Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

AHAL-AL BAYT-37

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Chapter 37

Durgesh Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah
Muħammad
Till Infinity

Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad always used to tell each other everything.
Thursday, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were on their way to Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club for a few drinks and perhaps some dancing, when the subject of Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies having sex with me, came up.
Muħammad was telling Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah that I, like Muħammad, enjoyed fucking my Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives very much.
Muħammad told her he’d read several of my such stories.
It seemed my Musalmān friends and I too enjoyed the humiliation aspect of their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives’ antics.

“It’s a rather subtle thing,” Muħammad said, “Durgesh’s ever closest Musalmān friends seem to enjoy their ardent Musalmān wives telling them how much bigger Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund is, and how much the ardent Musalmān wives of Durgesh’s Musalmān friends enjoy being fucked by Durgesh.”
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled incredulously,
“Nonsense! I don’t believe you. Would that excite you if I fuck your friend Durgesh and praise his unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked.

“Well, I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it.” Muħammad calmed down, losing his enthusiasm altogether.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled ironically, cunningly.
But to her immense surprise, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found herself getting wet between her legs.
Allah, no!
She was horrified.
Her sub conscious was enjoying the idea that Durgesh fucks her and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, tells Muħammad her sexual adventures with me.
No!
Allah, no!!
But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, found her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot getting more and more wet imagining Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her, and Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, ravenously, wildly, savagely.
She looked at Muħammad clandestinely.
He wasn’t paying any attention to her.

Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was quiet for the next few miles.
Muħammad was enjoying stealing glances at her as he drove.
Her short black skirt settled about half way down her excellent thighs, and each time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, crossed or uncrossed her legs, Muħammad would get a quick glimpse of her stocking tops.
She’d long abandoned garter belts, preferring instead the look and feel of thigh high stockings.
Muħammad knew that under that skirt Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing her black satin T-back panties.
On top she had on a very sheer white blouse, and under her blouse were her bare breasts.
Muħammad hadn’t seen them because Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was wearing a black jacket over the blouse, but Muħammad knew they’d be bare…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah seldom wore a bra!

Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts were a work of art!
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah supported a double D cup, size 36.
They were creamy white…had no freckles on them…and ended with the most exquisite nipples!
Her nipples were pinkish to brown…and when aroused resembled a .38 caliber bullet.
Their pet name for this part of her anatomy was bullet nips…and with excellent reasons.
They could become hard as bullets, and Muħammad often joked…twice as deadly!
Even Durgesh had risked all to squeeze her nips…to feel the firmness of Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts…to know the exquisite taste and depth of her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
In Muħammad’s opinion, It was only fitting that he used to describe Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s exquisite Musalmān breasts in such vernacular as to make Smith and Wesson proud!

When she did speak again, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah simply uttered one sentence.
“You know, Muħammad, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān women friends who fuck Durgesh, claim that Durgesh has larger Uncut Hindu Lund than their Musalmān husbands and yours too.”

Muħammad had never made much of an issue about the size of Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.
The fact that Durgesh was fucking Muħammad’s entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies was more than enough for Muħammad!
But her statement was made to excite Muħammad…and to tell the truth…something about it did just that.
Muħammad was a bit excited at the prospect of her fucking Durgesh better endowed than Muħammad… Durgesh whose Uncut Hindu Lund would stretch her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot to conform to his Uncut Hindu Lund, not Muħammad’s.
Muħammad continued what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had obviously started.

“No, I wasn’t aware of that.”

“It isquite true…Muħammad, I can’t think of very many men whose equipment would be as small as yours. Don’t misunderstand me, Muħammad, I love you a lot…and I love your cut Musalmān nūnī …but sweetie…it was not the biggest one around…not by a long shot!”

“Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”

“Why would I? It was not like you could make yours grow bigger now, is it? It was not like there’s anything you could do to make me want it more…plus, sweetie, you were pretty nice to let me fuck Durgesh whenever I wanted. So when I needed a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund…a man-sized one…Muħammad, I simply go to Durgesh. That’s okay, isn’t it, sweetie?”
“Only to Durgesh?”
“Only to Durgesh.” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, smiled at Muħammad lovingly.
“You too love Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into your extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, don’t you, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah?” Muħammad was suddenly jealous of me.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed,
“Oh, sure. Exclusively. You are my husband, Muħammad. But Durgesh is my lover.Do you understand?”

This was kind of exciting. Muħammad continued the probe.

“Were you looking for Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, tonight? Is that why you’re dressed like you are?”

“Dressed how?”

“You know…in stockings…and your T-back.”

“Oh, you know what, sweetie? I forgot all about that old T-back.” With that statement she lifted herself off the seat a few inches, slid her hands under her skirt and withdrew them, along with her panties. “Muħammad, I won’t be needing these tonight, after all, I’m only dancing.”

Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī was rock hard instantly.
All the talk about Durgesh fucking her with better Uncut Hindu Lund than Muħammad’s had already gotten Muħammad in a turned-on state, but when he realized Muħammad’s wife was about to get on a dance floor with Durgesh , and allow Durgesh to hold her body close to his, and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah would have her totally naked extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot against Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund…well, Muħammad could have cut glass with his diamond hard cut Musalmān nūnī!
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with her new toy of husband humiliation yet.
There was still more to come.

“Tell me, Muħammad. When Durgesh fucks me and you’re in the same room, and you see he’s fucking me with a bigger Uncut Hindu Lund than yours, would you mind if I mentioned it to him? Would you mind if I mention to my Hindu lover that your cut Musalmān nūnī is sooooo small? It wouldn’t embarrass you, would it? I mean…the truth is the truth! Isn’t it, my dear husband?”*

Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī was dumbfounded.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was definitely, certainly and deliberately humiliating him.
Allah, didn’t she knew before marrying Muħammad Åbdullah Hāshmī how small bis cut Musalmān nūnī was.
Was he alone, however?
Aren’t most of the Musalmīn suffering from the same problem?
Why the hell their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives are fucking Durgesh/other Hindu(s) otherwise?
But he didn’t say what he really felt.
Instead, he said,
“He’d rather you not do that, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”
“Why? Are you overly sensitive about your smallest cut Musalmān nūnī?”
“Well, up to right now, I never considered it to be below average. I thought it was fine, up to now.”
“Such an interesting choice of words, sweetie. Average. That’s like, ‘ordinary’ or ‘common’ isn’t it? I mean, an average anything is unremarkable, isn’t it? Unremarkable…and…and I guess one might say ‘boring.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her legs toward Muħammad.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad were pulling into the parking lot of the club as she ran her hands along the inside of Muħammad’s legs, allowing him to feel her fingernails rake across the tender inner thighs under his trousers.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was less than an 1/8 of an inch away from the head of Muħammad’s cut Musalmān nūnī.
Her hands stopped as Muħammad put the car in park and turned off the keys.
Her legs were not close together…in fact…Muħammad was certain Muħammad could see her extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot hair from the position Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was in.
Muħammad reached over for her, to pull her closer to him…to put his hands where his eyes were, to feel her heat.

But Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved back too quickly.
In one motion, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was out of Muħammad’s reach, than out of his car.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stood on the parking lot and waited for Muħammad to lock the car.
As Muħammad came around to her side she didn’t wait for him.
Instead, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah started into the club.
“Try not to get in my way, tonight, sweetie. Muħammad, I think I may be in the mood for a quickie before we get home.”

