Creative Adult Sex: Durgesh

Chapter 49

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

I moved my free hand down to her hip and ass, groping us as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, began to take off her tank top and bra.

She unclasped it and I gasped as her perfect tits erected against her body.

I cupped one in my hand and kneaded it some more, slightly pinching her nipple.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh darling!” she cried as she placed her hand on top of mine and continued to rub her breast.

With her free hand she grabbed my head and turned hers, pressing her lips hard into mine, still bouncing up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock and grinding her beautiful Musalmān ass deep into my lap, allowing me to bottom out in her every time.

With this, I could no longer concentrate on the road perfectly.

I attempted to pull over to focus more on what I was doing.

I pulled to the side and turned the car off, unbuttoning my shirt in the process.

Now using both of my free hands I groped her tight, lithe young adult Musalmān body.

I kissed her neck as I continued to slam into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, fucking her like I’d never fucked anyone before recently.

I grabbed both of her perky breasts before deciding to change positions.

“What are you doing Durgesh darling?” she asked in between moans, feeling her father grab her by the hips.

I lifted her again, this time spinning her around in the limited space and grabbing her by the ass to place her back on my Hindu crotch.

I set her down once again on my huge Uncut Hindu Lund and slammed further into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot than it felt I had before.

“Allah, Durgesh darling! She screamed as she felt me bottom out in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Just eighteen Just Adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I ran my hands over her wide hips and grabbed her ass, this time leaning forward and taking one of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger.

“Oh yes! Squeeze my Musalmān tits, you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’m so close to cumming!” she yelled as I could tell she neared the edge.

I pressed my lips hard into hers and groped her gorgeous legs before feeling her start to orgasm on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

As she climaxed, her Musalmān Choot began to tighten on my gigantic Uncut Hindu Lund, squeezing me with her tight Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh yes, fuck your Musalmān friend’s slutty little teenage daughter, Durgesh darling! Fuck my tight little Musalmān Pussy!” she said right before she started to completely convulse on my body.

It went on neither of knew how long.

We both felt as it was to infinity.

Then ultimately I released my infinite control on my penis.

“Oh, Al Qamar Al Islam! Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” I said, as I could no longer handle her tightness. “Are you on the pill, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, hoping I’d be able to cum in her Musalmān Pussy.

“No… Durgesh darling…” she squeaked out as she continued to ride her climax, I so close to cumming. “It’s okay, though, Durgesh darling! Just cum in your Al Qamar Al Islam’s Musalmān Pussy. Fill me up deepest with your utmost wanted Hindu sperm!” she screamed, continuing to move down on my cock.

“Eīshān! Oh God, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl!” I yelled as I was sent over the edge by her naughty words. “Your Durgesh darling’s about to cum!” With one last bounce, she sat hard on my Uncut Hindu Cock and kissed me deeply.

With this, I began to cum.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah!” she yelled as she felt the first of my Hindu sperm splash her Musalmān Pussy walls. “Allah, you’re filling me up so much,” she moaned.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to unleash buckets of my Hindu semen deepest inside Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s fertile Musalmān womb.

“I love you, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said as the last of my Hindu cum filled up Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“I love you too, Durgesh darling! And now understand completely why the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies I know and even my Musalmān lady friends are so crazy to fuck you always irrespective of days or nights. They say you are the best. And Wallāh, they are quite correct.” she yelped, finally feeling her orgasm subside!

She collapsed on my chest, her gorgeous tits pressing into my chest.

I ran my hand over the back of her legs and hips, squeezing her beautiful Musalmān ass one last time.

She sat up, feeling this, and lightly rubbed her breasts, still on my lap.

I grabbed her hips and lifted her petite body off mine and placed her on my console.

“Allah, Durgesh darling, that was amazing!!” she smiled, leaning against my chest and kissing me.

“I’ve never fucked such a sexy little thing before, recently.” I smiled, kissing her back and groping her breast roughly.

I looked over onto the floor and saw Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s shorts and panties on the carpet of the car.

Her panties were absolutely drenched in her juices, and her shorts were still slightly wet on the bottom from my pre-cum.

“Here you go, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I said, handing her shorts and panties. She inspected her panties and tossed them aside, deeming them too wet to wear.

She slipped her tight shorts over her wide hips and gorgeous legs, and bent over looking for her shirt.

I admired Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight, pantiless Musalmān ass as her puffy Musalmān Pussy showed through the thin yoga shorts.

I slapped her beautiful Musalmān ass just as she grabbed her shirt, hearing her yelp from the sudden sting.

As she put her tank top on, her hard nipples showing very obviously through the fabric without her bra, I started to wonder what would happen.

“Wait, so you’re not on the pill? What are we gonna do if something happens?” I asked, slightly concerned.

“If I happen to get pregnant, I guess I could always move back home with you, Durgesh darling. I could go to the college near our house. At least we have a backup plan!” She smiled again with her bubbly smile. “That would be okay, right Durgesh darling?” she said as she bit her lip and puffed her chest outward.

“Of course, Al Qamar Al Islam-girl.” I said, realizing I couldn’t say no to my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “Whatever happens we’ll deal with it.” I put my shorts and shirt back on before getting ready to drive again.

“Hey, Durgesh darling?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, asked shyly.

“Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, turning toward her and starting the car again.

She leaned in close and grabbed my face, pulling my head in and pressing her lips against mine. “We still have 4 hours to go till we make it to my apartment, and now we’re a little off schedule. It will be too late to drive back today, do you wanna stay the night at the apartment?” she asked sheepishly.

“I’d love to, Al Qamar Al Islam.” I said as I began to pull back onto the road. “I’ll fuck my sexy little Al Qamar Al Islam all night and into the morning,” I said with a sly grin, putting my free arm around her waist and pulling her off the console into my lap.

She blushed a deep red and then leaned into my chest.

I kissed her on the lips as she whispered back,

“Oh, Durgesh darling, I love you! “She kissed me again and then lay against my chest, both of us looking forward to what was to come.*

As we asked truth or dare, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm immediately blurted out dare, not waiting for me to ask or respond.

“Okay. We dare you to get to second base. Make out with your husband and suck on his cock.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān answered, smiling.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s eyes went wide. “What is this, high school? Daring me to go to 2nd base?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, concerned.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm tried to hide it, but I immediately noted she was secretly happy.

Perhaps it was the reason she chose dare even without asking me.

“Yup. That’s your dare. Do it or not.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, speaking up and giggling a bit.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm leaned to my ear, whispering softly. “It’s fine Durgesh. Don’t give away and betray me, please. Don’t forget we are playing husband and wife. Moreover, being my father in law it’s your duty to protect me from everything against me.”

I started, to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s surprise.

“I know you really want that purse, this will only take a few minutes. It’s no big deal.” I said, getting braver.

She was still in shock, but spoke back.

“Yeah, but it’s inappropriate nevertheless. You’re my father in law!” she looked over at the prada bag, admiring it again. “I do really want that purse, though,” she added.

“Fine, but try to make it quick.” I said.

She’d drank far too much as is, and that allowed her to relax, perhaps too much.

“Okay, We’ll do it.” She said to the group, turning to me.

“Oooh, this should be fun!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān cooed.

Durgesh faced Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

She brought her hand around my waist, pulling me closer to her.

I hesitated for a second, before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took the initiative.

She planted her lips firmly to mine, hoping to get it over quick.

As our lips touched, her brief intentions scattered away. We both felt electricity as we kissed, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, drunk as she was, melted into my mouth.

As I kissed Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I was overtaken in the lust of the Moment.

I placed one hand on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s ass and leaned her on the floor, on her knees.

She pushed her tongue into my mouth, lightly teasing me.

She moaned into my mouth as my rough hands caressed her hard nipple, and she felt herself getting wet.

Ignoring everything, she placed her hands on the back of my head, and broke the kiss.
Then she moved her head down towards my Uncut Hindu Penis, admiring it from close.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took my sixty seven years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I arched my back from the sudden wetness on my hard Uncut Hindu Cock, driving it further into her Musalmān mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sucked on my firm, sixty seven years old, utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Lund as it were an ice cream bar, flicking it nipple with her marvelous Musalmān tongue.

I slowly reached down to touch her burning Musalmān Pussy.

I lightly ran my finger over her slit, feeling the wetness through her panties.

“Allaaaaaaaah!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gasped out, in a whisper.

She started to grind her pussy against my finger, when she was interrupted by the group.

“Holy nonsense you guys!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, breaking the silence.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I immediately realized where we were, groping each other in front of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friends.

We had been too into it to even say anything before Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl had spoken up.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm withdrew her mouth from my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Hindu shaft was now glistening from her saliva.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm got off me, looking up at the group.

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was bright red, even though she hadn’t even been the one doing anything.

I then eyed Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, realizing her hand was in between her legs.

Her Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy was puffier than before.

She had just been masturbating!

“Jeez, guys! Get a room!” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb now said out loud, chuckling.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blushed deeper than she had before, embarrassed that she had been paying so little attention.

Her hands moved once again to her lap, covering the front of her panties.

She tried to hide it, but her panties were now absolutely soaked with her juices.

I had just been openly rubbing her wet Musalmān slit, and now she was hornier than ever.

Even more so, she was turned on by the fact we had done it while her friends watched.

The thought of being touched by me, the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, in front of her unknowing friends drove her crazy.

“Well, now” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, removing her hand from between her legs and giving me a slight grin. “I guess you fulfilled your dare!”

It was then Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb and her husband’s turn.

They chose dare, opting to keep their last truth.

The women convened again, and once again chose something naughty.

“Give Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband, instead of your own husband, a striptease/lapdance, and make it good. You have strip all the way naked.”

“I don’t know about this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb.” Muħammad Saåīd, her husband, started, not wanting everyone to see his wife completely naked.

“It’s fine, baby. Don’t worry.” She said, reassuring him.

She led me to a chair and gave me a fantastic lap dance, slowly stripping away the slutty witch dress she had been wearing and sensually grinding herself in my lap.

She grabbed my hands and placed us on her body as she removed both her panties and bra, revealing her large, tanned breasts and huge beautiful Musalmān ass.

The men, including me, ogled Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb’s beautiful Musalmān body as she performed the dare, looking at me with lust in our eyes.

She finished the lap dance, staying naked, and sitting on the floor.

Her large, firm breasts sat out in the open as she once again faced everyone.

I stood up from the chair, a noticeable erection in my penis.

The women giggled at the sight, and then moved on to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān and her husband’s turn.

This time, the women got bold.

I noticed them giggling abnormally, after Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān chose to do a dare once again.

They broke their huddle and gave the dare.

“Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, you have to suck on Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s husband’s Penis, my husband’s, as I myself did.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said with a sly grin.

“What?” she exclaimed. “Surely you can’t be fine with this, Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb? I think you want to suck his wonderful Penis.”

“I’m game,” she said, giggling. “I love someone as beautiful as you are sucking a wonderful Penis.” she said, eyeing Muħammad Saåīd.

Both of their husbands gulped, and I could tell they wanted to object but were too excited to pass up the opportunity.

“Fine.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, to my surprise.

I was shocked, but definitely looked forward to.

“You ready?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, nearing me.

“All yours!” I smiled boldly.

Taking command, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān pushed me onto my back.

Slowly, she put one of her legs in between mine and gently lowered her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth towards Uncut Hindu Prick.

I moaned slightly as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān flicked Uncut Hindu Prick with her tongue before taking my entire sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Cock into her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

As Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān continued to suck on my Uncut Hindu Penis, she pinched her nipple with her other hand, causing herself to arch her back.
I gasped as Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s breasts fell into view.

They were breathtaking.

They were firm and perky, slightly bigger than Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s.

They jostled up and down with her every move, hypnotizing me.

My cock further hardened as she sucked me wonderfully nonstop.

The men’s jaws were still on us, stunned by what was happening.

As they tried to recover, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān changed the subject.

“Okay, Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl. It’s your guys’ turn now!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, her breathing still heavy from her arousal. “You only have dares left, right?”

“Oh, nuh uh.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, turning a shade of red I had never even seen before. “I’m not doing anything like that! I’m too embarrassed! We’re out!” she said, looking away.

Her husband looked relieved yet slightly disappointed that they wouldn’t be doing anything, but accepted the decision.

“You sure?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke in.

“Yeah. We’re gonna stay and watch still, of course.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl added.

“What a naughty slut!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, laughing.

“Whatever!” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, embarrassed. “It’s Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and Muħammad Raħmān’s turn now, right?” she added, referring to me as Muħammad Raħmān.

“I guess so,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, agreeing. “Truth or dare?”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned to me, whispering to decide what we wanted to do. “I think we should do one more dare, before it gets too serious, so we can keep our truth for a last round if we need it. We’ll try to get us out after our turn with something crazy.”

I just nodded in agreement, too horny to really focus on anything.

“We choose dare again.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.

“Okay,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, this time not even attempting to decide the dare with the rest of the group. “Give your husband a blow job again, right here in front of us.”

My jaw dropped.

I hadn’t expected it to ever go this far, and while my cock stirred at the thought of getting my cock sucked by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, I fully expected her to turn it down.

“You can’t be serious, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān! That’s too far. The other stuff was borderline already, but this is basically like having sex in front of you guys! You can’t expect us to accept that!”

“Well, that’s the dare, sweetie.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, teasing her. “If you want to win, that’s what you have to do.”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked to the other two women for support.

We had none.

“Sorry, babe, but no objections here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said as she made eye contact with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. “This is too exciting!”

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl was too embarrassed to even be talking about it to acknowledge Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looking at her.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm turned towards me, lost in thought. I, in the middle of this all, tried to discuss it with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

“It’s fine, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I started, whispering to her as she drew closer. “This has gone far enough already. There’s no need to do the dare.”

“You’re right, dear. It’s fine.” She replied. I took a deep breath of relief. “Just let me do all the work.” She added.

My eyes shot wide as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm grab my Uncut Hindu Prick.

She actually planned to give me a blowjob!

“Allah Allah! Holy nonsense, she’s gonna do it.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, her eyes glued to what was transpiring.

Slowly, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm unbuckled the fake utility belt I was wearing, and pulled down the bottom of my costume, revealing my boxers.

There was a large tent in my pants, with stains of precum all over the underwear.

I went to protest one last time as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempted to pull them down, but she gave me a threatening glare, causing me to back down.

I couldn’t believe Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was about to give me a blow job!

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm pulled down my boxers in one move, causing my large Uncut Hindu Cock to spring out.

I immediately became aware that everyone in the room could see my Hindu manhood.

The women gasped as it escaped my boxers, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, eyes wide, instinctively licked her lips.

“Holy nonsense, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb blurted out. “Allah, that thing is huge.”

“I can see why you married him, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said nonchalantly, in front of her own husband.

SI blatantly stared at my Uncut Hindu Cock, and I saw her subtly move her hand between her legs. “That thing’s like half as big as you!” she added, referencing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s petite Musalmān body.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ignored them, focusing on the task at hand.

She’d never seen such a big cock in her life, and strangely felt proud that she had acquired such a thing.

At the same time, she felt herself get wet at the thought of tasting it.

Slowly, she brought her lips to my Hindu cockhead, and in one move engulfed the tip in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I moaned as I felt Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth envelop my cock, her tongue swirling around its tip.

I watched as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm slowly moved her lips down the length of my Hindu shaft, attempting to take it all at once.

Unbeknownst to me, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was exceptionally gifted at giving head, and she also really liked doing it too.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to slide her luscious, red Musalmān lips down my massive Hindu girth.

She stopped, taking in as much as she could, and found herself unable to reach the bottom third of my Hindu manhood.

I moaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s gorgeous, soft Musalmān lips running over my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Seeing Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, dressed up with her Pocahontas headband and light facepaint, almost choking on my massive Uncut Hindu Cock made me harder than I’d ever been before recently, and I did everything I could to not cum right there.

Realizing she couldn’t reach the base of my cock, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm took her free hands and placed it around the base of my cock, using her other to cradle my large testicles.

As her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and through adjusted to my size, she began to pump the bottom part of my cock with her dainty hand, unable to even completely wrap her hand around it.

She worked my Uncut Hindu Cock with one hand, massaging my balls with the other as she slowly started to move her Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

She began to pick up the pace as she got more and more used to my size, running her small mouth up and down the length of my enormous Hindu cock.

I watched in pure delight as Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s lips bobbed up and down over my cock.

I noticed her big, perky Musalmān tits bouncing up and down each time she moved her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips down the length of my Uncut Hindu Lund and pumped her hand.

It was by far the best head I’d ever been given recently, and it drove me even crazier that I was being blown by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to move her ardent Musalmān lips up and down my enormous Hindu manhood, enjoying the taste of such a sixty seven years old, utmost experienced large Uncut Hindu Cock in her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She pumped my shaft over and over, feeling herself getting wetter as she pleasured me in front of her close friends.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue expertly worked my Hindu cockhead before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm felt me begin to tense up.

Realizing I was close to cumming, she picked up her pace even more, wrapping her ardent Musalmān lips tight around my massive Hindu girth and engulfing as much of my length as she could, to the point of almost choking.

I could no longer handle Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s expert work, and knew I was close to finishing.

“Holy nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm-” I started, cutting myself off, realizing I needed to call Al Nādirah Al Åzīm by her actual name. “Oh Fuck, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I’m about to cum, babe!” I said, attempting to act like her husband.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to work in overdrive before I couldn’t take it anymore.

“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling my balls tighten as I began to release inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.

Ropes and ropes of my Hindu cum shot down Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s throat as I felt my balls empty into Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s mouth.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was expecting to swallow my cum, but she wasn’t prepared for how much I actually came.

What seemed like buckets of my Hindu cum shot out of my enormous Hindu cock, filling her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth to the brim.

She swallowed my load, but my Uncut Hindu Cock continued to pump out more of my potent seed.

Finally, I began to settle down as I pumped the last of my cum deep inside Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s mouth.

I groaned at the sight of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm attempting to finish swallowing my Hindu load, a small amount of my cum dripping down her chin and landing on her perky breast.

As I finished, she continued to lick the head of my cock, cleaning it entirely of my cum.

She swallowed the rest of my load and slowly withdrew her twenty eight years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth from My cock.

She looked down at the cum that had fallen onto her breast before gathering it on her finger and licking it off.

I looked at gorgeous Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, her left breast and chin still dripping with my cum.

As I recovered, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm looked up at me and smiled seductively, giving me a little shrug.

I pulled my boxers back up over my still hard Hindu cock.

Immediately, we both once again realized where we were: right in front of three other couples.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, attempting to tidy herself, took her nearby top and wiped the cum off her face and body.

She sat down on my lap and gave me a peck on the lips, shortly after having just had her own around my cock.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s panties were completely soaked at this point; she was as horny as she could ever remember, especially after performing such a naughty, taboo act in front of other people.

I could feel her wetness in my lap and knew Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly aroused.

“Allah Rabbil Åālmīn, that was hot.” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke, apparently too transfixed to be embarrassed further.

“We have to get out of here.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said suddenly, speaking to her husband Muħammad Saåīd.

She stood up, grabbing his hand and pulling him up.

He had a noticeable erection.

“What are you doing, babe?” Muħammad Saåīd said, obviously confused.

“We have to go, now.” Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb said, bringing her mouth close to his ear and whispering something.

His eyes went wide for a Moment as Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb cracked a smile.

She gathered the pieces of her costume and started putting them on, forgetting in the Moment about her bra and panties.

“Okay, guys. We’re leaving. Have fun!” she said, moving to the door.

Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl spoke up: “Wait! Don’t you want the purse?”

They opened the door, still continuing to leave. “No thanks, girls. You guys can keep it! Bye!” she said, smiling at us, as her husband pulled her out the door, slamming it in the process.

“Allah,” Al Sabīħah Al Kamāl said, realizing what Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb went off to do.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up now, speaking to Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. “Okay, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān. I completed my dare. Now it’s your turn. Truth or dare?”

I looked at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as she snapped out of her silent haze.

I looked down between her legs and saw her finger firmly pleasuring her naked pussy.

She removed it as she realized what was happening.

“Such a little horny slut.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm spoke up, teasing Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān as if she had been doing to us all night. So which is it gonna be?”

“Dare!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, blurting it out without speaking to her husband.

I briefly tried to protest before Al Nādirah Al Åzīm interrupted me.

“Okay,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said. “Let my husband fuck you in the ass.” She said, motioning towards me.

“What?” her husband shouted, speaking up for the first time since the game started.

He’d really only been watching until now.

“Okay, honey.” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, getting up. She walked over to the nearby bed and laid herself over it, exposing both her tight Musalmān holes to the remaining members of the group. “Let’s go, my dear. Fuck my tight little Musalmān ass.” She said, about as nonchalantly as one possibly could.

Chapter 50

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1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 48

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

Al Qamar Al Islam looked out the windows and scanned the areas all around us. “Look, there’s no one even in sight! There’s no way you can get pulled over! I’m moving!” She said of her own accord, plopping on my lap.

“Eīshān, Al Qamar Al Islam!” I exclaimed at the sudden plop.

“Sorry, Durgesh darling!” she grinned as she looked up at me with her gorgeous blue Musalmān eyes. “But now I can definitely make it much farther!”

I couldn’t say no to her, and, after all, what did it matter to me?

She was incredibly light and if it made the journey easier, I guess it worked!

After about 20 minutes of us joking around, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, decided to reposition herself a little bit more so she wouldn’t get tired. “Sorry, Durgesh darling, just hang on a sec!” she said as she moved about, sliding closer towards me in the process.

It was at this point that I noticed Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān ass start to push into my lap.

She was turned to the side, but her round ass pressed firmly into my leg and I naturally began to get aroused.

I wasn’t impotent after all that can control even now.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was supreme sensitive in this matter.

Moreover, I am never ashamed of it.

I’m proud of it, instead.

It Al Qamar Al Islam’s own decision.

I never proposed it to her.

Did I?

Then why should I be ashamed of something I wasn’t responsible for?

I watched her tight shorts ride up to the top of her smooth round Musalmān thighs and hug her wide hips as she continued to get comfortable.

We sat in the same position for a while longer before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, got a little antsy from doing nothing.

“Hey, Durgesh darling?” She asked sheepishly.

“Yeah, Al Qamar Al Islam? What’s up?” I asked smiling, wondering what was up this time.

“You think I can steer for a little bit? I’m super bored! There’s still no one around us, and we’re just on a straight road!” she tried to reason before I could even try to object.

“How are you gonna even reach turned that way?” I asked, after all, she was still facing the passenger seat with her legs over the console.

“It’s fine! Look how roomy it is on the driver side” she said as she lifted herself and turned around, placing her legs between mine and clutching the wheel.

She slid further down into my leg as she basically sat three quarters of the way forward and right in my lap.

“Sorry, Al Qamar Al Islam, I’m not gonna let you steer. That’s too dangerous. Just make sure you’re still comfortable. We still have quite a while to go.”

“Aww,” she said, obviously disappointed. “It’s fine though, this is actually more comfortable than before.”

It was harder for me to focus on driving now, as Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful Musalmān ass was pressing hard into my Hindu crotch.

I, too, had worn comfortable clothes and because of it had only really thin shorts on.

She was sitting on part of my Uncut Hindu Cock as it began to come to life, still trapped under her tight Musalmān body.

I continued to drive in this uncomfortable position before the interstate suddenly got smaller and we drove onto an obviously less well kept part of it.

The road began to get very bumpy.

The car rattled as we drove over the uneven surface, and as the bumps got bigger my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, who didn’t have a seatbelt, started to bounce in the car.

She bounced on my lap, untrapping my hardness in the process.

My Uncut Hindu Cock sprung free and made a tent in my thin shorts.

She began to bounce up and down on my lap harder and harder as my Uncut Hindu Cock pressed into the tight shorts barely covering her beautiful Musalmān ass.

“What is that, Durgesh darling?” she asked as she felt my Hindu hardness touch her Musalmān ass.

“It’s nothing honey, just ignore it,” I said, not embarrassed even slightly.

Was I responsible for what was happening?

Al Qamar Al Islam was herself doing it.

And perhaps enjoying it as well, very much.

As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, bounced from the unevenness of the road, I got a good view of her fantastic Musalmān tits moving up and down right in front of me.

I continued to harden as I stared at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s breasts, still trying to navigate the road.

Thankfully, it was still straight.

My Uncut Hindu Cock continued to press into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s gorgeous Musalmān ass as she tried to grab on to my leg to stay still.

Finally, her jostling started to pull down my shorts.

A huge bump caused her to slide down my lap again and bring my shorts with her, pulling them free from my upper lap.

My Hindu member escaped from its confines and pressed tighter into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s beautiful young Musalmān body.

I was too crammed on the bumpy road to be able to do anything.

“Durgesh darling!” she yelped as my giant Uncut Hindu Cock ground into her through her shorts. “Oh fuck, is that your Uncut Hindu Cock?” she asked, startling me with her choice of words.

Just as she said that, the road resumed to its normal smoothness, leaving my exposed Uncut Hindu Cock trapped under Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s round Musalmān ass.

I realized this was way worse as my cockhead pressed hard into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy , oozing pre-cum and soaking the thin material of her shorts.

As I tried to move, still attempting to drive with this massive distraction, I accidently further pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s pussy lips.

“Oh fuck, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moaned.

With this, she began to move along my lap once again, grinding her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu lap.

“What are you doing, Al Qamar Al Islam? The road isn’t bumpy anymore!” I asked as she pleasured my Uncut Hindu Cock by pressing hard against me.

“Ugh, I’m so fucking horny now Durgesh darling! And your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big!” she gasped in between her short breaths.

I was shocked at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, behavior, yet I still had to drive.

Just as I began to say something, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, moved her hips up and attempted to do something.

“What’s up now?” I said, my Uncut Hindu Cock missing being pressed against her tight Musalmān ass.

She answered me with her actions.

As she moved her hips up, she slowly pulled down her tight yoga shorts and panties, revealing her nude Musalmān ass and pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

She sat back down, this time her puffy Musalmān Cunt pressing right into my humungous Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Al Qamar Al Islam?” I said, questioningly.

“Allah Allah, God, Durgesh darling! I’m so fucking wet. I need you to fuck me right here. I can’t wait any longer. I haven’t gotten off in a week!” She looked into my eyes with her slight pout, begging me to continue with her.

Before I could react to her words and her admission of masturbation she grabbed one of my arms off the wheel and placed my hand on her firm breast.

“Oh fuck!” I moaned as I kneaded her breast in my hand.

“Do you like us, Durgesh darling?” she asked seductively, her hand reaching for my huge Uncut Hindu member.

“Your tits are fucking perfect, Al Qamar Al Islam” I maoned as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock.

At this point, I could no longer wait.

I momentarily released the wheel, and lifted my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, up and placed her onto my enormous Hindu shaft.

“Allah Allah,, Durgesh darling!” she screamed as her Musalmān tightness attempted to envelop my Uncut Hindu Cock.

My girth was practically splitting her petite Musalmān Cunt in half. “Allah! Oh God, you’re filling me up so much. Your Uncut Hindu Cock is so fucking big, Durgesh darling! Ammījān is very lucky. I don’t believe she is really suffering from any disease. She needs your Sex Therapy not to cure her medically. She needs to be cured, I think, sexually rather.”

I groaned as my Hindu member slowly entered Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s tight Musalmān hole.

She had the tightest Musalmān pussy I’d ever felt recently and it was agonizingly pleasurable to feel my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, sliding down my Hindu manhood.

“Fuck me!” she screamed as I finally bottomed out into Al Qamar Al Islam.

She momentarily let herself completely adjust to my width before slowly moving up off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Before she hit the end, she moved down again and began sliding up and down in my lap.

She picked up a pace and started bouncing harder and harder on my Uncut Hindu Cock.*

I was absolutely shocked, not realizing the game would be about anything sexual.

However, I immediately controlled myself from being uncomfortable.

Being uncomfortable never solved any problem of anyone anywhere.

On the contrary it made everyone ridiculous and always increased his/her problems.

I turned towards her, seeing her blush bright red.

She could afford her, never I.

I was her father in law after all, step or else.

Moreover, she had requested me to play her husband now.

