu Cock.

She could see the camera focused on her and gave up, opening her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and allowing the first Uncut Hindu Cock in her life to enter her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

She closed her lips and began slowly moving her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth along his Hindu shaft.

She fought back the urge to gag as Mohan Giridhar put both hands on either side of her head, and began moving her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head back and forth.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā kept her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes closed afraid that she would begin crying if she opened them.

She could hear Mohan Giridhar’s Hindu moans of approval as his thick Hindu tool slide in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

She wasn’t prepared for his Hindu orgasm.

Mohan Giridhar’s first Hindu blast caught her in the back of the throat.

The warm, salty, thick Hindu fluid filled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

She tried to pull away but Mohan Giridhar held her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head tight, spewing his Hindu cum into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to swallow to keep from choking on the Hindu sperm that continued to spout into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

When Mohan Giridhar finally pulled out, she leaned over and began coughing; only barely avoiding vomiting on the floor.

“My turn.” Shankar Mahā Rudr said as he handed the still rolling camera to Mohan Giridhar. “Make sure not to get any of our faces.”

Shankar Mahā Rudr took Mohan Giridhar’s place on the bed and lifted Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān woman face to his Indian Hindu crotch.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him in and began sucking again. “Oh yeah, bet you really like having a poor Uncut Hindu Cock in that rich Turk Musalmān woman mouth of yours.” He taunted.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā couldn’t believe she was doing this.

But she decided to do her best to get these scoundrels to cum in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and leave.

She began working Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock as best she could, ignoring his degrading comments as she was forced to service him.

She could feel him beginning to cum but didn’t realize that he was going to slam forward.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt the head of his Uncut Hindu Cock hit the back of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat just as his Hindu seed began filling her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

She quickly swallowed as he spewed into her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

He shot more than Mohan Giridhar had and some of it dribbled out of the corners of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Shankar Mahā Rudr pulled out and Vikram Āditý stood over her.

She quickly began sucking her third Uncut Hindu Cock of the night.

But Vikram Āditý took her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head and began fucking her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth much like he had fucked her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s face was forced into his Hindu pubic hair with each Hindu thrust.

Then just as he was ready to cum he pulled out and blasted her in the face with a thick stream of cum.

She saw the camera catching every moment of her humiliation as Vikram Āditý coated her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī then took her and made her lay on her back with her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head hanging over the edge of the bed.

She opened her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth and took him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, wondering how she was going to open wide enough to take him.

Then he thrust forward, going a little further with each Hindu thrust.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged as his Uncut Hindu Cockhead began entering her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

She feared for her life, thinking that she would suffocate with his Uncut Hindu Cock buried in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

But Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī just continued to fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth until he had most of his Hindu shaft in her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had heard the phrase ‘deep throat’ but never really understood it until now.

The Hindu man’s balls slapped her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān eyes as he fucked her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat, playing with her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān tits as he did so.

She felt his Uncut Hindu Cock swelling even thicker, then felt his Hindu sperm shooting down her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat.

Finally, her ordeal was over.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā lay on the bed, her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female throat sore from her latest ordeal.

Drying cum on her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy still leaking Hindu cum mixed with her own Turk Musalmān female cum.

Vikram Āditý walked around the bed with the camera catching every possible angle of her ravaged Turk Musalmān female body.
“Please get out of here.” She whispered.

Her only response was laughter.

“Bu-but, you said…”

“We’re having too much fun to leave now.” Shankar Mahā Rudr told her as he downed the last of the beers.

With a demented look on his face, he walked over to the side of the bed.

“Make sure to get a close-up of this.” He instructed as he took his limp Uncut Hindu Dick and held it toward their captive. “Get up and suck me again.” He ordered.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā reluctantly rose and took his flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth expecting to be forced to suck him off again.

But that wasn’t what Shankar Mahā Rudr had in mind.

Instead he grabbed both sides of her extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female head firmly and let loose with a stream of piss into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gagged and tried to open her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth to expel the vile contents but Shankar Mahā Rudr ordered her to swallow or take all of their piss all night long.

She swallowed as much as she could but still had much of it running down her chin.

When he finished he pulled out and shot the last couple of squirts directly into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face.

With his Uncut Hindu Cock growing hard once more, he forced Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to kneel on the bed.

“I think I’ll try that tight little stuck-up Turk Musalmān female ass now.” He said.
Jamīlah Bū Pāshā cried out and tried to move but Mohan Giridhar and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī grabbed her and held her in place.

Shankar Mahā Rudr took his Uncut Hindu Cock and shoved it into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy a few times getting it wet, then pulled out and pressed his Uncut Hindu Cockhead against her tiny puckered opening.

“Allah Oh God, please no!” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged. “I’ve never done that!”