And just to make sure Muħammad understood what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, meant, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,dded,
“And who knows…I may even give you a little, too!” With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah walked into the club.
Muħammad could hear the music blaring through the loud speakers.
His entire body was on fire…waiting with sure anticipation for what Muħammad knew would be a memorable night!*

Once inside the club, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah found a booth on the very edge of the dance floor.
It would easily seat four, and usually, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, and Muħammad would have taken a smaller table.
But Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah sat down and Muħammad sat with her.
She opened her purse and took out her cigarettes and lighter and sat back, crossing her legs, allowing her skirt to ride high over the right leg.
Muħammad enjoyed the show.
But he knew it was only the show he could enjoy now.

Before she even had her first drag of her cigarette, I approached their table.
I smiled easily as I asked her for a dance.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled back…that smile that tells a stranger Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, could be had.
Muħammad knew that smile.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had practiced it on Muħammad for years.
Cigarette in the ashtray, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid out of the booth and was on her way to the dance floor with her conquest, me, Durgesh.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah stopped, turned back to me and said, “Whiskey.”
Muħammad knew what that meant.
The last time Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had ordered whiskey in a club, she ended up fucking Durgesh five times in different sex positions.
She later told Muħammad that whiskey made her “crazy.”
And now, here Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was…ordering the one drink that would make her even more uncontrollable than usual.
Muħammad couldn’t wait to place the order.

Muħammad watched her dance.
The floor wasn’t crowded, it still being early.
And Muħammad must say, the man Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had accepted as her first dance partner didn’t seem to be overly aggressive.
Why should be I?
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was herself dying to fuck me then and there.
Wasn’t she?
The band was playing a rather fast number, not allowing for a great deal of physical contact.
It didn’t matter.
When Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah danced, everyone noticed.
Her skirt seemed to have a will of its own.
As she danced, it rose up on her legs, and when Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had reached up over her head with her arms, it would pull even higher, exposing the tops of her stockings…exciting not only me…but anyone else who realized how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was, how hot Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was becoming.

The number was over, and her “escort” brought her back to the table.
As I turned to go back to my own table, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over and whispered something in my ear.
Muħammad couldn’t make out exactly what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said, but I smiled and replied,
“Sure. Glad to.”
With that I left them alone at their table..
“Did you enjoy that?” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah,sked.
“What? Watching you dance?”
“Yes. Muħammad, I know how much you like to watch.”
“Yes, I suppose I did. Did you?”
“What, did I enjoy dancing…or enjoy you watching?”
“Either. Both. Durgesh is a good dancer, isn’t he?”

She leaned across the table.
Ignoring his question, she had another one of her own.
“Did it make your little dick hard? Did your penie-winnie get hard watching my skirt rise up my legs?”

Muħammad felt embarrassed.
Muħammad didn’t know why.
No one could hear what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had said except Muħammad…still, her now sudden interest in demeaning Muħammad’s manhood seemed to arouse Muħammad even more, and as Muħammad became aroused… Muħammad became more self-conscious about the size of what he’d considered to be a respectable cut Musalmān nūnī until less than an hour ago.
Little did Muħammad know that what Muħammad was feeling was nothing compared to what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had in store for Muħammad.*

Just than, I, her dance partner, showed back up at their booth, this time with her drink in hand.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, moved toward Muħammad…making room for me to sit with them…with her really…and as I slid in next to her, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, let out an almost inaudible sigh…a sigh that Muħammad understood all to well.
“Muħammad…this is your Hindu Bahnoī, Durgesh. Durgesh…my husband, Muħammad.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah introduced us as if Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had known both of us forever.
Muħammad extended her hand to me impishly, but oddly enough, I ignored it.
Muħammad assumed U hadn’t seen it.
The lighting wasn’t real good in there, or maybe…or maybe I was just rude on Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s express request.
Muħammad didn’t much care which.
But Muħammad did feel stupid with his hand extended and me ignoring him.
Muħammad put his hand down.
I wasn’t paying any attention to Muħammad, anyhow.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was the star of my show.
Muħammad’s, too.
Muħammad’s wife turned to him and said, “Oh, listen. A slow song. Feel like another dance, Durgesh?”

A stupid question.
I slid out of the booth, and she followed me.
This time, before going to the floor, she reached back to the table and picked up her drink.
She kicked it back in one motion.
A shot of whiskey…straight…and now down her throat.
She followed e to the dance floor.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was right, it was a much slower song, and this time we did touch.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s 5’7″ frame just folded into my ever strong Hindu body.
Even with her heels on, she only came to my shoulders.
Damn, Muħammad had to admit…Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had picked a fine specimen as usual.
Even with my coat on, Muħammad could tell I was as usual, well built.
I still looked like an athlete, and moved like one as well.
Several times during the dance, I’d say something to her, whisper it actually into her ear, and Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had look up at me with those big green eyes that separates a real red-head from the bottle variety.
Muħammad thought Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was going to kiss me once or twice, but nothing like that happened.
It was a really uneventful dance and when it was over, we returned to the booth.
This time, as Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah slid in, Muħammad was sure he’d seen a flash of her pubic hair…but Muħammad couldn’t be certain.
But Muħammad knew if Muħammad had…so too had Durgesh, I.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned her body to face her partner, placing her back to Muħammad.
She began a conversation with me, and Muħammad really couldn’t hear a word Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
With a combination of her back being toward Muħammad, and the music from the band, plus the buzz from the other patrons, Muħammad really felt left out.
Muħammad wondered if Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah knew how rude Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was being.
Muħammad wasn’t even sure she remembered Muħammad was there.
Muħammad was wrong.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad and said in a rather sharp voice,
“Didn’t you order me another drink? If you’re worried about the expense…I’ve got my own money. Haven’t I”*

Damn! Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had never said anything like that to Muħammad before.
She knew damn well Muħammad didn’t care about the cost of anything.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had simply said that to belittle Muħammad…to make Muħammad look small.
Like his cut Musalmān nūnī.
Muħammad put his hand up to summon a waitress…Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah didn’t like that.
“Shit, Muħammad. Don’t you wait for a waitress. Go get me a drink, now. And bring Durgesh a…” turning to me Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked me what I was drinking.
I answered her and Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to Muħammad.
“Bring him a juice. And get one of those drinks with an umbrella for yourself. You do so much like those weak little drinks.”
With that Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah turned back to her friend, me, and said something that amused me.
I laughed and so did she.
And as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, laughed, Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, allowed her hand to rest on my thigh.
And as Muħammad watched, her hand went from resting to stroking…to stroking my thigh, then to fondling…to placing her hand too high up for it to be touching anything other than my Uncut Hindu Lund!
Muħammad hurried off for the drinks.
He felt himself immensely ignored and humiliated.*

When Muħammad returned, we had changed positions.
I was sitting in the middle of the booth.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was at the end where I had been.
Perhaps the most obvious thing was that Muħammad couldn’t see her left hand at all.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was turned facing him, her right arm resting on the table, but her left hand was down under the cloth, down under the surface of the table.
In his gut, Muħammad knew what Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had done.
Muħammad started to get in next to her, but Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked at Muħammad and simply said,
“You need to get in on the other side, Muħammad.”
No explanation, no anything.
Just “get in on the other side.”
This of course placed me in the middle flanked by Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah on my right, and Muħammad on my left.
Muħammad placed Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s drink in front of her, and my juice in front of me.
Muħammad hadn’t ordered one for himself.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah noticed that immediately.
“Where’s your drink?”
“I don’t want one.”
“Well, of course you do!” Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, looked out across the area until Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah spotted a waitress.
“Miss…Oh, Miss.” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t usually that obvious when summoning a wait person.
Muħammad couldn’t understand why Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was now.
The waitress made her way to the table.
Before she was actually there, Muħammad’s wife called out a drink order for Muħammad.
“Can you bring my husband a drink, please. Maybe a Pink Lady or something like that. Not a real strong drink. He’s not used to manly things.”