“Why are you asking me that? I’m not gonna answer! That’s private!” she said, turning a bright shade of red.

“Come on, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! This is the game! You chose truth, now do you want to answer or not?”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm gulped, looking once again at the bag.

Clearly, she still wanted it.

“We’ve fucked against the open window in the front of our house before. Also, we do it on the kitchen counter pretty often, of course while everyone else is away.” She said, to my complete amazement.

I was shocked.

Firstly, I was surprised she answered the question.

Secondly, I was amazed they had done anything so exhibitionist. I began to get aroused, picturing myself fucking her brains out on top of the kitchen counter.

I shook my head, trying to get the image out of my head, cursing myself for thinking about something so taboo.

“Wow, naughty!” one of the other sophisticated highly educated Musalmān houseladies spoke up. “I’m sure you two have a lot of fun!” she said, winking at me.

The rest of the round went by, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm now joining in on the little meetings, each couple choosing truth and being asked something of a similar sexual nature.

All four of the couples continued to drink while playing, and we had all gotten noticeable drunker as the turns went around.

Finally, it was our turn again, and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm and I talked for a bit before deciding which to choose: truth or dare.

“I don’t really want to hear you talk about that, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm” I said, frankly.

I was too aroused at all the talk of sex.

“I agree,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm started, “plus, we only have on truth left for the entire game. We should see what a dare is. If it’s just something like a peck, we can handle it.”

“We choose dare this time!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, firmly.

“Oooh,” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, smiling mischievously.

The other couples convened again, this time really only the three women at all bothering to even lean in, before breaking once again.

“Okay. We dare you to take off your costume top and bottom, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”

I was shocked once again.

Apparently we weren’t trying to do anything light at all; we were gunning for the win.

“What?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm quipped, blushing at the idea even being thrown out. “I can’t do that! I’m not even wearing a bra underneath my top!”

This immediately got my attention, as my eyes shot to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s perky Musalmān breasts.

I could clearly see her nipples poking through the fabric.

“Oh, don’t be such a prude, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! You want the bag, don’t you? Do it, or forfeit.”

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm bit her lip, looking back and forth between the bag and I, deciding what to do.

Finally, she made her decision, blushing as she slowly untied her top, letting her perky Musalmān breasts fall against her chest.

I gasped as her breasts fell into view.

She got up, sliding her skirt down her waist, leaving her completely naked save for her tiny, lace panties and the face paint on her cheeks.

The men immediately stared at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān tits, obviously enjoying the view.

I blatantly ogled Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s Musalmān breasts, now completely hard under my suit.

They were perfectly sized, big enough to be cupped but not too big for her frame.

She had cute, perky nipples that just begged to be squeezed.

My mouth watered at the thought of fucking Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s tight Musalmān ass from behind while I groped her tits.

I could only view her with lust now.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm sat down, blushing as she realized everyone was staring at her.

Her panties hardly covered her round Musalmān ass, and her legs and hips looked incredible as her scantily clad bottom pressed against the cold floor.

Without any clothes on, her nipples started to harden, chilled by the air.

“Okay,” she said, breaking the silence. “Who’s next?” she asked, placing her hands over the front of her panties, covering where her pussy would be.

“It’s our turn,” one of the other women spoke up, apparently named Al Shāziyah. “But Allah, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, your tits are so fucking perfect. It must be nice having big, perky ones like that.” She said, grabbing her own breasts, which were smaller somewhat.

Al Shāziyah Al Yåqūb was an Iraqi woman with large breasts and gorgeous, sunkissed skin.

She had the Iraqi curves and wore a revealing witch costume.

The round continued, moving around to each couple.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, to my delight, had also been dared to take her costume off, revealing her tight Musalmān body.

Unlike Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, however, she was wearing a bra.

It barely covered her large, creamy breasts as she unzipped the top part of her suit, sliding it down to her waist.

“Do I have to take the whole thing off?” she asked, hesitant.

“You made up the rules, hon.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, frankly.

“Okay…” she said, slipping the rest of the skintight suit over her beautiful Iraqi Årab Musalmān ass and down her legs, stepping out of it.

As she rolled it down, I realized I had been right about her not wearing panties.

She was wearing nothing underneath, and as she took off her costume she exposed her naked Musalmān ass and lovely, shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the entire group.

I heard the other men gulp as she flashed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy to the other couples.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, while hesitant at first, didn’t seem to care that much about being naked.

She sat down and crossed her legs, My eyes following her puffy pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy all the way down.

I looked up, making eye contact with Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.

She winked at me, catching me staring at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Iraqi Årab Musalmān Pussy.

“Naughty much, Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān, going with no panties on?” the other woman spoke up. I had learned she was a petite Lebanese woman named Sabīħah.

She had big breasts, but wore a slutty outfit that complimented her white skin and showed off her legs.

She was wearing black thigh highs and the normal white apron that tied around her waist, showing off her figure.

She was definitely very cute.

“Says the girl in the slutty outfit?” she said, laughing.

“Yeah, but at least I’m not flashing everyone! Anyway, it’s our turn, we choose our last truth.”

The women asked another intimate question this time

and more interesting.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” they asked, giggling.

Sabīħah immediately blushed, looking away.

“Yes, I have. Honestly, it felt really good.”

“What?” the man behind her spoke up, probably her husband.

They both wore wedding rings.

“Sorry baby, it was before we met. He had a really big Uncut Hindu Cock and wanted to fuck my Lebanese Årab Musalmān ass for my birthday. I agreed.” She said back to him.

I chuckled to myself, amused at the fact they had probably been married for several years and yet they didn’t know that about each other.

“Maybe I’ll let you do it sometime.” Sabīħah added, kissing him.

After everyone finished going, it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s and my turn again.

Chapter 49

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 47

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Nādirah Al Åzīm

I haven’t gotten everything I needed yet!

I have a few more pieces of luggage that I absolutely can’t leave behind! Is there any more room?” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, yelled from the 2nd story of the house, obviously concerned. “I just need these two more things!” she tried to bargain, showing me two large bags probably filled with more clothes.

“Sorry honey, but if we put anything else into the car there’s gonna be no room for you to sit! The only thing left is the passenger seat. And those won’t fit between us on the console.” I said, looking at the car like a game of Tetris.

“What if I try to squeeze in between the seat and the console? It’s mostly flat, there’s nothing really in the way. Plus, it’s mostly a straight, long drive so it’s not like I absolutely need to be in the seat!” She said, still trying to come up with a way to bring all of her stuff.

“I don’t know, Al Qamar Al Islam, there really isn’t much room. You’d have to sit basically on the console the entire way. The front is roomy, but not THAT roomy.” I said, looking up at my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, in the window.

“It’s fine, Durgesh darling. I can handle that. It’s worth being able to bring all of my stuff.” She said, apparently resolute.

“It’s your call, darling. Just remember, it’s almost a seven hour drive.”

“That’s okay, Durgesh darling. I can make it. I’ll be down in a second! Thanks for helping me bring everything!” she called down to me, absolutely ecstatic she could bring everything to her new apartment. “I’m coming down now!”

I couldn’t help but be content seeing Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s smile.

She was an absolutely bubbly young girl and naturally I loved seeing her happy.

“Don’t forget to change into something comfortable, then. Once we start the drive you won’t be able to change!” I called up as my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, disappeared into the house.

“Okay, Durgesh darling!” my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, shouted back from inside her room. “I’ll be right out after I change!”

As my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, ran down the stairs with the two new pieces of luggage I couldn’t help but admire the young woman she had turned into.

She had just turned 18 last month and she was an absolute stunner.

I looked at Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s petite Musalmān body as she bounced down the steps toward me.

She was a petite girl, but she played a lot of sports, Panjvaqtah Namāzī, and consequently was incredibly fit.

“Panjvaqtah Namāz, five times Salawāt is a complete exercise to keep a woman absolutely physically fit.” Her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam always used to say and instruct her.

“And isn’t it good to keep fit our mankind too, Ammī?” Al Qamar Al Islam used to ask her Ammī teasingly.

“I don’t know,” her Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān, used to say scornfully, “Ask your ultramodern Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās. He thinks his Corporate Business needs as much of his attention as he doesn’t have optimum time enough for five times Salawāt even.”

“Abbū is a rotten liar,” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās commented curtly, “He avoids Salawāt as much as possible. His Corporate Business is actually an excuse only.”

“That’s why his body is going out of shape immensely.” Al Shams Al Islam said contemptuously, “Just look at him. He is turning into an elephant somewhat.”

“Abbū says five times Salawāt was possible when there wasn’t any Corporate Business Competition. Today, competition is so much as no sane businessman can afford five times Salawāt now.” Al Qamar Al Islam favored her Abbū, “We womankind must compensate for our mankind in this matter.”

“I said Abbū is a rotten liar.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās repeated, “There are too many Musalmān ladies themselves very successful Businesswomen. They never zāyah, never miss, their any Salāt out of five times Salawāt. How they can manage it? And if our Businesswomen can do that, why can’t our businessmen too?”

Al Shams Al Islam smiled at her daughters sarcastically.

“Your fast elephantine Abbū thinks actually five times Salawāt is harmful to male sexual organ. It clinches it every time hindering its proper development. He says that’s why Hindus are better in sex than Musalmīn.”

“Nonsense.” Al Sāliħah Al Åbbās blurted.

“Don’t tell me it. Tell your wise Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.” Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān said tersely.

Al Qamar Al Islam had a shapely hourglass figure with sexy, wide hips and perky C cup breasts that bounced with her every step.

Her Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was incredibly round and tight and her gorgeous, tanned legs shined as she stepped out of the house.

I was never ashamed to do so but I couldn’t help but gawk at the beautiful, young thing standing before me.

She had come down in tight yoga shorts that hugged her incredible young Musalmān ass and a very thin, white tank top that showed off her perfect tits.

It was pretty hot.

Consequently, I didn’t want to say anything, but she was dressed pretty skimpily.

“I guess that’s what I get for telling her to dress comfortably.” I thought.

“Hey Durgesh darling, I’m ready!” she said, smiling up at me.

“Alright Al Qamar Al Islam, put the stuff in the seat and I’ll try to figure out how this whole thing will work.” I said, watching her move to the car.

“Alright!” she beamed, reaching into the car door and bending over to see how much space there was.

I ogled Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s scantily clad Musalmān ass as she looked around, giving me a great view of her tight Musalmān bottom.

She decided what to do and stuffed the two bags into the car barely managing to close the door before realizing she wasn’t in yet.

“Oops, Durgesh darling! Before you get in let me go in first so I can sit on the console!”

I stopped just as I entered the car and waited for my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, to come around and squeeze somewhere in the middle.

She jumped in the crammed car and sat on the relatively flat surface that the console provided.

“Okay, I think I’m ready to go!” she announced, apparently getting comfortable.

“I sure hope we don’t get spotted by a cop.” Durgesh thought. She didn’t have a seatbelt but he figured she’d be fine.

After all, they lived in a decently small town and the interstate was almost always pretty clear.

“Looks like we’re off!” I said as I pulled out of the driveway and headed towards the highway. “Only 7 more hours to go!” I said as I playfully nudged my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam,. “You better be able to handle it!”

“Durgesh darling I’ll be fine! I don’t mind sitting here at all!” she said back to me, punching me in the arm.

We got on the freeway and began the long drive to her out of state college.

We drove for about 45 minutes before my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, started shifting around on the console.

We had gotten onto the freeway and were basically in the middle of nowhere by now.

I couldn’t even see another car ahead or behind us for at least half a mile.

I eyed her beautiful legs as she moved around trying to get comfortable.

“Something wrong, Al Qamar Al Islam?” I asked, obviously sarcastic.

“I didn’t realize how uncomfortable this thing would be! I don’t think I’m gonna last.” She said, giving up pretty easily.

“Well, there’s not much you can do! I told you it’d be hard!” I said, wondering what was going through her mind.

“I’m okay, Durgesh darling! Just let me sit on your knee! That’ll be much better, so I won’t have this thing sticking into my bottom.” She said, pointing towards the console handle.

“Uhh, I don’t know about that. What if a cop sees us? I’ll definitely get a ticket for you not having a seatbelt on. At least right now you sorta look like you’re in the seat!” I reasoned.*

Realizing I’d have no way to know in advance, I decided I’d find Al Nādirah Al Åzīm at the party and figure out what to do there.

I drove to the house and got out of the car, hearing the music blaring even from the outside.

I walked up the porch, opening the door and stepping inside.

I looked around as I entered; realizing I probably knew absolutely no one at the entire party.

The house was packed, and I could recognize anyone that was unmasked.

The other half of the people had some sort of mask on and I couldn’t tell who they were even if I did actually knew them.

I pushed through a crowd of people before spotting an incredibly hot woman walking towards me in a very revealing Pocahontas costume.

I looked the woman’s body up and down, enjoying the eye candy.

The costume hardly covered her up, revealing much of her toned legs and hugging her little frame perfectly.

It was a two-piece costume, and the top showed off her perky big breasts, emphasizing them with its tightness.

The bottom was a loose skirt with a slit in it, revealing most of her thighs and only covering up to just below her beautiful ass.

Finally, I looked up at her face to see who it was, and realized it was Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!

I was shocked at what she was wearing, and even more so that I had been checking her out, before I was interrupted as she eventually reached me.

“Hey father in law!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, reaching her arms over my neck and pulling my head down towards hers.

I Momentarily smelt alcohol and wondered what she was doing.

My question was soon answered.

She pressed her soft, full lips against mine, melting in my mouth.

She pushed her tongue inside my mouth, meeting mine, before I could fully react to what was happening.

I was making out with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm !

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm continued to passionately press her lips to mine, before I broke the kiss abruptly, to her confusion.

“What the hell, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ?” I said, realizing she had no way of knowing Muħammad Raħmān wasn’t coming.

“What the fuck? Durgesh? Why didn’t you tell me it was you before we started kissing? Why the hell are you even here, and in your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson’s costume?” she asked, seemingly mad.

“Yār, he got called for a work thing. He told me to come here and make sure you wouldn’t leave on account of him. I wanted to enjoy myself. I was GOING to tell you before you started mauling me with your tongue! What was that about?” I asked, still surprised and, at this point, slightly aroused.

“Oh nonsense.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, realizing what she’d done. “Sorry about that, ‘Dad’(?). I didn’t know it was you. I’m gonna be honest, I’ve had a bit to drink.”

“I can tell.” I said bluntly.

“Anyway, Durgesh, you really shouldn’t be here. This is more of an adult party-” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was cut off by none other than her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān.

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm! I can see your husband, Muħammad Raħmān, has finally arrived. A little naughty to be kissing me like that in front of everyone!” she teased.

“Nonsense” I thought to myself.

She’d just seen Al Nādirah Al Åzīm kiss me and thought I was Muħammad Raħmān now.

I’d just planned on introducing myself.

I hadn’t thought that they might think I was Muħammad Raħmān.

“Uhh, yeah. Sorry about that. I guess I am a little naughty.” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm blurted out, lying to save herself the embarrassment of revealing she’d just kissed her stepfather in law.

“Well, you two, come over here and get some drinks!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, turning around and motioning towards the bar.

I instinctively looked down at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm’s friend, who was, ironically, wearing a catwoman costume.

It was skintight and really put her amazing Musalmān ass and tits on display.

I could see no visible panty lines and assumed, then, she wasn’t wearing any.

I could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock start to stir in my pants, being tantalized by this view of her gorgeous Musalmān body.

She walked towards the bar, I staring at her beautiful Musalmān ass as her hips swayed back and forth.

“Durgesh!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said abruptly, snapping me out of my hypnosis.

“Nonsense, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm!” I said, remembering what had just happened. “What are we gonna do? They think I’m your husband, yār.”

“Well, I really don’t want to explain why I was kissing my own father in law like that, so I think you’re just gonna have to tough it out.” She explained.

“What do you mean?” I said, puzzled.

“Tonight you’re gonna have to act as your stepson, my husband. I don’t want them thinking I’m some weirdo for making out with my father in law, even if it was on accident. Don’t worry, we won’t have any more of that.”

“Fine,” I said, realizing that was probably the best option. “But I’m gonna go get a juice, then.”

“I’ll let you tonight, because of what’s happening, but you better not take even too much juice!” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said.

I didn’t ask what the hell she meant.
“I should say the same to you!” I said, walking off in the direction of the bar.

I had a few juices, enjoying the party, all the while mostly staying with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

They kept it clean and simple, dancing innocently, making sure to keep up appearances.

As they drank more and more, probably too much, I started to notice Al Nādirah Al Åzīm once again.

Her costume really didn’t leave much to the imagination.

It showed off her wide hips and basically half of her beautiful Musalmān ass, especially when she moved around a lot.

I tried not to stare, but as the night went on I became more and more transfixed by Al Nādirah Al Åzīm ‘s hot Musalmān body.

I caught myself several times ogling her tits and admiring her Musalmān ass when she turned around or bent over.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm could feel it too, as we could both sense a small amount of tension building up between us.

It was sexual tension, and it had started with the kiss.

We continued dancing throughout the night, getting closer to one another the more she drank.

Eventually, without realizing, I had gotten pretty brave with Al Nādirah Al Åzīm. I placed my hands on either side of her hips as she turned away from me, dancing to the fast music.

She shook her hips to the beat, drawing closer and closer to me.

As the room got more crowded, she realized her gorgeous Musalmān ass was pressed against my Hindu crotch, and she was grinding it against me.

As Al Nādirah Al Åzīm accidently pressed her round Musalmān ass into my Hindu member, I began to get extremely aroused.

My Uncut Hindu Cock hardened as I ran my hands over the sides of her hips.

We lost ourselves in the haze before we were both tapped on the shoulder from the side.

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, let’s go upstairs! I want to show you something!” It was Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān again, we noticed.

And she was motioning for them to follow her.

We stopped dancing and passed through the crowd towards the staircase.

Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān led us up.

We both were wondering what she wanted.

She led us into a room that had three other couples in it, all friends of Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

The three other couples sitting on the floor in a circle.

The men were all wearing some sort of masked costume.

Not that I’d recognize them if they weren’t, anyway.

The ladies sat next to us, each in a Halloween costume of their own, all three pretty scantily clad.

I couldn’t help but notice that all the women were incredibly hot, even for ladies in their mid to late 30s.

“Sorry for interrupting you guys” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān began, sitting down on the bed in the room, giving us a wink. “But I wanted to have a little private game with the 8 of us!”

“What’s that?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, I hoping it was nothing too serious.

“Well, it’s couples truth or dare! A couple chooses truth or dare, and the other three groups choose one for us. We can either tell the truth or do the dare, or refuse and lose. Oh, and you only get to choose truth twice!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān explained.

“Okay, but what’s the point? If we don’t want to do it we just refuse and lose, who cares?” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm asked, wondering why we would want to play in the first place.

“Oh, I almost forgot!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, excitedly. “The winner gets this!” she said, pulling out a Prada bag from behind her. I didn’t really know if it was special, but it certainly looked well-made and very stylish.

The women, however, instantly lit up with excitement.

“Where did you get that?” They asked.

“Well, I work for a fashion magazine, as you all know, and I was gifted this by one of the designers. It’s a collection piece, so it’s pretty much priceless.. I thought I’d include it as the prize in our game to spice things up!”

I could tell by the way she looked at it that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm wanted the bag, and she wanted it really bad.

Ever since I could remember she was totally into accessories, and she loved to shop.

Evidently, it was also her favorite designer.

“So, what do you guys say?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, asking everyone.

Simultaneously, the other three women, including Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, said,

“We’re in!”

I looked at Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, wondering what she was doing.

What had she gotten us into?

“What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm?” I said, whispering to Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.

“I really want that bag, plus this will probably be fun! Just relax and play along with me. I’m sure it won’t be anything too bad.”

“Okay, who wants to go first? How about you two?” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said, motion towards me and Al Nādirah Al Åzīm .

“Okay, I guess,” Al Nādirah Al Åzīm said, cautiously. “I guess we’ll take truth, just to start it off.”

“Alright!” Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān said excitedly. “Now let us come up with a question!” The three couples convened, the women giggling, the men obviously not that interested. We broke their huddle and Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān spoke again.

“Here’s your question. What’s the craziest place you two have had sex?” she said with a grin on her face.

Chapter 48

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 46

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Qamar Al Islam

Durgesh Al Shams Al Islam

I went to inspect the costume I was to wear, seeing that it was only a

stupid batman thing with a mask.

“No problem, I guess.” I thought.
I got ready for the party, putting on my costume and seeing what it looked like in the mirror.

It fitted me barely.

I was a tad more muscular than Muħammad Raħmān was.

And it was pretty cheap.

Overall, it was a fun suit, but the mask covered most of my head save for my mouth and eyes.

You could hardly tell it was I.

I myself was a strapping ever young man.

I started for Stavans since my childhood.

I was muscular from keeping up with the Trishapt.
As I looked in the mirror, I briefly wondered what Al Nādirah Al Åzīm would be wearing.

Muħammad Raħmān had forgotten to tell me what costume she was going to be dressed in, and I thought I might be in trouble if she had a mask, like me.

I tried to ignore it, but it had not escaped my awareness that Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was incredibly hot for her age.

My friends always ribbed me about what a beautiful sophisticated young Musalmān lady she was, and even I had to admit she looked great.

Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was very petite, barely coming up to about 5’0″, but curvy in all the right ways.

She was already twenty-eight.

She had a pear shaped figure with incredibly wide, sexy hips.

She was a yoga instructor at a nearby studio, and as a result was incredibly lithe and fit.

She had small, perky B-cup breasts that perfectly complimented her tiny figure, but what really stood out was her incredible gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She had, even I could see, never ashamed to admit it as I was, an absolutely phenomenal ass.

It was perfectly round and bounced with her every step, making the most of her curvy, wide hips.

I’d often accidentally find myself staring at her tight Musalmān ass as she performed her morning yoga in the living room.

Even as a Bahū Bégum in late twenties, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm was a perfectly knockout.

I couldn’t believe how Al Muħammad Al Raħmān was ready to share her sexually, and socially even, with me.

I could never even think of to share any of my wife with anyone.

If some of my wife were adamant to want me to share her with anyone, I would have advised her to divorce me immediately.

If she wouldn’t I would have compelled her either to divorce me or have me exclusively.

A wife is a life partner.

A life partner should have only one partner exclusively to establish a good, happy, nice, strong and perfectly progressive family.

Most of the Westerners never realized the pivotal importance of the family in human life.

They have destroyed it mostly knowingly and somewhat unknowingly.

Now almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed family everywhere deliberately as one of its integral movement.

It has done more harm than benefits to humankind.

It has destroyed family, and even massacred millions of corporate or potential corporate financial leaders, thinkers and businesspersons.

If these all would have been allowed to live, the financial progress of the entire humankind would certainly have been sky rocketing.

Unfortunately in its immensely inexperienced unwise enthusiasm the almost everywhere failed and collapsed political and social system, Communism, had destroyed it all, deliberately, with deliberate movements against entire progress of humankind in several important fields.*

I said as I tried to pack more of my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter’s, belongings into the car.

“Al Qamar Al Islam, we’re running out of space in here. I don’t think you’ll be able to take anything else, really.”
My friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam, was moving away to college for the year.

She kept trying the car with all of her stuff because her apartment and school were in another state, so she wouldn’t be able to easily pick up anything she left behind.

Why she chose such a far school, especially when the closer one was the same price, I’d never know.

“What? Durgesh darling,” Al Qamar Al Islam always called me Durgesh darling, instead of uncle, Daddy, or Dad.”

“You aren’t my uncle only anymore.” Al Qamar Al Islam had always explained, “My entire Buās, Kħālās, Chacīs, Mumānīs are your live in relationship partners actually, true, nevertheless, you have sex with my Ammī, Al Shams Al Islam as well.”

“Then call me, ‘Daddy’” I smiled impishly.

Al Qamar Al Islam smiled too,

“You aren’t my Daddy exactly as well.”

“Oh,”

“You are only her Sex Therapist.”

“I’m your family Sex Therapist, idiot.” I laughed.

Al Qamar Al Islam winked at me,

“It means you would fuck me too, if needed?”

I watched her gravely.

“It’s a matter that should be decided by yourself, young lady, and by your parents, not by me.”

My voice was somewhat curt.

Yes, Al Qamar Al Islam was too beautiful to resist, nevertheless, there must be a limit of everything.

I was very pleased when Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān and my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās, her husband, decided not to inaugurate their daughter, Al Qamar Al Islam.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ parents as well as Al Shams Al Islam Bhābhījān’s parents were very much displeased on it.

“Nonsense, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās,” his Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said curtly, “Allah Miyān have blessed you with multi millions. I myself was a millionaire. And by Allah’s fazlo Karam, by Allah’s immense grace, you have converted my million into multi millions. We aren’t poor enough that can’t afford Durgesh’s fee for inaugurating our daughters and granddaughters.”

“That isn’t the matter at all, Abbū.” Al Muħammad Al Åbbās smiled politely with all due respect to his learned successful father, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm.

“Then may I enquire what’s exactly the matter that you are leaving the medical problem of her cherry, and social problem of her mental development to lead a successful family life to an inexperienced unskilled Musalmān kid that would be called her husband?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said furiously, “The idiot is bestowed with the moral and sharaåī rights of even to slap, beat and divorce my beloved innocent granddaughters and you want even to risk their health medically and socially only to provide that immensely inexperienced bastard with the virginity of my granddaughters. I say…”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās raised his hand.

“Please let me explain, Abbū. I plead to you.”

“I don’t want to argue with you anymore.”

“Abbū, please,”

“You know what happened to your Ammī, Al Sādiyah Al Waħīd, when we were married?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s fury was increasing more and more.

“Abbū, those were the days of entirely unjust, unwise, orthodox traditions. Sex Therapy wasn’t accepted in those foolish days of unscientific self respect and family respect. The premarital sex wasn’t even criticized for male members of the family while the same was even a perfect reason for Honor Killings for the female members of the same family. We have left those unscientific days now too far behind. And you are still talking of Ammī’s…”

“Yes. That’s right. I’m still talking of your Ammī’s uncontrolled continuous nonstop bleeding due to the immense ignorance and entire inexperience of both of us of sex.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm shouted, “We believed in the immense sanctity of virginity of the bride unless she isn’t married. We forgot if Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam had insisted on it, he would never have married Ummil Mominīn Ħazrat Kħadījatul Kubrā razī Allāhu tålā ånahā even. We are Musalmīn. Why the hell we don’t follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam intellectually?”

“Abbū,”

“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never married with the pre-condition of virginity of the potential bride.”

“Abbū.”

“He sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā. Was she a virgin when Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married her? Why the hell, the Muħsin-e-Insāniyat sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam married Ħazrat Sawdah razī Allāhu tålā ånahā while he could marry any virgin he sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam wanted to if the virginity of the bride was that necessary in Islam?”

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās didn’t say anything.

He listened to his great Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, immensely respectfully with immense proud of him.

He wasn’t Al Muħammad Al Åzīm in his name only.

He was really Åzīm, really great, in his thinking and in his actions as well.

Only the one incidence of his life had changed Al Muħammad Al Åzīm entirely.

He loved Al Muħammad Al Åbbās’ Ammī beyond credibility even.

She was suffering from continuous bleeding for a long time, despite the continuous medical treatment of her.

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm was crazy to save her life.

He wasn’t millionaire then.

The necessity of enormous money to save his innocent wife’s life compelled Al Muħammad Al Åzīm to work crazily day and night to extend his otherwise normal business.

It didn’t only save his wife’s life.

It made him a millionaire as well.*

After Al Jalāl Al Islam recovered ultimately, her husband, Al Muħammad Al Åzīm, faced an absolutely different problem.

He couldn’t start his normal life with his otherwise extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jalāl Al Islam.

She was too afraid of sex to let him even put his hand sexually on her body.

“Allah,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm couldn’t raise his head from sajdah after completing his Salaāt-e-Shukr, “What the hell have I done in my utter ignorance and entire inexperience. I can’t see her in this way. My Master, Allah, Rabbil Åālmīn. Forgive me for every sin I’ve done either knowingly or unknowingly. I promise you I won’t touch her ever if you don’t want to let me touch her. Yet, please return her to her normal life.”

