Imrān Hāshmī bit down hard on his lip to stop himself from crying out.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was fucking him in his ass.
It was a great mistake that, Imrān Hāshmī thought the entire underworld was Muslim dominated.
Yes, most of the underworld consisted of Pseudo Musalmīn, but not the entire.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was there too.
Imrān Hāshmī loved Rājesh Rājpūt that Rājesh Rājpūt must fuck Imrān Hāshmī in his ass, but when Shankar Mahāpralayankar announced to punish Imrān Hāshmī by himself fucking Imrān Hāshmī, even Rājesh Rājpūt couldn’t save Imrān Hāshmī.
He was Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s mare now.
Mare, not horse.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar was constantly pumping nonstop.
Allah målūm how Shankar Mahāpralayankar had succeeded in establishing that Imrān Hāshmī was dead now.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had murdered him.
The dead body, Shankar Mahāpralayankar successfully established that it was that of Imrān Hāshmī was arranged by his persons from some hospital.
Pain, pleasure, Imrān Hāshmī was experiencing both.
Almost unbearable pleasure.
Imrān Hāshmī could silence himself no longer.
His gay Musalmān body shuddered uncontrollably as Imrān Hāshmī climaxed.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar still didn’t withdraw his still erect Uncut Hindu Penis from Imrān Hāshmī’s feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī rested his feminine buttocks in Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Hindu groin.
He knew Shankar Mahāpralayankar would fuck him again.
In the meantime, Shankar Mahāpralayankar stood up proudly and stared down at Imrān Hāshmī.
“So you say you haven’t murdered Muħammad bin Qāsim?” Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s Uncut Hindu Penis was still throbbing into Imrān Hāshmī’s round firm perfect feminine ass.
Imrān Hāshmī was panting.
“Señor, I’m a gay. More than ninety-nine percent I am feminine. How can I murder an underworld personality as successful as Muħammad bin Qāsim was?”
“Ummil Åālmīn, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim, wanted you to replace Muħammad bin Qāsim, didn’t she?”
Al Zakāt Al Qāsim smiled at Shankar Mahāpralayankar.
“Shankar, Muħammad bin Qāsim was my younger brother. Abbū tried his best to stop his underworld activities. That’s why I wanted Imrān Hāshmī to replace my younger brother Muħammad bin Qāsim.”
She was all-nude with me.
I was fucking Al Zakāt Al Qāsim from her gorgeous behind.
Imrān Hāshmī was licking my Uncut Hindu Penis when it came out of his sister, Al Zakāt Al Qāsim’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .
It was Ved Nagar and Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog was normal here.
Shankar Mahāpralayankar smiled at me,
“Durgesh, I don’t think Imrān Hāshmī can kill even a rat or fly.”
“Thank you.” Imrān Hāshmī gratefully pushed his feminine buttocks into Shankar Mahāpralayankar’s lap, surrendering his gorgeous feminine ass to Shankar Mahāpralayankar thus, in immense indebtedness.*
Muħammad Ibrāhīm knew Durgesh would never let down him.
How wrong he was.
He hated Durgesh because Durgesh was fucking Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s beautiful sisters, Jamīlah Nādir, Åzīzah Nādir, Fauziyah Nādir, Ghazālah Nādir, Zulékħah Nādir, Bilqīs Nādir and Tayyabah Nādir.
He was the only brother among seven sisters.
His Ammī, Kulsūm Åbbās, loved his only son very much.
Even his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, was very proud of Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad was in the Board of Directors in Al Qāsim Rolling, Casting and Engineering Company.
“Abbū,” Muħammad Ibrāhīm had protested, “we are millionaire. You have done very much for your children. All my seven sisters are highly educated and running their own businesses. Yet, their affair with the Hindu multi zillionaire Durgesh…”
“Durgesh is your friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.” his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, interrupted Muħammad Ibrāhīm curtly.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“She is right, Muħammad Ibrāhīm. Durgesh has a great contribution in not only our success, but our Bahū Bégum’s family’s success as well.”
“I know. But I can’t pay Durgesh with my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said curtly.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“Well, I am ready to pay Durgesh with my sisters for the prosperity and protection my family is receiving from him.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm watched his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, scrutinizing her.
“What do you mean?”
“You are ready to pay Durgesh with your sisters only for the prosperity and protection your family is receiving from him? Not with yourself too?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled prudently.
“I see. So you still doubt that Durgesh fucks me too?”
“I know Durgesh fucks his Musalmān friends’ extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies. Most of my friends have adjusted with the inevitable because their extremely beautiful Musalmān Houseladies themselves are adamant to fuck Durgesh. They shamelessly say:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Allah, my own sisters say so.”
Muħammad Ibrāhīm gritted his teeth.
Al Waħīd Al Muħammad smiled.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm, your sisters are modern young ladies. All of them are highly educated and Durgesh helped them in establishing their own businesses.”
“Their own husbands don’t mind it. Why the hell do you?”
“That’s what I am trying to tell your foolish son, Abbū.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said curtly.
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm,” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad admonished his somewhat communal somewhat backward son, “It’s twenty first century. Your sisters have their own fundamental human rights and women rights too. Their sex life is their personal life. When their husbands…”
“Their husbands are selling my sisters.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm thundered at his Abbū, Al Waħīd Al Muħammad, “They themselves have extramarital affairs. Why the hell they mind if my sisters are foolish enough to sell themselves to Durgesh to get financial support for their husbands and themselves too?”
“I see.” Al Waħīd Al Muħammad said curtly.
“I too.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said.
“Durgesh has fucked your brains too.” Muħammad Ibrāhīm said furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān cooed.
“Thanks for the compliment, my dear husband.”
“It’s not a compliment.”
“That’s what you think.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at her foolish Musalmān husband, “I take it as a compliment that the great Durgesh, the multi zillionaire, the lifelong chairman of HVSI Group of Business Enterprises, is interested in me sexually. It means something else too.”
“That you are sexually incompetent.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān humiliated Muħammad Ibrāhīm deliberately.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was too furious to respond his wife.
He always suspected Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān never had any platonic relationship with me.
No Musalmān Beauty with brains could have any platonic relationship with me ever.
When I was such a damnfool that I always establish my Musalmān women financially establishing their own separate business establishment, why the hell any Musalmān Beauty with brains wouldn’t get benefited from it?
Okay, let the Hindu damnfool fuck her.
Even their husbands and their inlaws supported them.
Money had its own ethics.
My one fourth Uncut Hindu Lund was already into Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
It was rock hard.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say.
“Shut up.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān said, smiling into my eyes, “I never accepted the platonic relationship you always offered to me so obdurately. Durgesh, don’t you think ever that you were insulting me, thus?”
I fell as if from the seventh sky.
“All of my sisters, all of my cousins, all of my girlfriends, were enjoying grand sex with you and luxuries your never ending money could buy for them. Yet, I was still only your friend’s girlfriend for you.”
“Bhābhījān, how could I cheat Muħammad Ibrāhīm? He was my friend.”
“Stop acting the damn ethical.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān pushed her Musalmān Cunt again on my Uncut Hindu Prick.
My Uncut Hindu Prick entered her Musalmān Cunt half of it now.
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān herself fucking me.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was in jail.
Muħammad Åbdullah had told me that Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān doesn’t want him out on bail.
I couldn’t believe Muħammad Åbdullah.
But now, I wasn’t so sure.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān perhaps never loved her husband, Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
I was mistaken.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm was also mistaken.
But why the hell then Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān married Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Was she playing some deep game?
I should find out.
Was she behind it herself?
Did she herself mastermind her husband’s arrest?
Did she marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm to destroy him completely?
I should find out.
I should find out.
I should protect my friend from this mastermind bitch.
What a woman?
I never suspected her even while she was so openly unashamed of her activities.
Shakīlah Sultān always grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis.
She always winked at me lewdly.
Once she even unzipped me and entered her right hand to grab my Uncut Hindu Penis.*
I was startled.
“Oh, shut up, fuck me, you Hindu idiot.”
“Stop it, Bhābhījān; after all, there must be some limit.”
“Your friend is a religious damn fool. I married him only because he is a Musalmān and you are not. Now, didn’t you promise me that you’d personally take care of me if Muħammad Ibrāhīm ever failed?”
I was dumbfounded.
“I didn’t mean it to the extent you thought, Bhābhījān.”
“Why not? Your friend is an idiot. He fucks me in darkness only.”
“It’s a customary excuse most of you Musalmān wives use to justify your infidelity,” I laughed, “to justify your extramarital affair with us Hindus. Stop it, Bhābhījān. I know it isn’t true.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis and had already brought it out of my shorts.
Now she was squeezing it playfully.
It was rock hard.
“It is true. And you have to fill the gap now.”
“What do you mean?”
“Muħammad Ibrāhīm is a poor fucker. You are the best, they say. Now provide me what your friend is not providing.”
“You promised me you’d provide me everything Muħammad Ibrāhīm wouldn’t. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, but I never meant sex too.”
“Well, you never said that.”