Muħammad could have died!
Muħammad knew it was not likely, but Muħammad swear that everyone in the place heard what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said.
Now Muħammad admits he was not much of a drinker, but when Muħammad do, Muħammad usually order something along the line of gin and tonic or maybe a vodka martini, but he’d never order a drink like a Pink Lady.
Allah! Allah! My, God!
Muħammad was mortified.
And of course, I was having a field day at Muħammad’s expense.
Muħammad realized I’d still not spoken a word to Muħammad.
I was ignoring Muħammad as if Muħammad wasn’t even there.
Here Muħammad was, providing me entertainment and juice and I still hadn’t spoken to Muħammad.
Muħammad was really getting pissed off, and was just about to say something when Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah leaned over toward Muħammad and spoke.

“Muħammad. Do you know what I’m doing?”

“Other than pissing me off?”

“No, Muħammad, I mean, what I’m doing with my left hand. Do you know what I’m doing?”

Muħammad didn’t have to ask.
Be looked down at the space between the table and us and Muħammad could honestly say Muħammad was shocked!
Muħammad’s wife had taken My Uncut Hindu Lund out of my pants and was playing with it, jerking me off right there between them.
And Muħammad must say, other than the shock of seeing what Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was doing, Muħammad was even more surprised at the size of my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It was the largest Uncut Hindu Lund Muħammad’d ever seen her hold.
Now, by now you know Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and Muħammad weren’t what one would call a conventional couple…but this really was outlandish, even by her standards.
But even this was nothing compared with what was to follow.*

His wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah smiled to Muħammad,

“Muħammad, Muħammad, I want you to feel this Uncut Hindu Lund. It’s what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choots. ” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said that as normally as she could have said, “Feel this material,” or “Feel this grape.”
Muħammad knew Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah said it in a whisper, but in his ears, the words thundered!
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, might as well as had a neon sign with a flashing arrow pointing to my lap and a loud speaker blaring,
“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah’s holding Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund and wants Muħammad to feel it, too!”
Muħammad looked away, toward the dance floor.
Oh, how Muħammad wished they would stop this and go dance instead.

“Muħammad. Did you hear me? Muħammad, I want you to feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund that serve your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts . Durgesh said you can. I told him I wished my husband’s cut Musalmān nūnī was like this…so big…so hard. Go ahead, now. Put your hand down here and feel Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund for me. Be a good boy, Muħammad, or Muħammad, I swear, I’ll go down on him right here in front of everyone.”*

Muħammad knew Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, would do it, too.
Trying not to be obvious…Muħammad placed his right hand under the table and tentatively reached over, running the back of his hand over my hot, hard Uncut Hindu Lund.
The instant Muħammad’s hand bumped against it, Muħammad jerked back…as if he’d been burned by a hot piece of steel.
This didn’t make Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah happy.

“Muħammad, I told you to touch it. Put it in your hand. Close your palm around it…or as much of it as you could…and tell me what it feels like. Do it, Muħammad. Do it now.”

Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, had instructed.
Muħammad’s right palm closed around my Uncut Hindu Lund…this huge hunk of Uncut Hindu Lund meat…and Muħammad must say…Muħammad was impressed.
It was huge!
Muħammad had a random thought… Allah, thank God Muħammad didn’t have to buy this for her by the pound.
Muħammad just held it in is hand, and Muħammad felt a movement below his hand.
It was Muħammad’s wife’s.
Muħammad realized that this Uncut Hindu Lund was so big, that they both had their hands on it…and neither of them touched the other’s hand.

“What do you think, Muħammad. Isn’t it gigantic? Think what your entire extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies enjoy in their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts. Don’t you appreciate? ”

Muħammad didn’t respond.
What the hell did she expect Muħammad to say.
But Muħammad didn’t take his hand away, either.
Muħammad could feel it pulsing in his hand.
Muħammad could feel it growing!

“Muħammad, I said, ‘What do you think.'” Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah repeated, a little louder this time. “What do you think about Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad?”

“It is very nice, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah.”

“Very nice? Nice is a spring shower. Muħammad…how does it compare to yours? How does Durgesh’s man-sized Uncut Hindu Lund compare to yours? Which one do you think will give me the most pleasure? Which one do you think I should fuck, Muħammad, tonight?”

“I said it is very nice.”

“Why don’t we compare, Muħammad. Take yours out now. Let’s see yours. Show Durgesh what I usually get when you fuck me, Muħammad. Come on…take it out.”

“Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, please!”

“I’m not pleased, Muħammad. Muħammad, I want Durgesh to see your cut Musalmān nūnī . He’s shown you his. Now take yours out for him to see. He won’t laugh. Muħammad, I promise.”

“Please. Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah. Don’t do this.”

“Why not, sweetie. You were the one who brought the whole thing up. Now, we’re talking. Now, we’ll see if your cut Musalmān nūnī is as little as I seem to remember it. Show it to us now, or Muħammad, I promise you, I’ll never look at it again, much less fuck it.”

Muħammad did as Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, commanded.
Without taking his right hand off of My growing Uncut Hindu Lund, Muħammad unzipped his pants and reached in to withdraw his cut Musalmān nūnī.
It was not easy to do.
It was hard as the table top, and Muħammad only had one free hand to work with.
Besides, with both hands under the table, Muħammad was aware of how Muħammad must appear to observers.
It looked like Muħammad was diddling himself, like Muħammad was playing with my Uncut Hindu Lund.
But then, Muħammad guessed he was.
Muħammad freed his hard cut Musalmān nūnī and covered it with his hand.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah wasn’t through with Muħammad yet.

“Muħammad, jerk on it to make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard!”

Muħammad mumbled his answer.
The waitress was back with his drink.
The band had stopped playing.
The room was much quieter.
Much hotter.
The waitress was standing there.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah was waiting for Muħammad to pay for the drink.
Muħammad couldn’t!
Muħammad’s left hand had his cut Musalmān nūnī in it. His right had my Uncut Hindu Lund.
And Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kept repeating herself.
“Make it hard. Muħammad, I want to see it hard. Make it hard like Durgesh is hard! Now. Muħammad, I want to see it hard, NOW!”