Closing the door of my library, I watched Al Muħammad Al Åzīm respectfully.

“Yes, uncle, you were very impatient to meet me. Here I am. What can I do for you? You never needed to come here. If you have only called me I would have been glad to serve you being myself present there immediately.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm’s eyes were filled with tears of immense remorse.

“First of all, I want your forgiveness, my son. Please, forgive me.”

“Uncle, you never need to degrade yourself in front of your children. I’m sorry about that incident.”

“You don’t need to. You never need to. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm herself raped you virtually. She has convinced me now. You were never responsible even slightly. I misbehaved with you immensely. Al Fātimah Al Åzīm is my youngest sister and I caught you with her red handed.”

“It’s alright uncle, I understand.”

“You were in missionary position with Al Fātimah Al Åzīm. You both were nude. Your pe..penis was visiting her va..vagina vehemently passionately. You were on top of her between her Just eighteen Just Adult legs. I couldn’t control myself.”

“It’s alright.”

“You Hindus don’t have any issue with premarital sex but we Musalmīn believe it’s a gunāh-e-åzīm, a great sin.”

“I know uncle.” I tried to smile, “My Ammī Ħazrat is your own cousin. You know she is herself an ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lady. I understand what Islam is and what not. I am both Hindu and Musalmān simultaneously. My father is a Hindu but my mother is a Muslim.”

“I know that. I know that.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm had to exert immense effort to keep himself calm and under control.

He wasn’t used to it.

It was 1970 A.D.

Bhārtīý Jantā Party was not the world’s single largest political Party those days.

Indira Gandhi was Prime Minister of India and V. V. Giri was the President.

It was quite unimaginable then the Indian National Congress would downfall sometimes to the forty four MPs and Rahul Gandhi, Sonia Gandhi, Manishankar Iyer and Salman Khurshid would be so desperate, with entire Indian National Congress even, that they would commit anti National political activities even shamelessly.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was one of the AlMaghazoobi

ålayhim azzvāllīn suffering under Innallāh lā yahdī

alqawmalfāsiqīn.

As most of the other Musalmīn, he too thought Indian National Congress was really supporting Musalmīn and RSS and Bhārtīý Jantā Party, then Bhārtīý Jansangh, dissolved in 1977, were anti Musalmīn.

He couldn’t even imagine Indian National Congress was using Musalmīn only as a Vote Bank.

“I know you know that.” I smiled politely and respectfully, “I am not telling you that. I’m only reminding you that I can’t do anything to harm you and your family members. We aren’t two separate families altogether. We are family members.”

“Thanks for still accepting me one of the family members.” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said gratefully, “I’ve done something very wrong to you. That’s why I hesitate asking you to do something for me only you can do. I need your favor.”

“I see.”

“Would you be generous enough that…”

Al Fātimah Al Åzīm suddenly entered there.

“Abbū, you haven’t any right…”

I raised my hand.

“Al Fātimah Al Åzīm, please. You left your Abbū’s house and came here to me. I tried to explain you my best why it wasn’t a good move. You rejected my advice. You refused to return to your Abbū’s home. It’s all right. It’s your decision. You are adult now. I can’t compel you to follow what I advise. Nevertheless, you please understand, he is my maternal uncle after all, even if you don’t want to respect him as your elder brother. Please, no bad manners.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm smiled ironically.

“It’s all right, Durgesh. Let her tell me whatsoever she wants to.”

“You don’t deserve any favor from Durgesh.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said curtly, “I won’t let him to be as generous as you want him to be.”

“Are you Durgesh’s one more wife now, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm?” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm asked gravely.

“That’s none of your business. You have ordered me to leave your home. I have followed your order. You have told me we are dead to each other. That’s okay with me. Now it isn’t anything for your concern at all what I do and what I don’t.”

“That was my tremendous mistake, Al Fātimah Al Åzīm,” Al Muħammad Al Åzīm said, “I was furious at that time. What I said in my blind fury then doesn’t mean a single damn thing. Forget that and you may return to your home whenever you want to, even if you don’t want to accompany me right now.”

“Thank you very much. I don’t need anything from you now. You said we are dead to each other. Let’s remain so.”

“Māmūjān,” I tried to mediate between them, “she is as furious now as you were then. You said what you told then in your blind fury doesn’t mean any single damn thing. The same principle is applicable here too. Forgive her please. In her blind fury now she too doesn’t understand what she is saying.”

“Nonsense.” Al Fātimah Al Åzīm said, “I am not in any blind fury. I have taken now this decision with my mind quite cold and calm. I would never return there. And, Durgesh, you don’t worry as well. I am myself a millionaire. My maternal grandmother has gifted me enough money to take care of myself. There is even a group of industries that, she has gifted to me. I would never be any financial burden on you. As far as our adult life is concerned, well, I never intend to release you from my clutches. I don’t want to act as a bitch. Not to you. Never. But if you compel me, I can’t help it. I don’t believe in any damn traditional values. But you are my dream man, and I would never let you leave me. I love that great Uncut Hindu Penis of yours between my perfectly adult, Just eighteen Just Adult, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.”

I smiled.

“Okay, extremely beautiful bitch, you are most welcome in my adult life.”

Al Muħammad Al Åzīm tried to say something but he changed his mind understanding the inappropriateness of the situation.

He turned to me.

“Durgesh, I still need a favor from you only you can do to me, none else.”*

I smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

“As soon as the car stops, open the door, grab your gown and wrap it around yourself. I’ll yank up my shorts, and then pick you up and carry you to bed…”

Saåīdah Zāfar interrupted me,

“No Durgesh, you need to take care of Ammī.”

“Let me finish.” I interrupted her. “Telling your Ammī you fell asleep. Once we get to your room, I can put you down and go take a quick shower before joining your Ammī in bed. Okay?”

“Allah Allah. Thank God we’re home.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān announced turning into our driveway and hitting the opener.

We drove into the garage, and as soon as the car stopped my door was thrown open, Saåīdah Zāfar jumped out and grabbed her gown off the floorboards.

She quickly wrapped herself in it as I yanked up my shorts.

Jumping out of the car, I swept her up into my arms, and called out.

“Bhābhījān, Saåīdah Zāfar’s asleep, I’ m going to put her to bed. Then I need a shower. I’m sweaty from the ride. I’ll meet you in bed. Okay, mérī Jān? ”

I hurried into the house before My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, could ask any questions.

Practically running through the darkened house I prayed that I wouldn’t trip on anything as I ran up the stairs and down the hall.

Safely making it to Saåīdah Zāfar’s bedroom, she reached down and opened the door.

I stepped over the threshold, neither of us missing the symbolism.

Before I could put her down, she was kissing me and pulling me to her.

Her hungry beautiful Musalmān eyes begged me to stay, but now it was my turn to be the strong one.

“I so want to, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar,” I said to her unspoken request, “and one night soon I will. But for now we can’t.”

I said it putting her down on her bed.

She pouted and opened her dress so I could get a good long look at her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Leaning down I kissed her beautiful red crimson Musalmān lips and rubbed her clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Tearing myself away, I stood up and turned to the door.

“Durgesh, before you leave…”

I turned back to her.

She dropped to her knees and pulled down my shorts exposing my hard Uncut Hindu Dick again.

And taking it in her mouth, she started to rub her pretty Musalmān Cunt as she sucked me to full hardness.

Pulling her head away, she looked at me in the eyes,

“Go make Ammī as happy as you made me, and one day we can all make each other happy.”

I nodded and smiled, taking one last long hard look at Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar.

Then I pulled up my shorts and I left her room.

As I shut the door, I heard a slight buzz, and she moaned,

“Ohh Durgesh, fuck my Musalmān Cunt, while Ammī sits on my face.”

I paused willing myself not to look back.

I pulled the door closed and headed into the master bath.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, hadn’t made it to our room yet, so I stripped off my clothes and threw them in the hamper.

I turned on the water to very hot, and began to scrub all traces of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter from my body.

I took extra care to wash my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls making sure no trace of her, or my earlier orgasm remained.

I dried myself off and wrapping a towel around my waist, I walked into the bedroom where my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was standing in the heels and hose she wore to the wedding, but the rest of her outfit was like nothing I had seen before.

I didn’t even have words to describe it except what I said to her.

“HOLY! GREAT! HELL! YOU LOOK AMAZING!”

She smiled and did a pirouette.

“Do you like it?” she asked innocently batting her eyelashes at me as I just stared and drooled at her.

It was white, and looked very bridal.

“Ůzrah showed it to me in a catalog and told me it was what she was wearing under her wedding dress, and would be wearing tonight when she and her Hindu husband …” That was the last word spoken as I grabbed her and threw her onto the bed burying my face into her exposed and freshly waxed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

“There’s your welcome material.” She said.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān was moaning and bucking her hips as I drove my lips.

All too soon, she moaned,

“Fuck me now or lose me forever,” and I goosed her perfect gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was a game we had played every time, we made love.

The first time we made love was in a movie theater.

We were watching Top Gun, and when I slid into her, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said,

“Take me to bed or lose me forever.” Since that night, she always repeated that line when she wanted my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her.

I pulled my face away from her, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

I climbed up her nude beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

She smiled at me and said,

“Durgesh, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar got called out of town on business on our wedding night. Since you are my favorite man in the whole wide world, I decided to spend my wedding night with you.”

I shuddered at how much her voice sounded like Ůzrah’s.

I didn’t respond for caution my voice would betray my thoughts.

She whispered in my ear,

“I won’t be mad but I always wondered…did you ever fuck Ůzrah? I believe she won’t let you not to.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock grew as she said that in my ear, and I drove it home.

“Allah! OH God, Durgesh. You’re so big…bigger than Al Muħammad Al Zāfar. It feels so good, Durgesh.”

I began to furiously thrust into Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān picturing Ůzrah wearing the exact same lingerie My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was wearing.

Just then, I realized what a grand Bhogchakr I had.

I had an 18 year old daughter of my friend Al Muħammad Al Zāfar who wanted to sleep with me, and is willing to share me with her gorgeous Ammī, and his second daughter too that just might join in the fun.

I savagely fucked Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān roughly squeezing her beautiful Musalmān tits.

Sweat was dripping off my body and each time a drop landed on her body she convulsed in pleasure.

After a long session, my balls were boiling and my Uncut Hindu Dick was tensing up in preparation to blast my Hindu cum deep into My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy once again.

I grunted.

“I’m about to blow…”

“You are always welcome, Durgesh. I’m even ready to have your baby always. Al Muħammad Al Zāfar would never mind.”

My senses went onto overload.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Musalmān slit deeper and aimed at her inside bottom penetrating her womb even.

The first blast came a fraction of a second later, and to me it sounded like a howitzer, as each blast exploded from my Uncut Hindu Dick and found its target.

Each time my Hindu cum struck into her womb she moaned in desire as it was hammering into her cunt simultaneously.

The fourth blast was the last one and it hit her as her orgasm over took her body and sent her into full body convulsions.

She gasped and moaned and I let the last of my cum spill from my cock into her hot Musalmān womb.

I fell on her listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as her orgasm ended.

I just lay there breathing trying to control of my body, listening to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, panting form her own explosion.

I pulled myself up using the bed and sit on it.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, lay there looking so sexy in her lingerie, with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy covered with my Hindu cum, and a sheen of sweat covering her skin, I couldn’t resist.

I picked up my cell phone and took several dozen pictures of her.

I even took some extreme close up video of her body starting from her cute toes and working up to her still wet Musalmān pussy and then on to each breast, and I continued up to her face.

Putting my phone down, I took her hand in mine and just held it waiting until she was ready to speak.

“Allah, God, that was intense.”

She sighed as she tried to sit up.

I helped her up and handed her several tissues from the nightstand to wipe her face off with.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at me without taking the tissues from me.

“Honey, I need to know, did you ever fuck my daughter?”

Not wanting to lie, I looked her square in the eye and said “The last time I saw Ůzrah naked was when she was 6 and I was giving her a bath while you were out of town, when she had that broken arm. We never did anything like that.”

Nodding she accepted my answer, not thinking to ask about Saåīdah Zāfar, and I exhaled in relief.

“She would you know. She told me more than once, the reason she married her husband, is because he is too a Hindu. She has a bit of an Electra Complex.”

My Uncut Hindu Dick tried to stir, but my balls sent in a rain check since they were totally drained of cum.

My Uncut Hindu Dick said what the hell and started to grow anyway.

“I know how you feel about her, hell the whole family does and we all know she wants you and you want her. When she gets home, you have my permission to make love to her.”

I stood there in shock.

Was my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, actually suggesting I sleep with her married daughter?

I couldn’t help but wonder.

“Umm I take you up on that very generous offer. Thank you very much.
Bit I reminded myself that I had fucked her youngest daughter less than an hour ago, and she didn’t know it.

I decided this was not the time to confess to her, but to reassure her I wasn’t mad and to plant the idea that maybe it was okay with me if she decided to be more than an Ammī to our four boys.

I leaned close to her.
Her eyes met mine and we kissed.

It wasn’t a passionate kiss but it was powerful and brought us emotionally closer than we ever had been before.

We stared at each other silently for over an hour, just holding hands and enjoying.

As the sun was rising, she stood up and went into the bathroom to wash.

I laid down naked in our bed, and soon Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān joined me wearing nothing but a smile.

She was lying on her side facing at me.

I slid up against her, and reached over her body gently holding her breast.

She moaned in pleasure.

I moved my hips against her and she spread her legs.

My hard Uncut Hindu Cock easily found her wet Musalmān hole and we slowly and gently made love.

No words were exchanged, this was not for pleasure this was the joining of two people into one.

It was the most intense experience I had ever had with her recently.

After what seemed like a week of long slow strokes into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s pussy, my Uncut Hindu Dick finally convinced my balls to send a rush order of Hindu cum and once again I emptied myself into a warm wet Musalmān pussy.

As my seed filled her, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, moaned and grasped the hand holding her breast pushing it into the soft flesh, whispering, “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” I replied as we lay there joined together, never wanting to pull apart.

As she drifted off to sleep, I said, “Ħamīd the bellboy was right.” as we lay in bed together, glowing from our lovemaking. “Saåīdah Zāfar and I did grow a lot closer during the car ride. I think we’ll be spending a lot of time together from now on.”

Glad to hear it dear.” she murmured sleepily as I lightly caress her naked breast.

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drifted off to sleep, and I lay there wondering what life was going to be like from now on, wondering how to get Ůzrah to go for a road trip on my lap.

Maybe with her real Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar, driving this time.

Chapter 47

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 45

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

It was too wonderful to stop.

Saåīdah Zāfar dropped her gown, and pulled it closed hiding me from view.

Knowing My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was only a few feet away from me, while I was hidden under My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s silk gown, pounding vehemently her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with my utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, in public, was probably the single most erotic experience anyone has ever had.

“Are you okay, Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar? You seem flushed. Why are you breathing so hard? Where’s our family Sex Therapist Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh?” she asked Saåīdah Zāfar as I tried to move as little as possible while continuing to fuck her.

“Durgesh is doing his duty. Ammījān.” Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar smiled bravely.

Wow!

Sālī Just eighteen Just Adult.

What a brave girl.

I never knew she was so cunning.

She was tricking her own ever cunning Ammī, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

She was fucking me right under her nose.

In front of her Ammī’s own very eyes.

Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know.

“What do you mean?” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān asked somewhat angrily.

“Durgesh is doing Sex Therapy.”

“What?”

“A wife needed him. He is coming soon.”

“A wife?”

“tortured sexually by her inconsiderate Musalmān husband.”

“Every Musalmān husband is inconsiderate. You don’t need to add the adjective ‘Musalmān’.”

Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar had wrapped her nude beautiful Musalmān legs around my nude Hindu waist tightly so that I couldn’t move it up and down.

My sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Lund was entirely buried now into Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar’s Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Yet, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān didn’t know it.

She couldn’t see what was happening under the gown of her Just eighteen Just Adult daughter.

“We were walking over by the woods and a skunk started to chase us. We had to run our asses off to avoid getting sprayed.” Saåīdah Zāfar said between gasps as I throbbed my immense experienced Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot without movement my waist.

She constricted her vaginal muscles gratefully around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I heard her saying,

“Ammī, umm my…my legs are a bit un…unsteady. C…c…can you go get me a co…coke. I need th…th..th…the sugar aaaaa…nd the caffeine.”

“Sure honey.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said, heading to the vending machines around the corner.

Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked away, Saåīdah Zāfar whispered “Hurry Durgesh, I’m so close to cumming. I can’t wait. Finish me off. Fuck my pussy and fill it with your Hindu cum my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Sālī Badmåsh, you misled my Bhābhījān.” I smiled fucking her vehemently.

“You fuck your Bhābhījāns. Wow.”

“They aren’t my real Bhābhījāns.” I told her.

“Nevertheless, they are your friends’ wives.”

“They pay me monthly heavy amounts in fee to take care of their beautiful Musalmān wives sexually. Your Abbū, Al Muħammad Al Zāfar too isn’t any different.”

I started to fuck my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter as hard as I could.

With one of my hands, I reached behind her, found her other crack, and began to explore this new area until I found what I was looking for.

Simultaneously fucking her hard and I started playing with her beautiful gorgeous Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān buttocks.

She gasped and her body went rigid.

A second later, I rewarded her with a flood of my Hindu cream as her legs began to shake.

She grabbed my waist and mashed it against her sexpot.

Her Musalmān Cunt swallowed every drop it could and kept my Hindu nectar in the reservoir between her beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.

Suddenly we heard my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, returning, so I stood up and marched around the corner out of sight.

I went into the mens’ room and looked at my Uncut Hindu Cock in the mirror.

It was covered in wonderful smelling teen Musalmān pussy cream, made all the better because I got it fresh from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter.

I reluctantly washed it to hide the evidence of my infidelity from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Returning to the car, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter were nowhere to be found.

I opened the passenger door and sat down to wait for them, wondering what they were doing.

Several minutes later, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, showed up at the car sans daughter.

“Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar?” I ask concerned.

“She went to the bathroom.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said coldly.

“Something wrong?” I asked worried that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter confessed what we did to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and she was processing it.*

I didn’t have anything going on.

I assumed I’d be able to get a look at Nādirah Åzīm’s friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān in her skimpy Halloween outfit.

I figured, why not?

“Sure, yār. It’s not as if I’m doing anything tonight, and I don’t want Nādirah Åzīm to miss out on something she’s been waiting for. Do I need a costume or something, though?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah, Dad. Just wear the one I got. I haven’t even worn it yet, and we’re similar builds so it shouldn’t matter. Thanks for doing this for me. Your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife will really appreciate it.”
“We don’t have any extramarital affair.” I said curtly, “Yes, Farīdah Imām etcetera are countless my Musalmān stepdaughters in law are my wives now. Nevertheless, it doesn’t mean my every Musalmān stepdaughter in law has extramarital affair with me.”

Al Muħammad Al Raħmān smiled ironically.

“I haven’t any objection at all even if your temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wife declares her live in relationship with you publicly. Everyone already believes in your extramarital affairs with your entire temporary Bahū Bégum cum ultimate Musalmān wives. No need to hide it from me.”

“Al Muħammad Al Raħmān, you…”

“Dad, will you do this favor to your Musalmān stepson or not?”

I smiled curtly.

“Okay. No problem. When am I supposed to be there?”
“Try to get there by six. I have to leave real soon, so I’ll leave the rest to you. Here’s the address. Have fun!” Al Muħammad Al Raħmān said, picking up my coat and briefcase, handing me the address before heading out the door.*

Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān turned and looked at me “How could you leave my daughter all alone after that experience?” she sounded annoyed.

I was confused for a second, then I remembered the cover story Saåīdah Zāfar used.

“She said she was fine and Pepe Le Peu scared the bejesus out of me. If I hadn’t run to the bathroom, my clothes would be unwearable.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

I was saved from answering when Saåīdah Zāfar walked around the corner.

I swung my legs into the car and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, held Saåīdah Zāfar’s hand as she climbed in.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat on my left leg, with her legs over my right leg sitting almost sideways.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked around the car and started it.

“Wait, I left my soda on the roof”, Saåīdah Zāfar yelled, and jumped out of the car, before I could close the door.

I watched as she winked at me, put a single finger against her full pouty lips, and began to quickly strip out of her gown.

I was puzzled when she stood there naked for several seconds letting me look at her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, not as my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, but as a desirable Musalmān woman I have fucked and still was going to fuck, and fuck soon.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat in the same position as before and I could see everything.

Her pussy was completely clean shaven and her lips were engorged and shiny from her earlier orgasm.

Her nipples were painfully erect and were ripe for being kissed.

Once she was in position, she draped the gown over us like a blanket, hiding anything we were doing from prying eyes, if there were any.

As soon as we were back on the interstate, her hand pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of my shorts and began to stroke it.

I leaned in and kissed her again as my hands began to freely explore her now entirely naked young Musalmān body.

We kissed, as my hands got intimately familiar with the flesh of her stomach and breasts.

My other hand was fondling her pussy that was still saturated in her Musalmān girl cream and my Hindu semen.

She broke the kiss and put her head on my shoulder, just as she did when she was a little girl.

The mock innocence of the gesture and the taboo nature of our behavior was a huge turn on.

Saåīdah Zāfar whispered to me.

“Take your shorts off Durgesh, I want the Uncut Hindu Cock that made me a woman from a girl to fill me again forever.”

I had to bite my tongue hard to stop myself from cumming when I heard those words and her warm breath on my ear. She lifted herself off me, and I lifted myself off the seat so we worked together to slide my shorts down my legs freeing my Uncut Hindu Cock and balls for her.

She pulled the dress aside and took a good look at my Uncut Hindu Dick.

She gasped and whispered in my ear,

“Durgesh, it’s so big. I’ve never had before anything that big in my teenage Musalmān Cunt. I don’t know if it will fit again, but I wanna try.”

Before she could shift positions, I took advantage of the Moment.

Bringing my hand down, I captured her nipple and squeezed it.

She gasped in delight, as I squeezed it hard.

My another hand found her other breast which was still covered.

I began to pinch and yank on her nipple.

I could tell she loved it by the sounds she was making and the way her cream was gushing out of her body.

Her words didn’t register right away because I was preoccupied with not blasting my cum from job I was getting, not to mention enjoying the sensation of one nipple in my one hand, one in another, and my Uncut Hindu Cock playing with her sticky sweet Musalmān hole.

When her words penetrated the fog of lust shrouding my brain, I swelled with pride.

I knew I was unusually large.

What man doesn’t want to be told he has the biggest Uncut Hindu Dick his partner has ever seen.

Releasing her nipple from my hand, she carefully lifted herself off my leg and pushed my legs together.

She put one leg on each side of mine and grabbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, she slowly lowered herself towards it.

I was fighting not to cum too soon.

I didn’t want to explode before I had time to really enjoy her teenage Musalmān pussy to the extent she wanted.

As her extremely beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body descended toward my Uncut Hindu shaft, Star Trek popped into my head.

As Family friend and my friend’s daughter we were about to break the final frontier again, now forever.

Then I felt it.

Her pussy had made contact again.

She paused and took a deep breath.

My head was twisted at a weird angle so I could watch my Uncut Hindu Cock enter My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter again, now forever as she declared.

She grabbed my Uncut Hindu Dick more firmly, and began to lower herself.

I gasped as I was enveloped in her velvety warm wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slit.

She paused and lifted herself up a bit leaving only the head inside her.

With a loud sigh, she lowered herself taking my entire Uncut Hindu shaft.

My hands gripped the tops of her thighs, holding her in place.

“Don’t move unless you want this to end real quickly,” I breathe into her ear.

I lay my head back against the headrest and breathe deeply trying reducing my balls from boiling to simmer.

I began to mentally review client data from work to take my mind off the unbelievable ashvinātam pleasure coursing through my body.

After several minutes, I had myself somewhat under control and released Saåīdah Zāfar’s thighs.

My hands slid up her body to her breasts which I began to squeeze and rub, whispering in her ear,

“Go ahead baby; fuck your Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Durgesh. Ride Durgesh’s Uncut Hindu Cock until he fills his friend’s little Musalmān girl’s Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān Cunt with the same cream that gave life to everyone.”

Saåīdah Zāfar shuddered in a mini orgasm at my words.

She began to rotate her hips on my Uncut Hindu Dick as she surrendered to the passion that consumed us both.

I thrust into her, my movements limited by her weight on top of me, but any movement increased the pleasure I was feeling.

Saåīdah Zāfar began to match my powerful Hindu thrusts as we sped down the highway.

“Hey, you guys want a bite to eat? There’s a 24 hour drive thru at the next exit.”

“I could go for a nice big, hot, thick, juicy, wiener. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.” Saåīdah Zāfar replied, “And a thick, white, creamy milkshake to wash it down with.”

My Uncut Hindu Dick jumped at her words knowing what she was really saying.

While Saåīdah Zāfar was talking with her mother, she never stopped sliding her tight Musalmān Cunt on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“What about you, Durgesh? You want somethin’ to eat?”

“What I want isn’t on the menu of any drive thru!” I replied.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter giggled and her Musalmān pussy muscles squeezed my Uncut Hindu Dick as she continued to rock her hips.

“Well when we get home, maybe that can be on the menu.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.

“No more sex jokes please.” Saåīdah Zāfar said in a teasing tone, “I can’t fuckin’ take much more, and if you keep it up, I just might cum up with my own.” I made my Uncut Hindu Dick jump inside her to let her know I got her reference.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, laughed as she took the exit and followed the signs to the restaurant. “Seriously Durgesh, you want something?”

“Actually I have a sudden craving for a banana cream pie and a cream soda.”

“What!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said as My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters laughter clues her in on the pun.

“Are you for real?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked as Saåīdah Zāfar’s body shook with laughter making her tight teen Musalmān Cunt spasm on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“No! I’ll have a large order of onion rings, and a 7up.” then I whispered in Saåīdah Zāfar’s ear, “I have my wiener up your onion ring.” She moaned or groaned, I wasn’t sure but she kept riding my Uncut Hindu Dick as I played with her nipples that were so hard they could cut diamonds.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, pulled up to the speaker and placed our orders.

Then we pulled up to the window and waited for our food.

While waiting, I saw a video camera mounted on a pole pointing into our car.

“Hey baby want to put on a show for these poor fools stuck at work I said pointing to the camera.”

Saåīdah Zāfar looked up and seeing the camera she whipped the gown off our bodies and dropped it to the floor, exposing her whole body to the camera.

I moaned in pleasure and began to rock my hips to increase the joggle of her naked breasts, as she began to ham up her pleasure for the camera.

Several times, she pushed herself up so hard that my Uncut Hindu Cock escaped her warm wanton folds exposing my Uncut Hindu Dick to the lucky person monitoring the feed.

After several minutes of our public lewdness, I heard the cashier said,

“Here’s most of your food, just waiting on the onion rings to finish cooking. It’ll be another minute or so.”

Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself off my hard Uncut Hindu Dick once again exposing me to the camera.

Somehow, she was able to turn her body around so she was facing me.

She put one knee on each side of my body and lowered herself onto my cock.

I gasped as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy swallowed my Uncut Hindu Dick again.

As she began to furiously ride me making sure to come up high enough that the camera would record my Uncut Hindu Dick coated in her Musalmān juices fucking her Musalmān Cunt.

“Cum for me, Durgesh. I want you to cum on camera. I want the loser who’s stuck watching that camera to see my Durgesh‘s Hindu cum blast out of his big hard Uncut Hindu Dick, all over into my Musalmān ass and Musalmān Cunt in that order strictly.”

That was all it took.

I pulled my Uncut Hindu Dick out of her cunt, felt her trap it between her wonderfully firm Musalmān ass cheeks and keep the friction going as I bit my lip to keep from grunting.

As my Uncut Hindu Dick convulsed and shot hot cum into my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back. The first blast landed between her shoulder blades, and started to run down her spine.