“Well, wasn’t it obvious?”
“No. I still had your Uncut Hindu Penis in my hand when you promised me it.”
“Bhābhījān, try to understand me. You were crazy for me then. How the hell otherwise could I convince you to marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
“You promised me specifically that if I married Muħammad Ibrāhīm I would have extramarital affair with you too. Didn’t you?”
“Because you wanted to fuck me then and there.”
“And I did it, didn’t I?”
“Yes,” I was furious now, “you fucked me. You made me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm. He didn’t get your virginity, your cherry. You gave it to me.”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled cunningly.
“It was nothing my dear. It was only a trailer. Don’t forget we entered a treaty, a written treaty that you’d provide me everything, including sex too, if Muħammad Ibrāhīm failed to provide me anything to my satisfaction.”
I watched her incredulously.*
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at Shakīlah Sultān.
“So you want to fuck Durgesh before you marry Muħammad Ibrāhīm?”
Shakīlah Sultān winked at her.
“I want Muħammad Ibrāhīm cuckolded, but not at once. He must suffer gradually increasingly.”
“I thought you loved him.”
“I can’t love a Pseudo Musalmān.” Shakīlah Sultān said scornfully, “I hate the bastards immensely and love them all cuckolded to their Musalmān wives, their Musalmān Houseladies and their Hindu lovers.”
“May I ask why?”
“They are blots to Islam and I am an ardent Musalmān.”
“So you want to punish them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled prudently.
“Cuckold Your Musalmān husband is my movement, dearie.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “The Pseudo Musalmīn hate me immensely because I patronize Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club. It’s my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan’s first international major success. Even the Western countries finance it because it keeps Hindu Muslim Unity shattered. After 1857, the Westerners are so afraid of Hindu Muslim Unity that they never want them united.”
“But Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union is itself Hindu Muslim Unity. Don’t the bastard Westerners understand it?”
“They believe that the name Hindu Lund Muslim Choot International Club would excite Musalmīn. They would feel humiliated and therefore never reconcile with Hindus.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was smiling cunningly.
“Well, what’s wrong in it if the Westerners think so? Aren’t Musalmīn so communal now that they can’t bear this name for an international series of clubs?”
“They are. They are. But it would arrange and increase Hindu Lund Muslim Choot union however.”
“But most of the Pseudo Musalmīn are Uneducated/Under Educated. They form the most of the underworld even calling it shamelessly Muslim Underworld too. Won’t they kill Hindus if they feel humiliated to the extent?”*
Long lashes swept upward, dark eyes regarded me with the unabashed frankness of a speculator looking over a piece of property.
She shifted her extremely beautiful nude Musalmān legs on my nude Hindu male shoulders.
My Uncut Hindu Penis once more vanished into her until virgin Musalmān Cunt to my balls.
She smiled at me cunningly.
“I’m going to like this case.” I smiled too.
“I hope you do, Muħammad Ibrāhīm Bhāījān needs a good lawyer.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said, “Yet, the best lawyer he could have is now being attacked by his own Musalmān Houseladies nonstop.”
“Why are you so against your own brother?”
“Why is his own wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, is against her own husband?”
“That can’t be your own reason too.”
“Why do you want your own brother should get gas chamber?”
“He never helped my husband. He cheated him always.”
“Isn’t that what you yourself are doing now?”
“Cheating Abul Ħakam?” Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her long lashes once more, “You don’t know me, my Hindu fucker. I can’t cheat Abul Ħakam ever.”
“What is this then? Your beloved husband is suffering from Aids and you persistently requested me to fuck you.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s beautiful eyes were suddenly full of tears.
“He permitted me only when I feigned I was ravenously dying to get sex. Suffering from Aids, Abul Ħakam couldn’t do it himself, so…”
“What do you exactly want from me?”
“I want to test what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī suggested me.”
My mouth was suddenly filled with extreme bitterness.
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Yes, now I don’t have another alternative.”
“Are you crazy? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī both hate Pseudo Musalmīn deadly. They want them humiliated extremely. Don’t you know it?”
“I know,” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said patiently, “but I too think the criminals/criminal minded Pseudo Musalmīn deserve what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī are doing with them.”
“How innocent are you!” I said sarcastically, “Don’t you realize they are actually cuckolding your Musalmān husband?”
“Under their Cuckold Your Musalmān husband movement?”
“What do you think?”
“Durgesh, well, they have a theory that my husband can survive if he himself allows me to have sex with you and cleans my private parts with his tongue after that.”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī?”
“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd said.
“Are you really PhD?”
“I know what you are thinking of me. But what the another alternative do I have? I can do anything for his survival.”
“You are crazy.”
“No, I’m desperate.” Al Furqān Al Waħīd contradicted me, “A desperate can do anything whatsoever if there is even an infinitesimal possibility.”
“I can’t appreciate Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Imāmzādī Ħumairah Qāzī, neither I can even forgive them for it. They are humiliating a person that’s already dying.”
“But he is recovering, méré Hindu Piyā.”
“What?” I was crestfallen.
I couldn’t believe her.
“That’s right. I know you won’t believe it. Even I couldn’t. But believe it or not.Since Abul Ħakam has allowed me to have sex with you and is licking my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass, Abul Ħakam is really recovering surprisingly fast. The doctors had decided Abul Ħakam should go through one more operation. But when we reached there, for the operation, the doctors have suddenly found the operation isn’t needed any more, at least now. Tell me if it isn’t the effect of what we are doing, our threesome I mean, why otherwise it’s happening?”
“It may be a coincidence only.”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd watched me attentively.
“Sorry, Durgesh, I don’t believe what you say. I respect you the most, but…”
“You respect me?” I looked at her quite surprised. My unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis was diving into her until virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt to my balls, remaining there enough to get content abundantly, coming out till only its head remained inside, and then again plunging more vigorously, till again it’s inside her tight Musalmān Cunt upto my balls to remain there again till I was entirely content with it abundantly, “You only respect me even now?”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd’s expressive eyes were suddenly intensely cold.
“’I see. You want to hear from me that I love you now. Don’t you?”
“Isn’t it natural?”
“I think so. But I respect you to the extent that I can’t lie to you even if I wanted to. It would never be convincing enough to you. Moreover, I would hate myself very much for it, so much that I can’t live normally with my lies to you. It would shatter down my own self respect in my own eyes.”
“Al Furqān Al Waħīd, we are making love…”
Al Furqān Al Waħīd raised her right hand up, in my sentence.
“No, we aren’t.”
“We aren’t making love. I don’t love you. Neither I am capable to love anyone else except Abul Ħakam. Sorry.”
“The hell we aren’t making love.” I said somewhat irritated, “I’m fucking you vigorously…”
“That you are fucking me.”
“I didn’t get you.”
“We are fucking each other. That’s it. We are fucking each other. That’s all. I respect you the most for it that you are kind enough to fuck me. I need it. I need your unique legendary Uncut Hindu Penis into my Musalmān Cunt very much. But that is the all you can get from me in return. I honor you. And I’d honor you the most till Abul Ħakam and I do exist anywhere. Abul Ħakam does also honor you not less than I do.”
4. On History
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Sāimah Arzumand felt deep down she’d behaved terribly.
For the last few months, Sāimah Arzumand had been sleeping with her adopted Hindu son, Durgesh.
The sad part, according to her, was that although Sāimah Arzumand was emotionally conflicted, Sāimah Arzumand just couldn’t help herself and not even intended to stop either.
Hell, how could she imagine an utmost experienced man of sixty-three years might be her son while Sāimah Arzumand was only forty three now?
Only because her husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, had adopted him?
And why the hell he allowed his real daughter Al Zakāt Al Qāsim to have live in relationship with Durgesh if Durgesh was his legally adopted son?
It began just about 11 months ago.
At the time, Sāimah Arzumand was a pretty typical career woman of 42, divorced for nine years.
Sāimah Arzumand’s job as a junior executive kept her busy and, as a result, Sāimah Arzumand did not have much time for dating.
In fact, Sāimah Arzumand had not been on a date in almost two years.
However, it was not that Sāimah Arzumand didn’t long for male companionship.
I was home from office for Eīdul Fitr break and had picked up some odd hours working at a local hardware megastore.
The megastore was run by a Musalmān Beauty of mine.
I wanted to help her.
Sāimah Arzumand had been keeping crazy hours herself on an assignment, so Sāimah Arzumand didn’t get to spend as much time with me as Sāimah Arzumand would have liked.
Sāimah Arzumand’s team and Sāimah Arzumand finally wrapped up the project and made their presentation to senior management, which could not have gone any better.
Sāimah Arzumand’s lady boss was very pleased by the outcome.
Since she knew how many hours Sāimah Arzumand had been putting in, she told Sāimah Arzumand to go home early and relax for a change.
Sāimah Arzumand had been so nervous about the meeting, she barely slept the evening before, and so getting released at one o’clock on a Friday was just what the doctor ordered.
Sāimah Arzumand drove home with the top down, one of the perks of living in Arizona during the winter.