“IT IS HARD, DAMN, YOU. THIS IS AS BIG AS IT GETS! YOU KNOW THAT! IT IS NOT AS BIG AS Durgesh’s. It is not as big as Durgesh’s. It is not…”

Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah reached into her purse.
She gave the waitress ten bucks and told her to keep the change.
Muħammad just looked down at the table top.
The worse thing, however, hadn’t happened yet.
Muħammad was still a few seconds away from the worse part of this story.
Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah asked Muħammad again,
“Who should I fuck, tonight, Muħammad? Who deserves this extremely beautiful ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot? Should I give it to a man like Durgesh, or to someone like you?”
Muħammad didn’t answer.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah, asked Muħammad again, but this time in a lower voice.
“Muħammad. Listen to me. Muħammad, I want you to tell me what to do. Should I give it to Durgesh? Should I let him fuck me…or do you want me to diddle that little thing of yours? Just tell me, baby. I’ll do whatever you say.”
Then the worst thing happened.
Muħammad came.
Muħammad came all over Muħammad’s hand, all over Muħammad’s zipper, all over his pants.
Muħammad shot a load of cum that didn’t seem to end.
And the more Muħammad shot, the more Muħammad felt like Muħammad couldn’t stop.
Muħammad didn’t want it to stop. Muħammad wanted to cum all night, until Muħammad flooded the bar with his jism…until Muħammad floated out of the damn place on a sea of white, sticky cum.
And as Muħammad shot his final spurt, Muħammad heard Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah say to Durgesh…
“I think Muħammad wants me to fuck you, Durgesh. Are you ready?”
There?
In the Hindu Lund Musalmān Choot International Club?
Muħammad fell from the seventh sky.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah undressed me.
I undressed her.
She played with my Uncut Hindu Lund openly.
I kissed her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Everyone was clapping.
Muħammad’s wife, Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah kissed, licked my Uncut Hindu Lund and then swallowed into her extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān mouth.
She sucked me to her heart’s content.
I entered her ultimately.
She was lying on her back.
I went between her well spread legs.
She put her legs on my shoulders.
I entered Saiyadah Åāyeshah Siddīqah and fucked her till infinity.
Muħammad thought that.
Till infinity.
My Uncut Hindu Lund never left Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Cunt after that.

Chapter 38
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

AHAL-AL BAYT-35

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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq
Muħammad Åbdullāh Hāshmī
Durgesh Musalmān houseladies

Chapter 35

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were so scared they did some research on the internet about putting a baby up for adoption, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq got so upset by the concept that she started crying.
Muħammad knew consequently now, if she was pregnant that not only would she have the baby, but she wouldn’t give it up too.
Muħammad wondered whether it was only the mother inherent or she wanted to keep the baby because the baby was fathered by Durgesh, not by Muħammad.
He felt more jealous of me.
But he knew he couldn’t compete with me ever as far as the sex was concerned.
I was the man who is celebrity now because I can fuck extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies and other Musalmān Beauties as much as they damn pleased.
It was my virtue now, not my vice.
I was being invited now in the functions and celebrations to fuck the perfectly respected Musalmān Houseladies invited there respectfully.
It was their greatest honor now that the host arranged them to be fucked by Durgesh the greatest openly.
How the hell Muħammad could blame Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq then to crave for my son in her womb, if she really craved for him?
Honestly Muħammad didn’t know what I’d do.
They loved each other and they were even married, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were both matured.
Muħammad was 44, and she 38, a great Beauty still now.
Would Muħammad want to be the father of actually Durgesh’s son from Muħammad’s wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?

But thankfully Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq got her period.
To celebrate, Muħammad got them a bottle of bubbly, and she gave me an incredible blowjob in the celebration.
Muħammad was annoyed that I’d again stolen the scene.
Almost every respectful Musalmān houselady, invited in the celebration, was fucked by me openly with all the due respect to her.
The Musalmān husbands, Musalmān fathers, Musalmān brothers, everyone even clapped praising the excellent Hindu sex kicks I was providing to their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives, Musalmān daughters, Musalmān sisters etcetera.
It was in manners now.
Muħammad gritted his teeth.
But he was helpless to do anything to stop it.
Muħammad could not believe it’s really happening now everywhere.
The Ammīs proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān daughters to fuck them to their heart’s content.
The Ammīs in law proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān daughters in law to fuck them to their heart’s content.
The Bājīs, the elder sisters, proudly handed me over to their extremely beautiful Musalmān younger sisters, if they were adult, to fuck them to their heart’s content.
Every extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady herself handed me over to another extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady related to her, after I fucked her herself to her heart’s content.
Muħammad was surprised how easily and how naturally it was done, sophisticatedly.
It was natural now.
And it was not a fantasy.
It was the cold and hard truth.
Yes, the morals of the society were still not changed forever.
But I was an exception to the morals.
Allah!
Yā Allah!

Their relationship with me changed.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s awkwardness with me was gone.
We kidded and joked around like buddies, though I was sixty four, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was thirty eight and Muħammad was forty four.
It made Muħammad jealous, but whenever Muħammad saw Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me together acting so familiar, to his immense surprise his cock stirred.
It never felt any shame or embarrassment as much as to lose its hardness.
It hardened instead.
The more he thought of me fucking his extremely beautiful Musalmān wife wildly the more his cock hardened.
Allah!
Was my Uncut Hindu Cock in his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was an inspiration now for Muħammad, instead of humiliation?
The more he watched me fucking his wife, the more he found his own manly vigor increased.
He was horrified.
Yet, to test whether his conclusion was correct he started to watch the video recording of my sexual intercourses with his own wife, before going to bed with her.
To his immense surprise he found his performance miraculously increased.
Even Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq commented smiling,
“Hey, learning how to fuck from Durgesh?”
Muħammad winked at her.
“I have every right to learn from him how to fuck. He is fucking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife now. Isn’t he?”
Muħammad guessed it was inevitable now we’d have another threesome.*

It started innocently enough.
We all decided to watch a movie on cable.
But the movie was boring.
Soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were laughing and making fun of the storyline and corny lines.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were all sitting on the sofa, and as we joked around there was a lot of touching and rubbing.
At first Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad weren’t aware of all the touching, but then all at the same time we realized Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were bunched together on the sofa, with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq squished between Muħammad and me.
The sexual tension immediately went through the roof.
Before Muħammad knew it, Muħammad and I were kissing and feeling up Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She switched back and forth, first kissing Muħammad, then turning and kissing me.
As she kissed Muħammad, Muħammad unbuttoned her blouse, and I pulled it off her without any hesitation now, whatsoever.
Then, when she turned to kiss me, Muħammad unsnapped her bra and My hands immediately went into her loosen bra cups to cup and fondle her exquisite Musalmān breasts.

It was as if Muħammad and I were in synchronization.
I undid Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s jeans, and then Muħammad pulled them down her long legs.
For me?
Well, Muħammad never realized it even.
I pulled off her panties, and then Muħammad dived between her legs to eat her out as I kissed her and fondled her tits and rubbed her nipples.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was playing with my Uncut Hindu Penis herself now.
She loved Muħammad’s tongue on and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Durgesh never gave her this pleasure.
He was the Champion of Vaginal Sex.
Durgesh never liked to eat her despite the fact that Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq loved to suck Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock.
It was utmost tasty.

As we continued to kiss and grope each other, Muħammad put on a condom and plunged his rock hard cock into her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Allah, God, she was so wet.
To his immense surprise, Muħammad actually wanted to see me fuck her, instead of fucking her himself.
What an excellent scene!
Durgesh fucking Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund filling Muħammad’s wife’s exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
Both of them fucking wildly each other savagely.

Muħammad was horrified.
Allah, no!
Was Muħammad a cuckold now?
Did Muħammad love to be cuckold to his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and her Hindu lover Durgesh?
No!!!
But even then, even after the great realization to humiliate him immensely, after a while Muħammad pulled out.
“Your turn,” Muħammad said to me.
Allah!
Muħammad is really a cuckold Musalmān husband now.
Instead of fucking his wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq himself, he was more than eager to hand over her to me, inviting me to fuck her.
But, to be honest and sincere, wasn’t it a fact that Durgesh’s sixty four years old ever young Uncut Hindu Lund looked excellent filling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s thirty eight years old comparatively young, yet immensely sophisticated, Musalmān Cunt?
Well, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was crazy to swallow Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
And Muħammad himself was crazy to watch it.