Each powerful blast landed on her back as my body spasmed in orgasm.

Just as the last of my load oozed out onto her ass cheeks, we started to pull away from the drive through.

I waved at the camera and Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and blew it a kiss.

“For the third goddamn time, can one of you take this food!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s annoyed voice came over the present that was acting as a barrier between her and the taboo fuck fest that My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I had been involved in for almost an hour.

“Oh sorry honey I was daydreaming and I think Saåīdah Zāfar fell asleep.” I replied reaching over to take the bags from her hand.

Saåīdah Zāfar had her hands wrapped around my neck and was holding me tight, on the verge of her orgasm.

If her Ammī hadn’t spoken at just that Moment, she would have been wracked with pleasure right now.

“Soon baby, soon, Durgesh will make you happy.” he just gripped me tighter and started to kiss my neck as I pulled out the food we had ordered. I put our drinks in the cup holders, figuring Missy had kept hers. Then I took out my onion rings, and her hot dog. Looking in the bag, I saw all that was left was a Large soft pretzel with a few packs of mustard and some cheese sauce.

Handing Missy’s food back to her, I said, “Thanks for this babe it really hits the spot.” While using some napkins to wipe my Hindu cum from my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s back.

“Yes it’s just what I wanted” Saåīdah Zāfar said as I cleaned her up.

“You guys are acting weird. You got a hot dog and onion rings and are acting like it’s Beef Stroganoff.” Missy said as we get back on the highway to finish our journey home.

“All the action wore me out.” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really needed a protein injection.”

“Saåīdah Zāfar!” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said in mock horror.

“I must be tired. I’m starting to make sex jokes like you guys.” she said rubbing her ass on my Uncut Hindu Dick.

“Besides babe, when we get home you can be the one Stroganoff the beef.”

“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar said sounding just like her Ammī, and all three of us cracked up.

While we were all joking around, I secretly slipped an onion ring around one end of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s hot dog, and found another one that was the perfect size for an idea I had.

Saåīdah Zāfar squirmed around so she would be facing forward, and I handed her the hot dog.

She looked at it in puzzlement.

“My wiener, your Ammīs Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and it goes in your mouth.” I whisper to her.

She didn’t say anything, but the way her naked Musalmān pussy began to rub on my Uncut Hindu Cock told me she loved the idea.

“Go on baby! Show me what you want to do to Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Dick as it fucks your Ammī’s still extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

She licked the hot dog where it over hung the bun, right next to the onion ring.

I sighed as I envisioned this happening at home.

I had never before seen someone eat a hot dog so erotically.

I would never be able to visit a Nathans without getting a boner, but it was worth it.

Once she finished that, I was hard again and her pussy was resting right on top of my Uncut Hindu Dick, her lips hugging the shaft.

I wasn’t inside her, but my Uncut Hindu Cock was still between her Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān lips.

“Durgesh, your hot Uncut Hindu Dick is rubbing my Musalmān clit.” she said rocking her hips on me to finish herself off.

It didn’t take long before she grunted and started to writhe around having finally reached the climax that had been building since we left the rest area almost an hour ago.

When she had control of her own body again, she leaned back against me. Sighing she said,

“How long before we get home?”

“About 20 or 30 minutes,” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān replied.

“Durgesh, can I eat your last onion ring?”

“It’s all yours, baby.” I replied loud enough for My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to hear.

Then in a low voice only she can hear,

“I saved it for you…” I picked it up with my left hand and reached for her left hand with my right.

Taking her left hand in my right, I held up the onion ring and slid it onto her ring finger. “…with this ring, I thee bed.” I paraphrased the famous line we had heard just a few hours ago.

“Durgesh?” she said looking at her finger and then me.

“That is my promise that you will always be welcome to join me in my bed, no matter what.”

“Oh Durgesh,” she said as tears filled her eyes. “ I’ve wanted to be your lover since I was 15, and was always jealous of Ůzrah thinking you two were lovers.”

I kissed the top of her head and whispered,

“I’ve never made this sort of love to anyone but your Ammī since she got married to your Abbū, until tonight…well, except that one night on our honeymoon, but that’s another story. No woman has ever filled me recently with the passion, the desire, the animal lust as you did tonight. I promise you that one night soon our little fantasy will happen.”

Saåīdah Zāfar twisted around and kissed me on the mouth her tongue even more aggressive than the first time we kissed.

My cock which had started to get erect shot to full size in record time.

Breaking the kiss, she said,

“No Durgesh! We can’t. You need to take care of Ammī when we get home.”

I knew she was right, but I still wanted to fuck her tight wet Musalmān twat now as much as she wanted.

I resigned myself to playing with her tits as we turned off the interstate and begin the journey through the surface streets to our house.

While I squeezed and fondled Saåīdah Zāfar’s breasts she kept lightly rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock, to keep it hard and ready for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, when we got home.

Saåīdah Zāfar knew just how to touch me to keep me hard and horny without going so far that it would lead to another blast of cum on her naked Musalmān skin.

Turning onto our street, less than a mile from our house, Saåīdah Zāfar went into a panic.

Her dress was on the floor, and there was no way either of us could reach it to cover up and my shorts were around my ankles and under her gown.

“What the hell are we going to do?” she asked as our house came into view.

Chapter 46

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

Chapter 44

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

As the sun shone through the wall of windows, I could not help admire the extremely beautiful young Musalmān body of my little princess sleeping next to me.

Remembering the night before, as the most beautiful woman I knew recently, had told me about her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, training her to be my new lover and to help me enjoy my life with the two of them more.

The last thing I could remember about our talking was that her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had left some tapes for her use and had left one for her to give me if this day had ever came.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had placed it into the player and said, “We are not to watch it until after our first night.

Well, our first night was over and guilt was starting to rise in Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

A daughter should never surrender to lust, step or else and she is only 19-year-old with her own stepfather Hindu or else.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had the most handsome stepfather.

My but perfect frame so close to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that not even air could slip in between our bodies and my Uncut Hindu Lund still buried in her tender wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was something Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had never thought possible.

She slowly moved away from the sleeping Anant Muslimātchod Hindu next to her so as not to wake me, but as my Uncut Hindu Lund slipped out of her delicious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, I moaned somewhat, but remained asleep.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam eased out of the bed and covered her body to … Well she did not know why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam covered me other than shame of a stepdaughter.

She went to the bathroom, did her morning piss and turned on the shower letting the water warm.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam brushed her teeth, and stepped into the shower.

During this time, her thoughts were on the tapes, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and me.

What a conflicted series for a girl to be thinking, while having these thoughts, with the Viagra still coursing through Durgesh’s body, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had to have answers.

Drying herself, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam glanced at her Hindu husband of sixty seven years while she herself was only nineteen, still sleeping.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam pulled on her robe and went toward the player with the tape.

There was her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, sitting in her favorite chair.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān beauty was shining and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam knew before she spoke that she knew why I loved her.

She still kept her smile and appearance.

The sparkle in her extremely beautiful extremely loyal to me Musalmān eyes, the hue of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin, the total package, all in a woman that knew she always had infinite time to share her undying Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān love for her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.

Another Mastānī of Bājīrāo?

Another Nargis, Fātimah Rashīd, of Sunīl Dutt?

Another Réħānah of Subhāsh Ghaī?

Another Saåīdah Kħān of Brij Sadānā?

Another Zarīnah Wahāb of Āditý Pancholī?

Another Sārah Åbdullāh of Sachin Pilot?

Another Dimple Kapadia of Rajesh Khanna?

For the next three hours, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam set while the tape ran with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān telling her that her Daughter and she had spent the last few years learning to be.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me about how she had suggested to Al Tawaħīd Al Islam about things from birth control to applying make-up and most other things a mother and daughter would talk and share.

The stunning part for me was when Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān stood up but the camera did not rise with her.

It revealed her body. During the filming of this video, she had been completely naked.

On the table beside her, was her rather large collection of toys. Her large breasts (35in with a D-cup) showed no sign of drooping, her 26in waste and that beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass at just over 36 inches of glorious sexy willing to please.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me that she had shown our child clips of our pleasure time and informed her that Ammī wanted but never demanded, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to look after me and to kick start my life if I still miss her whenever she isn’t with me.

It was to be at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam‘s own pace and stressed, only if she was willing to join in the kinky lifestyle Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān and I were sharing.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t my wife.

She was my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife.

But Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is actually more than a wife to me.

Whenever she was with me, she never allowed me separate from her.

We both were always nude entirely.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was always either into her ever tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, in her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth or at least in her beautiful Musalmān hand.

She was always my integral part whenever she was with me.

Can Al Tawaħīd Al Islam also continue these great traditions her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had started with me?

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān informed me that she had other tapes that were to be viewed, and shared only with Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and me as a couple.

That they were fuck tapes as well as masturbation and some group and yes even of her lesbian side.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān said that if she knew me as well as she thought she did, I would be feeling a mix of emotions about now and that was unnecessary because everyone was an adult and consented to the world of pleasure.

The next scene was of Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān placing the camera on a tripod.

At that point, she reached out, took hold of a hand, and pulled it toward the center of the room, showing her cinematographer to be her fuck buddy me.

She looked into the camera and said Al Tawaħīd Al Islam this one is especially for you because I know how much you love to watch me suck and fuck Durgesh the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies whether we are married to him or not.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān dropped to her knees, reached out, grabbed my belt, slowly unfastened it and with one quick movement unsnapped my pants, pulling them down along with my underwear.

My Uncut Hindu Cock plopped out smacking her in the face.

She wrapped her fingers around the massive Hindu shaft and started stroking with smooth gliding caressing movement.

The tips of her fingers genteelly tracing the veins of the swollen Uncut Hindu Prick of mine, as it jumped and strained in her expert Musalmān hands.

The flowing movement of her sensual Musalmān strokes worked the excitement to a fevered pitch.

The moans from her Hindu lover were becoming more frequent and louder as she played.

She placed kisses on the tip, as I thrust to get closer to the heaven called her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

There has never been a doubt about how Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān was my Uncut Hindu Cock worshiper.

If she had been able to there would have been my Uncut Hindu Cock surrounding her 24/7.

She was a giving lover, and willing to show her appreciation by pleasing me if I would allow.

As my Uncut Hindu Cock started to pulse more, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān took just the head into her mouth and used her tongue as a whip.

She licked, sucked, stoked, and with her other hand, cupped my balls all the while keeping her eyes on my face looking for the signs of a man in ecstasy, knowing that my release was going to be her pleasure.

As she cupped my nuts, she pushed forward only pulling back to where he was close to falling out of her magical lips before taking in more and more and then pulling back just to do it again.

Each forward push, more of my 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock would disappear into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and throat.

Her favorite thing was to hum all the while keeping the sucking and licking going.

If I wasn’t careful and with extraordinary sexual prowess it was never possible that even I could last under her expert dick sucking more than 10 minutes.

Once she had her throat opened and relaxed, she would take both of her hands, place them on my hips pull my Uncut Hindu Cock from her mouth and tell me to pound her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as hard as I could.

She was my wonderful cocksucker.

After just a few moments of the pleasure she gave her reward came in the massive load of my Hindu cum shooting down her Musalmān throat, swallowing as much as she could.

Moreover, when some overflow happened she never let it go to waste, her hands were there to catch it and she licked and cleaned her hands like a cat, savoring its pungent aroma and salty flavor.

I knew she enjoyed it as much as me who exclusively had the chance to fuck her extremely beautiful Musalmān mouth, not even her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.

After watching her suck my massive 9-inch Uncut Hindu Cock, she spent the next 45 minutes spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , showing how her lips would gleam and swell, contract, pull and push my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out.

When she would ejaculate, there was so much and as mine, it shot over 3 feet away.

Until you have seen me ejaculate in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , you have never seen the true eighth wonder of the world.

As soon as she had finished her orgasm, she flipped over, spread her ass cheeks, showing her tight brown star to the camera and requested me to shove my Uncut Hindu Lund into the dark asshole without stopping to lube it.

With that, I buried my Uncut Hindu Lund to the pubic hair.

At that time in the tape, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān told me to turn and look at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam lying in my bed and know that she was her final give of love and to enjoy as if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was my fuck toy and to love her as I loved I had loved her.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was as hard as it has ever been recently.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam slowly walked to the bed and pulled the covers off me.

Lovingly Al Tawaħīd Al Islam placed her hand on my ever erect Uncut Hindu Lund, bending over to kiss my lips and forced her tongue into my mouth.

I started to moan, and kiss back.

Breathing hard, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam stood up grabbed my engorged Uncut Hindu Cock and put it on her waiting Musalmān lips.

She slowly opened her mouth and before I could react she said, “once I grab your hips Durgesh, pound me like you do my wonderful Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, make me choke and swallow your Uncut Hindu Cock until you cum. Make me your Uncut Hindu Cock sucker!”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was not as good at sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock as her wonderful Ammī, my Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, but then again, she did not have the experience yet.

She worked and enjoyed having her young Musalmān mouth filled tasting my man-meat, keeping the eye contact and trying to take as much as was fucked into her warm wet my Uncut Hindu Cock-sucking Musalmān lips.

The experience would come with the more opportunity to practice, after all no one is great naturally.

As I pounded her willing Musalmān mouth, I wondered about how far I could push my princess Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

As she was working over my Uncut Hindu Dick inside her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, I tweaked her 34 C-cup Musalmān tits.

I rolled her pretty pink nipples to cause the moaning from pleasure and pain run from her throat to my cock and in turn forcing me to pound even harder between her slobbering Musalmān lips.

I was telling her how good it felt to slam my pubic hair against her nose and my balls swinging into her chin.

Once again I wondered if she would be able to handle all my cum building in my Hindu scrotum and would it catch her by surprise?

Could her willingness overload her talent and desire?

Would I cause her reel away from all that was going on in this moment or would she enjoy and become more like her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān?

I thought all of these things as well as the football scores, the stock market bulls and bears, whatever it took to keep me from Cuming, as I wanted this to last as long as possible.

When I could no longer think about anything other than cuming, I howled,

“Suck me you fucking my Uncut Hindu Cock sucker, swallow my nut. Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, my God, you are so fucking hot, my little baby. Don’t stop until you get it all, bitch!” Then it came. Arrrrrrrrgu, I came and it was as if the sky had gone dark, I saw stars flying toward me and at the same time moving away.

My knees turned to rubber and I grabbed her head to steady myself.

When I recovered, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was holding and comforting me, smiling from ear to ear. She said,

“My goodness Durgesh, I think you enjoyed that as much as I did!” and to my surprise Al Tawaħīd Al Islam picked up the phone and ordered, “breakfast for two in the master suit, and bring some oysters as well because we will need them.”

She was amazing with her complete control as she climbed out of bed turning to kiss me before slipping into the bathroom turning on the shower and singing as her morning began.

She was just finishing in the bathroom when the steward knocked on the door.

The steward said,

“My name is Amīnah, and I am your morning steward, we did not have a chance to introduce ourselves yesterday but as we serve you we will each tell you who and what we are here to do to make your voyage aboard “Down on Me II” more pleasurable.”

At that moment, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came out of the bathroom and replied to Amīnah saying,

“Thank you so much, but today my husband and I will be staying in and fucking all day. If we need anything, we will definitely let you know and hopefully we will see more of you!”

I was aghast at how open Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about our plans and not a second of remorse or shame as to who we were.

Ashvinātam Sex has always happened only in private without the prying eyes of society because people have this ability to judge others.

As Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and I sat eating our breakfast, we talked about last night, her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, the tapes, the itinerary, as well as the entire crew.

I found out that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam had flown to Tampa and met the crew, made all the arrangements, chose the menus for every meal, made choices for everything except the weather, after all this was the Gulf of Mexico.

The most surprising thing was that she had paid for everything from the special account her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had sat up for her.

I found out that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had the forethought to take care of her baby in every way. Her schooling and enough money to last a lifetime without ever having to ask me for anything.

That was however not a disappointment for me after all I was the one who had made all the money, although Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had pushed me to be the very best businessman I could.

Therefore, money would never be a problem.

In addition, it did not hurt when we struck oil on not one but 786 of our land deals.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān offered her Salāt-e-shukr for every deal separately whenever it was known there was oil.

They were her special Salawāt.

I was continuously fucking her in them performing my Stavans simultaneously.

Of course, we both were nude entirely then.

However, it wasn’t anything new.

Most of my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān wives, my Musalmān Sex Therapy clients and even my Musalmān lady friends offered their Salawāt in the same way everywhere.

As we finished our fruit cups, Princess stood and dropped her robe, showing her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body saying,

“If you want to thank me Durgesh, you can but you know what I want and how.”

During our meal, I made a decision that I would keep to myself for now at least. that would be to play with my baby and tease her by being the slow-handed lover that would take her to the point, then just stop short of taking her over the edge every time until she would be begging for total commitment.

I would make her cum but only not the biggest, never to the brink so to speak.

When an older Hindu man is with a younger Musalmān woman, he has one thing a younger man does not and that is patience as well as experience.

As she lay on the bed, I followed her steps, knelt beside her and kissed her tenderly with enough passion to allow her body to warm and start feeling desire for my touch.

I lightly placed my hand against the side of her angelic face drawing low moans from her.

Tracing down her cheek toward her delicate neck still tracing the long slops of her golden skin kissing everyplace my hand had been running my fingers down lower to her ample breasts cupping each one separately, just brushing across her nipples and tweaking each with a slight pinch to force them to stand at attention.

For my reward, she could only exhale with little coos and ahhhs.

I smiled while thinking this will teach her to use a “mickey” on dear Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

When my mouth rested at her nipples, the salty sweet taste kept me there for a longer time than I had planned.

Her pink nipples were beginning to turn a more darkish reddish pink and appeared to strain against her skin to the point of causing discomfort but I stayed kissing, adding a little twist as well.

Her moans became loader and more rapid, yet I stayed.

When her hands reached around my head and tried to push me father down, I stopped and went up kissing her beautiful Musalmān lips again.

Much to her surprise she was not in control; I was.

When she realized that I was the one pleasing her, and she stopped trying to force me, she would receive more.

She was now aware that her Durgesh was much more than her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said.

I gave her tits a quick firm slap but not enough to bruise on my way to her tiny belly button.

Her squirming became uncontrollable and yet I stayed, still lingering, while kissing, and smelling her sweet but salty sweat as the beads began to build giving me full knowledge of her arousal.

Then it happened I started to move down again and she must have thought I was moving to her pubic area, I had to chuckle as I skipped down past her “V” and past her knees all the way to her feet.

As I massaged each of those lovely feet, I started moving up even slower than I moved down kissing behind each of her calves up to the bend of each knee kissing and tickling each until she began to moan out in open defiance yelling, “Please Please, Durgesh, you are driving me crazy. I need you NOW inside me!”

I froze and calmly said,

“No, you are not getting off that easy Princess.” I went back to the knees and started over.

I had never told her, “No” before and it shocked her more than anything I could have done.

My eyes had focused on her steamy wet Musalmān Cunt and that touch of a blond landing strip just above that dripping Musalmān snatch as it opened and closed to the beat of her heart.

The outer lips were swollen and not been touched as of yet, when they spread open the inner lips were clutching at air trying to find something to wrap around and pull into the abyss.

Slowly I worked my way up her inner thighs tasting and smelling the juices as they splashed around because of her movement.

When I reached the v of her thighs I slowly exhaled across her lips and saw them quiver in anticipation to be bestowed by my Uncut Hindu Lund.

There was just a moment when I thought about skipping back down but her body would not have stood for it.

My lips kissed her cunt lips and there it was.

She ejaculated with just one kiss.

The floodgates had opened and there was no stopping the creamy sweet cunt juice from gushing out.

I had never had a woman recently cum so much from just my lips touching hers.

I had won the battle even if she knew nothing about it.

She had passed out and when she woke, I was lying beside her.

I asked her a very simple question,

“Are you ready?”

She replied,

“Durgesh, I am yours to do as you wish, without any reservations.”

I went back down to her open legs and started kissing and tonguing her slit and as I did reached up, finding her cobra hood surrounding her protruding clit.

Once I found it and lightly touched the magic button, juice started flowing and did not stop.

I felt her quiver repeatedly until she said.

“No more playing Durgesh! Fuck me, make me your Hindu cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sex goddess fuck over and over in every hole I have, but first stick your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and fuck me till I pass out and then keep fucking me until you fill it with your Hindu cum!”

When I first entered her last night it was for a quick one to end the virgin part of her life I really did not think things would come this far.

That all changed when I watched the tape her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had made for me and I knew that this young woman, my princess, my friend Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter would be my long-term lover, my endless lover.
When I entered her still soaking Musalmān Cunt, it was slow and steady, not the rush to get it over with, to make it loving and tender for her enjoyment.

Something she would remember for as long as she lived.

As I pushed into her little hot Musalmān fun spot, I looked into her eyes and she back at mine.

I felt the love growing stronger between the two of us.

A bond, if you will, that can never be broken.

With each Hindu stroke of mine in and out, over and over she began to understand the love, between a Hindu man and a Musalmān woman and this was the first time she allowed emotions to show, her tears were not of sadness but joy and pleasure of knowing that her first time was with someone that loved her without conditions.

She knew what her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, felt after all the questioning and fear she had hidden to please her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

She felt as if her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had given her all the information as a cold fact.

Now she understood the heart of her loving Ammī and knew the love her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had for her and her Durgesh.

As I pushed my Uncut Hindu Lund into her tender young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot , I could not remember the last time a Musalmān Choot felt this warm and wet, as tight as this was.

I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had a special Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān daughter and I could not wait until I had the chance train her to for my total Hindu enjoyment.

I knew that Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān had told Al Tawaħīd Al Islam that I was a dominate and she had been a submissive sex goddess, but I did not know if Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was going to be a submissive for me as well.

I knew that if the training were right, she would follow in her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s path.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam came so many times that I lost track , but I was working to make sure that she would sleep for a while because if she did not rest soon, her body would give out and I would be back to no sex until she recovered.

The monster awakened.

She came one last time screaming out begging for me to fuck her faster and when she came her legs already wrapped around my waist pulling me in with each stroke of my Uncut Hindu Cock, suddenly started to squeeze me so tight I felt my breath leaving my body.

When she finished I started to cum and I pumped hard strong and as fast as I could.

When my nut filled her, I was so deep inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb, there was no movement from either of us for what seemed like an eternity and we collapsed into each other’s arms and fell asleep.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam again woke before I did and had ordered lunch.

She had started the shower, and then woke me saying.

“Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, do you want to wash my back for me? I can’t reach my back.”

I laughed and said.

“Well as sore as my body is, I don’t think I could wash any part of myself. So I may need your help as well.”

We showered and simply held each other as the water washed over our bodies and we just poured the body gel on our heads and let the water foam it up and wash our bodies.

It seemed the steward knew when we had finished; she knocked on the door and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said,

“Come in.”

Once again, Amīnah entered pushing the cart but, something had changed, or should I have said Amīnah had changed.

She had lost every stitch of clothing with nothing hidden.

I looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and she burst into an uncontrolled laughter.

She was giggling as she tried to tell me what was going on, but she could not get a single word out because of her laughing.

Amīnah spoke,

“We were told that if you shared your bed with your lovely young Musalmān wife, we were to shed our clothing until we reached the next port and when we are out to sea it would be no clothing.” She looked at Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and said, “Isn’t that right?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed and said,

“I had forgotten about that part. I hope you do not mind?”

I smiled and said,

“I hope I can keep from being slapped by this beautiful Musalmān lady because of my wondering Hindu hands.”

Amīnah looked at the both of us and replied,

“We are here for your total pleasure no matter what it may be, day or night. Everyone of the crew is willing to participate, so feel free at any moment.”

I said,

“Well now this just got even more interesting! Right now, though I think we need to relax and rest up. At least I do but Princess if you feel the need to please, feel free!”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam commented,

“As sore as my kitty is right now, it may be a while for me as well.”

The three of us laughed and Amīnah left us to enjoy our lunch.

After finishing our lunch, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wanted a drink.

I left Al Tawaħīd Al Islam to relax and nap if she wanted, while I went to the bar more to stretch my legs more than for a juice.

When I got to the bar, the other steward was cleaning the room after what appeared to be a wild party.

As I walked to the bar I noticed she was nude as well and her body was as hot as Amīnah.

She looked at me and said,

“Good afternoon Mister Durgesh, my name Al Noor Al Islam and I am your afternoon steward.”

I took a stool at the bar staring at the beautiful Musalmān tits and equally beautiful Musalmān ass in front of me as I spoke,

“Helloooo Al Noor Al Islam, please call me Durgesh.”

She replied,

“Do you like what you see or do you want something else?”

I said,

“The sight is fantastic, but I could use a juice while I enjoy the fresh air and the view.”

Al Noor Al Islam was an excellent bartender and good company.

At this time, I was worn out to partake in anything other than a stiff drink.

We just sat and talked.

Al Noor Al Islam reminded me that we would be stopping in New Orleans shortly so everyone would be required to dress if we were going to shore or above deck.

I smiled and thanked her for the juice and the reminder.

After my juice, I went back to my cabin.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was up and in the shower again.

I reminded her that we’re about to hit port and she said she had to leave ship for a short while and that a surprise was coming for me, but when she returned, she wanted me well rested for a night on the town.

We would be in port for two nights.

It was my turn to sleep and catch up on my energy.

That was my plan.

Plans seem to fail when needed the most.

As I slept, I felt movement in the room and slowly opened my eyes, the bright white shirt of one of the stewards was there bending over to straighten items on the table.

She was quietly arranging things, as was part of her daily responsibilities.

I watched as she turned and bent forward away from me leaving me a perfect view of her pear-shaped gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It was magnificent.

I felt the familiar pulse of blood rushing to my Hindu cockhead.

The more I watched the more the blood rushed. Suddenly she turned and caught my eyes glaring at her chest, the two-button closure that held her shirt closed.

It was Al Noor Al Islam, she smiled and said,

“I am sorry, I did not want to wake you but this is the only time we can clean the rooms. Most of our guests go ashore and we work.”

I smiled and told her,

“It’s ok, but I hope you don’t mind that I watch as you work!”

She smiled and replied,

“Would you like to pretend that we are still out to sea and I wear my other uniform?”

I sat up, reached out, as I pulled her shirt a little closer and started unbuttoning the last of the buttons on her shirt, saying,

“I would love to see that uniform.”

When the last button of her shirt unfastened, the cabin door opened, and Amīnah stepped into the room with an arm full of towels.

She smiled and said,

“Sir, we thought you had gone ashore!”

There I was lying on the bed with a hand on Al Noor Al Islam’s shirt and she smiling as she twisted her beautiful Musalmān body to let the top fall from her shoulders.

Amīnah stated,

“This is much better than shore leave.”

As she sat the towels into a chair, she pulled at her own buttons.

Very quickly, three of us were on the bed and Al Noor Al Islam had reached for my rapidly growing Uncut Hindu Dick and was shoving it into her beautiful Musalmān mouth while Amīnah had climbed into the bed behind me and had her mouth pressing on my ass cheeks.

When she had enough moisture on her lips she started licking the crack of my ass and her Musalmān tongue worked its way toward my asshole.

Once Amīnah had found my brown star, she tried to force her tongue into the hole.

Before I could say, “that is an outy only!” she buried it as far as she could, forcing me to ram forward deep into Al Noor Al Islam’s throat, causing her to gag.

But instead of pulling away, Al Noor Al Islam reached behind me, yanked Amīnah by the hair pulling the tongue deeper while pushing my Uncut Hindu Lund farther into the bottomless abyss.

I came way ultimately, although I stayed hard.

After spending the last 27 hours fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, I realized I had bitten off more than I could chew.

I had to be honest, my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t sore as hell, still now.

Do not let anyone bullshit you, no one can fuck and abuse their cock as I have, so I finally said,

“I need to stop and rest for a while.”

I pulled my dick out of Al Noor Al Islam’s beautiful Musalmān mouth, pushed myself off the bed and fell into the chair just as the cabin door opened once again.