Sāimah Arzumand was feeling somewhat giddy, pleased with herself, and couldn’t wait to tell me about her success.
Sāimah Arzumand also made a mental note to call Sāimah Arzumand’s daughter, Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim, as she knew she’d want to know.
Al Nafīsah Al Qāsim was thirty-six year younger than Durgesh, only twenty-seven now, and had married her high school sweetheart only a year after graduation.
Her husband Shāhid Nadīm took a job in another state.
Sāimah Arzumand rarely saw her and missed her greatly.
When Sāimah Arzumand arrived home, Sāimah Arzumand saw another car in Sāimah Arzumand’s spot on the driveway, and realized it belonged to my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Sāimah Arzumand parked on the street and headed in to share the good news.
Sāimah Arzumand walked around the house and didn’t see anyone.
She looked out the kitchen window towards their pool.
To say Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by what Sāimah Arzumand saw would be a huge understatement!
Nauhīd Rizwānah was lying on her back on a chaise lounge, her legs spread wide, completely naked.
I, equally bare, was on my knees between her legs, obviously kissing her sex.
I was 63 at the time.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was no virgin, but Sāimah Arzumand just never imagined me doing something like that in Sāimah Arzumand’s own backyard.
Nauhīd Rizwānah had her hands on top of my head.
Sāimah Arzumand could just make out whimpering sounds through the open window.
My waist was moving and it looked like I was fucking her as I worked my Uncut Hindu Prick.
As shocked as Sāimah Arzumand was, Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t turn her eyes away.
Part of her wanted to run outside and put a stop the lewd display and part of her wanted to turn her heels and run away, yet there Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Sāimah Arzumand moved to the side a bit to hide herself as best she could, but even then, Sāimah Arzumand watched with rapt attention.
It was the great Durgesh.
Making love to one of his horniest Musalmān Beauties openly.
What a man.
What a man.
Never ashamed of anything he did.
Even though Sāimah Arzumand had enjoyed a decent sex life, Sāimah Arzumand would not have called it remotely adventurous.
On a couple of occasions, Sāimah Arzumand may have done some heavy petting outdoors, but nothing like what Nauhīd Rizwānah, my girlfriend and I were doing so openly.
Sāimah Arzumand had never even viewed a porn video.
This was the first time Sāimah Arzumand had ever actually seen someone making love.
As weird as it was to watch my girlfriend, Nauhīd Rizwānah, and me, a titillating thrill ran though Sāimah Arzumand’s body at Sāimah Arzumand’s overt voyeurism.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s groans began to get louder and her hips began rolling back and forth, pressing into my waist.
Under other circumstances, Sāimah Arzumand would have been worried about the neighbors overhearing, but at that moment, Sāimah Arzumand was getting desperate to see more so Sāimah Arzumand really didn’t care.
My waist moved faster as Sāimah Arzumand was sure I sensed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s urgency.
Sāimah Arzumand stood rooted to the ground, knowing Sāimah Arzumand was actually about to see another woman cum for the first time.
Sāimah Arzumand hated to admit it, but at that moment Sāimah Arzumand’s blood was flowing like never before and Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was getting warm and wet.
The sight was so intoxicating.
Nauhīd Rizwānah’s taut young Musalmān body was glistening with sweat as she rode my Uncut Hindu Lund.
It had been ages since Sāimah Arzumand had been fucked.
Sāimah Arzumand immensely realized how the hell she missed it.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself feeling jealous of Nauhīd Rizwānah and the attention Nauhīd Rizwānah was obviously enjoying.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but grasp her skirt and drag it up her legs.
An instant later, Sāimah Arzumand’s right palm was pressed between Sāimah Arzumand’s legs, as she began diddling her sex.
Truth be told, Sāimah Arzumand did masturbate fairly regularly, but Sāimah Arzumand had never done it in the kitchen, and certainly never while watching something like that.
Just seconds after Sāimah Arzumand started touching herself, Nauhīd Rizwānah arched her back and thrust her crotch into my Uncut Hindu Lund as she came with a roar.
Sāimah Arzumand had never before even contemplated another woman’s orgasm, but she really looked lovely in the throes of passion.
Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes had rolled back in her head, clearly basking in the sensations.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers quickened as Sāimah Arzumand stroked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a fever she never would have expected.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered if the show was over or if there was an act two Sāimah Arzumand could take in.
The display was driving Sāimah Arzumand crazy with desire.
After Nauhīd Rizwānah relaxed back onto the lounge, I got to my feet and stood next to her.
My left side was towards Sāimah Arzumand.
Instantly Sāimah Arzumand’s eyes were drawn to my Hindu groin.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was fully erect, standing almost directly upright from my crotch.
Sāimah Arzumand had not seen me naked since she hated me that I fucked the poor Musalmān Beauties.
Poor Musalmān Beauties needed sex their Musalmān mankind never provided them under this or that pretext.
Durgesh and the other sex maniac Hindus always took advantage of them.
Sāimah Arzumand never liked that.
I was clearly larger than Sāimah Arzumand’s ex-husband, Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, and even bigger than the other three men Sāimah Arzumand had been with, in Sāimah Arzumand’s life.
It was not obscenely large, but appeared to be at least eight inches from where Sāimah Arzumand stood.
Sāimah Arzumand instantly wondered what it would feel like buried inside Sāimah Arzumand.
Allah, what the hell was Sāimah Arzumand thinking.
I said something to Nauhīd Rizwānah that Sāimah Arzumand could not make out.
Then I reached my strong Hindu arms under her nude Musalmān legs and back and easily lifted her off the lounge.
A moment later, I tossed her shrieking into the pool.
Nauhīd Rizwānah landed with a splash and Sāimah Arzumand wondered if Sāimah Arzumand should run before being found out.
I moved to the edge of the pool and sat down facing Sāimah Arzumand.
My feet dangled in the water, and my legs were spread wide, opening my superb legendary Hindu crotch to Sāimah Arzumand’s gaze.
I had a big smile on my face, and Sāimah Arzumand could see my Uncut Hindu Penis was still hard as a rock.
Sāimah Arzumand heard me say,
“Get over here you Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitch, time to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.”
Sāimah Arzumand was shocked by my boldness, but also felt a shiver run through her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
For years, Sāimah Arzumand had fantasized about being taken by a demanding man, being forced to submit to her every whim.
Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was literally flowing and Sāimah Arzumand’s little panties were soaking wet.
Allah, my God, Rabbil åālmīn.
Nauhīd Rizwānah paddled her way toward me until she stood before me in waist-deep water.
Her body blocked Sāimah Arzumand’s view of my proud Uncut Hindu Cock, but when she leaned over it didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing.
Sāimah Arzumand could see her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān head moving up and down, and knew she must have taken me in her ardent Musalmān mouth.
I had one arm on the deck for balance while the other rubbed the back of my Musalmān girlfriend’s head.
I began mouthing encouragement to her.
Sāimah Arzumand could barely make out what I was saying.
So Sāimah Arzumand moved closer to the window.
“That’s it baby, suck My Uncut Hindu Cock you little Musalmān slut,” I told her, and Sāimah Arzumand felt Sāimah Arzumand’s knees go weak.
All of Sāimah Arzumand’s previous lovers had treated her with such kid gloves.
Sāimah Arzumand was ashamed of her to tell them she longed to be treated like a dirty Musalmān girl, just how I was treating Nauhīd Rizwānah.
Allah, what a man.
He knows very well what his woman wants from him when.
She needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand needs Durgesh.
Sāimah Arzumand had never fantasized about me before that moment, but Sāimah Arzumand now wondered what it would be like to be in Nauhīd Rizwānah’s place.
The idea of having my large Uncut Hindu Cock in Sāimah Arzumand’s Musalmān mouth, sucking me hard as I called Sāimah Arzumand names, made Sāimah Arzumand amazingly hot.
Sāimah Arzumand had never really enjoyed giving head, but Sāimah Arzumand was filled with great desire, almost a need, to do just that.
Sāimah Arzumand’s tongue circled Sāimah Arzumand’s lips as she imagined running it across my hard Hindu shaft.
Sāimah Arzumand’s hand still moving against the folds of Sāimah Arzumand’s sex.
Within seconds, Sāimah Arzumand was in the throes of an orgasm, and Sāimah Arzumand had to grab the countertop to keep from falling over.
As Sāimah Arzumand’s head cleared a bit post-climax, Sāimah Arzumand felt guilt, but not enough to look away.
In for a penny, in for a pound, Sāimah Arzumand figured, and desperately wanted to know what, if anything would happen next.
I grabbed a fistful of Nauhīd Rizwānah’s hair and began thrusting my hips towards her.
I was mumbling something Sāimah Arzumand could not make out, but imagined I was telling her what a little slut Nauhīd Rizwānah was.
In spite of Sāimah Arzumand’s orgasm, Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers slowly moved across Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex as Sāimah Arzumand reveled in the show the ashvinātam lovers were putting on.
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t help but stare at my handsome Hindu face.
Sāimah Arzumand had long known I was a handsome man, but until that time, she had never really seen what a powerful looking man too I was.