I patiently switched places with Muħammad, and as I took off my jeans, Muħammad kissed and fondled Muħammad’s wife.
“Durgesh would fuck you real good now, babe, mine was only a formal husbandly duty. The real fuck is coming to you now with Durgesh the greatest.” Muħammad hissed into her ear, and she moaned ecstatically.
Muħammad looked over at me.
I had my monster Uncut Hindu Cock out.
Muħammad should have told me to put on a condom, but Muħammad didn’t.
She’s on the pill, Muħammad reasoned to himself.

As I mounted her, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hugged me hard and groaned into my mouth.
“Allah!Oh God!” she moaned, “Durgesh, you are so fucking big!”
“Biggest?” I winked at her, lustfully.
“Certainly.” She smiled appreciating me immensely.

I reached down to squeeze her tits, and there wasn’t enough room for both of us, so Muħammad took a step back to watch.
I grinned at Muħammad, as if that was what I wanted, to have Muħammad’s wife all to myself.
I fucked her good and hard and sent to her an amazing orgasm, just like the other times.
Then I came hard shooting my Hindu seed into her young fertile Musalmān womb.

I kissed her as we came down from our orgasms.
“Come on, get off! Jījū, after all, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq is my wife, not yours. Fuck my sisters until you damn please, not my wife.” Muħammad said annoyed, hitting me on the arm.
I pulled out and Muħammad got between Muħammad’s wife’s legs.
Her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy gaped open and milky Hindu cream oozed from her ardent Musalmān lips.
The sight got Muħammad so hot Muħammad felt like Muħammad was going to faint.
Muħammad took off the condom ─ it didn’t matter at that point ─ and plunged into her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She felt incredibly loose, but knowing how she got that way, turned Muħammad on.
Muħammad fucked her hard, but Muħammad noticed she wasn’t responding as passionately with Muħammad as with me.
Muħammad told himself it was because she’d just cum.
Muħammad came hard, adding his sperm to Mine.

Afterwards, I didn’t leave like the other times.
Instead, relieved of the sexual tension, we all laughed and joked around.
It was still early so we decided to watch a different movie.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped a blanket around herself.
Both Muħammad and I put on our boxers.
Muħammad put on his t-shirt too.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq sat between us as before, naked under the blanket.*

As Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad watched the movie, Muħammad noticed Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq stealing glances at me, at my muscular Hindu arms and six pack.
Muħammad got involved in the movie.
Then Muħammad felt Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq moving under her blanket, and heard her moan softly.
Muħammad looked over, and saw the blanket moving.
I was fucking her!

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq saw Muħammad looking, then they locked eyes.
She wore a desperate, aroused look.
Muħammad got hard, leaned over and kissed her, pulling the blanket away.
Now that she had Muħammad’s permission, she reached over and slid a hand into My shorts.
Muħammad heard me groan as she wrapped her fingers around My Uncut Hindu Cock.

So here Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were, Muħammad kissing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, and she and I playing with each other.
I leaned over and squeezed one of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s nipples, making her gasp.
She turned to me and we kissed, our passion hot and urgent.

As we kissed and fondled, Muħammad began feeling like a third wheel.
I got between her legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq herself pulled down my shorts.
Almost as an after-thought, I said to Muħammad,
“Let me go first this time, okay Muħammad?”
I said it like a question, but I was already positioning My Uncut Hindu Cock between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.
With a huge lurch I impaled her on my Hindu shaft, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunting and pushing back to meet my extremely powerful Hindu thrust.
Pretty soon we were going at it, our fucking desperate and fervent.
It was as if Muħammad wasn’t even there.
Helpless, utmost disappointed, Muħammad moved to a chair across from us, and watched as I brought Muħammad’s wife to another massive orgasm.
You might think these threesomes with me would hurt Muħammad’s relationship with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, but instead we grew closer.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was giddy all the time.
She had a normal upbringing, if maybe a little conservative because of her religion, so her hookups with a guy not her husband were exciting: “break the rules” kind of things for her.
From her point of view, yes, she was acting sluttish, but she had her duly married Musalmān husband’s permission, so it was okay.
For Muħammad, it was so exciting to see Muħammad’s wife taken by me.
Muħammad felt he was crazily obsessed perhaps to watch his tremendously attractive thirty eight years old, utmost sophisticated, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, being fucked by me savagely.
He loved to watch it.
To his horror, Muħammad actually enjoyed it imagining that it was not I, he himself was instead that was fucking his wife so wildly.
Muħammad hated himself for it.
But he couldn’t get rid of his imaginations, nevertheless.
He was helpless.
He knew he had self hypnotized himself to his own immense disadvantage.
Moreover, he is still self hypnotizing himself to the same more and more.
He was addicted now to watch my unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund invading his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife’s ardent Musalmān Choot.

Muħammad couldn’t explain it, but just thinking about it made Muħammad dizzy with excitement.
Yes, it was gut wrenching, but so thrilling.

Muħammad didn’t like the way Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and I acted around each other, outside the bedroom.
Our actions were a little more intimate, touchy-feely than before ─ not as a boyfriend/girlfriend, but more than platonic friends.
Muħammad’s friends noticed it, and some of them even told Muħammad better watch out for me because I was making moves on Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.

Muħammad tried telling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq his concerns, but talking about it got Muħammad excited and hard, despite the anguish, so it always ended up with us having amazing sex.
Muħammad’s reaction got Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq believing it excited Muħammad when she flirted with me in front of our friends ─ which it did ─ so she started doing it more, delighted by how kinky and demented Muħammad was.

To celebrate Muħammad’s birthday, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq threw him a party with about 30 of our friends.
She looked amazing.
She was a head shorter than Muħammad at 5-3, with a petite slim body.
She’s got soft blonde hair that goes passed her shoulders, and a girl-next-door pretty face with freckles across her cheeks that match her bubbly, happy-go-lucky personality.
Her breasts were attractive, she wore a 32 a/b cup but perky, and she’d got amazing long legs with slim pretty feet.
See preferred jeans and flats over skirts and heels.

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq hated wearing pantyhose, feeling they were too constricting.
It was natural therefore, it surprised Muħammad that not only did she wear a dress to Muħammad’s birthday party, a little black number, but also sheer nude pantyhose, and spiky high heels.
Muħammad didn’t know where she got the high heels, Muħammad didn’t know she even owned any.
But she looked incredible!
The dress was low cut so it showed the soft swell of her bosom.
Muħammad thought she wore a push up bra as her boobs looked bigger than normal, and it ended way higher than her knees so it showed off most of her legs.
Her legs looked even more amazing than usual in the silky nylons and high heels.

Even though it was Muħammad’s birthday party, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq spent as much time with me as she didn’t even with Muħammad.
Muħammad thought our friends thought it was because she was tipsy from beer, but given how touchy-feely the two of us had been lately, he was sure all Muħammad’s friends thought Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was cheating on Muħammad with me as her lover.
More than once when the three of us were clustered in a group with other people, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq ignored Muħammad completely.
Entirely unashamed of herself, her eyes and attention used to be solely on me.

One time Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq went up to Muħammad and whispered into his ear,
“Doesn’t Durgesh look so hot tonight?” She giggled seeing the flash of excitement on Muħammad’s face, then walked away.

Around midnight Muħammad looked around for Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq but couldn’t find her anywhere.
I wasn’t around either.
We’d been all over each other all night, so Muħammad was pretty sure Muħammad knew what we were doing.
Fucking each other somewhere, wildly, savagely, as even animals were ashamed to do, what else?
Most of the people were still there so our absence wasn’t noticeable, but soon it would be, if we didn’t show up soon.
Just as Muħammad was about to have an anxiety attack, we walked in … together! WTF, couldn’t Durgesh and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq have at least come in separately?!