This time Al Tawaħīd Al Islam walked in, saw me sitting, and the two Musalmān beauties lying in our bed.

Putting her hands on her hips, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed,

“Well it looks as if you have been a bad Durgesh while I was away.”

Before I could answer, she said,

“Durgesh, here is your surprise, I hope you like it.” Sidestepping out of the way, her best friend in the world appeared.

“Rāħīlah Sultān, how are you? I can’t remember the last time I saw you and look at how you have grown!” I started to stand and remembered that I had nothing on, so I sat back down.

Rāħīlah Sultān was 19 years old and was about 5 inches taller than Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was but was much smaller everywhere else.

She had the blackest hair I had ever seen and behind her black-framed glasses were green Musalmān eyes that could see the soul.

Her breasts were a solid A-cup, but they were real, not store bought, so they matched slender body that she kept hidden under baggy outfits.

I had known her almost as long as I had known Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

I knew she was my princess’s lover and that she hated men, although she had a deep emotional bond toward me, more later.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān looked toward the bed seeing the two women naked and clearly not bashful, they quickly stripped, walked toward the bed-smiling saying,

“An all Musalmān girl party would be fun, can we join you?”

I took this opportunity to lock myself in the bathroom and turned on the water filling the hot tub for the first time, climbed in and soaked, don’t ask me how long because I slept.

When I woke, it was dark outside and I was wrinkled but relaxed.

When I came out of the bath, drying Al Tawaħīd Al Islam and Rāħīlah Sultān were sitting, laughing, doing the friendship thing.

They looked at me and said they thought about waking me but I looked relaxed and our trip was just starting and how they wanted me to relax and enjoy everything.

We all dressed and decided to go ashore and have supper in the French Quarter at a nice restaurant.

We strolled down Bourbon St. as most tourists do and enjoyed a jazz club until after 3 a.m. and a leisurely stroll back toward our ship.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam asked me,

“Durgesh, do you mind if I sleep in my stateroom with Rāħīlah Sultān tonight?

I quickly answered,

“No honey, I could use a break.”

The rest of our walk we just held hands and breathe in the salt air.

I smiled with Al Noor Al Islam and Amīnah on my mind.

Are they still awake and should I find out?

Well, they both were available.

Chapter 45

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā.

Chapter 43

Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family

Durgesh Al Saåīdah Al Zāfar

Durgesh Al Asmā Al Salmān

Durgesh Al Asmā Al SalmānNādirah Åzīm called out as her husband and I walked into the kitchen.

“Okay, boys, I’m heading out now!”

“I’ll see you later, honey.” Nādirah Åzīm said, kissing Muħammad Raħmān as she began to step out the door.

Before she walked out, she turned to me:

“And you, ever young Hindu man. You better not get into trouble with my extremely beautiful naughty Musalmān lady friends while we’re gone tonight. They are sex starved and they may drain you out of your so called infinite Hindu sexual prowess even. I don’t prohibit you to satisfy them sexually if they need it. Nevertheless I’ve warned you how ravenous they are sexually. Watch yourself not to be drained out completely.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed,

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Åzīm, you are warning my Hindu stepfather as if you yourself need his skills after you return.”

Nādirah Åzīm smiled teasingly at her naughty husband.

“Maybe your joke come true sometimes, Muħammad Raħmān. Don’t kid me thus every now and then. I know you believe Durgesh and I too have extramarital affair despite our constant denials.”

Muħammad Raħmān laughed.

“I can’t believe Durgesh is so available to you and you are still loyal to me.”

“Are you impotent?” Nādirah Åzīm teased him.

“You know I’m not.” Muħammad Raħmān smiled, “Nevertheless, I’m not Durgesh after all. He is the Sex god, everyone believes it.”

Nādirah Åzīm didn’t reply Muħammad Raħmān.

She turned to me once more,

“We might not come back until very late or early tomorrow morning.”

“I know, I know, Nādirah Åzīm.” I started, “I’ll just be here serving your needy beautiful Musalmān lady friends. However, they aren’t ravenous. Their husbands leave them ravenous.”

“Okay, my over human Hindu stepfather in law, you are already called the Hindu Al Buåūlatul Muslimāt. They claim we entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are having sex with you actually, however much we deny it. Nobody believes us even a bit. It’s all right. Enjoy them. They really need sex from you. Their husbands don’t take care of them optimum sexually.”

“Because they suspect them.”

“And aren’t they right? Don’t my entire beautiful Musalmān lady friends ravenously have sex with you?”

I smiled,

“Nādirah Åzīm, if their husbands had provided them it they would have never needed me.”

“Why don’t you tell them it? Aren’t they your own friends? They pay you monthly heavy amounts as your Sex Therapy sessions with their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān wives. Isn’t it a fact that they never want their wives cured? They actually want to get rid of them sexually.”

“Al Nādirah Al Åzīm.”

“Isn’t it a fact that today Musalmīn are tired of Islam actually? They have surrendered completely to the present materialistic western culture? They don’t want to waste their precious time in worthless sexual activities with their wives. They want to earn money instead. Their sexual responsibilities to their wives are burden for them. That’s why they have friendship with you.”

“Nādirah Åzīm,”

“You are not Sex Therapist for your filthy rich Musalmān friends actually.” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “They call you that to deceive you. Actually they use you as an extremely successful Hindu male prostitute for their over sexy Musalmān houseladies. Isn’t it true? Tell me you don’t understand it. You aren’t that foolish yourself. Isn’t it?”

Muħammad Raħmān held her hand.

“It’s alright, Nādirah Åzīm. Our entire present social system is rotten absolutely now. It’s true cure is Islam. But there isn’t true Islam anywhere itself. Instead of fighting with non Muslims for Årab Imperialism if we Musalmīn…”

“Let me tell your over human Hindu stepfather that he must never think his filthy rich Musalmān friends are innocent. They are not. They want their Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives to have extramarital sex with Durgesh so that they are free to do their corporate business more successfully. I hate these hypocrisy oriented swines.”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled at me,

“Sorry, Dad. She is angry now. You know she respects you but she can’t bear your hypocrite Musalmān friends.”

I smiled.

“I understand, Muħammad Raħmān. My plans were canceled at the last minute anyway. By the way, where were you guys going again?”
“We’ll be at Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s. She’s hosting a party with a bunch of people you may or may not know. Nothing you need to worry about, I guess.” Nādirah Åzīm said flatly. “Now goodbye, sweetie. I’ll see you tomorrow.” With that, she headed out the door.

I smiled sarcastically.

Nādirah Åzīm wasn’t so innocent herself as she tried to appear to everyone.

Why the hell otherwise she called me ‘sweetie’?

I was her father in law step or else.

I wasn’t her junior or equal even.

She never accepted me her father in law.

She still respected Muħammad Raħmān’s real father, my friend, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Nādirah Åzīm thought I snatched away his extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives from her otherwise innocent father in law, Al Muħammad Al Åbbās.

Al Muħammad Al Åbbās was a sophisticated innocent multimillionaire that was too ethical to understand his wives sexual needs.

I took advantage of his generosity and fucked his entire extremely beautiful Musalmān wives one by one.

She could not understand why Al Muħammad Al Åbbās and Al Muħammad Al Raħmān both thought I was innocent and their immensely loyal family friend.

“He is fucking your entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies one by one and you still think he is your utmost loyal family friend?”

Muħammad Raħmān smiled.

“You don’t know anything. Durgesh Dad isn’t fucking our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Our entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies are fucking Durgesh Dad instead. If Durgesh Dad isn’t keeping it secret…”

“What secret?” Nādirah Åzīm blurted out furiously, “What is secret there? Your youngest sister, Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān’s eighteenth birthday hasn’t too old to forget. Durgesh inaugurated your sister. She celebrated inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh for complete one year. In that inaugural party didn’t Durgesh fuck every beautiful Musalmān lady invited there? Didn’t he fuck your beautiful Musalmān houseladies too with immense fanfare openly? Even the videos were prepared of the entire celebration and released with great pride. ‘Durgesh inaugurates Al Sāmiyah Al Raħmān at her eighteenth birthday, the youngest family member of Al Raħmān Al Åbbās family’. What is secret there I say?”

Muħammad Raħmān watched his twenty-eight years old extremely beautiful wife with immense sarcasm.

“And what about your own younger sister’s birthday? Didn’t Durgesh Dad inaugurate your younger sister Al Saħar Al Åzīm too? Didn’t your Abbū Åzīm Sāħab himself arranged for her inaugural honeymoon with Durgesh Dad? If our family does something it’s wrong and if your family does the same thing it’s right?”

“Certainly not.” Nādirah Åzīm said coldly, “I couldn’t stop Abbū in Al Saħar’s event but did I let my Abbū to inaugurate myself? Did I too celebrate my inaugural honeymoon with your Durgesh Dad?”

Muħammad Raħmān could not answer it.*

His parents were going to a Halloween party at their friend’s house, and his Ammī had left early to help get set up.

They were apparently going her friend Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān’s from work, and my head immediately shot to images of Al Raħīmah Al Raħmān who came over almost every week and I knew pretty well.

This Nādirah Åzīm’s friend was an absolute bombshell.

She was in her 30s, but she was incredibly fit and she was one of the hottest Musalmān women I’d ever recently met.

She was average height but she had killer Musalmān tits and an ass gorgeous Musalmān to die for.

I’d imagined fucking her many times over the course of our acquaintance, and every time I met her, she winked at me, seemingly knowing something I didn’t.

I walked upstairs to my room, trying to picture what slutty costume she’d be wearing for Halloween, dreaming about one day being able to hit that.

She was married, though.

“Too bad,” I thought to myself.

I was set for a pretty interesting day with Nādirah Åzīm’s beautiful Musalmān lady friends, and reserved myself to messing around in my room, when after a few hours, I heard the phone ring.

I walked out of my room to get the phone, when the ringing stopped.

I stepped down the stairs and saw Muħammad Raħmān had answered it. I overheard what Muħammad Raħmān was saying.

“Are you sure you need me?” Muħammad Raħmān asked the voice on the phone, probably some work friend on the phone.

“Yeah, you’re right. That’s a pretty big account. We can’t afford to have anything happen. I’ll come down there tonight. Just let me get my things in order. I can be there in a few hours.” He continued, replying to a voice I couldn’t hear.

Apparently Muħammad Raħmān’s work needed him for something.

Muħammad Raħmān hung up the phone and turned around, seeing me on the staircase.

“Dad! There you are!” he said, walking toward me.

“What’s up, Muħammad Raħmān?” I asked, wondering what had happened.

“Oh, nothing. A client got cold feet and wants to be rewalked through everything. I have to go down to the property in Copperopolis. It’s a few hours away. I probably won’t be back until late tomorrow night.”

“Oh nonsense, really? That sucks… What about your party with Nādirah Åzīm?” I asked, wondering what he planned to do.

“Yeah, about that. I was gonna ask you if you’d go for me and tell your over ethical immensely conservative Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter in law, your Bahū Bégum, that claims she is too ethical to have sex even with you the supreme successful Sex Therapist nowadays. Haha. She is crazy. She thinks I really believe it. Even if she is really as foolish as she really never enjoy the unique sexual bliss only you can provide I don’t think you too are as a damn fool as to leave her without fucking until now. She is herself too beautiful to leave her without. Go fuck her and tell her I couldn’t come. I know she’ll just wanna leave if she has to be there by herself, but I could tell she was looking forward to it. Would you mind going there for me, and staying for a bit so she can enjoy herself? I know it’s Nādirah Åzīm’s friends and it’s kind of a drag, but you’d be doing me a huge favor.” Muħammad Raħmān explained.*

Asmā Salmān reached down and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Dick, “”Well the boys have all left for the airport to get back for their finals and the wedding party is either passed out drunk in their rooms or…:otherwise occupied. It’s just you me and Saåīdah Zāfar who’s over there, helping the DJ pack up. We have to get all the wedding gifts home.”

Asmā Salmān gestured to the mountainous stack of brightly wrapped boxes of all shapes and sizes that overflowed the two gift tables we had set up.

I looked at the stack of presents and nodded.

“Yeah, I don’t think they’ll all fit in the Mercedes. Maybe we should have brought the Land Rover.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife refrained from saying I told you so, but isn’t quite able to keep the smug look off her face.

However, if we had brought the Land Rover, I would be sober, or we would be spending the night in the hotel, since she refuses to drive it.

“Saåīdah Zāfar, stop flirting with him, and get over here.”, I shouted across the room at my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, who was still wearing her bridesmaid dress, making her look a lot older than her tender age of 18 years.

The dress was a bright crimson floor length gown, with a slit up the left leg that stopped just short of paradise.

The bodice was strapless, sleeveless with a deep V, and it squeezed and lifted making even the smallest bust look mouth watering.

The gown had rhinestones encircling the waist, creating the illusion of a belt.

Where the buckle would normally be was a large circle, reminiscent of the sun, with rhinestone rays fanning out drawing my eyes to the exposed Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān flesh of the wearer.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told me the dress was so tight none of the bridesmaids could wear even the skimpiest of thongs, without having unsightly lines ruining the look.

I was very excited about that, until I realized my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter would also be going commando.

When I first saw the dress, the bodice and upper part of the skirt looked to be painted on, and then it flared out big enough to hide a person underneath. It was so tight and form fitting, that I asked my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, if it was painted on.

“No, silly, it warps around the wearer and there are several bra type fasteners to hold it closed. When it’s not wrapped around a body, it opens to be the size of a blanket.

“Durgesh!” Saåīdah Zāfar cried in whiny teenage voice.

She handed the DJ a piece of paper.

She walked over to me.

Before she could voice her complaint to me about being embarrassed, I told her,

“Go to the front desk and ask them to send a couple of bellhops in here with a few luggage racks, then show them what to load.”

Turning to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “Pull the car up the side door down the hall, so we don’t have to walk across the entire hotel. That should save time. Meanwhile I need to change.”

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, turned and left as I picked up my gym bag.

“Durgesh, why didn’t you tell me to bring a change of clothes?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked.

“Because I figured you’d be going home with the DJ.” I reply teasing her.

“Durgesh!” she said as I walked away laughing.

It was harder than I thought to get out of a tuxedo and into a pair of gym shorts and tee shirt when My Uncut Hindu Prick is rocking my world.

I finished the task, without setting any speed records, and then headed out to meet my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, to load the car.

Damn Al Muħammad Al Zāfar.

Sālā Badmåsh.

He left his wife and daughter to me because he had to attend a very important business meeting.

“But Zāfar,” I started to protest.

But he winked at me,

“You are my family Sex Therapist. Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān is your client. She is your responsibility now, not mine.”

I slapped him playfully.

As I walked by the bar, I stopped in and ordered three coffees to go.

It was already 1 a.m. and we had a two-hour drive home.

Moreover, I knew if my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, or I fell asleep, my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, would be pissed.

If she fell asleep, we’d be dead.

When I arrived, there was already a huge pile of gifts to load.

“Thank God I played a lot a lot of Tetris” I joked to My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, as I began to carefully load the gifts to make sure nothing was damaged.

After almost 40 minutes of loading the car, all the gifts were packed in but only the driver and front passenger seat were left open.

One package was tall and long but thin, and it separated the driver and passenger seats leaving only a few inches open close to the roof.

“Good job genius, now we have two seats for three people.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said condescendingly. “Where’s Saåīdah Zāfar going to sit?”

I stood up stretching my back and looked to see if there was any way to shift things around to free up just one more seat.

Throwing up my hands in despair, I told My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, “There’s no way to fit her in the car.”

“How about we tie some stuff to the roof?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said.

I shook my head.

“I don’t know what’s in the boxes and I don’t want anything damaged before it’s unwrapped.”

One of the bellhops who had been helping,..

Well, truth be told he was staring at My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, and daughter, more than helping,

But I really couldn’t blame him.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, was still one sexy lady, especially for a mom of a 5 extremely beautiful daughters, the oldest being 25.

Hell she always is carded when her daughters go out for drinks.

And my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter, his beautiful daughter. She always was an attractive girl, but during her teen years, she blossomed into a real heartthrob.

She was 5’4” and I swore 3′ of that was legs.

She had an hourglass figure with 10 extra minutes just to make sure.

She had been asked several times to be a model by talent scouts, but she wanted to use her excellent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān brains, not her equally excellent beautiful Musalmān body.

During the planning for the wedding I overheard My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told the dress maker her measurements, 36B-24-36, and I remember thinking My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter is built like a brick shit house, and was never ashamed.

Well, why the hell should I?

The truth was the truth after all.

Al Muħammad Al Zāfar was more an ultramodern Westerner than he was a Musalmān.

Damn the bastard.

Then I saw her in this dress.

I was jealous of every person who has to see my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter in this dress, because they could all imagine stripping it off her young sexy body and doing things to her no father should ever know about.

“What did you say?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked the bellboy bringing me out of my reverie.
“When my parents helped me move to college, he said, “we had a similar problem. There wasn’t enough room in the car for mom Dad and me. So I drove and mom rode on my father’s lap.”

“Wasn’t it weird to have your mom sit on your father’s lap when you were present and driving the car…?” Saåīdah Zāfar asked the young man, pausing for his name.

“Ħamīd”, he offered his hand smiling at her in a way that made me want to punch him in his face. “Not really, it was actually one of the best road trips I’ve ever taken. It brought mom and Dad closer than ever before.”

His smile was really beginning to creep me out, so I stepped in front of Saåīdah Zāfar and said,

“Well, that won’t work. My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, needs to drive, so she can’t sit on Saåīdah Zāfar’s lap.”

“Maybe Saåīdah Zāfar could drive and Your Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān could sit on your lap.”

“That would work, if Saåīdah Zāfar hadn’t failed her driving test four times.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, told Ħamīd.

“I guess there’s only one solution.” Ħamīd said.

Ħamīd probably wouldn’t have suggested it if his brain wasn’t being preserved in alcohol. “Missy…Mom…Ma’am …” Ħamīd must have been drunker than I thought.

He wasn’t even sure what to call my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife,

“Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān drives and Saåīdah Zāfar sits on my lap.” I completed his sentence furiously.

“EWWW Durgesh…” she cried at the suggestion.

“Look honey…” I started to say, wanting to get my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter away from the drunken leeches that were coming back from the local bars and leering at her, as they slowly walked into the hotel, but Ħamīd interrupted.

“Saåīdah Ma’am, I felt the same way. But by the time the ride was over, my mom and my father were closer than ever. They visit me at least once a week, and I look forward to their visits. I’m sure it’ll do the same thing for you and Durgesh Sir.”

“Fuck it, I’m tired and want to get this dress off and get to bed. Let’s go.” Saåīdah Zāfar shouted.

Ħamīd gave me another of his creepy smiles as I got into the passenger seat and patted my lap for my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter to join me.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got in the car and started it up.

Looking over at her, I could barely see the top of her head over the package.

Once my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter was settled in my lap, I reached out to shut the door, and I heard Ħamīd said,

“Have fun, Sir.” and then winked at me.

“What the fuck, is he queer,” I wondered as I shut the door.

We drove off into the night as I struggled to get the seat belt over us.

I was having trouble because a pillow was stopping me from putting the tab into the buckle.

I was about to say something when I realized that the pillow was actually my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughters breast.

I froze in place not sure what to do.

Saåīdah Zāfar sat there not moving, as I let go of the seat belt realizing there was no way it would reach around two bodies.

Then the thought occurred to me that her knees must be pressed into the dashboard, so I reached under the seat to slide it back, forgetting about her dress.

All I found was a smooth soft supple leg as my hand got tangled in the material of the dress.

“Are you two okay over there?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, called out as we pulled onto the fairly empty interstate.

“Yeah Ammī, we’re fine.” Saåīdah Zāfar said with some amusement in her voice.

“How about you, honey, are you okay?” she asked me.

Saåīdah Zāfar twisted to look at me as I tried to formulate a reply and untangle my hand from her dress at the same time.

“I think Durgesh’s going nighty nice”, Saåīdah Zāfar said winking at me.

I felt her spread her legs a bit wider, and I was finally able to free my hand, but I was sure at some point I was rubbing her smooth Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān thigh.

“He better not, we still have to unload the car when we get home, and you know Durgesh. Once asleep nothing will wake him up.”

“I’m awake,” I said, “just lost in thought.”

“If either of you need a break, let me know. And I can stop in a rest area. Otherwise I plan on driving straight through.” Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān said.

Suddenly the car swerved to avoid something in the road, and Saåīdah Zāfar in her silk dress was sliding all over my lap.

The friction of her young adult Musalmān body on that part of mine, had the expected results.

“Don’t you dare…” I thought as Uncut Hindu Cock started coming to life.

Saåīdah Zāfar started to rock her hips, to get back into a comfortable position, which increased the attention my trouser snake was paying to the situation.

I groaned in annoyance as she planted her young Musalmān ass cheeks right on my now half erect Uncut Hindu Cock.

I tried to shift my hips so her body wouldn’t be rubbing against me, which only caused more rubbing.

“Durgesh, what’s that, it wasn’t there before?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter asked.

“What’s what honey?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.

“It’s nothing darling.”, I said not wanting My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, or daughter to know I was getting a hard on.

To My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, I said, “I had something in my pocket that was making Saåīdah Zāfar uncomfortable. If she lifts up off me for a second, I can fix it.

Saåīdah Zāfar pushed herself up off my Hindu male lap causing the split in her gown to open wider and expose a generous expanse of her smooth Musalmān thigh.

I wasn’t shocked at how tan and toned her thigh was, however.

I had enjoyed millions of them already, and still enjoying.

My Bhogchakr managed to produce always such conditions.

Holding herself up I could easily see the muscles in her leg supporting her.

That wasn’t what I needed to see at that time, it just encouraged me to grow some more.

Grateful for the way her gown draped over my lap, I slid my hands into my shorts and forced my swollen Uncut Hindu Dick to rest between my legs.

Before the adjustment was complete, one of her hands slipped and she collapsed onto me.

Her ass could feel my hand and her head whipped around to look at me realizing that the lump she felt was the one that was visiting her mother’s womb nowadays for her Sex Therapy.

Her skin turned as red as her dress and she stopped moving trapping my hand in my shorts, holding my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Umm Saåīdah Zāfar…” I said not sure what to say in this situation.

She quickly lifted herself up letting me free my hand, but my Uncut Hindu Dick was still pressing into her derriere.

Instead of trying to position herself for minimal contact, she seemed to be intentionally using her gorgeous Musalmān ass to encourage it to grow more.

What a family.

She too was enjoying it instead of being embarrassed.

I sat there trying to be a good family friend and Sex Therapist as she rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock impishly deliberately through our clothes.

She spread her legs even wider so I could see almost her entire leg.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was beginning to throb under her, and Saåīdah Zāfar gasped as it started to poke up into her soft round Musalmān globes of flesh.

Saåīdah Zāfar had been sitting mostly upright this whole time, but now that my Uncut Hindu Dick and her gorgeous Musalmān ass were getting so well acquainted, she leaned back against me, and at that Moment, I realized that the gown was not designed to protect modesty.

Looking down over her shoulder, I could clearly see the swell of her breasts and even part of her areola.

That was all it took.

My Uncut Hindu Dick sprang and became rather insistent that it be freed.

My hands involuntarily wrapped around her waist.

Saåīdah Zāfar smiled at her victory, took my right hand in hers and put it on her inner thigh under the gown.

When I felt the forbidden flesh, I bent my head down and took a deep breath of her sweet smelling hair as my Hindu male body began to react like a man’s body instead of a family friend’s.

My hand started to rub and caress her beautiful smooth Musalmān thigh, as my mouth found her neck and began to kiss it.

“Mmmm” she moaned as I lightly nipped her tender skin.

She offered no resistance so far, even though part of her brain was screaming that this is not something a family friend should be doing to his friend’s daughter, but a bigger part of her was saying shut the fuck up and see how far you can go with this sexy young adult Musalmān teenager.

My hand moved up her thigh, and I could feel the heat from her unprotected little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot .

My Hindu male body shuddered in pleasure.

Saåīdah Zāfar brought both her hands to her chest and began to squeeze her breasts.

I was encouraged by watching her.

I slid my hand up and found her pussy.

I was shocked it was so wet, and I started to caress it with my fingers.

“Ohh, that’s so nice Durgesh, please don’t stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar moaned as I found her distended Musalmān clit and began to rub it.

“What feels nice?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked.

“Durgesh is massaging me, and it feels wonderful. I don’t want him to stop.” Saåīdah Zāfar said as she took my other hand and placed it on her soft firm breast.

“You better give me a massage when we get home, buster, or you won’t be getting what you want.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, teased me as we continued down the interstate.

“I will honey. I will.” I replied as my hand freed my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s right tit from her gown.

I just sit there mesmerized at the view of her perky young Musalmān tit flesh.

“You guys know I’m here, right?” Saåīdah Zāfar said. “I really don’t want to know about your bedroom stuff. That’s gross.”

I chuckled as I began to rub her exposed nipple, and My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, replied “Oh grow up Saåīdah Zāfar! Sex between two people who love each other is natural and normal, as you’ll learn one day.”

“Oh, I’ve had sex Ammī.”, My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter announced, as she pulled down her top freeing her other breast for me to play with, “I just don’t want to picture you two fucking.”

“Fair enough,” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said her voice strained, “Durgesh is our family Sex Therapist.

I knew her well enough to tell she was shocked that Saåīdah Zāfar wasn’t a virgin, and she was going to let the subject drop for now.

She would wait until she was alone with Saåīdah Zāfar and not so tired and then there would be hell to pay.

I felt no such restraint.

“You’re not a Virgin?” I asked in shock as I slid a finger into her pussy.

I was feeling mixed emotions at the Moment,

I was upset that some dirty nasty boy had used My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter for his pleasure, but on the other hand, it meant that maybe, just maybe she wasn’t a cock tease and I just might get to fuck her.

“OH Durgesh be real. I haven’t been a virgin since 9th grade.”

My Uncut Hindu Cock leapt in joy on hearing these words, and I slipped two fingers into her pussy, feeling her juices begin to freely flow. “So you’re a little slut.” I said teasing her as I pinched one nipple and then the other.

“No Durgesh, not a slut, just a Musalmān woman who loves a nice hard Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.”

I could feel the atmosphere in the car change with those words.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, got very tense and stopped speaking.

Saåīdah Zāfar had basically invited me to fuck her, and to let her know I accepted, I pushed a third finger into her folds and began to finger fuck her.

As we drove down the highway in silence, I kept fingering her and playing with her exposed tits.

“What’s that Hindu Sex Therapist of mine doing?” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, asked in her pissed bitch tone.

I yanked my hands off my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter cautious that somehow she had seen what I was doing.

I was trying to form a reply but Saåīdah Zāfar beat me too it.

“What Ammī?”

“The 18 wheeler next to us. He’s been pacing us for a few miles and it’s making me nervous.”

I looked out my window and sure enough, there’s a tractor-trailer right next to us.

I look up at the long bearded Musalmān driver who gave me a thumbs up and a big smile.

I realized he’s been watching my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and I fool around.

“I think he noticed your daughter, especially the way the gown enhances her.” I said to my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Saåīdah Zāfar blushed when she realized she’s not only exposed to me but to any other travelers on the road.

Hurriedly she covered her breasts and tried to push my hand out of her dripping wet Musalmān pussy.

“Fucking pervert.” My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, said and slammed on the brakes to let him pass us.

Then she moved behind the truck to protect her daughter’s modesty.

“I’m going to pull over at the next rest stop. Let him get a few miles ahead of us, and I need to use the restroom.”

“Okay dear.” I said, “I can stretch my legs.”

We pull into a rest area.

The truck side was packed full of big rigs, but the car area was empty.

No one was moving around.

We had the place to ourselves.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, parked the car and shut it off.

I pulled my hand out of my friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter and she adjusted her gown to hide her leg.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, walked over to our side of the car, opened the car door and helped Saåīdah Zāfar out.

I climbed out with a groan, not realizing how stiff my legs had gotten.