With my still dark hair and eyes, the still high cheekbones, I looked like a Greek god to Sāimah Arzumand.
She could see my muscular Hindu arms holding my Musalmān girlfriend’s beautiful head while my solid Hindu chest glistened with sweat or cocoa butter.
Allah, Durgesh was turning Sāimah Arzumand on, as Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand was literally praying I’d see her orgasm, wanting me to enjoy the moment as much as Sāimah Arzumand was herself.
This was a new territory for Sāimah Arzumand completely.
Before long, I removed my arm from the deck and engulfed Nauhīd Rizwānah’s head in both palms.
From our movements, I appeared to be fucking her face.
The look on my face was one she’d never seen before.
I was gritting my teeth, obviously enjoying what Nauhīd Rizwānah was doing to me.
Only moments later Sāimah Arzumand heard me grunting as my body convulsed, and Sāimah Arzumand instantly knew I was emptying into Nauhīd Rizwānah’s mouth.
Sāimah Arzumand’s second orgasm in only minutes washed over her as Sāimah Arzumand watched me cum.
Sāimah Arzumand had never seen anything remotely that erotic, and Sāimah Arzumand was driven over the edge.
Never would Sāimah Arzumand have imagined being so turned on by viewing me get off, yet turned on Sāimah Arzumand was.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself gasping to catch her breath.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers were soaked in her juices and Sāimah Arzumand’s legs were weak.
Sāimah Arzumand was conflicted, partially wanting to stay to see if something else might happen between my girl and me and partially needing to get away before being found in such a compromising position.
Sāimah Arzumand’s levelheaded side won out and Sāimah Arzumand removed her hand from Sāimah Arzumand’s overheated sex.
We had not moved.
Sāimah Arzumand quickly rinsed off her hands in the sink and made a beeline for her car.
Sāimah Arzumand drove away literally numb, almost as if she’d had too much to drink.
Sāimah Arzumand had no idea where Sāimah Arzumand was going.
Sāimah Arzumand just had to get away.
Somehow, Sāimah Arzumand ended up in the parking lot of their local mall, but was too afraid to go inside as it was filled with holiday shoppers.
Sāimah Arzumand’s panties were so wet Sāimah Arzumand was sure Sāimah Arzumand probably had a stain on her skirt.
Moreover, Sāimah Arzumand suspected that she smelled like a whorehouse.
As Sāimah Arzumand sat there in silence, she could not get the images of Nauhīd Rizwānah and mine out of her head.
Sāimah Arzumand felt ashamed of her that she’d intruded on an intimate moment between us, yet much more so for what Sāimah Arzumand had done.
Sāimah Arzumand had actually rubbed herself off to not one but two orgasms as Sāimah Arzumand watched me make love with my Musalmān girlfriend.
Depraved does not do justice to how Sāimah Arzumand felt about herself, yet the more she thought about what she had witnessed, the more turned on Sāimah Arzumand became.
Sāimah Arzumand wondered what we did after she left.
Did I fuck Nauhīd Rizwānah?
Did I pound her petite Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body with my hard Uncut Hindu Cock?
Try as she may, Sāimah Arzumand could not get the pictures out of her mind.
Sāimah Arzumand found herself scanning the parking lot to see if anyone was near.
Looking back now, Sāimah Arzumand tells herself that it must have been momentary insanity, but Sāimah Arzumand lifted her skirt up a bit and eased her legs open.
Trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible, Sāimah Arzumand snaked her hand under her skirt and once again touched her womanhood.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind replayed a nonstop highlight reel of not only what Sāimah Arzumand had seen, but of other things, we may have done since she’d left.
Sāimah Arzumand saw my Uncut Hindu Lund inside Nauhīd Rizwānah’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, and Sāimah Arzumand wondered how she felt.
To Sāimah Arzumand’s own shock, Sāimah Arzumand also wondered how I tasted.
Would I taste differently than Al Muħammad Al Qāsim did?
Sāimah Arzumand was in such a state of sexual bliss; Sāimah Arzumand didn’t even realize it when she brought her sticky fingers up to her mouth to lick them.
Is this what Nauhīd Rizwānah tasted when I loved her?
And what did I taste like, Sāimah Arzumand mused, Sāimah Arzumand’s only adopted son?
Of thirty-six years?
Well, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed it.
Of sixty three years?
That was what I claimed myself.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers ran in and out of Sāimah Arzumand’s mouth as if Sāimah Arzumand was sucking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock itself.
Sāimah Arzumand was lost in the moment.
Sāimah Arzumand’s mind and body had entered a place Sāimah Arzumand had never been before.
Sāimah Arzumand felt yet another climax coming on.
Sāimah Arzumand’s fingers returned to Sāimah Arzumand’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and she began stroking furiously, not even caring that Sāimah Arzumand was in a public parking lot.
The orgasm that hit Sāimah Arzumand was even greater than those Sāimah Arzumand had experienced in Sāimah Arzumand’s kitchen earlier.
For the first time in Sāimah Arzumand’s life, Sāimah Arzumand felt like a complete slut, and to her most amazing surprise, Sāimah Arzumand loved it.
After Sāimah Arzumand regained a measure of composure, she left the mall and went on a long drive.
Sāimah Arzumand found it hard to shake the images troubling Sāimah Arzumand’s mind, but after an hour of wandering, turned Sāimah Arzumand’s car towards home.
It was almost five o’clock.
Naturally, Sāimah Arzumand assumed Nauhīd Rizwānah and I would have finished our interlude and would be respectful, if we were even home at all.
When Sāimah Arzumand finally arrived back home, Sāimah Arzumand was relieved to find the driveway empty of both cars.
The thought of facing me was daunting as Sāimah Arzumand was just sure her face would somehow portray either guilt or lust.
She didn’t want me to see either.
Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had immense faith in me.
I was even investigating his so-called murder.
Was Al Muħammad Al Qāsim really murdered by Muħammad Ibrāhīm?
Sāimah Arzumand couldn’t believe it.
Sāimah Arzumand almost ran inside to get out of her clothes and into the shower to wash away all signs of her sins.
Sāimah Arzumand’s body tingled all over as the water cascaded over her and she caressed her sensitive skin.
I stood there for another minute or so, my thoughts spinning in my head trying to figure out what had just happened.
It then dawned on me that I was standing there with my pants around my ankles.
Reaching down I pulled everything back into place.
I’d better get back too, I thought.
Maybe nobody will notice I hoped as I turned around and took a step toward the door.
There stood my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter, hands on hips, shaking her head.
“Allah, God, Uncle, what am I going to do with you?” she said.
I tried to bluff my way through her question by giving her a quizzical look and saying,
“What do you mean Noor Islam? I don’t understand.”
It didn’t work however.
“I mean I leave you alone with one of my friends for a minute and the next thing I know you’re nailing her to the wall! That’s what I mean.” Noor Islam moved toward me.
As I backed into the den, she was now only about a foot from me.
“I’ve got to admit it was hot watching you. You DO have a very impressive nail Uncle. But, you can’t just go around fucking all of my friends.”
“It just sort of happened sweetheart. I don’t know what happened. One minute Rukħsānah Firdaus was handing me the car keys, then her superb ardent Musalmān tits were in my hands, then my Uncut Hindu Cock was in her hands, and then things just sort of got carried away.” I smiled entirely unashamed of myself.
Hell, why should I be ashamed of myself after all.
Her friend wanted me, I granted her request.
That was it.
That was all.
What the hell she expected me to do instead?
Decline her friend’s request?
Well, why the hell should I?
“OK, OK”, Noor Islam held up her hands to stop me from talking. “What’s done is done and from the smile on Rukħsānah Firdaus’s face she seems very satisfied with what happened. Just promise me that next time you’ll let me know if you want to fuck one of my friends – please?”
I raised my right hand and crossed my heart, “Done, I promise.”
Noor Islam went to the side table and grabbed a full bottle of tequila then turned to leave while I dropped down to my knees to pick up the car keys scattered all over the floor.
As she reached the door, she hesitated; looking over her shoulder said,
“I didn’t say you couldn’t fuck my friends Uncle. Hell, I know several here at the party that would do anything to have an Uncut Hindu Cock as big as yours pound them into the floor. I said you have to tell me before you fuck them. I want to be sure I’m there to watch all of the action, not just the last couple minutes.”
With that, she left.
I sat back on my heels too satisfied to do or say anything.
After a while I came to the realization that not only had my own friend’s daughter just told me that several of the hot teenagers by my pool wanted to fuck me but that she wanted to be there to watch!
Standing up I walked over to my desk and dropped the car keys into a drawer.
I turned around and headed back toward the pool wondering which girls Noor Islam was referring to and whether or not I could nail them before they headed home tomorrow.
When my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, was unexpectedly called out of town at the last minute I had not looked forward to my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter’s end of school slumber party. That is until her best friend Rukħsānah Firdaus ended up fucking my brains out AND my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter told me that several of the other girls at the party were interested in doing the same!