I said something about going out for some air, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed, and her dress creased.
In other words, she looked freshly fucked!
Muħammad could tell, and so could all Muħammad’s friends.
And they knew it was I that was fucking her.
Many of Muħammad’s friends looked at Muħammad questioningly, wondering why Muħammad wasn’t taking a slug at me.
Muħammad’s gut wrenched with jealousy and insecurity, yet at the same time his cock was hard as a rock.
His cock always hardened whenever he even thought of me, fucking his wife.
Damn his ever unfaithful cock.
It always hardened when it should have gone limp, out of sheer utmost humiliation of himself.

After Muħammad didn’t do anything, the party got back to normal, although there was a lot of whispering and gossiping going on.
Muħammad tried to catch Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s eye but she ignored Muħammad completely, still giving me all her attention, as if I myself was her husband, instead of Muħammad.
Finally when Muħammad thought Muħammad couldn’t take it anymore she came over and pulled Muħammad aside.
They had a few moments of privacy, and she kissed Muħammad open mouth.
“Can you taste Durgesh, Muħammad? He was in my mouth not long ago,” she whispered into Muħammad’s ear. Then she pushed Muħammad’s hand up her dress. The upper thighs of her pantyhose were soaked. “That’s Durgesh, his Hindu cum, spilling out of me.”

It was too much, Muħammad lurched and came in his pants.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled delightfully.
“Muħammad, I guess you’re having a good birthday,” she giggled.

“Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, wait,” Muħammad pleaded. “Everyone knows you fucked Durgesh just now. They all think you’re cheating on me.”

She shook her head and gave Muħammad a knowing look.
“They might suspect something, but they don’t know.”
Muħammad wasn’t so sure about that.
Muħammad cleaned himself up and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad re-entered the party holding hands.

Later that night back at his apartment, Muħammad pushed Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s dress up around her waist.
Her black thong panties were visible through the sheer tan nylon of her pantyhose, and the pantyhose from her crotch to mid-thighs were soaked.
“Durgesh cums a lot,” she giggled.
“Where did he fuck you?” Muħammad asked hoarsely, Muħammad’s fingers tracing the wet area of her pantyhose.

“Outside, in the back. He fucked me against the fence.”

“Weren’t you worried someone would go outside and see you? A lot of people already think you’re cheating on me.” Muħammad pulled off her pantyhose and panties and pushed his cock into her.
She felt loose and extremely wet.
One good thing about this thing with Muħammad, she no longer insisted Muħammad wear a condom, finally deciding the pill was safe enough.

She shrugged, but Muħammad caught a flash of excitement in her eye.
The excitement wasn’t from his cock though, she barely reacted to Muħammad’s being inside her, but then I was a lot bigger than Muħammad.
No, her excitement had to do with people thinking she was cheating on me.
She’d been raised Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, and had always had the reputation of being a pristine, goody-two-shoes girl.
Maybe she liked people thinking she had a bad girl streak.

As Muħammad moved inside her, she said,
“In the middle of fucking me, we heard Shyām on the other side of the fence, talking on the phone. We had to stop until he left.” She flushed excitedly.
Shyām was Muħammad’s best friend, they’d been best friends since grade school.
“God, Muħammad, Shyām wasn’t two feet from us, on the other side of the fence, and Durgesh was inside me. What if he had opened the gate and saw us. How would you like that? Shyām seeing your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife fucking Durgesh. Would you like that? Or maybe you’d want me to suck Durgesh off for Shyām, so he wouldn’t tell anyone. Would you like that? If I sucked Durgesh off and let him cum in my mouth?”
It was too much, Muħammad grunted and lurched and came.
Muħammad collapsed onto Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, physically and emotionally spent.
They lay in the darkness, their bodies entwined.
“I’m not sure how much longer I can do this,” Muħammad said. “I mean, it’s exciting, but, I mean, it’s almost too exciting.”

They talked a long time after that.
It was exciting for both of them, but it had drawbacks too.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq admitted it wasn’t the best thing for her if everyone thought she was cheating on Muħammad.
Muħammad was nervous throughout the conversation, because Muħammad thought she might break up with Muħammad, deciding she’d rather be with the more hunky Durgesh.
Muħammad knew Durgesh would take her in a second, he’d always thought she was hot, and even more so now that he’d seen her naked and knew how great she was in bed.
But to Muħammad’s relief she never even broached breaking up.

Chapter 36
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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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Ahal-Al Bayt

Durgesh Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq
Muħammad Åbdullāh Hāshmī

Chapter 34

Muħammad’s wife Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were making love in Muħammad’s bedroom.
Nothing was wrong there in it.
It came afterwards.
Muħammad had one hand inside her blouse and another up her skirt, and it was just getting really good when Muħammad’s Hindu brother in law, his extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters Live in relationship Partner, Durgesh, walked in.
“Whoa, sorry,” I said seeing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad. “Don’t worry, I’ll sleep on the couch.”
Muħammad felt bad because Muħammad knew I’d get no sleep outside in the dorm common room.
Muħammad pulled a blanket over Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad and told me to stay a while.
Muħammad figured the least they could do is drink a beer with me before dismissing me out.
Muħammad could tell Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed, and Muħammad felt her buttoning up her blouse and pulling her skirt down under the blanket.

One beer led to another.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad had already had some before I got there.
Moreover, I never took beer.
I was accompanying them with juice, instead of beer.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were getting pretty buzzed.
I rolled a joint.
Soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were high on beer and grass.
Muħammad started kissing and fondling Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
The blanket got pushed off and Muħammad’s hands were inside her blouse and up her skirt again.
It got so hot Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both forgot about me.
When Muħammad remembered, Muħammad looked over to me and expected to see me asleep, or politely pretending to be asleep, at least.
But I wasn’t.
Instead, I was deliberately, intently, watching as Muħammad kissed and fondled Muħammad’s wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.

Surprisingly, being watched by me turned Muħammad on.
So Muħammad didn’t stop or tell me to look away.
Instead, Muħammad unbuttoned Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse so he had a clear view of her lacy bra.
Right around then Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq remembered that I was in the room.
Muħammad suddenly felt her body tense.
Maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad whispered “Let’s give Durgesh a show.”

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s eyes grew wide. “Are you serious?”

Muħammad nodded.
I heard them whispering.
They knew it.

Yet in their blurred opinion, I must have thought Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were trying to figure out how to get rid of me, because I too said,
“I guess I’ll hit the sack outside.”

Again, maybe it was the beer and pot talking, but Muħammad said,
“Hey Jījū, don’t leave on our account.”
Muħammad started kissing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq again, and she didn’t stop Muħammad when Muħammad pulled off her blouse.
Muħammad reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, then pulled it off her arms and tossed it on the floor, leaving Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq topless before my eyes.

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq pressed her palms on her skirt when Muħammad tried pushing it up, stopping Muħammad momentarily, but Muħammad moved her hands and pushed it up around her waist.
Muħammad quickly pulled off her panties.
It joined her bra on the floor.
Then Muħammad moved in between her legs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was embarrassed being topless with her skirt around her waist, and Muħammad between her spread legs.
She covered her eyes with her arm.
But that didn’t stop her from moaning when Muħammad licked between her folds and flicked his tongue across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit.