“I’m going to take a walk and work out the kinks in my legs” I said, my face reddening at my words.

I hoped it escaped notice since we had parked in a dark area of the rest area.

“I’ll walk with Durgesh.” Saåīdah Zāfar said taking my hand in hers.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān, nodded, turned and headed towards the bathrooms.

Saåīdah Zāfar led me deeper into the shadows, without a word squatted down, and pulled out my Uncut Hindu Lund.

She looked at it gently stroking it and I leaned back letting her.

She kissed the tip, then took the whole thing into her young beautiful adult Musalmān mouth and began to give me one of the most erotic blowjobs I ever experienced recently.

She wasn’t all that talented, but being half in the bag, combined with the multiple taboos made it so much better.

My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter made up for in enthusiasm what she lacked in experience.

I thought my Uncut Hindu Lund was hard before.

I was wrong.

It was stiff before, now it was hard.

I didn’t want to waste my load in her mouth.

I pulled myself out of her warm mouth and pulled her up.

I kissed her as I had never kissed any Musalmān woman recently since my Sex Therapy honeymoon. With her Ammī, my Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān.

Decades of pent up passion were focused in this kiss.

The duel our tongues fought made the sword fight between Inigo Montoya and the Dread Pirate Roberts look like a square dance.

Regrettably, I broke the kiss and spun Saåīdah Zāfar around, so she could lean up against the wall.

I squatted down and with my hands, I pulled open her dress at the split.

I pulled it up so that her Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was exposed to the cool night air and my intense Hindu gaze.

It was the cutest most perfect Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot I had ever seen recently.

Wonderful.

Almost every day now, I was inaugurating millions of Just eighteen Just Adult new Musalmān Cunts.

Still Saåīdah Zāfar’s Just eighteen Just Adult young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot was wonderful.

I, even the utmost experienced utmost successful Sex Therapist couldn’t deny it.

I couldn’t resist.

I buried my face in My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s daughter’s sopping wet Musalmān pussy and began to kiss it all over.

She groaned out loud as my Uncut Hindu Lund began to probe her young Musalmān folds and explore the most intimate part of her body.

The clacking of heels on cement announced My friend, Muħammad Zāfar’s wife, Al Asmā Al Salmān Bhābhījān’s imminent arrival and our probable getting caught. But I just couldn’t stop now.*

Chapter 44

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 42

Durgesh Āmnah Iqbāl

The first time Āmnah Iqbāl enjoyed Ashvinātam with Durgesh was when she was 28 years old.

She was a PhD already.

Durgesh was still living at home.

And why the hell shouldn’t he?

It was his own house.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t another option except to live with Durgesh.

Her husband had separated from her charging her that she had extramarital relations with her Hindu stepfather Durgesh.

She never had.

But that was the story of almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies that didn’t surrender to the unjustified demands of their Musalmān husband.

Musalmān?

Āmnah Iqbāl laughed sarcastically.

Were they really Musalmān?

If they were Musalmān what Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Ħazrat Abū Bakar Siddīq^rz, Ħazrat Ůmar Fārūq^rz, Ħazrat Ůsmān Ghanī^rz and Ħazrat Ålī^rz were?

The munāfiqīn!

They don’t deserve the pious name of Musalmīn even.

They are Pseudo Musalmīn.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā is right.

Āsif Muħammad was a Pakistani.

But not one of those Pakistanīs who were pride of Pakistan.

He deserted her ten years ago.

And that shattered whatever was left of her self-esteem.

Because of what he did to her, Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man since the day he left, sexually or otherwise.

The only man in her life now was her beloved Hindu stepfather in law, Durgesh.

So it may not be so surprising what eventually became of our already close relationship.

Most of the extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies living in relationship with Durgesh have almost the same stories.

Their ex-husbands claim they were already after Durgesh’s infinite money and his ever infamous ever communal Hindu sex kicks.

It isn’t true.

It was never true.

Yet most of the Musalmīn never believed the truth.

Āsif Muħammad and his likewise Musalmān husbands actually themselves threw their extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān wives into Durgesh’s Hindu lap.

Why?

Ask the bastards.

Ask the munāfiqīn.

The first day it happened Āmnah Iqbāl had barged in on me while I was fucking her best friend Al Tawaħīd Al Islam in my room.

Āmnah Iqbāl was bringing in some of my clothes into my room that Āmnah Iqbāl had just got through washing.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam apparently got so horny that she forgot to lock my door when Āmnah Iqbāl came barging into the room carrying the clothes basket.

I was fucking Al Tawaħīd Al Islam contently with my pants and boxer shorts around my knees and didn’t notice Āmnah Iqbāl in the room at first.

Then I gazed over at Āmnah Iqbāl standing in the doorway of my bedroom with this horrified look in her beautiful young Musalmān eyes.

“Āmnah Iqbāl!” I yelled at her as Al Tawaħīd Al Islam tried to cover ourselves with pushing her glorious Musalmān ass into my nude Hindu lap.

Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t think it was such a big deal herself.

Āmnah Iqbāl was well aware of what I did in the privacy of my own room and wasn’t shocked at all by me doing this.

But Āmnah Iqbāl was understandably embarrassed because, hey, what I want beautiful Musalmān houseladies catching me fucking their beautiful Musalmān lady friends?

Āmnah Iqbāl just turned her head to the side and remarked casually, “Oops, sorry!”

Āmnah Iqbāl was about to walk out of my room and let me finish up, but, something inside of Āmnah Iqbāl made her turn back around and have a second look.

Āmnah Iqbāl probably should’ve just turned around and walked out of her stepfather in law’s room altogether without looking back, but Āmnah Iqbāl had to take just one more peek.

And that’s when it all started.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t seen a man’s penis since her ex-husband left her and subsequently divorced her for he couldn’t provide Āmnah Iqbāl optimum sex.

So Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t prepared at all to see her stepfather in law’s fully extended Uncut Hindu Penis in action into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Āmnah Iqbāl guessed I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was walking out of my room because we had stopped trying to cover ourselves, when Āmnah Iqbāl started to turn around to initially leave my room.

Or maybe, just maybe, I wanted Āmnah Iqbāl to see my schlong. Whatever the reason, when Āmnah Iqbāl turned back around to have her peek, Āmnah Iqbāl could clearly see my hard, throbbing Uncut Hindu Dick visiting vehemently Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s beautiful young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, from where Āmnah Iqbāl was standing.

And it turned Āmnah Iqbāl on!

What a penis!

Allah Allah!

Māshā Allah!

Subħān Allah!

Āmnah Iqbāl dropped the clothes basket on the floor and slowly began to stride across the floor to her sexy, well-endowed Hindu stepfather in law.

Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her Hindu stepfather in law’s utmost handsome utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

Āmnah Iqbāl sat down on the edge of my bed still staring at my big, handsome Uncut Hindu Cock still going into, coming out and again vanishing into her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

I glanced up at her face and saw that Āmnah Iqbāl was looking away from me.

Her face flushed and her mouth was quivering slightly.

I obviously couldn’t stop fucking her friend.

It wasn’t possible at all.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam needed it very much.

I looked bravely at Āmnah Iqbāl.

I wasn’t doing anything unjust.

Why the hell should I be ashamed of consequently?

Yes, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam left the door unlocked from inside.

So what?

How the hell was I responsible for it?

Āmnah Iqbāl was so embarrassed and flustered at having her gaze upon me in such a lustful, lascivious way.

Or maybe Āmnah Iqbāl was excited at having a grown woman, even my own stepdaughter in law, admiring me the way Āmnah Iqbāl was doing for probably the first time in her young life.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was certainly excited!

Āmnah Iqbāl gazed back down at my throbbing Hindu member and found herself literally drooling the more she kept staring at me.

Āmnah Iqbāl finally reached out with her hand and gently touched the middle of my prick with the tips of her fingers.

Her touch caused it to throb that much more.

Āmnah Iqbāl immediately pulled her hand back as if Āmnah Iqbāl had just touched a rattlesnake!

She gasped as she put her hand to her chest, still not taking her eyes off my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Āmnah Iqbāl gazed up at me one more time.

Then Āmnah Iqbāl did something I’d never thought Āmnah Iqbāl would do to her own Hindu stepfather in law.

Her body trembled slightly as Āmnah Iqbāl lowered herself down until her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips were almost touching my Uncut Hindu Cock, still vanishing into her best friend’s young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Before I realized what Āmnah Iqbāl was even doing, Āmnah Iqbāl smelled my Uncut Hindu Cock as if Āmnah Iqbāl were sniffing a rose.

Āmnah Iqbāl moaned at the sweet, innocent Hindu smell of my utmost experienced still in action Uncut Hindu manhood.

“Oh, Durgesh,” She moaned out to me as Āmnah Iqbāl sniffed both my Uncut Hindu Cock and her best friend’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock smells so good!”

“Because it’s anointed with your best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s immensely fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices.” I smiled.

“Nonsense,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed, “Your Uncut Hindu Cock always radiates the ever best fragrance of your Stavans and your other positive deeds according to Ved/Hindutv into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”

“If it isn’t visiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts mostly it hadn’t been so fragrant.”

“I think you both are correct.” Āmnah Iqbāl said.

She then heard her best friend moaning along with me while Āmnah Iqbāl was sniffing me up and down.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was clearly more turned on by what Āmnah Iqbāl was doing to me just like Āmnah Iqbāl suspected Āmnah Iqbāl was.

This, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl even more turned on . . . and incredibly horny!

Āmnah Iqbāl scooped up our junction, which were just as impressive as the organ they lay under, with her hand and slowly ran the tip of her first finger up and down my extended Hindu shaft.

After playing with me like this for the next minute or so, Āmnah Iqbāl grabbed my cock in the middle and slowly started to stroke it.

This obviously felt really good to me because I started to hump her hand as well as her best friend.

Āmnah Iqbāl gripped my prick tighter as I fucked her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam harder.

“Oh, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I moaned out to her as I kept fucking her hand and Al Tawaħīd Al Islam. “That feels so good!”

Her breathing grew heavier the faster I humped her hand.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam opened my mouth and started to wail out loudly.

Āmnah Iqbāl looked down and could see come droplets forming at the tip of my penis.

Āmnah Iqbāl knew that was a clear sign that a man was about to ejaculate.

Āmnah Iqbāl reached up with her free hand and pulled my shirt up to my neck because the last thing Āmnah Iqbāl wanted was to clean a big come stain out of her stepfather in law’s shirt!

It only took a few more seconds for me to shoot a straight line of come inside Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Not taking her eyes off my face as I came.

I kept humping her hand as I kept shooting my load into Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

Her wails soon turned into soft moans as I started to settle down a bit.

Āmnah Iqbāl looked back down at my penis and saw that, except for a few clear droplets, I had stopped ejaculating.

Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hand from around my softening penis and noticed that some of my Hindu sperm had splattered onto her beautiful Musalmān hand.

Āmnah Iqbāl lifted her hand up to her face and did something that Āmnah Iqbāl had never even done with her husband:

Āmnah Iqbāl stuck out her tongue and licked every drop of her Hindu stepfather in law’s Hindu semen from off her hand.

It tasted hot and salty . . . and tasted good!

Āmnah Iqbāl decided Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to taste some more of my Hindu spunk.

Āmnah Iqbāl bent over once again and proceeded to lick my come that had shot from my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Not taking her tongue off my body once as Āmnah Iqbāl was licking me off,

She gazed into her stepfather in law’s eyes when Āmnah Iqbāl reached the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I looked down at Āmnah Iqbāl and gave her a rather lustful smile.

Āmnah Iqbāl gave me her own lusty grin as she finished cleaning me off with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue.

However, when Āmnah Iqbāl bent down to kiss me, she turned her head away from me before reaching my Hindu male lips.

I guess it was difficult for Āmnah Iqbāl to fully accept what had just happened between us.

I gave her a light peck on the cheek.

Āmnah Iqbāl got up off my bed and finally walked out of my room, closing the door behind me.*

I didn’t come out of my room the rest of the night.

When I got up the next morning, Āmnah Iqbāl was already in the bathroom getting ready.

After some time, Āmnah Iqbāl was sitting at the kitchen table having her morning cup of coffee when she saw me walking towards the door in a hurry.

I was probably hoping Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t notice me leave.

Well, Āmnah Iqbāl did.

“Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl called out to me, “come into the kitchen for a minute, would you please, my love?”

I stopped at the door, my hand almost touching the doorknob, then I slowly turned and walked into the kitchen.

Āmnah Iqbāl was standing away from me not even batting an eye in her general direction.

Her face was flushed just like it was the day before when we . . . well, you know!. . .

And her body was shaking a little.

Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at her own nervousness as Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a playful, teasing way,

“Come over here and talk to Āmnah Iqbāl. I promise Āmnah Iqbāl won’t bite you.” Āmnah Iqbāl shrugged as she added teasingly, “Well, not unless you ask me to!”

I paused for a brief Moment before I very confidently stepped over and stood in front of Āmnah Iqbāl, still looking at Āmnah Iqbāl bravely.

Hell, why shouldn’t have I?

I hadn’t done anything wrong.

If anything wrong was done even, it was done by Āmnah Iqbāl herself, not by me.

It was natural for me that I fucked her best friend, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

Āmnah Iqbāl turned in her chair to the side and looked up at me.

“Durgesh, now you were not going to leave me alone here after you, without saying goodbye to your Āmnah Iqbāl, now were you? Even if I have done something wrong.” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me, taunting me a little.

“Certainly not, my dear,” I smiled, “I don’t think you did anything wrong.”
“Good! Thank you.” Āmnah Iqbāl smiled at me in mock enthusiasm.

She looked straight at my Hindu crotch and noticed the big protrusion between my legs.

I was wearing a pair of baggy shorts pulled down with the top of my white underwear sticking out, which was the style among teens today.

In Āmnah Iqbāl’s opinion, I had apparently done this in an attempt to hide my bulging Hindu package.

She guessed I couldn’t even look at Āmnah Iqbāl now without getting a hard-on!

Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling her confidence level rise just like her Hindu stepfather in law’s penis, and this, in turn, made Āmnah Iqbāl bolder.

She placed her hand in the crotch of my shorts and began to rub her stepfather in law’s engorged Uncut Hindu Dick.

“Mmmm,” Āmnah Iqbāl cooed as Āmnah Iqbāl was feeling me up, “is this for Āmnah Iqbāl, my love?”

“What the hell else do you think, Sālī?” I smiled bravely winking at her.

“Well,” Āmnah Iqbāl began, “Āmnah Iqbāl will just have to take care of this, won’t she?”

I said nothing as Āmnah Iqbāl pulled down my shorts and then my underwear.

My pecker nearly hit Āmnah Iqbāl in the face as it popped out of my underwear.

Āmnah Iqbāl glazed over my cock for a Moment like Āmnah Iqbāl did the day before when Āmnah Iqbāl saw my rock-hard, well-hung Uncut Hindu Penis visiting her best friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt for the first time.

Āmnah Iqbāl took it in her hand and began to stroke it more forcefully than the way Āmnah Iqbāl had yesterday.

I started to moan aloud the harder Āmnah Iqbāl stroked me.

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips around the head of my Uncut Hindu Prick and began to suck off me.

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her other hand around my shaft and started to beat me off with both hands as she took more and more of my Uncut Hindu Penis into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

I was so large and well-endowed that Āmnah Iqbāl was only able to a little more than half of me inside her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

But that was okay judging by my rather passionate reaction to Āmnah Iqbāl giving me head.

Besides, Āmnah Iqbāl was still able to take care of the rest of my Uncut Hindu Cock with her beautiful Musalmān hands.

I began to thrust my Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth a little and fuck Āmnah Iqbāl’s throat similar to the way I’d done her hand in my bedroom the day before.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down on my Uncut Hindu Lund as I thrust my pelvis back and forth a little bit more as if Āmnah Iqbāl was trying to keep up with me.

Āmnah Iqbāl took my Uncut Hindu Prick out of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as she lifted it up and sucked on my balls.

This caused me to throw my head back and wail out even more as Āmnah Iqbāl bit, pulled and sucked on my two big and hairy balls with her beautiful red crimson young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and teeth.

Āmnah Iqbāl let go of my nuts and asked me while Āmnah Iqbāl stroked my cock with one hand,

“Do you like what Āmnah Iqbāl is doing to you? Are you enjoying yourself, Durgesh?”

“Yes, Āmnah Iqbāl, why not? I’m not impotent. I love it very much myself, mérī Jān.” I groaned, my head still thrown back in ecstasy.

“Good, Allah térā lakh lakh shukr hai.” Āmnah Iqbāl said again, this time with genuine enthusiasm.

Āmnah Iqbāl slipped my Uncut Hindu Penis back into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked and masturbated me with both hands again to finish me off.

As Āmnah Iqbāl had expected, it didn’t take long as my wails and moans turned into near-screams as I sprayed into Āmnah Iqbāl’s extremely busy working mouth and filled Āmnah Iqbāl’s mouth with my thick, burning Hindu semen.

Āmnah Iqbāl held her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth wide open so Āmnah Iqbāl could catch my escaping Hindu sperm that I was shooting into her mouth and beat me off so hard and so fast that I thought Āmnah Iqbāl was going to pull my dick right off my body!

I shot such a huge load, as a matter of fact, that it caused Āmnah Iqbāl to remark lustfully to me,

“Allah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you sure were saving a big load for Āmnah Iqbāl, weren’t you, stepfather in law?”

“Sure, Āmnah Iqbāl,” I said smiling as I finished coming.

Āmnah Iqbāl removed her hands from my penis, and licked and swallowed every bit of my Hindu jizz, just like Āmnah Iqbāl did before, that had splattered her hands.

Āmnah Iqbāl stood up from her chair, pulled up my shorts and underwear and whispered to me in my ear,

“When you get back home from your Sex Therapy this afternoon, Āmnah Iqbāl will have a big surprise waiting for you.”

Before I was able to respond to what she’d just told me, Āmnah Iqbāl kissed me very passionately on the lips.
Āmnah Iqbāl finished kissing her Hindu stepfather in law as she gave me one last lusty smile.

I patted Āmnah Iqbāl on the ass and told her,

“Now I’d better get to my Sex Therapy clients. You don’t want me to be late there, do you, darling?”*

I walked in through the front door and started calling out for Āmnah Iqbāl.

“Āmnah Iqbāl,” I called out, “Āmnah Iqbāl, where are you?”

I looked in every room in the house and finally found Āmnah Iqbāl lying on my bed in my room.

The surprise I’d told me about was that Āmnah Iqbāl was lying completely nude on my bed ready to give me the best, and very likely the first, fuck of my life.

I stopped and stood in the doorway to my room when I saw Āmnah Iqbāl on my bed in her naked state.

“Welcome home, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl said to me in a lascivious tone. “Āmnah Iqbāl’s been waiting for you.”

Like I did that morning in the kitchen before I went to Sex Therapy, I just stood there gaping at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nakedness. Āmnah Iqbāl could see my cock immediately springing to life inside my baggy shorts.

I knew, we both knew, that this would be an experience that I, that neither of us, would forget for a long, long time.

After the initial shock finally wore off, I marched over to the bed where Āmnah Iqbāl was lying and took off my clothes.

Āmnah Iqbāl laughed at me when I nearly fell over, as Āmnah Iqbāl was taking off my clothes.

Āmnah Iqbāl was so excited just like a little kid on Eīdul Fitr morning!

I laughed along with Āmnah Iqbāl as she removed my final article of clothing and eagerly hopped into bed with Āmnah Iqbāl.

I laid on top of Āmnah Iqbāl and gazed down at her with an unmistakable lustful gleam in my eye.

I wanted to fuck Āmnah Iqbāl and fuck her bad!
Āmnah Iqbāl reached down with one hand and slowly guided my fully-aroused Uncut Hindu Cock into her wet, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

We both moaned as I entered Āmnah Iqbāl.

I knew with this being my first time with her, Āmnah Iqbāl wouldn’t be a gentle lover, but I didn’t mind.

As a matter of fact, Āmnah Iqbāl wanted to get her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat pounded by her Hindu stepfather in law.

Āmnah Iqbāl hadn’t been with a man in so long.

And I didn’t disappoint Āmnah Iqbāl as I filled Āmnah Iqbāl to the hilt with my long, hard Uncut Hindu Lund and pummeled her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as if this would be the last fuck of my life, which, of course, Āmnah Iqbāl would make sure it wasn’t going to be.

Being an extremely well-endowed ever young Hindu man, I was hitting places inside of her that had never been touched before by any man, and that especially goes for her short-dicked Musalmān husband, Arraħīm Arraħmān!

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her beautiful nude Musalmān legs around my ankles and sank her fingernails deep into the flesh of my ass as I continued to give Āmnah Iqbāl the fuck of her life!

Āmnah Iqbāl wrapped her hands around the back of my head and drew me closer towards her as Āmnah Iqbāl whispered groaningly in my ear, “You can come inside of me if you want to, my Hindu stepfather in law. My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Āmnah Iqbāl was past the situation where Āmnah Iqbāl had to worry about getting pregnant.

Āmnah Iqbāl let me know what it feels like to come inside her.

And, with this being my first time with her and all, Āmnah Iqbāl knew it would take long for me to come.

I would fuck her nonstop as if to infinity.

Āmnah Iqbāl had prepared herself for it mentally.

And it really went on to be so.

Hours of my nonstop sexual Hindu assault on Āmnah Iqbāl were passing now.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was nonstop vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt, coming out of it till only its head was inside, then again vanishing into Āmnah Iqbāl’s more ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, to the hilt.

The same action was being repeated nonstop for hours.

Āmnah Iqbāl wondered how much I wanted to fuck her.

It seemed I would fuck her until we both exist.

Āmnah Iqbāl clawed her fingernails deeper into my ass flesh and waited for me to shoot my Hindu load inside Āmnah Iqbāl.

Ultimately, I raised my head and groaned out as I shot load after heavy load of my Hindu semen into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body.

Her vagina obviously couldn’t handle the entire Hindu load as much of my jism spilled out of her Musalmān Cunt and flowed down the inside of her thighs.

“Oh, Durgesh,” Āmnah Iqbāl groaned along with me, “that’s it! Shoot your wonderful Hindu come inside me! Come inside me! Come inside Āmnah Iqbāl!”

I kept fucking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot until Āmnah Iqbāl was completely spent.

I fell down in a heap on top of her and we laid there in bed for Āmnah Iqbāl didn’t know how long until we fell asleep in each other’s arms.

After our first time together, Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again many things about how to please a Musalmān woman and give her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body immense pleasure:

Āmnah Iqbāl taught me once again not only how to fuck a Musalmān woman, but how to kiss a Musalmān woman’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult extremely beautiful Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, how to rim a Musalmān woman’s gorgeous Musalmān asshole, how to administer foreplay, how to kiss a Musalmān woman that will send shivers up and down her spine and make her want to jump your bones, all of it.

And I, naturally, was a more than willing student once more to please her at least.

For a special present, Āmnah Iqbāl even let me fuck her in her gorgeous Musalmān ass, which was something else Āmnah Iqbāl had never let any other man, including her no-account Musalmān husband, do to her before.

I went to Sex Therapy, met beautiful Musalmān lady clients and eventually fucked all of them.

Āmnah Iqbāl couldn’t say Āmnah Iqbāl wasn’t at least a little jealous by this, but, hey, I can’t keep fucking only Āmnah Iqbāl forever, can I?

But, on my busy days, Āmnah Iqbāl made sure to remind me that, if I ever ran into troubles with my Musalmān lady clients, my Musalmān live in relationship partners, my Musalmān lady friends, I can always come home to Āmnah Iqbāl to get support from her even out of the way.

I kept fucking her always as vehemently as she wanted me to.

Chapter 43

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

Chapter 41

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

It was just past midnight.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now 19 and an adult acting on her own accord.

She took my hand and led me back to the dance floor.

We danced a slow loving embrace.

My ever indomitable Hindu erection was pushing into her young Musalmān tummy and she swayed to the music adding a more sensual movement against me.

After we danced, she said,

“Durgesh, take me to your bed.”

I led her down the stairwell toward my stateroom, when we were standing outside the door; she said, “Carry me to our bed.”

I opened the door, picked her up into my arms, carried her to the bed, and set her down.

She said,

“Just a Moment.”

She stood up and said,

“I know you like to play rough and so here I am you can do whatever you like starting right now. Ammī said you like to tear clothing and to use force, so do whatever you want. Take me anyway any hole anything you want, I am your slut, if you don’t accept me too your respected wife, as you have kindly honored my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān!”

“Nonsense! I never dishonored any Musalmān Beauty irrespective of her age. If she is steady to choose me as her sex partner, I never dishonor her ultimate decision to oblige me. You have to think, once more at least, whether it’s a temporary lust or life decision.”

She watched me teasingly.

“If I say it’s only a temporary lust you won’t oblige me?”

“Never. Nevertheless, I’d try to explain to you its consequences. You don’t have experience enough to anticipate them clearly.”

“Ammī said you are ever best in sex.”

“I see. You want sex?”

“I love sex even more than my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān does. I love to watch you both when you fuck my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”

“What?”

“You never caught me, while my Ammī did.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled.

“I can’t believe you.”

“You have to. You have the utmost handsome unique Uncut Hindu Penis. My Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān has an utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. I love to watch your utmost handsome Uncut Hindu Penis vanishing into my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.”

“I can’t blame you.” I sighed, “Even your Abbū, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah, watches it immensely fascinated when I fuck your extremely beautiful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.”

“Why do you still call her ‘Bhābhījān’, while she never accepted any platonic relationship with you ever?” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me, teasingly.”

“My relationship with anyone doesn’t depend on what s/he thinks of me. It depends on what s/he actually needs from me. I am a Sex Therapist actually that’s curing your Ammī from her mental sickness.”

“A very good pretext to fuck us beautiful Musalmān houseladies without getting any guilty psychosis.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam winked at me, “Ammī praises you for it. You fuck almost entire beautiful educated Musalmān houseladies yet you are never guilty for it because you never fuck them to enjoy sex with them. You always fuck them to cure them from their mental sickness. Wow! I can’t blame the Musalmīn that they never believed you. Who the hell would ever?”
I had to stop and think about what was about to happen.

I reached down, kissed her hard on the mouth, and forced my tongue into her waiting mouth as my hands reached around and found her open back gown.

I ripped as fast and hard as I could.

I tore the gown from back to front and up and down her body.

I took a step back and saw her dress still clinging to parts of her lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body as I felt the need to kiss every part of her.

I knelt in front of my little princess, I slowly removed the remaining pieces of her torn gown and everywhere I pulled cloth, I replaced with a tinder kiss.

As I removed the cloth from her breasts, I kissed licked and squeezed her nipples.

The areolas were a shade darker than her golden brown skin with the perky nipples pointing up at an angle as if to stare at the dim lights above us.

Each kiss, twist or nibble she would moan and shiver as if she was ready to orgasm, but holding back.

Then she started talking between each labored breath saying,

“Durgesh, I am a good girl but the time is right, and look out because I will be so good at being bad!” she added, “Ammī told me you would be pleased if you were my first and I hope she was right!”

I froze when those words sank into my head.

I looked up at her and said,

“May I look at one of your tapes to see what your Ammī was thinking before we go any farther?”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,

“Ammī thought you would want to know and she said if this night came then I was to give you this tape.”

She walked toward the desk.

She picked up a tape that was on it and placed it in the VRC.

Then she walked back to the bed, lay down, and made room for me.

It was Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, telling me that she had trained Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, as best she could from where she was and hoped that I would finish that training.

She added that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would fill me in on all the details, but not tonight.

I turned toward the beauty in the bed with me and kissed her genteelly but with more passion than a father and daughter should.

I as moved from her lips to her cheeks placing kisses as I went.

I nibbled her ears, trailing down her slender neck and once again her breasts.

Squeezing, each one when not kissing or sucking, switching to the other savoring her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān form.

They seemed to be so sensitive to my touch.

My hands were slowly tracing from her tits down to her sides.

I was making love to every part of her young tender Musalmān body.