Now the party was becoming interesting as I tried to figure out which of these lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young ladies was interested in me and see if I could fuck them before they headed home tomorrow morning.
I finally decided I needed to move.
I had been sitting in my den trying to make sense of what had happened in the last hour.
Picking up my bathing suit, I trotted upstairs and jumped in the shower.
As I stood under the hot spray, I remembered that I had left the barbeque unattended.
Not bothering to dry off I pulled my bathing suit on and headed out to the pool expecting to find the burgers and hotdogs turned into ash.
Slamming the gate to the pool open, I turned the corner toward the barbeque and slowed down to a normal walk.
One of the girls who I didn’t recognize when they all arrived was tending the grill.
As I got closer, I could see that she had everything under control.
“Hi, thanks for taking over.” I said as I stopped next to the girl. Her back was to me; she had short red hair and a nice looking Musalmān ass.
“No prob – – lem,” was her reply as she turned around to face me. “You must be Noor Islam’s uncle.” A smile began to grow across her face, as she looked me up and down. As her smile grew and her gaze moved from my face to my crotch and back, several times I began to get a little uneasy.
“Yeah, I’m Noor Islam’s uncle,” I replied. Nodding toward the girl, “Aah, it looks like you’re a pretty good cook. Glad somebody took over while I was in the house. I was afraid everything would be dust.”
She just kept smiling and looking at me.
I was now quite alert.
What the hell had the girls told her?
Did she know what Rukħsānah Firdaus and I had done?
Was she one of the ones that my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter was talking about?
Thinking about all of this, my Uncut Hindu Cock began to begin to twitch in my suit.
I became impish and turned quite mischievous.
Not knowing what else to do I stuck out my hand.
“I don’t think we’ve been introduced.” I smiled. “My name is Durgesh, what’s your name.”
“I’m Durdānah Aslam,” she replied as she continued to smile, enjoying my obvious mischievous mood. “Noor Islam has told me all about you. My friends call me Durdānah Aslam. If you want to be my friend you can call me Durdānah Aslam too.”
The thought ran through my head about how much I like to eat Durdānah Aslam. . . . . and how good Durdānah Aslam is for a man of my age…
Just then, one of the other girls walked up.
“Durdānah Aslam, are you done playing with those wieners yet?” a strikingly beautiful blonde in a lime green bikini asked.
I remembered her name was Amy, Āmnah Ashraf.
“I’m not playing with them,” Durdānah Aslam protested, “I’m just making them hot.” Both girls began to giggle at Durdānah Aslam‘s quick response.
Durdānah Aslam then speared a hot dog with a long barbeque fork and put it on a paper plate.
“Oh,” sighed the blonde, “Look what you did – you made all the juice run out of the poor wieners. I wanted to do that.” Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, pouted, then turned and sliding right next to me, looked up into my eyes.
“Do you think it’s fair that Durdānah Aslam gets to play with a wiener that’s mine?”
I didn’t say a thing.
I was acutely aware that my Uncut Hindu Cock had begun to stiffen, as I looked form the hot redhead to the gorgeous blond just inches away from me.
It seemed like hours, but I’m sure it was less than a minute before the girls cracked up and began laughing.
This caught my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter’s attention and she wandered over to see what was going on.
Looking from one girl to the other Noor Islam crossed her arms under her superb ardent Musalmān tits and in a loud voice said,
“Alright, who’s been picking on my Uncle? You should all be ashamed of yourselves.”
Everyone stopped laughing for about two seconds, looked at Noor Islam and then started laughing even harder.
The whole scene finally got to me and I started to laugh too.
Looking at Noor Islam I saw that she had cracked up too.
I was laughing so hard I couldn’t stand straight so I sat down on the grass next to the girl.
Next thing I knew Durdānah Aslam was sitting on one side of me still laughing while Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, dropped on the other side of me, tears streaming down her face from laughing so hard.
We were all leaning against each other trying to keep from rolling onto the grass.
Noor Islam did her best to control herself and between giggles she said,
“You can’t fool me Uncle. You started this just so you could get Durdānah Aslam and Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, to rub their tits on you.” She then broke out laughing again.
Durdānah Aslam raised her eyebrows, squared her shoulders and pressing her beautiful tits into my arm and side of my chest managed to say between giggles,
“If you wanted to feel these all you had to do was ask.”
Not to be outdone, Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, reached over taking my head between her hands pulled my face into her ample Musalmān cleavage.
“There, isn’t that better?” Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, cooed, as she ground my face into her superb ardent Musalmān tits .
As my mouth was raked over the thin material covering Amy, Āmnah Ashraf,’s left breast I quickly closed my lips over her hardening nipple and gave it a quick bite.
“He bit me!! He bit my nipple”, Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, cried out, pushing my face away from her chest. The girls, all but Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, laughed even harder.
“Serves you right for shoving those big things in his face.” Durdānah Aslam howled.
“Uncle!! I can’t leave you alone with any of my friends!! What’s gotten into you? Or maybe I should ask what have you gotten into?” Noor Islam giggled.
For my part, I just sat there.
I didn’t say a word, remembering how good Amy, Āmnah Ashraf’s tits felt and wondering if I would get another chance to pinch her nipples.
As the laughter continued Durdānah Aslam, who had been propped against my shoulder, moved forward just enough so that she slid down my chest, her head ending up in my lap.
Giggling, she looked up at me and intentionally moved her head back so that her cheek was pressing hard against my Uncut Hindu Cock.
She then began slowly rubbing her cheek against my Uncut Hindu Cock, causing it to stiffen.
Her eyes grew wide; she stopped laughing and licked her lips, which caused me to turn as hard as a rock.
Before I could do anything else or anyone took notice of what was going on, Durdānah Aslam sat back up and leaning toward me whispered,
“If that’s what I think it is and it’s that hard because of me, I want to know when I get it, please!”
By now Amy, Āmnah Ashraf, had gotten to her feet and was walking back toward the pool with my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter.
Durdānah Aslam got to her knees and using my shoulder to lean on, stood up right in front of me.
This meant my nose was maybe three inches from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
I could see a small wet spot forming and inhaling deeply I could smell the musky sweet odor of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Durdānah Aslam moved back to the girl and I pulled myself to my feet.
Because of my huge Hindu erection I faced toward the girl, with my back toward everyone by the pool.
The only one who could see the tent in my trunks was Durdānah Aslam.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God, Rukħsānah Firdaus was right!” Durdānah Aslam murmured, “You are hung like a horse.”
At lease, I now knew where she got her information but it also made me wonder how many other girls Rukħsānah Firdaus had talked to.
Looking around Durdānah Aslam said a bit too loudly,
“Mr. Durgesh, can you show me where you keep the charcoal? The fire is dying out and we’ve still got lots of stuff to cook.”
Grabbing my hand, Durdānah Aslam led me toward the garage.
We exited the pool gate and as we neared the side door leading into the garage, she pulled me closer to her.
We were now side-by-side.
Her hand snaked out of mine and went around my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
We reached the garage door.
Durdānah Aslam went through the door in front of me and immediately turned around as she dropped to her knees.
As I entered she began tugging my trunks down to my ankles.
I had barely closed the door before her small but extremely beautiful young adult Musalmān mouth stretched wide to take half my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat.
Leaning back against the door I let out a low groan as I looked down watching this 18-year-old suck more and more of my stiff Uncut Hindu Cock into her throat.
My hands went to her head, as I began fucking her face.
“That feels wonderful Durdānah Aslam. Suck my hard Uncut Hindu Cock. Take it down your tight little throat until I cum in your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”
Durdānah Aslam looked up at me and in a final push managed to bury her nose in my pubic hair.
Had I not cum about an hour before I’d have lost it right there.
As it was, my eyes rolled back in my head and I began fucking her pretty Musalmān mouth even harder.
This went on for about half an hour.
Finally, I had had enough.
grabbing her hair, I pulled her off my Uncut Hindu Cock.
“NNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOO!!! I want you to cum in my mouth!!” Durdānah Aslam whined.
“I will, I promise. But first I want to taste that wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt of yours with my Uncut Hindu Lund.”
Picking her up, I sat her down on the hood of Jeep.
As I brought my hands down, I grabbed her suit and peeled it off of her.
Durdānah Aslam helped by lifting her butt a few inches, allowing me to pull the suit completely off of her.
Her body was gorgeous.
Cone shaped tits with large puffy areolas ending in hard little nipples.
Her areolas were almost transparent, just barley a few shades darker than her pink skin.
I could see she was a natural redhead.
Her pubic hair was neatly trimmed, allowing just the edges of her labia to poke through.
I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders as my Uncut Hindu Lund zeroed in on her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Her scent was wonderful and drove me even wilder.
As I reached her drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I shoved my Uncut Hindu Lund as far into her as I could.
“OOOohhhh yyyyeeessss” hissed Durdānah Aslam.
As she leaned back onto the hood of the Jeep her hands found their way to my head and she now began fucking my Uncut Hindu Lund as I had been doing to hers just minutes before.
My Uncut Hindu Lund found the button of her ardent Musalmān clit.