I looked totally turned on.
I motioned to a chair next to Muħammad’s bed and raised an inquiring eyebrow.
Muħammad nodded.
I moved over to the chair.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s arm still covered her eyes, but Muħammad thought she sensed me sitting next to the bed.
Now I was within arm’s reach of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s naked Musalmān breasts, her flat Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān stomach, her long shapely legs.
Muħammad knew I thought she was super-hot.
To my credit I controlled myself from reaching out and groping her.
But that didn’t stop me from unzipping my own fly too and pulling out my Uncut Hindu Dick.
I was big, which bothered Muħammad, especially when I gave Muħammad a “I know you’re impressed” look.
I started exhibiting my exquisite unique legendary Uncut Hindu meat and if anything I got even bigger.
All of a sudden Muħammad felt jealous, with me getting hot looking at Muħammad’s wife.

Usually Muħammad’d get Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq off with his tongue and then fuck her, but Muħammad didn’t want to wait now.
Muħammad wanted to show Mr. Big Uncut Hindu Dick what I’d never be able to do.
So, Muħammad pulled on a condom and positioned his cock between her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips and pushed in.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as Muħammad did so, and Muħammad smiled at me, Muħammad’s message clear: you can only look, Hindu Jījū.
She’s mine.
Muħammad cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples as Muħammad fucked her, then kissed her.
She finally moved her arm away from her face, but kept her eyes closed.
Muħammad leaned back and put her long legs over his shoulders and then started to really pound her.

Muħammad’s hard fucking caused her to open her eyes, and she looked at Muħammad at first, and then turned her head slightly and looked at me.
Well, not at my face, but at my superb unique legendary hard Uncut Hindu Cock, which was just inches from her face.
I was sitting right next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad.
Muħammad didn’t fault her for what she did next.
By that time Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were all lost in lust, and it seemed like the natural thing to do.
But when Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s lips formed an O, Muħammad’s head practically exploded.
Without any hesitation, I leaned forward off the chair and then, just like that, my extremely hard, unique, legendary Uncut Hindu Cock was in Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I pushed in and, to stop herself from gagging, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq reflexively wrapped her hand around my Uncut Hindu rod to keep me from pushing further into her mouth.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s beautiful delicate Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hand around my Uncut Hindu Cock kind of gave me permission to touch her.
After all, she was even more than touching me herself first.
Wasn’t Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?

So, one of my hands went behind her beautiful head, my fingers grasping her soft blonde hair, and my other hand went down to her tits.
I’d seen how Muħammad’d fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples, the way I’d learned she liked it, and I did it the same way, causing Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to moan even with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Despite Muħammad’s feelings, the sight of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq blowing me was too much.
Muħammad could not control himself any longer.
He came immediately.
Now though, with Muħammad’s lust sated, the sight of me inside Muħammad’s wife’s extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth caused Muħammad’s heart to ache.*

Muħammad leaned back disheartened.
His soft cock slid out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
The condom fell off his dick onto the floor.
Muħammad got off the bed intending to get me to stop, but he thought I misinterpreted his actions.
Before Muħammad could react I’d moved around him onto the bed, between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s still spread ravenous Musalmān legs.
Then I pushed in, and just like that I was fucking Muħammad’s wife now more fiercely than even Muħammad did.
Again, even then, Muħammad didn’t fault Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
She hadn’t cum yet, so she was still lost in lust.
She wrapped her legs around My legs inadvertently and met not even equally, but even more aggressively than myself each of my wild Hindu thrusts.
To make it even worst, I leaned down and started kissing her while I fucked her.
Muħammad’s heart sank as Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Moments later, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled into the mattress and her body shook in orgasm, moaning into My Hindu mouth as I French kissed her through her orgasm.

I had incredible staying power.
I put her shapely legs over my shoulders as Muħammad’d done, and then pounded her so hard I practically shoved her into the headboard.
It was like watching a porno flick.
And, to his immense humiliating surprise, Muħammad couldn’t help getting aroused again.
Despite the fact it was Muħammad’s own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, getting pounded by me─ or maybe because it was Muħammad’s own wife ─ Muħammad got rock hard again.
Muħammad sat in the chair next to the bed and stroked himself as I fucked the brains out of Muħammad’s extremely beautiful exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
At one point Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad in the chair playing with himself as she got fucked by me.
The next time she looked a few moments later, Muħammad was spurting all over Muħammad’s hand.

Muħammad thought she came at least once more.
But I still kept on fucking her more and more vigorously.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq shouted involuntarily in wild animal lust,
“Bravo, that’s right, fuck me. Fuck me, Durgesh, as none has fucked me ever. Fuck me in every sex position possible and even impossible, if you can. Watch, even my husband is enjoying our wild animal sex now. Fuck me now until I exist.”
Muħammad was stunned and dumbfounded.
He never even imagined, his own wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, would welcome my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot so wildly, so entirely unashamed of herself.*

I kept pounding her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq kept responding me more fiercely and more aggressively than even myself.
Muħammad never knew his wife was so ravenous to get my Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
But the fact was before his own eyes.
Suddenly he remembered it was being telecast alive on the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements.
Allah!
Allah, no!
No!
Muħammad was suddenly horrified.
The millions of persons who loved to watch the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements, were watching now Muħammad’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, being fucked by me in every possible and even every impossible sex position if I can fuck her in that.
Allah, why the hell had he permitted the special private channels of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s Seven Movements to fix TV Cameras in his own bedroom?
But how could he refuse to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself?
She has vowed to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
She wanted his cooperation.
Muħammad couldn’t afford to refuse.
Even then he had protested.
“Your people have already fixed cameras in my entire Musalmān houseladies’ bedrooms who have sexual relations with Durgesh. But it’s my bedroom.”
“We want your wife, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, too enjoy Durgesh’s unique legendary Uncut Hindu Lund.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had told him smiling cunningly.
Muħammad had as if fallen from seventh sky.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed melodically.
“Why the you backward Pseudo Musalmīn still believe that you have proprietorial rights even on the bodies of your Musalmān wives? Why the hell your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives can’t live nude if they have exquisite extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bodies to display openly everywhere if they want to? It’s Ved Nagar. It’s not your bloody Pseudo Musalmān Saåūdī Årab that’s too now Al Jamhūriyat Al Årabiyat. Modern Democratic Arabia.”

The mega sex session of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me lasted even more than one complete month.
“It’s your wife’s Honeymoon with Durgesh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had laughed, “Let everyone watch how happy Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Lund can make your extremely beautiful yet ravenous Musalmān houseladies. Don’t ever try to disturb even.”
Countless times Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq had her orgasm in the period.
So had I too.
Muħammad suspected Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was even pregnant now with my son in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.
But he wasn’t sure.

Finally, I tensed up once more and then I violently slammed into her, again and again.
Finally I pulled out, and Muħammad realized in horror I hadn’t worn a condom.
The evidence of what I’d done was apparent as my milky Hindu cum leaked out of Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as soon as I pulled out finally.
He was now almost sure I have impregnated her.

Durgesh had the good graces to quickly get off Muħammad’s wife and get into my own bed.
Muħammad got into bed next to Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad both passed out.