I reached her private area and inhaled the aroma of her perfect young utmost sacred Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān honey hole.

I massaged her legs I tried to resist touching her most secret place, but the moister was clearly flowing and adding her scent to the pleasure, was making my traveling more difficult.

I placed my left hand on her clean-shaven perfect Musalmān mound and almost came from the darling softness of it.

She took my hand with both of hers, guiding it toward her perfect Musalmān clit and gently tried to move my hand on her hard little Musalmān button.

I knew what she wanted but I just applied pressure to her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock.

When she would try to grind I would stop with the pressure and then she would whimper but stop trying to force my actions.

I reached her knees and continued to apply gentle kisses over every inch of her pushing her toward the edge.

Never stopping for too long but spending time learning how her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body would respond.

When she stopped grinding, I would start once again press on her perfect Musalmān clit with my Uncut Hindu Cock that was never too far from that magic little pleasure dome until she would start to grind again.

I knew that her frustration was building and I wanted her to enjoy the release when I finally allowed her.

She had been on a sacred Islamic mission and had used even a drug, Viagra, on me to entice the mood.

And I was playing with her, as my way of saying, do not do that.

A lesson she would learn soon to me again.

I slowly kissed my way back up her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and spreading her legs as I did.

When I was about an inch from her young virgin extremely beautiful smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, I stopped all movement, just looked at the swollen pink lips of her Musalmān labia.

And gently allowed my breath to sweep across her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Using my left hand, I pulled up on the hood that covered her perfect Musalmān clit and let the airflow over it.

Shivering as if an earthquake was engulfing her, she started to beg for more, crying out for more.

When suddenly I covered her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt with my male Hindu mouth and shot my passionate kiss onto her with one swift movement.

She screamed and came at that very Moment.

Her legs clamped together around my head and bestowed my mouth with the sweetest young fresh unkissed extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Still I used my Uncut Hindu Cock to fuck her.

As she was in cum mode her juices were flowing so heavy that my Uncut Hindu Cock was bathing in it all.
My Uncut Hindu Cock still had very little contact with her perfect Musalmān clit and I knew that I was going to make her my own forever once I finished.

She would also tell everyone:

‘Once with Durgesh,

All the rest is trash.’

Her legs started to relax as she came down and in her mind.

She had had the best orgasm ever, but I was not done.

I grabbed her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and forced them apart.

I moved up about half an inch and clamped down on her perfect Musalmān clit.

And she lifted off the bed, was immediately pushed back down and held so she could not move away from my prying Uncut Hindu Cock and the fucking of her perfect Musalmān clit.

Her cum was coming again.

She screamed and went silent with no movement at all.

She had passed out.

It wasn’t easy for a nineteen years old Musalmān young lady to bear the ever first fucking of my Sixty Seven years old, utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

While she was resting, I decided that I should get undressed fully for our next session, taking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān virginity!

That was now my Specialty.

They claimed only Durgesh can take anyone’s virginity without harming her even infinitesimal.

They believed it so much that the entire medical experts were suggesting now everyone to hire me medically to do it perfectly.

Every educated rich family that could afford my fee was arranging it without any fail.

They said,

“If you really love your daughter, call Durgesh to take her virginity perfectly medically and let her remain in Durgesh’s constant medical observation for at least one year so that she can be habitual of perfect sex.”

It gave birth to the Inaugural Honeymoon with every Just eighteen Just Adult I took whose virginity.
When she started moving I looked at her, tears were running down her cheeks.

She looked at me and asked,

“What happened, Durgesh? Did I miss anything? Did we fuck?”

My answer was,

“Not yet exactly, my Princess. I wanted you to be awake and conscious when that happens, I want you to remember this for the rest of your life.” I added, “Please do not ever slip any drug into my food or drink again, even if you think it might help.”

Then I laughed and gave her a tender hug.

I was on my side facing her, with my Uncut Hindu Cock still resting on her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thigh.

She reached down, felt the tip and said,

“Ammī showed me some things and I have practiced on some of the toys she left me and I want to try them on you if you want?”

I was not sure as to what “things” Ammī had trained her to with toys but I replied,

“As long as I can stop you if I don’t like what it is.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, smiled and said,

“Oh Durgesh, Ammī told me to never do anything to hurt you. She said you would stop me and might even get mad. I never want you to be mad at me.”

I relented and said,

“Go ahead and show me what you have learned darling girl.”

She got onto her knees and throwing her legs over my chest, started kissing me, as she moved down my body, sliding her petite frame down as her kisses covered my body.

Her skills made me think she had done this before.

If I knew her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, then she had many toys to play with.

My friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, had eased herself down my body and now at my Uncut Hindu Cock.

And she stopped.

I looked at her.

She had a strange expression on her face.

I asked if everything was all right.

She asked me,

“How big is your Uncut Hindu Cock, Durgesh?”

“Sweetheart,” I smiled, “it is seven inches long and about 5 inches around, why?”

She quickly answered and said, “It looks much bigger in real life than what Ammī showed me on the tape.”

I laughed and said,

“Darling, don’t let it scare you, if Ammī taught you then you will do very well.”

With that all said and done, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped her little fingers around as much as she could and I reminded her that her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān’s hands were larger than her own and if she did as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had said she could do anything with my Uncut Hindu Cock, as her Ammī could successfully.

She stopped questioning, started to stroke and gently rubbed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

It was a little dry so she took her hand down and pushed two of her fingers into her wet little extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, pulled out some of her juices into her palm and then reached up and rubbed it on to my Uncut Hindu Lund to make it smooth and slippery.

I was amazed, that is what her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had always started not for the lubrication so much but because she loved to eat her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even if it was just her own.

To my surprise and pleasure, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, wrapped both hands around my Uncut Hindu Cock and inserted the mushroom head into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She used her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue to lick around it while still sucking.

I closed my eyes and remembered how her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had done the very same.

Oh damn it; this had never happened with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

But out of nowhere Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, had dropped her lips all the way down to my pubic hair and without any time needed for adjustment.

With no, gag reflex or hesitation, just sucking and that wild young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue!

I almost came right then.
I cannot remember anything as wonderful as the sight, sound, and feeling of my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock and knowing that the best was yet to come.

With her tiny Musalmān hand she continued expertly massaging my Hindu balls and the other was stroking as she used her mouth and tongue on my Hindu shaft.

It continued for at least complete one hour.

And Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I enjoyed every moment of it almost as I enjoyed it with her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, doing it.

And when she thought I was about to cum she would push on my taint to cause me to delay, but she never stopped with her work.

She was just like her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, only younger and more willing to take her time, never having tasted cum how she could know if she liked it.

She was about to find out.

I lost all control after about more 15 minutes and I could feel the cum building.

I reached down grabbed her hair and she knew at that point that I was not going to be able to stop until I came in her mouth.

If her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had told her the signs.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock explode and streams of built-up cock juice shoot out in massive streams.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, never stopped sucking and swallowing but she just could not handle the quantity of cum, as some came out of mouth and nose but she was giving it all she had.

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, My God, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had created a true cocksucker for me, as she herself was.

Naturally, she couldn’t live with her husband, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.

He wasn’t sexually as skilled as I was.

He couldn’t give her this pleasure as well as the other ones too.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān cuckolded him consequently angrily to both of us.

After I had shot my last bit of jizz down her throat, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, cleaned off all the remaining cum from my dickhead and pubic hair just as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, used to do.

To her surprise, my Uncut Hindu Cock was still raging hard with no relief.

Damned Viagra anyhow.

Nevertheless, I never wanted to rest.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hard using her tongue to battle mine, while constantly rubbing her nimble young Musalmān body against me.

She had a plan.

And she was not going to stop.

When her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips had found my uncut Hindu shaft, her rubbing became a downward push and grind along the length just enough to keep it from entering her but as if to jack me off.

I was in heaven, in Jannat-e-Firdaus actually.

I lifted her away from my body and somehow spun her around 180 degrees, bringing her wet tight extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt down on my Uncut Hindu Cock again.

I pushed my Uncut Hindu Cock deep into her and swirled as far and fast as I could through the tightness.

Her taste on my Uncut Hindu Cock was magnificent, sweet yet pungent with a musty aroma.

She once again started to stroke my cock while kissing and licking just the head, the tenderest part of my cock.

At that Moment in time, she stopped sat up, turned looking into my eyes and begged me.

“Durgesh, I can’t take it any longer!! Please fuck me! I want your Uncut Hindu Cock to fill me up and I want to feel your Hindu cum wash my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides. So you know that it is safe I have been on the pill for 2 full years, so don’t stop till you are done and abuse me anyway you choose just like you used to do with Ammī! Slap me bite me kiss me but really fuck me. I am an adult now, yār. I too need your Uncut Hindu Lund into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, as my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, does. Understand? ”*

She crawled around until her hot dripping extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was above my iron Hindu rod and with one hand; she guided my Uncut Hindu rod toward her open Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān flower, inserted the head and froze.

Her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body started trembling.

“Please Durgesh, méré aur mérī Ammī, tumhārī Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, don’t move even a bit. Let your Uncut Hindu Cock fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Cunt without any action. Let it only fill my void and let me enjoy the unique possession I have been just bestowed with. Let me feel my new unique Hindu property and savor it.”

I smiled.

Then I kissed her on her beautiful young adult red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

“Darling, my Uncut Hindu Cock is yours now. Yours forever too. You haven’t any need to fear its losing. You can never lose it if you don’t want to.”

“I never want to.” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam interrupted me, “my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, never consented to lose it once she got it inside her. It’s our greatest achievement, Durgesh, hum donon ké Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you can’t understand ever. You aren’t a woman. Moreover, you aren’t a Musalmān woman.”

I smiled keeping my Uncut Hindu Cock entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt without any movement as she wanted to enjoy it.

“Okay. Okay. Enjoy it. It’s your property now.”

“My Hindu property.”

“Yes, my dear, yes.”

“Ammī, my Ammī, your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, says, ‘Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, it’s the only unique Hindu property of a Musalmān woman that she can’t lose ever once she gets its possession.’”

“Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,” I caressed her beautiful young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān buttocks, my Uncut Hindu Lund entirely buried into her young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, “my darling, my new young adult Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, what the hell are you afraid of?”

“Promise me you would never snatch away your Uncut Hindu Lund from my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

“That’s already understood, mérī Jān.”

“Your Uncut Hindu Lund is my property from now on.”

“Sure, don’t worry.”

“My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot is now your Uncut Hindu Lund’s permanent home forever. Promise me.”

“I promise you. Don’t worry. Never be afraid of any cheating, any betrayal. You are also my wife now forever if you never want to leave me.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed ironically.

“A Musalmān woman never leaves her husband, Durgesh. Her husband divorces her. ‘Talāq, talāq, talāq’.”

“You have a Hindu husband.” I said gravely, “I don’t have any such legal rights on my wife as a Musalmān husband has today.”

“Musalmān husband? Nonsense. They aren’t Musalmīn. They are Pseudo Musalmīn. Islam never allowed its followers to divorce their ardent Musalmān wife thrice at a time. It’s Kufr. It’s Kufrān-e-nåmat. Anugrah Vr’tratv in your Vedic Sanskr’t I think.”

“That’s right.” I kept my Uncut Hindu Cock buried into her entirely without any movement.

She took entire one hour to digest it that my Uncut Hindu Cock was now really inside her forever.

Then she smiled and herself started to thrust.

My Uncut Hindu Cock started visiting her young adult nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was immensely tight naturally.

She pushed me on my back.

I smiled.

She rode on my Uncut Hindu Lund and started fucking me vehemently.

I don’t know how long she fucked me.

Neither have I cared.

The main point was Al Tawaħīd Al Islam fucked me herself shamelessly as if until infinity.

Her immensely tight nineteen years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot kept swallowing my utmost experienced sixty seven years old Uncut Hindu Lund hungrily ravenously.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam kept fucking me nonstop for entire one year.

She was too ravenous to let me fuck her.

Her cum was running down my Uncut Hindu Lund covering my balls.

SHE dropped completely engulfing my entire Hindu shaft to the nut sack.

Between my cum from her extremely beautiful smooth young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and the tears from her eyes, I knew that I could use and abuse this little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān fuck angel and she would not ever say stop.

I woke up, my Uncut Hindu Lund was still in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young adult now twenty years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, and it was day light outside the window.

It was all I could do to keep from smiling, because I knew that, my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s lovely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had prepared their extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān daughter to please her Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā and that Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would always be there for her loving utmost experienced Hindu husband Durgesh along with her wonderful Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān too.

Chapter 42

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The Stunning Musalmān Houseladies

1: Of my Musalmān friends

Chapter 40

Durgesh Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb

Durgesh Al Tawaħīd Al Islam

I am not a sailor and I had never been more than a mile from shore in my life until my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said she wanted a month’s vacation on the Gulf of Mexico.

Now when it comes to my little princess, it is hard to say,

“NO I do not want to go”.

Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb, to have sex with me, because he wasn’t interested in sex, at all, anymore.

I felt embarrassed in fucking a lady I called Bhābhījān sometimes.

“Nonsense,” Muħammad Åbdullah said, “Al Jāsiyah is still young, Durgesh, méré Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Bahnoī. She still needs sex very much. I can’t afford to divorce her.”

“But I called her Bhābhījān.” I protested.

“What the hell difference does it make? You follow Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Don’t you?”

“Don’t try to take advantage of my Īmān, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said somewhat angrily, “I’m not a Panjvaqtah Namāzī, I accept. Nevertheless, I have an ever-indomitable Īmān on the Kħātimul Rasal, Muħsin-e-insāniyat, Nabī Ākħiruzzamān, Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam. Nevertheless, he never had sex with any of his friend’s wife he used to call Bhābhījān.”

“Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam never had sex out of wedlock.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “Yet you do. Don’t you?”

I had to surrender ultimately when Muħammad Åbdullah told me,

“Al Jāsiyah has consented not to have Kħul’å from me only if you consent to provide her as much sex as she needs.”

I twisted to Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān.

“Bhābhījān,”

“Shut up,” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān interrupted me, “You idiot, Am I not beautiful?”

“Of course, you are beautiful, Bhābhījān. You are extremely beautiful. But I never saw you with sexual intention in my mind.”

Al Jāsiyah Bhābhījān smiled.

“That’s why I call you an idiot, Durgesh. I never saw you platonically.”

I was stunned.

“Bhābhījān.”

“You are the only man I loved sexually in my entire life. Not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

I was dumbfounded.

“And…and you never told me?”

“Nope!” she contradicted me vehemently, “I always told you. But you never believed me.”

“Bhābhījān, I always thought you were only kidding me.” I said quite offended.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed sarcastically.

“You are forgetting Durgesh, that you enjoyed shab-e-ůrosī with me when Muħammad Åbdullah married me, not Muħammad Åbdullah.”

“I thought that was your madness for me. Once you’d have your honeymoon with me you’d forget me and would be ever loyal to my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah.”

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān again laughed sarcastically.

“After our tremendous wild honeymoon for complete one year? Are you crazy?”

“Bhābhījān,”

“You always tried to stop sex with me. Yet I never allowed doing it. Didn’t I?”

“You never loved Muħammad Åbdullah?” I asked her gravely.

“He is a damn fool.” Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān laughed open heartedly, “He married me even while I told him I love you and none else. He was too obsessed with my divine mesmerizing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty that he accepted to be cuckolded to us both and even to the extent that he cleaned me licking my sexual organs after I have sex with you. You think any sane Musalmān woman can love such an impotent ever?”

There was immense venom for Muħammad Åbdullah in her voice.

“You never understood why the hell Muħammad Åbdullah allowed his every beautiful Musalmān houselady to have sex with you. You thought he is making sacrifices for you. You idiot, he does nothing of the sort. Actually he is an obsessed voyeur that loves to watch your extremely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock visiting beautiful Musalmān Cunts and beautiful gorgeous female Musalmān ass. You think he is a man? How the hell he is?”

“Muħammad Åbdullah,” I twisted at him.

“She hates me intensely, Durgesh.” Muħammad Åbdullah said gravely, “I’m immensely grateful to you that you kept fucking her until now for me. Now please continue. For my sake. She never loved me. She is right. She has cuckolded me for both of you. Remember she uses me as her footstool even while you fuck her. Doesn’t she?”

“Divorce her, Muħammad Åbdullah.” I said gravely, “Be a man.”

“And what about Al Tawaħīd Al Islam? She is my daughter from Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb. Isn’t she?”

“Why the hell Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān allowed you to have sex with her if she never loved you?”

“Because I wanted a daughter from her. I told her if she didn’t give me a daughter of my own, I’d divorce her anyway.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe it.

Muħammad Åbdullah was too obsessed to divorce Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān ever.

He watched her having her shab-ůrosī and even her entire honeymoon with me.

She compelled him to take even the videos of our sexual intercourses everywhere in every possible and impossible sex positions.

Muħammad Åbdullah was actually her sex slave, her cuckold entirely.

Yet he threatened her to divorce?

And Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān surrendered?

“Surprised?” Muħammad Åbdullah smiled sarcastically, “Don’t. She is now obsessed with my licking her sexual organs after you fuck her. She can’t live now without my tongue into her Musalmān Cunt and Musalmān ass. She needs it now as much as she needs your unique infinitely experienced Uncut Hindu Cock there. She has led this abnormal life now so much that now it’s her normal lifestyle. She needs both of us for her healthy survival.”

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! I’ll be damned.” I murmured.

However, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān wasn’t alone such an abnormal woman.

There were plenty of them.*

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was about to turn 19 and it was her last year before college.

I agreed with her as a birthday present to spend her vacation at sea.

She told me she would take care of everything and I should not worry about anything.

Of course, when it came time to pay, that was my job.

I did not question her choices on the subject.

She has a way of getting me to do things that I would never think of doing except for her.

When she bats her big sky blue eyes and pouts her bottom lip, as a stepdad and a man, no one could deny giving her the world.

About Al Tawaħīd Al Islam,

Let me say that as far as women go, she is above all of them in every manor one could list.

She is short in stature at just less than 5 feet in her bare feet.

If she kept her clothes on and was soaking wet she still would not weigh more than 100lbs. and most of that is in her tits, (32C cup) and ass, a perky little bubble below her tiny waist that would make an M&M candy melt without being your mouth.

Pixie blond hair just above her shoulders topping her off.

For the past few years, I found she was attracting the boys; some were older than she was and I had spent many days chasing them away.

She would always try to reassure me that “I am a good girl Durgesh, but then when the time is right, look out because I will be so good at being bad!” Those were her words not mine.

On her 18th birthday, I gave her some audio and video tapes from her mom, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, as guide for her life.

Therefore, my life had been easier to deal with as well, but I never passed up spending time with my princess, not work, not golf or dating would come between her and me.

Our port of call was Tampa FL and when we went to board, I knew that she had a plan of some sort because of the crew.

We were informed; that we had a crew of seven sailors, two busty female stewards, a chef, plus Captain Al Rashīdah Al Waħīd would be at our command and only she and I as passengers on a 200ft yacht named “Down on Me II”.

One of the pretty stewards gave us a tour of the boat, and she then led us to our staterooms.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, told me to get ready for the sea life and she would meet me on deck in half an hour.

I dressed casual, went topside to the dining room, and had a drink waiting on my little girl so we could have diner.

She entered and when I saw, her, my mouth hit the table.

She had on a very elegant dress that one would expect to see at maybe the Oscars.

One of the Hollywood starlets would wear but she would have made them look shabby in comparison.

Her gown was shear in places, split in other places, and showed her body to be that of a woman on a mission.

Two of the sailors and both of the stewards were on a small stage playing music, very romantic music, as she walked across the room.

I stood up and yes, I pulled out her chair, as a Hindu man would do for a lovely Musalmān woman on a date.

Out of nowhere, an older woman came and introduced herself as the chef and server, I had no idea she was even on board nor at that moment did I care.

She brought a bottle wine.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, said,

“Durgesh, would it be ok if I have some wine with you tonight?”

I replied “Princess, thank you for asking and yes if you drink in moderation you can drink anytime we are on the ship.”

I knew I couldn’t stop her from taking wine however.

She wasn’t my daughter exactly after all.

She loved her Ammī more.

Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān especially instructed Al Tawaħīd Al Islam.

“Take anything from Durgesh, but never his ethics. They are utopian. If I’d taken his ethics as well as tremendous sex from him, I would have died until now, celibate.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me and confirmed her Ammī.

“Never worry, Ammī. I’m your daughter. And I’m proud of you. You never did anything wrong. Even in cuckolding Abbū. He loves cuckold life with you and Durgesh. He enjoys it. He hates to have sex as a man now ever, as much as Durgesh loves to have it, every time everywhere with every Musalmān Beauty Durgesh can manage to.”

She just smiled and nodded her pretty head as she sipped her wine.

The chef informed us of what our meal was to be for the evening and said if we would like anything, she could change the menu, but the menu was prepared in advance when Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, booked the ship, and of course, I said it would be fine.

This was to be Al Tawaħīd Al Islam’s last meal as a high School girl and at midnight; she would be 19 so she wanted to be tipsy when that day came as she had said on a few occasions.

While she sat looking so beautiful, I felt the love for her.

Even my heart began to ache thinking that she would soon be leaving me to find her way in life.

My heart was breaking and I felt a tear in welling up in my eyes.

I controlled myself immediately.

Nonsense.

Stop being unduly sentimental.

Act practical.

Dhiyo yo nah prachodayāt.

Yāthātathyatah.

I stood up, but before I stepped forward, she herself stood up too, and asked me,

“Durgesh, My dear, would you care to dance with a young lady that loves no man else more than you?”

I smiled.

“Yet you love your Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, even more than me. Don’t you, you naughty girl?”

“Sure,” Al Tawaħīd Al Islam laughed proudly holding her head high, “Ammī is my ideal and ideal of millions of us young Musalmān ladies. She is an important executive in Cuckold your Musalmān husband Movement of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the ultramodern Kħātūn-e-Jannat razī Allahu tåālā ånahā.”

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam smiled at me as she reached for my hand.

We danced as I held her we talked and laughed it was one of the greatest dances I can remember.

Holding her close and her perfume rose as if flowers were all around us and I pulled her closer.

My hand on her back was touching her smooth, silky skin and as I looked down into her blue eyes, I became aware of movement in my casual shorts I had on and suddenly I felt under-dressed.

It was as though I did not have enough material between this lovely creature and the devil growing down lower.

I started to put some space between my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, and my body but as I tried to move back, she held on even tighter.

There I was with a growing presence in my shorts and my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s daughter, holding on ever so close!

What was I doing!

Nevertheless, I was never ashamed of it.

It was a normal reaction of any Hindu to the amazingly beautiful young Musalmān lady as Al Tawaħīd Al Islam was now.

Neither I was afraid of what Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, would think about me, getting an erection while dancing with her?

She would feel proud of herself instead that she could turn on even as experienced a man sexually as I was.

Was I a pervert?

Certainly not.

I never thought of having sex with her.

Had I?

Would she ever want to dance with me again?

Why not?

She loved every moment of it.

Didn’t she?

The music stopped.

I sophisticatedly guided her back to our table.

As I sat down, I have to admit that I neither felt flushed nor embarrassed doing everything to keep from not looking at her.

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, made it simple by talking about the plans she had made.

She told me about what we would be doing when we made landfall around the Gulf.

The different cities and fairs she had heard of during her research for this trip.

I nodded my head and smiled gravely.

I had hoped sitting down would give my erection and my erotic thinking a break but it was no avail.

I was still erect.

For Al Tawaħīd Al Islam?

Not necessarily.

For any beautiful Musalmān houselady.

Anyone could satisfy its need.

Why Al Tawaħīd Al Islam alone?

Nonsense!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam said something and it caught me by surprise.

I had to ask her to repeat what she had just said.

She said,

“Durgesh, I know that you love me and you miss Ammī now. I understand it would have been better if Ammī had been with you instead of me. Yet I’m myself a young Musalmān lady now and it’s bad manners to keep reminding me that you aren’t comfortable with me. I want to help you move on from your Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān complex! That is why I have put Viagra into your food. I hope you will forgive me.”

My reply was shock at first.

Was she as crazy too as her Ammī, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān is?

Viagra?

In my food?

Hell.

What the hell she is after, after all?

She kept talking.

I knew her intentions were meant to help but there would be little chance of fixing my loneliness on board the ship.

That is when she said,

“Remember the tapes Ammī gave me when she allowed me to come with you?”

I said,

“Yes darling, I don’t know what was on them but yes I remember.”

She said,

“Ammī told me that she knew you love her and that you would have trouble getting on with your routine life whenever she isn’t with you. And she wanted you to enjoy your time till you two would be together again.”

I smiled.

My Princess kept talking,

“Ammī made a lot of tapes with different topics on them and she left other things as well. She had a space set aside in the old barn that was for my private place to watch and listen to her so I could enjoy and laugh and whatever else I needed to do. She said that if I reached 19 and you had not moved on then she wanted me to help you return to your former ways. She taught me different things to help you and during this cruse, we are to do those things. Ammī said only if I wanted to, so I want you to know that what we do on this trip is my choice and of course you have to be willing to allow me to carry out Ammī’s wish list for you.”

I was shocked.

Yet I felt my friend, Muħammad Åbdullah’s wife, Al Jāsiyah Al Wahāb Bhābhījān, had more insight into me than I had ever thought possible.

It seemed she knew me better than even I knew myself.

I was immensely grave!

Al Tawaħīd Al Islam, came to my side, hugged me, and ran her tiny fingers through my hair to calm me.

She lifted my face to hers and then to my surprise, kissed me!

It was not a father daughter kiss.

It was an open mouth lover type, very soft and tender, yet passionate!

My head was spinning, not quite realizing the true meaning of all that she said.

It was not what I was expecting but I just held her and enjoyed the Moment.

I was Sixty-Seven now.

I was already living in relationship with most of the daughters of my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners too, as well as with themselves.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was the most prominent of them.

She was practically now my present Chief Wife.

Her sister, Tawaħīd Muħammad Ħasan, was also my wife along with their beautiful Ammī, Nafīsah Salmān.

There were millions of them with their beautiful Ammīs as well.

It wasn’t anything new now for me.

Even it wasn’t abnormal for me now.

It was absolutely normal for me.

Almost daily, I was inaugurating now beautiful Just eighteen Just Adult Musalmān young ladies even with grand fanfare from their parents.

I was the utmost admired utmost invited sex therapist now every educated family wants to inaugurate their daughters.

They were afraid of inexperienced invasion of their daughters causing some potential problem in future in their sexual and family life.

It was better to let the utmost successful utmost experienced Sex Therapist take their cherry for their potential inexperienced husband/lover.

Even their minimum one-year honeymoon with me, continued with their inauguration, was suggested now by their family medical experts.

It was not a marital honeymoon however.

It was an inaugural honeymoon instead medically necessary for their future happy life.

Sex with me was a medical necessity now to keep family life happy and vibrant.*

I knew very well however what the real necessity of it behind these entire medical iterations.

The true facts was the continuously increasing disinterest of the males in physical sex.

They wanted to hire me to provide the necessary sex to their womankind, they themselves neither had time nor interest in.

The matter-oriented life had tired most of them to keep pace with.

Nowadays even husbands were hiring me not even to provide optimum sex to their wives but even to impregnate them.

“Why do you want my son from your Bahū Bégum instead of your own son’s?” I asked gravely Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ himself.

He smiled.

“You know very well Durgesh, Muħammad Jahāngīr isn’t my own son. He is my wife, Asmā’s son from her previous marriage. After Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ I married Asmā you know.”

“Your Bahū Bégum is ready to have sex with me to get pregnant?”

“I haven’t another option.” Asmā Farħān smiled at me indignantly, “He is suffering from Aids.”

“What?” I kept myself forcibly from jumping.

Have I now even to impregnate Aids affected persons’ wives?

Family virtues are not in vogue now anymore?

The parents hire me to inaugurate their Just eighteen Just Adult daughters with one year inaugural honeymoon with entire expenses fully paid separately.