I took it on my Uncut Hindu Lund and alternated between rubbing it and pushing at it with my Uncut Hindu Cockhead .
She went wild.
Her fingernails dug into my hips as she slammed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt faster and faster against my Uncut Hindu Lund.
I stayed with her, running my Uncut Hindu Lund across her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, then rubbing her clit, then rubbing it with my Uncut Hindu Lund as my Uncut Hindu Lund tickled her cute little Musalmān ass hole.
Durdānah Aslam finally could stand no more and wrapping her legs around my neck in a death lock, she pulled my Uncut Hindu Lund hard against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt one last time.
She barely made a sound as she exhaled deeply and locked all of her muscles for what seemed like five minutes.
I was beginning to worry that we would both pass out when suddenly she inhaled and released the hold she had on my waist.
This gave me room.
Once I had broken the seal between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and my Uncut Hindu Lund her juices ran down the crack of her ass onto the hood of the car.
Pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund back against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt I began rubbing her sweet nectar with my Uncut Hindu Lund head.
“Allah , stop!! I can’t take it any more” Durdānah Aslam cried as I continued to cause up the juice flowing from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
She used her elbows to pull herself out of the reach of my incessant Uncut Hindu Lund.
Smiling I stood up letting her legs drop to my sides.
I gently pulled her back to me until I was able to cradle her in my arms.
Durdānah Aslam was still shaking a little and her breathing was still a little on the ragged side.
After a few minutes, her breathing returned to normal and her hand began to trace little paths around my lips.
“Mmmmm, I’d like to take your mouth with me. I’ve never cum that hard before.” She purred. “People can say what they want about older guys but nobody has ever fucked my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy like that.”
For my part, my hands were now moving all over her exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.
First tracing light finger touches up her spine then reaching down to pinch a nipple.
We continued this caressing for a few minutes, each of us responding to the erotic massage.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was now so hard it hurt and I had to get some relief.
I picked up Durdānah Aslam from the hood and slid her down my body.
Her juicy slit sliding along my hard Uncut Hindu Cock caused us both to shudder.
Durdānah Aslam’s hands grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and began to slowly slide up and down its length as she said,
“I want to feel this thing in me but you’ve got to promise to let me drink your cum.”
I didn’t answer.
Instead, I once again picked her up and carried her to the back of the garage and into the laundry room.
Looking around I saw a large basket full of dirty clothes.
I kicked over the basket spilling the clothes onto the concrete floor.
Durdānah Aslam’s feet had barely touched the floor before she crumpled to the floor on her back and opened her legs.
I dropped to my knees then onto my hands.
Durdānah Aslam reached between us and guided my pulsing Uncut Hindu Cock to the entrance of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
A single hard push and I was buried in her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
She wasn’t as tight as Rukħsānah Firdaus had been but felt about 100 degrees hotter.
“Fuck me Mr. Durgesh. Fuck me till I cum.” She sighed as I slowly began stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock into her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
The feeling was intense.
It felt like ice as I pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her tight Musalmān hole and then felt like fire as I shoved my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her.
Our rhythm quickened and I began fucking her harder and harder as I began to build toward an orgasm.
Soon my balls were slapping against her extremely beautiful gorgeous Musalmān ass as my Uncut Hindu Cock drove all the way to her cervix.
We fucked for hours.
Durdānah Aslam was in great ecstasy.
So was I.
Ultimately, I couldn’t believe that I was ready to cum again so quickly, but the time had arrived.
“I’m gonna cum now Durdānah Aslam” I said, “I can’t hold it any more.”
“In my mouth. I want you to cum in my mouth.” she replied and I pulled my raging Uncut Hindu Cock out of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Pushing forward I rested my balls on her superb ardent Musalmān tits and grabbing her short red hair I pulled her mouth to my Uncut Hindu Cock.
No sooner had she sucked in about two inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock than it erupted.
Gob after gob of hot Hindu sperm pulsed into Durdānah Aslam’s sucking Musalmān mouth.
All of it disappearing down her throat.
As my balls emptied, Durdānah Aslam continued to suck like a vacuum cleaner. Soon it was I asking her to stop.
Durdānah Aslam loved to suck my Uncut Hindu Lund that much.
We lay in each other’s arms for a while waiting for our senses to return to us.
Durdānah Aslam was the first to get up.
She walked first to my trunks, picking them up and tossing them in my direction.
Next, she went over and picked up her suit. As she stepped into it, she stopped.
“Uh oh” she giggled, turning in my direction. “I think you have some car repairs to get done.”
I gave her a questioning look, stood up and pulled on my trunks.
When I got to the Jeep I saw what she meant.
There were several dents in the hood, made as she was fucking my Uncut Hindu Lund earlier.
Smiling I looked into her green eyes.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ve got insurance.”
Durdānah Aslam laughed, picked up a bag of charcoal that was sitting just inside the garage door and headed back to the party.
I followed about ten feet behind her.
As I passed the fence and turned into the pool area I stopped and looked at all the girls.
I had fucked two of them in as many hours.
There were seven remaining, counting my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter.
I found myself wondering if I would get the opportunity to fuck any of the rest of them.
I went into the house to get a juice and rest.
It had been a long time since I had fucked two horny Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān teenagers within an hour or so of each other.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus couldn’t control herself any more.
“That’s the problem.” she fired her husband.
The ever-incompetent idiot.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled patronizingly.
“What’s the problem?”
“That I married you.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus blurted out. “Shame on you. You can’t fuck your own wife.”
“What the hell you mean? I haven’t fucked you ever? You are a virgin still now?”
“Thank you very much.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said tartly, “And for your kind information, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, I was a widow in Las Vegas, Nevada, when you proposed me. I wasn’t a virgin even then.”
Pratāp Bachhalyā interfered,
“Well, well, well, Bhābhījān, Bhāījān, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī and Durgesh have come here for a definite purpose.”
“Damned if you aren’t right.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs grabbed the opportunity.
It was troublesome for Al Nadīm Al Quddūs that he had to watch his own sisters being fucked so thoroughly by three Hindus.
Damn Hindus and their Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog.
No problem yoga was being appreciated now throughout the globe.
But Chaturang Shāshvat Maithunyog!
“Just what do you want, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked me.
Pratāp Bachhalyā squirmed fucking his extremely lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim.
“Just a minute, Bhāījān. We unanimously decided that Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān would talk with Durgesh on our behalf. Didn’t we?”*
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs smiled.
“Then why the hell have we called our lawyer, Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī?”
“It’s alright, Al Nadīm.” Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī cooed. My Uncut Hindu Penis was still wildly visiting her ever-tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “I can understand. Pratāp has his faith more in Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān, than in me. I’m still here. Let Al Safiyah Al Ghaus Bhābhījān talk with Durgesh on Pratāp Bachhalyā’s behalf at least.”
“Well,” Vikram Bachhalyā said, “I can’t help that my wife, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim and Pratāp’s wife, Al Lubnā Al Qāsim, still have faith in Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī Bājī. I don’t. Pratāp is right. Almost every woman of Durgesh shamelessly says:
‘Once with Durgesh,
all the rest is trash.’
Al Hudā Al Qāsim Al Hāshmī laughed.
“I don’t blame you, Vikram Bachhalyā. My sister, Al Zakiyah Al Qāsim was never as money minded as she is now.”
“What do you mean?” Vikram Bachhalyā asked curtly.
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus prudently avoided the hostility being developed more and more among her sisters and their Bachhalyā Hindu husbands.
In Ved Nagar, despite every effort from me and other Dvij Hindus, the Bachhalyās were still becoming a dominant influencing force now.
The Brāhm Sampradāý, the Brāhm denomination of Hinduism, had opted for the Bachhalyās’ leadership of them.
“Just what do you want Durgesh, Hindu Al Buůūlatul Muslimāt?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus asked me shrewdly.
“Well,” I said, “I’ve come here as a lawyer representing a client that has an interest adverse to you.”
“Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“I can’t disclose my client’s name without his express permission.”
“His? Or ‘her’?”
“That’s also a part of privileged communication between a client and a lawyer.”
“What do you want to talk about?” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus smiled at me patiently.
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead. I want to ask you about circumstances that may have led to his death or…”
“Imrān Hāshmī is dead?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs asked with cold disbelief, “Well, wasn’t he the husband of Dr. Raziyah Siddīqī?”
“That’s right.” I replied Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
“He can’t be dead.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said curtly, “It would greatly embarrass us. Are you certain of your facts, Jījū?”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs regarded me as though he expected me to wither, to weaken, and crawl under the table under the impact of his disapproving stare.
I winked at Al Nadīm Al Quddūs.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs immediately avoided meeting my eyes.
He looked elsewhere immediately.
Damn the Hindu scoundrel.
The ever-confident rascal.
If only the womankind never supported Durgesh…
“Imrān Hāshmī is quite thoroughly dead. Someone fucked Imrān Hāshmī in his ass and then stabbed him.”
“I never knew Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs said angrily.