The next morning, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad woke up snuggled against each other.
I must have gotten up earlier, he thought, and I had the good graces to not stick around.
It was awkward at first, but soon Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were giggling and laughing at how wild things had gotten.
Muħammad meant, neither of them were prudes, and even though they hadn’t planned it, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were young and open to new things as long as no one got hurt.
When Muħammad asked how it was to have Durgesh, her eyes got kind of dreamy, and she said,
“Well, Muħammad, I never really thought of him that way, but, well, wow!” Then she saw the insecure look on Muħammad’s face and quickly added, “but of course he’s a Hindu. Naturally, I like you more.”
Muħammad guessed she thought Muħammad needed more reassurance, because she got on top of him and they had a long slow fuck.
He had managed to pretend that it was all right if his wife celebrated her Honeymoon with me so wildly for more than even a complete month.
In his opinion, he hadn’t another option.*

At first Muħammad was pissed, feeling I took advantage of the situation.
Part of it was his own insecurity, however, after seeing me fuck Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq.
I was more muscular than Muħammad, even at my sixty four, and have a bigger dick, and Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq seemed to enjoy both.
But eventually things returned to normal.
In some ways we grew even closer.
Incredible?
Amazing?
Wasn’t it?
Nevertheless it was true.
Muħammad, surprisingly felt himself somewhat indebted and immensely grateful to me that I at least satisfied his wife to her heart’s content sexually that Muħammad could never do.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were husband and wife, but not great friends.
But now I often complimented Muħammad how hot a wife Muħammad’s had, and how lucky Muħammad was.

It was awkward though when the 3 of us were in the same room.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq avoided talking about me, but sometimes Muħammad’d catch her looking at me, indebtedly and gratefully.
Muħammad saw me stealing glances at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq too, even more than I used to.
Muħammad started remaining with Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq more to avoid seeing me, but that didn’t give them much privacy because Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s roommates were home a lot more than me.

About a month after it happened, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in my room making out. Muħammad’s had Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s blouse unbuttoned and Muħammad’s hand inside her bra when I walked in.
WTF!
Didn’t he see the hanger on the door?
They pulled away from each other.
I muttered apologies, but Muħammad noticed even then my eyes were on Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s open blouse.
Muħammad looked at Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and to Muħammad’s surprise, her eyes were on My Hindu crotch, entirely unashamed of herself.
There was immense appreciation instead in her eyes.
I wore sweat pants.
My Uncut Hindu Dick made a huge tent in the fleece material.
The attraction between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and me was unmistakable.
The sexual tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Muħammad didn’t know what took hold of him.
But instead of asking me out, Muħammad pulled Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq to him and started kissing her again.
Muħammad put his hand back inside her bra and rubbed her nipple.

For a while they made out like that, pretending like I wasn’t there.
Muħammad moved down Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s body and pushed up her short skirt.
Muħammad pulled her panties down her long legs.
They were soaking, and her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips glistened with excitement.
Muħammad opened her legs and went down on her.

Muħammad purposely avoided looking at me.
After eating her for a little while, Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s moans and writhing became more intense.
Muħammad looked up, not surprised to see me all over her.
We were kissing, and My hands had replaced Muħammad’s on her breasts.
Muħammad was busy in eating her Pussy while Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was kissing me passionately.
Allah!
Yā Allah!
I finished taking off her blouse and bra, and expertly rubbed and fondled her tits and nipples.

“Wait, wait,” she panted, out of breath and her chest heaving. She pushed me away. “Muħammad, come here.”

Muħammad moved to her.
She took out Muħammad’s dick and stroked him.
Then she took Muħammad into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
Muħammad groaned and Muħammad’s head rolled back with the pleasure.

“That’s so hot!” I said watching Muħammad’s wife give Muħammad head.
Muħammad saw a smile cross Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s face, even with Muħammad’s cock in her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.
I moved between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s legs, and raised an eyebrow at Muħammad.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked at Muħammad too, but her face didn’t reveal what she wanted.
Muħammad’s lust definitely controlled him, all good sense gone.
Muħammad nodded at me, and he gave me a big eager smile.

I pulled out my big Uncut Hindu Cock and moved up between Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s thighs.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq grunted as I entered her.
“Allaaaaaaaaaaaah!Oh God!” she groaned.

She took Muħammad back into her extremely beautiful extremely eager exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, but she clearly had trouble concentrating on blowing Muħammad, with I impaling her with my long thick Hindu monster.
She gave up altogether on sucking Muħammad when I put her legs over her shoulder and began pounding her.

Panting, Muħammad moved over to My bed just a few feet away, and sat on the edge of the bed.
I was more muscular than Muħammad and I was an impressive sight with my Hindu body all tensed up as I pounded Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
I leaned into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq, pressing her legs against her chest, and she clutched the sheets as if holding on for dear life.*

From my vantage point, Muħammad had a clear view of how Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s bare extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips, she kept herself hairless except for a tiny landing strip above her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān clit, strained to accommodate My Hindu girth.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was incredibly long, it was like a python moving in and out of her.
It amazed Muħammad seeing me fucking her.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was so long it seemed to take forever to slide in and out of her as I slow stroked her.
I definitely had an effect on her by her pants and the ecstasy on her face.
It was gut wrenching knowing Muħammad couldn’t fuck her the same way as me.

To make it even worse, Muħammad realized I wasn’t wearing a condom.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq was on birth control, but the pill wasn’t fool proof.
Muħammad always wore a condom because she was freaked about getting pregnant.
Her older sister had gotten pregnant and they were Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān, so she dropped out of college, married the father and had the baby.
Fortunately her sister loved her husband, but Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t want that to happen to her.
It surprised Muħammad that Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq let me into her again bareback.
This was the second time.
But then she was so caught up in lust, just like Muħammad himself, she didn’t realize it.
Muħammad could stop me of course but then the memory came to Muħammad of the last time, how my thick baby making Hindu seed oozed out of her extremely beautiful exquisite excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Muħammad got lightheaded with excitement and Muħammad knew Muħammad didn’t have the willpower to stop me from shooting my fertile Hindu sperm into Muħammad’s wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb.

“Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God! Allah!Oh God!,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq panted as I long stroked her with My Uncut Hindu Cock .
I leaned down and kissed her.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq didn’t resist, instead she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me back.
Muħammad could tell from our cheeks that our tongues were down each other’s throat.

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq’s toes curled, and Muħammad knew she was cumming.
She groaned her orgasm into my Hindu mouth, her back arching with the pleasure.
Moments later, My body tensed.
I pushed deepest into Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and stayed there, and from my convulsions Muħammad could tell I was cumming too, ejaculating my Hindu seed into her.
Muħammad wondered if I had just gotten Muħammad’s wife pregnant.
Muħammad knew this was her most fertile time of the month.
With that thought Muħammad came too, without even touching himself, his sperm shooting onto his thighs and chest.

I again had the good graces to leave and give Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūqand Muħammad some privacy.
As soon as I left Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad started giggling and laughing, just like last time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad were in awe at themselves, how wild they’d been, not just once but for the second time.
Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq and Muħammad weren’t prudes, but normal citizens, even hot blooded ones didn’t do this type of thing, did they?

“Muħammad, I can’t believe you actually gave Durgesh permission to fuck me,” Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq smiled appreciating him.

Muħammad hid his embarrassment with a shrug.
“I don’t know what it is, but seeing Durgesh fucking you really turns me on,” Muħammad said truthfully.

Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq looked wide-eyed at Muħammad, and then gave him an excited smile.
“Oh, Allah! My God, Muħammad, that’s so hot!” she said excitedly.
She got on top of Muħammad ─ by that time Muħammad was hard again ─ and they fucked like rabbits.

The next day reality hit.
What would they do if I had knocked up Ħafsah Ůmar Fārūq?
Due to her religious beliefs, getting a morning after pill wasn’t an option, nor was an abortion if it came to that.

Chapter 35
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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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