Her pleading only excited Shankar Mahā Rudr further.

He began pressing forward against Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s clenched Turk Musalmān female asshole.

She tried to resist but his Uncut Hindu Cock gradually broke through.

She cried out as he began gaining entrance.

The first inch was painful, but her cries turned into gasps of agony as he rammed all the way into her virgin Turk Musalmān female ass.

She thrashed wildly as Shankar Mahā Rudr began humping her ass with delight. Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had never in her life imagined anything so vile and degrading happening to her like this. Shankar Mahā Rudr rode her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass relentlessly, reaching forward to pull and tug at her firm Turk Musalmān breast while he fucked.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā buried her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face into the pillow, more out of shame than anything else.

The pain was subsiding somewhat but she still felt extreme discomfort.

Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Hindu balls slapped against her upturned tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Cunt as he drove every Hindu inch into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.

Then he unleashed his Hindu load deepest into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.

When he pulled out Jamīlah Bū Pāshā felt as if her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass was going to explode.

“Let’s sandwich her.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā heard one of the others say.

She had lost the ability to resist after being assfucked and presented no resistance as Mohan Giridhar and Vikram Āditý grabbed her and moved her into the center of the bed.

Vikram Āditý forced her to straddle him and sit on his Uncut Hindu Cock.

Then she was held in place as Mohan Giridhar began forcing his Hindu meat into her tremendously lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Butt.

With Mohan Giridhar’s added Hindu thickness came renewed pain as he began fucking her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole.

His Hindu thrust caused her to begin riding Vikram Āditý’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

She could feel the two Hindu prongs rubbing together with only a thin membrane of skin separating them.

While Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  was being fucked Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī came around the side of the bed and thrust his massive Hindu tool into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face .

Forcing her to take him into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Now Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was being fucked by Hindus in all her three Turk Musalmān female openings.

All the while being videotaped.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  felt Vikram Āditý bucking his hips beneath her and realized that he was blowing his Hindu load into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Then she felt Mohan Giridhar emptying himself into her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female asshole as well just as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī began spewing into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī pulled out of her first.

Then Mohan Giridhar rose up, still with his Uncut Hindu Cock in her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass he lifted her off his cousin then forced her back onto her knees.

“Damn, now I got to piss.” He said.

Then he pinned her down and began flooding her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole with his piss.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā screamed as the warm fluid filled her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides, remaining corked by Mohan Giridhar’s thick Uncut Hindu Cock.

She was held there for close to a minute as he drained his bladder into her Turk Musalmān female bowels.

When he pulled out the contents of her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass flushed out all over her legs and the bed.

She lay on the bed shivering in disgust, then saw Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī stroking himself.

“Time for me to split that asshole apart.” He said.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā rolled to the side.

“Allah Oh God no! Please, not my ass, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī. You can fuck my pussy but please don’t put that horse-Uncut Hindu Cock up my ass.”

“Beg me for it and maybe I will.” He replied smiling.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t want to be fucked by him.

But she knew that she couldn’t take being fucked in the ass by someone as large as Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was.

“Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī darling, please fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged.

“Will you ride my big Uncut Hindu Cock?” He asked her.

“Yes, I want to ride it.” She continued. Knowing full well that her request was being recorded and would cast doubt on any attempts to claim she was raped.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī got on the bed and instructed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā to ride him.

She got on his lap and began shoving his Hindu monster Uncut Hindu Dick into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy.

She couldn’t believe that she was taking him in so easily.

Then she began riding for all she was worth.

She wanted to satisfy this Hindu man so that he wouldn’t want to fuck her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass.

Shankar Mahā Rudr came around and dropped his Uncut Hindu Cock into her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā began sucking him as well.

Then she felt her extremely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān insides stirring again.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s huge Uncut Hindu Cock as rubbing her awfully lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Clit and g-spot with every tremendous Hindu stroke.

She realized that she was going to have another orgasm.

She began riding wildly as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān body gave in to the desire of cumming atop the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  began sucking Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock hungrily as she climaxed.

When her orgasm subsided, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  realized that the Uncut Hindu Cock inside her was only getting harder.

She had a long way to go and knew that she would come again and again before he did.

But she no longer cared.

She was being fulfilled in ways that she had never dreamed of.

When Shankar Mahā Rudr came in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā begged for someone else to take his place.

Mohan Giridhar handed Shankar Mahā Rudr the camera and took his turn being sucked by the ravaged Turk Musalmān housewife.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had another orgasm, then another before Mohan Giridhar spilled out in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān mouth.

Then she could feel Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s Uncut Hindu Cock coming to fruition.

She began humping him harder, taking every Hindu inch of him into her Turk Musalmān female belly.

When Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī exploded inside her, Jamīlah Bū Pāshā  met him with her most powerful orgasm yet.

Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā collapsed on the bed.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā awoke the next day to find herself alone.

She quickly showered, then cleaned the bedroom.

Her tremendously gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female ass hole and pussy ached but she couldn’t believe that she had enjoyed herself so much.

She skipped the mini-vacation, hoping that her visitors would show once more.

But none did.

When her husband returned home, he found a changed wife.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā took him into the bedroom and did things that she had never permitted before.

He didn’t know what happened to change his wife.

In truth, he didn’t care either.

At least not until several months later.

During his wife’s eighth month of her pregnancy someone at the hospital showed him a web site containing graphic pictures of a woman looking much like his wife being taken in every hole by four Hindu men whose faces had been blocked out.

He tried to deny it, but knew that this had to be Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

When confronted she claimed that someone must have dubbed her tremendously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān face onto someone else’s body.

The pictures circulated throughout the neighborhood, and many bought Jamīlah Bū Pāshā’s story.

Especially since few believed that, she could have such a nice body.

But her husband knew better.

Then Jamīlah Bū Pāshā gave birth, to a beautiful Indian Hindu baby son.

Her husband filed for divorce and Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was forced to return to work.

Her reputation ruined.

She no longer looked down on Indian Hindus.

In fact, she began finding pleasure with many blue-collar Hindu men from then on.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā herself investigated and found the four Hindu scoundrels Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, Vikram Āditý and Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī.

They were smiling at her.

“What do you want?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled triumphantly.

“What do you think, you Hindu scoundrels?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled too, “Now everyone knows what we five are.”

“So?” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī smiled cunningly.

“Let’s live together.”

“Whaaaaaaaaaaat?” Shankar Mahā Rudr couldn’t believe Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

“Can’t believe?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā laughed.

“Well, you are a multi-millionaire. You are highly educated and we are under educated poor men.”

“I’ll teach you. You can handle my companies as directors. I’d guide you. But you all have to please me as you did.” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled and winked at Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar and  Vikram Āditý.

“Hurrayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī yelled.

Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý also yelled.

Then they, all the four plunged to Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā greeted them with open extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān female arms.

They undressed Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā undressed all the four of them.

All the five were laughing now cheerfully.

“Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī into my Turk Musalmān Pussy, Shankar Mahā Rudr into my Turk Musalmān female  ass, Mohan Giridhar into my Turk Musalmān female mouth and Vikram Āditý in my hand, okay?” Jamīlah Bū Pāshā announced.

“Okay.” Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī, Shankar Mahā Rudr, Mohan Giridhar, and Vikram Āditý too announced cheerfully and started their new joyful life with Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

Polyandry?

Yes, that was it.

They all the four were now Live in Relationship Partners of Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was once more fucking Jamīlah Bū Pāshā.

Now Jamīlah Bū Pāshā was also enjoying Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī’s great Uncut Hindu Cock into her still extremely tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Pussy openly.

Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Penis was visiting her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Turk Musalmān ass once more.

That was the appropriate place Jamīlah Bū Pāshā had decided for Shankar Mahā Rudr’s Uncut Hindu Cock.

Though all the four Uncut Hindu Cocks were excellent everywhere, Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī loved to fuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Turk Musalmān Cunt more than elsewhere.

Nārāyañ Chakrdhārī was jubilant when his Uncut Hindu Cock was into her Turk Musalmān Pussy.

Shankar Mahā Rudr loved to fuck her Panjvaqtah Namāzī exquisite Turk Musalmān ass more than he loved to fuck her into her Turk Musalmān Cunt.

Mohan Giridhar enjoyed her blowjob more while Vikram Āditý had more pride in getting her masturbation on his Uncut Hindu Prick.

Jamīlah Bū Pāshā didn’t tell them she knew now everything about them.

Her decision to join my bed had solved her every problem forever.

Sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Jamīlah Bū Pāshā smiled,

“I could never imagine my own husband arranged it. My money has bought me more enemies than friends, Durgesh darling, méré Hindu Piyā, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt, hum Musalmān ħasīnāon ké Hindu Kħasam, Hindu husband of us Musalmān Beauties!”

“Jamīlah Bū Pāshā, he is a gay. He wanted to get rid of his husband’s responsibilities towards you.”

“Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī and Sidrah Aħmad say ‘of all the Uncut Hindu Pricks they have sucked ever, your Uncut Hindu Lund is the utmost tasty ever. Even your Hindu urine is the utmost tasty ever too.’ How right they are.”

Chapter 3

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

2.Durgesh in Hindi/Urdu

3. Science Fiction

4. On History

5. Commentary on Ved

6. On Hinduism

7. On Islam