“He never told you?” I asked him feigning surprise, “Perhaps he didn’t know every gay has informed you already that he is a gay. Imrān Hāshmī should also have done the same.”
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs looked at me irritably.
“I didn’t mean that.”
“Al Nadīm,” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus admonished her husband coldly, “Durgesh never said Imrān Hāshmī was a gay.”
“The hell Durgesh didn’t. He said Imrān Hāshmī was fucked in his ass, didn’t he?”
“It doesn’t necessarily mean Imrān Hāshmī was a gay. It may also be that Imrān Hāshmī was raped.” Al Safiyah Al Ghaus said.
“Shankar Mahāpralayankar? Rājesh Rājpūt?”*
Al Safiyah Al Ghaus again admonished her husband.
“The trouble with you, Al Nadīm Al Quddūs, is that you believe on publicity more than your own investigation.”
“What do you mean?” Al Nadīm Al Quddūs retorted.
He never liked that a woman, however intelligent she might be, would dominate him ever.
He felt his maleness hurt.
He was unable to understand that wisdom and prudence dominates, not maleness or femaleness.
Musalmān Beauties were prudent enough to understand the ultimate success of Hindu males.
They have successfully established the ever-miraculous global city, Ved Nagar.
Today Musalmān Beauties were ruling on Ved Nagar after Hindus.
The Musalmān Beauties were smarter than Musalmīn.
They had replaced Musalmīn in their sex life with Hindus.
They were adamant to establish Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.
Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had vowed to do it.
It was now her Mission of life/existence.
Al Nadīm Al Quddūs knew it and he had vowed to oppose it.
He was a successful screenplay writer and storywriter.
He had understood how the goal of Ved Nagar was achieved by HVSI Group of Business Enterprises.
Today, HVSI Group of Business Enterprises is controlling every business whether retail or otherwise.
Originally, it was started by Vishvās Shakr Mānav, the utmost brilliant father of Durgesh.
Imāmzādī Sheikħzādī Dr. Al Kħadījah Al Wahāb PhD loved Vishvās Shakr Mānav.
She wanted to destroy Pseudo Islam and replace it with True Islam, everywhere.
Vishvās Shakr Mānav wanted to destroy Pseudo Hinduism.
They found true Hinduism was actually True Islam.
It was the fact that made Hindu Muslim Unity so perfect before 1857 that even the British Empire couldn’t face it.
Even the British Empire needed complete ninety years to destroy it.
Even then, most of the Musalmīn never left India.
The Hindu Muslim Unity was so strong.
Mughal-e-Åāzam, Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar, had set India successfully on the path that couldn’t be reversed even by the great British Empire.*
When my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter first asked if she and her friends could have a ‘sleep over’ in honor of their graduating from high school I wasn’t too happy.
The thought of a bunch of kids making noise all night, keeping me awake didn’t appeal to me.
But, my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, said sure, no problem so what could I say?
I was angry somewhat with myself that I said her to get permission from her Ammī.
I never anticipated her Ammī would permit it.
Well, it was their house.
My friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm, was in jail now.
Despite my every effort, I could not get him out on bail.
Muħammad Åbdullah said,
“He doesn’t deserve it, Durgesh. Please stop taking his side. If you are really sympathetic to his wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, why the hell you yourself don’t fuck her now?”
“Muħammad Åbdullaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah,” I shouted, “how the hell did you suggest it?”
Muħammad Åbdullah was furious.
“Hasn’t she grabbed your Uncut Hindu Penis even while Muħammad Ibrāhīm and I were present there?”
“You challenged Shakīlah Sultān, Bhabhijan, didn’t you? You called her a chicken.”
“I did that purposefully. Muħammad Ibrāhīm has killed Imrān Hāshmī. He tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd. I would never allow him out on bail even.”*
I watched Muħammad Åbdullah harshly.
“Now I understand, Muħammad Åbdullah.”
“Oh,” Muħammad Åbdullah said curtly, “now you understand. Now the hell you understand.”
“Don’t try to discipline me. I never took any discipline from you. If I had, my entire sixteen nudist feminist sisters were disgracing me still now everywhere.”
“You want to punish Muħammad Ibrāhīm, don’t you?” I charged Muħammad Åbdullah angrily.
“That isn’t any secret now.”
“Muħammad Åbdullah, he says he is innocent.”
“And you believe it?”
“Didn’t he try to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd?”
“Someone tried to frame Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.” I amended Muħammad Åbdullah patiently, “It’s more likely that Al Nadīm Al Quddūs did it. His sisters did it. Al Muħammad Al Qāsim had a billion at least. And they have already tried their best to disinherit Al Waħīdah Al Tawħīd.”
“You think Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has really been murdered?”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim wasn’t anybody’s fool. I know he met you before he vanished.”
“Vanished.” Muħammad Åbdullah said stubbornly, “the dead body they claim to be that of Al Muħammad Al Qāsim, certainly resembles him, but…”
“Al Muħammad Al Qāsim has a son in law, Prañav Yogéndr Divyānand. He is himself shrewd enough to troubleshoot Al Muħammad Al Qāsim’s every trouble.”*
I never told Muħammad Åbdullah that Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān, has in the meantime fucked me.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah himself encouraged Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān to fuck me.
The day Muħammad Ibrāhīm was refused to be out on bail, Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān plunged on me, undressed me herself, and straddled me.
“B..bh.. Bhābhījān,” I gasped, “I respect you very much.”
“Damn you.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thundered at me, “I’m your friend’s wife. Am I not?”
“Sure, Bhābhījān, but…”
“He is in jail. Now replace him. You promised Muħammad Ibrāhīm that you would take care of his wives, his daughters, his sisters and his entire household. Didn’t you?”
“Of course, Bhābhījān, but…”
“Your Bhābhījān wants your legendary Uncut Hindu Lund into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot now. Give it to me.”
I still couldn’t believe Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān had come to me entirely nude.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, even at her forty what a dazzling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Beauty she was.
I had noticed her attention to me.
It was not of a friend’s wife’s ever.
Muħammad Ibrāhīm had also noticed it miserably.
What the hell could he do?
Durgesh was behaving with Shakīlah Sultān perfectly.
But Shakīlah Sultān herself was behaving suggestively.
Allah, wasn’t she satisfied with him?
Did she also want to fuck Durgesh?
Allah Rabbil åālmīn.
Durgesh is a love magnet to Musalmān Beauties.*
Nude Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was straddling on nude me.
My Uncut Hindu Lund was in her extremely beautiful right hand.
She was playing with it.
“Bhābhījān,” I tried to say, “Please, control yourself. Muħammad Ibrāhīm is innocent.”
“If you wouldn’t fuck me, I would testify against your friend.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled at me cunningly.
“Close the door, please.”
“Hey, I want to show everyone that I’ve found my new husband already.”
“Are you crazy?”
“I have so many women friends that are married to your Musalmān friends.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān smiled suggestively.
“So?” I looked into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān eyes coldly.
The woman was making me unable to meet my eyes with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.
She wasn’t any different ultimately from my other Musalmān friends’ Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives.
Most of them were already fucking me.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was an exception to them.
I respected her therefore very much.
Muħammad Åbdullah was never confident Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān would never fuck me.
“Sooner or later they would all fuck you.” Muħammad Åbdullah had predicted.
I knew Muħammad Åbdullah was right.
But I didn’t want to break Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s heart.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was rubbing my Uncut Hindu Prick’s utmost experienced head now between her labial lips.
Bit by bit she was pushing herself on me.
“Bhābhījān, we Hindus think a Bhābhī is as if a mother.”
“Nonsense.” Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me, “You have already fucked almost entire Musalmān wives of your Musalmān friends that are extremely beautiful. What do you think I was born yesterday?”
She positioned my Uncut Hindu Prick between her ravenously quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed herself.
My Uncut Hindu Lund immediately entered into her Musalmān Choot upto its head.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Lund burning inside her.
So dazzlingly beautiful Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān was that despite my efforts not to fuck her, I now wanted to grab her and fuck her wildly till we both existed.
Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, now perhaps I myself wanted to fuck her more furiously.
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān thrust again and my Uncut Hindu Lund entered into her tight Musalmān Choot almost one fourth.
“Bhābhījān,” I protested.
“Shut up, you idiot, enjoy, and let me enjoy too.”
“I wanted to fuck you right when I saw you first.”
“That’s why you fell in my lap deliberately?”
Shakīlah Sultān Bhābhījān winked at me.
“You scoundrel, you squeezed my boobs and buttocks inadvertently, then and there, didn’t you?”
“Inadvertently, Bhābhījān, inadvertently. You said yourself . You are so beautiful that I couldn’t resist myself at all. And when you grabbed my Uncut Hindu Penis feigning it was an accident, I’d just gone crazy.”
“I wanted to hold it, I wanted to play with it, I wanted to suck it. My so many girlfriends were already enjoying it. And they had challenged me I couldn’t enjoy it before my marriage with Muħammad Ibrāhīm.”*
A week before the party my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, found out she was going to be out of town, presenting at some conference, and wouldn’t be there for the ‘big event’.
This meant that I would be the chaperone.
When I brought up the idea of postponing the sleep over until my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s wife, Shakīlah Sultān, would be around to ‘heard’ the kids, I again was outvoted.
Saturday morning finally arrived and my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter, Noor Islam, was up early getting things ready for the party.
I went with her to the grocery store to load up on food and drinks.
When we got home, we went to find out whether the pool was clean and make sure everything was ready.
By about 4:00PM we were ready.
The girls started arriving at about five.
I knew a few of them by name, others looked vaguely familiar and several I had never seen before.
I stayed in my den, watching TV and surfing the web.
About seven, Noor Islam popped her head in the door.
“Uncle, I need your help.” She said, “We can’t get the barbeque going.”
I let out a big sigh, as if she was really imposing on me, got up from my chair and headed to the backyard.
It took no time at all to get the fire going.
When I looked around for my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter she was nowhere to be found.
Shrugging, I watched the servants piling the hamburgers and hot dogs onto the grill and figured that I had an excellent chef in my services.
Within a few minutes, the eight girls came, flying out of the house, headed for the pool.
As I watched them running by, I began to think that being the chief host for this party wasn’t going to be too bad after all.
All of the girls wore little thong bikinis and from where I stood there wasn’t a bad looking one in the bunch.
It was a perfect evening, fairly warm so everyone was in and out of the pool as they laughed, talked and had a good time.
After a while I noticed that every now and then one or two of the girls would head into the house for a couple minutes and then come back.
At first, I thought it was to use the bathroom, but it seemed the girls were now heading to the house about every 15 minutes.
Finally, my curiosity got the best of me and about 5 minutes after my friend, Muħammad Ibrāhīm’s daughter and her friend Rukħsānah Firdaus went inside, I followed them.*
I didn’t see anyone as I entered the living room.
That’s when I heard laughter coming from my den.
I walked quietly to the door and peaked in.
There was Noor Islam and Rukħsānah Firdaus downing shots of her Ammī’s private stock of Tequila.
From the looks of it the girls had been drinking for a while.
The bottle had been unopened and was now almost empty.
My first thought was to barge in and give them hell.
Then I figured that they were all over 18 and it was a party so why should an old prude and spoil things.
My only concern was if one of them decided to go for a drive.
Stepping into the den, I said in a very stern tone,
“The cost of the Tequila is everyone’s car keys.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus had been bringing a shot to her lips.
She spilled the tequila all over her chin and chest as she jumped when I began to speak.
Both the girls turned toward me, as they quickly set the shot glasses down on the desk and then stood in front of the bottle and glasses.
I let them fidget for a minute before saying,
“I said I want everyone’s car keys – NOW – or the drinking and party stops!”
Rukħsānah Firdaus was the first to get it.
“If we give you our car keys you won’t care if we drink?” she asked is a very shy voice.
“That’s what I said” was my reply.
They almost ran over me!
Both the girls flew out of the room and within two minutes Rukħsānah Firdaus was back with eight sets of car keys.
She was out of breath from running and her chest was heaving as she gasped for air.
The fact that she was wearing a very skimpy bikini and that her superb ardent Musalmān tits looked like they were ready to burst out of the thin material was not wasted on me.
I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock begin to stir as I enjoyed the view.
Apparently Rukħsānah Firdaus had had quite a few shots of the tequila already, she was swaying pretty well as she stood in front of me with a crooked little smile on her face, both hands full of car keys.
“Hereyago,” she mumbled bringing her hands up to her chest she held out the car keys in front of her.
Thinking she was going to drop them, I automatically raised my hands to catch the keys.
At the same moment, Rukħsānah Firdaus swayed in my direction.
The net effect was that her hands hit my chest causing her to drop the keys to the floor while my hands ended up full of her superb ardent Musalmān tits.
As much as I knew, I should have let go of Rukħsānah Firdaus’s tits and back away, yet my hands refused to obey.
“Mr. Durgesh!! You shouldn’t be doing that,” Rukħsānah Firdaus said impishly.
But she did nothing either to push my hands away or back up.
It seemed to me that she pressed her taught 34B’s a little harder into my hands.
“Sālī,” I winked at her, “I’d fuck you till you exist.”
“Really?” she cooed, “you are most welcome. That’s my own dream, however, since I saw you fucking my Ammī vigorously. Allah, how she was enjoying your Uncut Hindu Lund in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot. I envied her very much.”
Feeling her nipples growing under my fingers, I pinched both of them. Rukħsānah Firdaus let out a little moan deep in her throat and brought her arms up to my shoulders, resting her hands on the back of my neck.
As she pressed against me, my hands came off her superb ardent Musalmān tits , sliding around her back until we were in a tight ashvinātam embrace.
I could feel her nipples now pressing into my chest like two pencil erasers.
My hands slid down her back to her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass.
The thong bikini did nothing to cover her as I took an ass cheek into each hand and began to squeeze.
My Uncut Hindu Cock was now fully erect and pressing against her firm belly.
Looking down into her lovely eyes, I saw her part her lips as she pulled my face to hers.
Our lips met – then our tongues as the kiss became more passionate.
Pulling her to me I could feel her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt against my thigh as she wrapped her legs around mine.
Rukħsānah Firdaus dropped one of her hands between us and began stroking my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.
“Mmmmmmmm, that feels good” she whispered, “I want to see that big Uncut Hindu Cock of yours Mr. Durgesh.”
We pulled far enough apart for both of her hands to reach between us and in no time, she had loosened my belt, unsnapped by trousers and pushed them down my legs.
Her hands then went to my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock, slowly rubbing up and down my 8 inches.
This was too much for me.
My own hands went to work consequently.
I easily brushed aside her skimpy bikini top with one hand and reaching one of her superb ardent Musalmān tits; I begin pinching and pulling on her hard nipple.
My other hand burrowed under Rukħsānah Firdaus’s bikini briefs sliding my fingers thru the fine down of pubic hair until my finger slid over her erect Musalmān clit and then into her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Pulling my hand back a few inches I thrust it forward again repeating the action.
Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was so wet my Uncut Hindu Lund slid into her with almost no resistance.
I fucked her.
This caused Rukħsānah Firdaus to moan even more as she dropped one of her hands to my heavy balls and began massaging them.
I was quickly approaching the point of no return.
Any thoughts of how wrong this was were long gone.
The only thing I could think of now was shoving my Uncut Hindu Cock into this hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex godess’s drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Grabbing the thin material, I yanked off the thong covering Rukħsānah Firdaus’s hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Then circling her waist with my arm I lifted her up off the floor.
It was two steps to the wall to steady us.
As we moved I dropped my other hand to my Uncut Hindu Cock and positioned the head at her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and lowered her onto my fat pole.
The whole process took just a few seconds.
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s eyes opened wide as she felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips being stretched by my huge Hindu erection.
She was about to say something when I relaxed my hold on her, causing her to slide all the way down on my waiting Uncut Hindu Cock.
She was now impaled on my Uncut Hindu Cock with her back against the wall and her feet dangling several inches off the floor.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! Oh God, you’ve got a huge Uncut Hindu Cock!” she hissed as I lifted her up and dropped her on my Uncut Hindu Cock again. “It feels like you’re splitting me in half.”
Rukħsānah Firdaus’s arms were now back on my shoulders helping raise and lower her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt onto my steely Uncut Hindu Cock.
She had closed her extremely beautiful Musalmān eyes and was shaking her beautiful head slowly from side to side, as our fucking tempo increased.
Soon sweat broke out across her forehead and upper lip and I could see just the tip of her tongue sticking through her clinched lips.
Her breathing became erratic and her face flushed.
Rukħsānah Firdaus brought her legs up and locked them behind me.
This gave me a better angle at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and with the next thrust I went even deeper up her slick Musalmān hole.
That was all it took.
She spasmed in my arms, jerking her head back and letting out a long moan of pleasure.
We fucked for hours, wildly, passionately and assaulting on each other nonstop.
Ultimately, this sent me over the edge and my Uncut Hindu Cock erupted in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.
Shooting glob after glob of my cum deep into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
We held onto each other for several minutes riding the crest of our mutual orgasm.
Finally, Rukħsānah Firdaus unlocked her legs from around my waist and I eased her to the floor.
My Uncut Hindu Cock slid out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saůūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, followed by a thick stream of cum.
Our breathing returned to normal and Rukħsānah Firdaus looked up into my eyes as a huge grin crossed her face.
“Allah, Måshā Allah! Subħān Allah! God Mr. Durgesh, you’re still hotat your sixty three!! Wallah!” she said, “You have got one huge Uncut Hindu Cock and boy do you know how to use it. I haven’t cum like that in a long long time. We have GOT to do this again as much as we can.” She pulled my face to hers, gave me a quick passionate kiss and slid out from between the wall and me.
“Now I need to find my suit, clean up this bucket of cum you shot into me and get back to the party.” Finding her thong Rukħsānah Firdaus disappeared in the direction of the downstairs bathroom.*
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