The husbands hire me to provide optimum sex to their beautiful wives so that they are busy not to interfere in their business.

The business is more important now than family virtues.

The in laws hire me to get their Bahū Bégum inseminated to have their grandson.

The son is not interested in having sex with their Bahū Bégum.

They are hiring me to keep their Bahū Bégum sexually satisfied.

Is it the twenty first century?

Sex is so insignificant now?

Chapter 41

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 4

We kept chatting for a few more minutes about trivial things until Muħammad Imrān turned the music back up.

“Need to change positions?” I asked.

“I think so,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, never stopping stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock or staring at it.

Muħammad Imrān never tried to look at her.

Did he really have such a blind faith in her?

I couldn’t believe it.

Nevertheless, he allowed his extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife to sit on my lap.

Why?

Wasn’t he really aware of my reputation for Musalmān houseladies?

Was he too one of the Pseudo Musalmīn husbands who wanted to take monetary benefit of their beautiful Musalmān wives’ Durgesh Obsession?

I wasn’t born yesterday.

I knew there were too many husbands, both Pseudo Musalmīn and Non-Muslims who couldn’t provide enough money and sex to their beautiful wives.

If their wives due to it or for another reason succeeded in having extramarital affair with me, they deliberately ignored it, getting monetary benefits from it either this way or that.

Was Muħammad Imrān also one of such Pseudo Musalmīn pimp husbands?

I patted my lap, as if putting the decision this time in her hands completely.

Pun intended as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took a pause and then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved around, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back to me, her hand still on my cock and straddled my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān paused again and then lowered herself onto my big hard Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire and it easily allowed, greeted actually gratefully, my Uncut Hindu Cock to invade it again.

Once Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was entirely on my lap Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat there, enjoying the feeling of being full again.

The first time Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was full of anxiety and we were rushed, not to mention Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was having conflicting emotions.

Yet this time, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was going to enjoy the ride.

First, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just ground on my cock, moving her hips back and forth.

While Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did this, I cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts for the first time.

Yet, knowing that Muħammad Imrān may be able to see her get felt-up by me in the rear-view mirror, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved my hands away.

I didn’t try again.

To Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, this position, and the slow grinding, was enough to get me off, as without warning, a few minutes into the slow tease, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt get coated in cum.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was disappointed, wanting to really enjoy the last hour of the drive.

Yet, a minute later, when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān finished milking my cum and went to get off me I held her in place.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back and I mouthed,

“Give me five.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was like, ‘Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you’. Once Muħammad Imrān was done, I was done… needing hours to reload my weapon.

But I, ever young and virile, was able to not only reload quickly, but also stay hard while doing so.

Oh, how Al Ħabībah Al Imrān missed her younger college years.

So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my Uncut Hindu Cock while watching the boring scenery pass by, waiting, impatiently, for me to be ready for round three.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Still okay back there?”

“I was hoping for more action,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān answered, grinding back on me slightly.

“Yeah, it’s a boring drive,” Muħammad Imrān agreed.

“Although the scenery is lovely,” I said, slyly cupping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my palms away and said,

“Although it is hard to sit in one position for so long.”

“Half an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Give or take.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān almost quipped, ‘hopefully give,’ as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted me to give it to me, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to refrain, instead replying, “Good, because I am famished.”

“For T-bone?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“Yes,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “a big thick T-bone.” Again Muħammad Imrān was oblivious to the naughty sexual innuendo.

I wasn’t, though, as I bucked my hips up and my cock went deeper up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān yelped, as if Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the first time my cock filled her.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked, becoming a common question.

“Oh, just keep getting poked,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, which was true, as she slyly, skillfully, moved her ass up and down.

“We will try and reorganize tomorrow morning,” Muħammad Imrān promised.

“Good idea,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried not to moan.

“There must be a way to make it work,” I said.

I added,

“I’m okay, Muħammad Imrān. I’ve gotten very used to having Al Ħabībah Al Imrān on top of me.”

‘Allah! OMG’ Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself.

My words were so blunt.

Yet, of course, Muħammad Imrān didn’t catch on… nor should he.

Why would he think I would be fucking his wife right behind him?

He wouldn’t.

“Oh, I love this song,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, when Starship’s ‘We Built This City’ came on, wanting the music turned up, wanting a distraction from the sounds Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was about to make.

Muħammad Imrān obliged Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s request and began singing as well.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned up onto the car and began singing with him as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān offered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock entirely unashamed of herself.

I didn’t need to be instructed, as I began slowly fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Muħammad Imrān kept looking at me, enjoying this Moment of 1980s duet singing as I sang the mickey Thomas parts and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the grace Slick parts, completely unaware I was fucking his beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife.

And I… which made her not only a bad wife, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, for allowing me to fuck her, but a bad wife as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān somehow got even more turned on knowing Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was doing it with Muħammad Imrān right there.

If she was really unsatisfied sexually with her husband, it was a more sophisticated way that she should have divorced him.

Wasn’t it?

Well, wasn’t it their personal matter how to live their life?

Who the hell was I to interfere between a husband and wife?

If she wanted to enjoy sex with me, instead, she was most welcome.

Why should I not oblige her?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm was rising as the song was nearing its end.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān screamed, “Allah! Oh fuck,” when I surprised her by sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

“What’s wrong?” Muħammad Imrān asked, slowing down.

“Leg cramp,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lied, falling back onto my cock completely, as I pulled out my Uncut Hindu Cock as quickly as it entered.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, should I stop?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“No, no,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began bouncing up and down on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, once again. “I will just stretch it out.”

“Poor Durgesh,” Muħammad Imrān said, seeing me move up and down, unaware of what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was really doing.

“I’m okay,” I said, as my hands went to her hips.

“I’m not hurting you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, trying to play along.

I laughed,

“No, it’s all good.”

“Let me know if you need me to pull over for a few,” Muħammad Imrān offered.

“Will do,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, when oddly enough Al Ħabībah Al Imrān really got a leg cramp… fucking irony.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān reluctantly moved right and up, my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding out of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,

“Actually, we need to pull over.”

“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān said, slowing down.

“Sorry, Durgesh, I really need to get out and stretch my leg,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān apologized, wanting Muħammad Imrān to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān did indeed have a leg cramp.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a stretch too,” I added, putting my throbbing cock away, as my cum and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered if she smelled of sex.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out some wet naps.

As soon as the car stopped, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out and stretched her leg, which was still cramping.

The men got out and stretched too.

“Under an hour,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“I know,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I’m all good, just got to get this cramp out.”

“No hurry,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, before he added, “I’m going to take a quick piss.”*

As soon as Muħammad Imrān went around the other side of the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly began wiping her legs, even under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s skirt, not worrying about the one car that drove by.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to get rid of the scent of sex.

I coughed, which was a warning cough, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly tossed away the wet naps.

Muħammad Imrān said,

“Allah! It really is hot today.”

“Burning hot,” I agreed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, glancing to me, “The heat is stifling.”

“Ready?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious, ‘unaware’ (?), husband asked.

“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, keeping her gaze on me, implying that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān indeed was looking forward to resuming what we were just doing.

“All right, next stop will be for the night,” Muħammad Imrān announced.

“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, as I got back in the car.

Once in and back on the road, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fished out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, as Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Maybe we can find a hotel with a hot tub.”

“Definitely,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān agreed, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s body definitely sore from the long day of confined space and, of course, confined fucking.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got my Uncut Hindu Cock, which was still hard, out and positioned it back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wanton Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I held her hips to keep her balanced as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered herself back on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Once I was all in, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just again sat on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, enjoying feeling full once more.

Then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān began slowly grinding me again, needing to get her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy revved up again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just closed her eyes and enjoyed the slow build as, ironically, Billy Joel’s ‘We Didn’t Start the Fire’ played.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm began building, and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed more, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān decided to try a new position.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān leaned to her right as far as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could go, lifted her ass up which had my cock slide out of her, yet still pointed to her.

I realized what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted.

For me to move onto my side and fuck me that way.

I repositioned myself, her head now leaning on the boxes and in plain view of Muħammad Imrān, if he turned to his right and looked over his shoulder… that he did.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,

“New position.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I see,” Muħammad Imrān nodded.

“Oh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, ever so softly, as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid back into her and then covering herself pointed, “Horses.”

“Yep,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he tried to sing along with Billy Joel.

Meanwhile, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fire was flaming hot now as I slowly slid my Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to reach orgasm and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to soon.

The starts and stops had driven Al Ħabībah Al Imrān crazy and made her more desperate than ever to get off.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass slightly; implying Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted it faster.

I, being the ever utmost experienced fucker of extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies, understood.

I began pumping in and out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān as a new song began, again an ironic one, Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the wolf’.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was indeed hungry.

“Didn’t you see Duran live when you were a teenager?” Muħammad Imrān asked, looking back at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.

“I did,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to hide the feeling of pleasure that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s face was likely showing.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.

“Oh, yes, I’m feeling great,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, “just can’t find the perfect position.” Again, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s words having two meanings.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I imagine there is no perfect spot back there,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“That is very true,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I can get comfortable and feel good for a while, but eventually I need a new position.”

My Uncut Hindu Prick teased Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass as Muħammad Imrān said,

“Maybe I can drive for the last twenty minutes.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to say,

“‘Durgesh is driving me right now’, but instead, with just the slightest whisper, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm building, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again said something with two meanings,

“We are almost there.”

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just needed a few deep hard Hindu strokes from me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān again wiggled her perfect Musalmān ass.

This time though I took that as permission to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass as it slid rather easily inside.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān winced slightly, the lack of lube giving her a slight burn.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved anal sex, but usually that included a lot of lube.

But My Uncut Hindu Cock was fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān cunt regularly, and alternatively fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s Musalmān ass too.

It had her close to eruption, as the thrill of doing something so naughty, with Muħammad Imrān literally inches away, somehow enhanced Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s desire.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān closed her eyes, bit her lip and allowed the pleasure to build.

Thankfully, Muħammad Imrān didn’t talk to her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to just enjoy the double alternate fucking and finally Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm hit.

Somehow, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was able to keep the scream inside, even though every part of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to scream out loud, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s cum flooded out of her and onto My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

I kept pumping in and out of her throughout Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s orgasm until Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slapped my hand imploring her to stop and moved up so my cock slid out of her, even as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wetness leaked out of her too.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pointed to her purse and I thankfully knew exactly what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was implying. I pulled out some wet naps and wiped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and pussy.

Muħammad Imrān turned back and said,

“Ten minutes,”

“Allah! Thank God,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, now needing to get out of here before the scent of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s sin enveloped the car.

“Your cheeks are really red, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, looking at her worriedly.

“It’s really hot in here, I guess,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, a viable excuse on this hot summer day.

Once I was done cleaning up Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back onto my lap and leaned back on me utterly exhausted.

I whispered in her ear,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wiggled her ass in response, too tired to speak.

Eventually we were in the town and we found a hotel with a pool pretty easily.

Muħammad Imrān booked two rooms and after dinner, we all went for a dip in the pool.

While Muħammad Imrān went to hit the sauna, I said,

“So, once Muħammad Imrān is asleep, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I want you to come to my room.”

“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, acting coy.

“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, Sālī, I expect you in thigh highs,” I added, acting strong and firm, which was utter sexy.

“How do you even know I own thigh highs?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“You wear them all the time,” I pointed out, before adding, “and often your skirts are short enough I got glimpses of your lace tops.”

“You like nylons?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked something that Muħammad Imrān loved.

“How couldn’t I?” I asked, “You wear them every day… I have stared at them every day.”

“Really?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, surprised by this information.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I made Saiyadah Fātimah wear them for me,” I added.

“You’re just like the damn fool, Muħammad Imrān.” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Muħammad Imrān likes them too?” I asked.

“Especially foot jobs in nylons,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān revealed.

“That Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, you have never done to me,” I said.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I can’t wait to fuck you on a bed,” I said bluntly.

“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “but I’m not sure I can sneak out of the hotel room.”

“Once Muħammad Imrān is snoring nothing is waking him up,” I pointed out, which was true.

“But still,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I wasn’t asking,” I said, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am telling you.”

“You are, are you?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān questioned coyly.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I am, I am, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I nodded, “Tonight you are mine, Sālī.”

“Your what?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān continued putting pressure on my stiff cock.

“My Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” I answered.

“Fuck that’s hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, turned on by such words.

Muħammad Imrān came out and said,

“I’m going upstairs.”

“We’ll be there soon,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, thinking maybe we could have some fun in the empty pool.

“Okay,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, leaving us alone.

As soon as Muħammad Imrān was gone, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,

“So, ever fucked in a pool?”

“Actually Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have,” I answered.

“Sex Obsessed Sex Addict,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.

I shrugged,

“Never did it in a waterslide though.”

“Hmmmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred. “We would be pretty isolated up there.”

“Let’s go,” I nodded, getting out of the hot tub.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān followed me up the stairs.

Once at the waterslide, I said,

“On your knees, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān obeyed, moving inside the waterslide tunnel.

I stood directly in front of her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān immediately pulled my trunks down just enough to get at my big Hindu meat and took it in her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“So good, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily bobbed on my cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no idea how long we would have alone in there so Al Ħabībah Al Imrān focused on speed… even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to give me a lengthy blowjob.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me for a couple of minutes, even deep throating me a couple of times, enjoying the moans from me.

Suddenly, the door opened downstairs.

I sighed,

“Damn it, now you definitely have to come to my room tonight.”

“You really want to come down my throat?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“And in your ass,” I smiled impishly, knowing she loved it even if I actually don’t.

“Now that would be impressive,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled.

“Kids are on their way up,” I said.

“Then you’d better put your dick away,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān slid down the waterslide.

We headed back to our hotel rooms with me saying one more time,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, my room as soon as you can.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled,

“You Hindus really are insatiable.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to her room.

Muħammad Imrān was on the bed and clearly already on my way to snooze-ville.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went and took a bath to wash off the chlorine.

It was a long bath and gave her lots of time to replay this crazy day.

It gave her time to get horny again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān got out of the tub, dried off and returned to the room.

As expected, Muħammad Imrān was already snoring away.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to her suitcase and grabbed a pair of black thigh highs.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān put them on in the bathroom, put on a hotel robe, and grabbed a hotel key, snuck out of Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s room and into mine.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw I had left the door slightly opened and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān walked in… closing the door.

I was on the bed watching news highlights completely naked.

I smiled,

“Black, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite color.”

“Big, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s favorite size,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, looking at my flaccid Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Like those tits you have been hiding all day,” I countered.

“What?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, dropping the robe, “These?”

I was speechless as I stared at Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s still very firm, very big, tits.

“Like?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked.

“God, yes,” I nodded, as I knelt up and cupped Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s breasts with both hands.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned.

I surprised her a Moment later as I grabbed her and tossed her on the bed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,

“Time for me to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started earlier. Stand up.”

I did.

“Don’t be wasting that cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Does Al Ħabībah Al Imrān swallow?” I asked.

“Yes, but I’d rather swallow every drop of your Hindu cum,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān responded, before adding, “as you fuck Her mouth like the dirty Al Ħabībah Al Imrān-Sex Obsessed Sex Addict you have made me.”

“Mmmmmmm,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and took my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love your mouth there,” I groaned.

“And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves your Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, before bobbing more.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I’ve fantasized about this forever,” I revealed.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān instantly wondered how long forever was.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and in no time at all Al Ħabībah Al Imrān felt my legs tense and I declared, “I’m going to come.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster and seconds later Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was finally rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum… three times a charm finally.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept sucking until every drop of my Hindu cum was extracted and I said,

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! God, that was even better.”

“Do you imagine getting hard again and fucking your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān the old fashioned way?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, before clarifying, “On the bed.”

“Maybe,” I said.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s question was rhetorical,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, standing up and kissing me on the lips.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had fucked me twice, sucked me three times and even allowed me to penis Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass, but the kiss was intimate.

Our tongues explored each other’s mouths and we fell onto the bed.

For an eternity, we made out; our hands roamed.

We were not Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and Durgesh; we were two lustful adults exploring each other’s bodies.

Eventually, we ended up in a 69, a positon Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had only done once, and that was with a girl.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed on my cock, I kissed Her pussy and then, without words, I moved her onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s back, spread Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s legs and slid my cock in her while holding onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s nylon-clad ankles.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, staring into my eyes, “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loves you so much.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I love you too,” I replied, as I began fucking her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned, my cock slamming into her.

“Me too,” I nodded.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān never knew you had such a big dick,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied, bucking her ass up to meet my forward Hindu thrusts.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said, the look in my eyes one of lust and love.

“Well, we better make every second count,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān replied.

And we did.

I fucked her on Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s side.

I fucked her doggy style.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked my cock again and then fucked me reverse cowboy.

And we ended the night back in the missionary position.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān came first and I followed shortly after.
“Everything today was hot,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān confessed, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān scooped some more cum off the bed from the first rocket that shot in the air.

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān probably should get back now,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said,” Muħammad Imrān will eventually wake up.”

“I hope Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, he never does,” I replied.

“An Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse romantic,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joked.

“And a very horny teenager,” I countered.

“We still have one more day in the car,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said.

“Maybe two if we can make him stop more,” I countered.

“Mmmmmmm,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred.

“Of a night I’ll never forget,” I said.
“The first of many,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, “the first of many, you Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker.”

“Those are the hottest words Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I have ever heard,” I said.

“And once a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker, always a Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fucker,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān smiled, moving to me.

“Well, then Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I guess we will have to fuck every chance we get,” I smiled.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kissed me once more, put her robe back on and snuck out of my room.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined Muħammad Imrān in bed, Her head was spinning with the strangest, most surreal day in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s life.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and fucked the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no regrets.

And Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
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The womankind everfirst

Durgesh never believed that the death was an integral part of life.

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Chapter 2

It was in the evening when the telegram from the Swedish Embassy in Ved Nagar clattered through the electric machine of the telegraph office.

The girl on the machine at the time pulled the message out with a yell.

“Look it who won the Nobel Prize!” she shouted.

The other girls came out of their chairs running, and the jubilation, the joyousness attracted the three delivery humanoid robots also.

Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servants at all.

It was a thoroughly roboticized City State with special privileges as was Jammu and Kashmir.

A Municipal Government was running it under Indian Constitution.

Eventually, the exclamations and the buzz of excitement brought Muħammad Ħanīf, the manager, out of his cozy cubicle.

He was reading the Constitution of Ved Nagar and drinking a juice, beside the heater.

Muħammad Ħanīf appeared buttoning his trouser up.

“What’s up?” he called out, “What’s up? What’s going on here?”

One of the girls passed the strip of tape to Muħammad Ħanīf.

He read it.

Muħammad Ħanīf grinned broadly.

“Allah! Alħamdulillāhi rabbil åālmīn. It’s a big day for all of us.”

“Let me deliver it.” One of the girls offered cheerfully.

“What do you think of me, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl?” Muħammad Ħanīf smiled at her, “Am I a damn fool? This is solemn occasion. Isn’t it? This is something Mr. Muħammad Ħanīf would do personally.”

“Bet you just want to have yourself another look at your fiancée, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.”

Muħammad Ħanīf was startled somewhat.

He never anticipated Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl could dare such a tease to him.

Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was interested in Durgesh, yet she couldn’t get anywhere near Mr. Mayor.

It wasn’t that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl wasn’t beautiful.

If it would have been so, Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl would never herself had dreamed of Durgesh.

The fact that Nūr Jahān Ħāmid Jamīl was extremely beautiful had made her dare to dream of Mr. Mayor.

“Take care, sister,” Muħammad Ħanīf said sympathetically, “This message here is too important. You get it ready now.”

He read the message once more.

‘IN RECOGNITION OF… IN SUPPORT OF HUMANITARIAN IDEALS… THE NOBEL FOUNDATION OF STOCKHOLM ON BEHALF OF SWEDISH ACADEMY IS PLEASED TO INFORM YOU THAT YOU HAVE TODAY BEEN VOTED THIS YEAR’S NOBEL PRIZE. THE PRIZE WILL BE A GOLD MEDALLION AND A CHEQUE FOR ONE HUNDRED THOUSAND DOLLARS STOP THE AWARD CEREMONY WILL TAKE PLACE IN STOCKHOLM ON DECEMBER TWENTY FOURTH STOP DETAILS FOLLOW STOP HEARTIEST CONGRATULATIONS STOP…’

The message was addressed to doctor Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Seven hundred eighty six Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imrān Avenue Ved Nagar.

For Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān it was always a pleasure to lie on the hard table in the darkened room beside the elaborate electrocardiograph equipment.

Only few people could understand it.

An efficient, antiseptic nurse dabbed the paste on her chest, arms and legs, and then applied the electrodes with their five lead wires-one to her chest, two to her arms and two to her legs.

This experience was soothing, relaxing, and always conducive, always helpful to clear thinking.

She engaged twice a year in this experience at the behest of the Ved Nagar Government.*

This evening, however, as Al Zāhidah Al Imrān stretched on the table, chest, arms, legs bared, half watching the beautiful nurse attach the cool electrodes to her beautiful skin.

Her pleasure was shadowed faintly by apprehension.

She reasoned that the apprehension had entered into the EKG test because today the test was especially important.

In the three years past, since she had accepted the Government’s offer to join the high-level staff of the Society for Basic Research outside Ved Nagar, she had attended these checkups, one in January and one in July, as a matter of routine.

Seven years, she remained in the live in relationship with Durgesh.

The tests were never against her.

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān could never believe she was perfectly all right, only because she was in live in relationship with the Hindu she utmost detested.

She could not bear his ever obsessed by almost entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Hindu Penis, could cure her by only penetrating her female genital organ.

She changed her medical experts.

Yet, the report never changed.

It was always the same.

Was Durgesh really Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?

But then why has he established Ved Nagar, instead of Dārussalām?

She was medically fit when she lived in relationship with Durgesh.

She wasn’t medically fit those seven years ago.

She isn’t medically fit again after she returned to her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.

“You shouldn’t have come to me again, Zāhidah.” Her ever-loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, had said.

“Why don’t you understand, Rashīd, I love you.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said with tearful eyes, “You sent me to him I detest very much. Aren’t seven years enough to find out he isn’t a Muslim and he would never be.”

“That’s not our problem exactly, Al Zāhidah Al Imrān.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, tried gravely to explain to her, “Our exact problem is that I want you to live, to be alive, if not for yourself, for me, for our daughters, and now for our sons too.”

“They aren’t our sons, my ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb. Durgesh has fathered them.”

“Nevertheless, you are their Ammī, their real mother. Aren’t you?”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān cried.

“Why did you sent me to Durgesh, Rashīd? Why the hell did you sent me to him?”

“Because I had done everything in my power to keep you alive except Durgesh’s ever infallible Sex Therapy. I hadn’t another option.”

“But even seven years couldn’t cure me.”

“You were cured entirely.”

“Then why it’s again there as soon as I returned to you?”

“Because you need Durgesh’s ever infallible Sex Therapy constantly nonstop.” her ever loving husband, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, said gravely, “Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, you have to go back to Durgesh.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān was startled.*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would remember the evening as a crucial moment of self-revelation in her mature years.

Twenty-eight was a mature year.

Wasn’t it?

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir was mature even at her eighteen, Just eighteen Just Adult.

If not, why she was having sexual relationship with Durgesh when she was Just eighteen Just Adult.

Some persons really run far ahead of their actual age.

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s cousin was one of them.

She wasn’t even a bit ashamed of herself that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās caught her red handed.

“Red handed?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās patronizingly, “What the hell do you mean, Saåīdah? I wasn’t committing a theft. Was I? I am already eighteen. I am an adult legally and I have chosen my life partner. What’s wrong in that?”

“Durgesh is my Ammī’s live in relationship partner.”

“So what? Durgesh has infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies as his live in relationship partners. If you can choose him your own life partner, why the hell can’t I?”

“Durgesh is sixty six already. He is forty eight years older than you.”

“I haven’t any objection even a bit.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir winked at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, “Although I never believe he is more than twenty eight. Some of my girl friends say he himself looks never more than eighteen himself. Just eighteen Just Adult himself.”

“You and your ever Durgesh obsessed ever crazy girlfriends!” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās sighed helplessly.

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir again winked at her,

“Durgesh is incredible, isn’t he?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her wristwatch.

It was 6:18.

She remembered reading somewhere that most of the dummy clocks used for advertising by American jewelers were set or painted in, at about 8:18 in the incorrect belief that this was the moment that Abraham Lincoln had died.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās never liked it.

Abraham Lincoln’s death should not be remembered.

His great life must be remembered instead.

He believed in immortality always.

That’s why Durgesh was so ever young that none could tell he was sixty-six.

The ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself claimed Durgesh was thirty six only.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was thirty four now, the duly elected President of Modern Democratic Årabia.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was glad that she has won the same Nobel Prize now, her ideal, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had won four years ago.

Durgesh had won it even before for establishing religion as an everlasting endless movement of humanity whether it was Hinduism, Islam, Christianity, Judaism, Persianism or any other religion whatsoever.

In this historical ship, there were many Nobel Prize winners.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir were waiting for me.

The magnificent green vessel of HVSI had, an hour ago, left behind the coast of Ved Nagar and was now cutting through the choppy, the uneven sea toward the Swedish port of Göetborg.*

Al Zubaydah Al Nādir smiled.

“Do you know what does HVSI stands for?”

“Sure,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her cousin gravely,

“Humane Values Secured Infinitely.”

“Muħammad Ħanīf claims it isn’t true.”

“Your fiancé? That’s manager at Swedish Embassy, Ved Nagar?”

“That’s right.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir chuckled, “He says HVSI actually stands for ‘Hindu Vishv Sansthān Interuniversal’.”

“It stands for both: ‘Hindu Vishv Sansthān Interuniversal: Humane Values Secured Infinitely’. It’s the actual full name of the social organization.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said proudly.

“Social or Political?” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir asked evocatively.

“Can you tell me of another organization, only single one, that protects humane values as sincerely and as profoundly as HVSI?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said, “HVSI is matchless in everything humane profoundly.”

“I agree with you.” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said honestly.

They heard footsteps directly behind them.

Both of them twisted quickly.

Their beautiful faces were smiling to greet me.

But their visitor was Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān instead of me.

Their reactions didn’t hide their disappointment.

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān smiled regretfully.

“Sorry. You both the girls were expecting Durgesh perhaps.”

“Sure,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir cooed, “However, it’s better you, Kħālājān, than none anyone.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t even looked at her Ammī.

“You are still angry with me, Saåīdah?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān asked her pleading almost.

“It’s better we shouldn’t talk on it.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said tersely, “I never imagined my mother is as selfish and as lacking gratefulness as you are. You are never grateful what Durgesh did for you for seven long years.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed.

“You can’t understand, Biŧŧo. You haven’t married someone who is as great as your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb.”

“I agree with you. Most of the Pseudo Musalmīn let their wives die instead of surrendering them for Sex Therapy. I’m really proud of my Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, that he is one of the great true Musalmīn. Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam brought Islam to protect the lives of the Årab womankind who were being buried alive when they were only a child. Durgesh says Doctor Ali Sina and his co-authors never talk of this greatest achievement of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam and the true Musalmīn of that time. Yes, the true Islam couldn’t survive as long as it should have due to the ever selfish imperial activities and ambitions of Yazīd malåūn lånat ålayhi, nevertheless it doesn’t mean Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam absolutely failed in his sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam greatest mission of establishing humanity in then Arab and the other countries.”

Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān settled in the wicker chair across from both of them.

“You really believe Durgesh is Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām?”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched her Ammī ironically.

“If Durgesh isn’t really Ħazrat Mahdi ålayhissalām how are you being cured only by living in relationship with him?”

“I don’t believe it’s only because I live in relationship with him. He is the ever utmost successful Sex Therapist. He is doing some kind of Sex Therapy only known to him and to none else ever.” Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said, “I have lived in relationship with Durgesh for seven long years despite the fact that I hate him immensely for his ever shrewdest sexual relationships with the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī extremely beautiful ardent Musalmān houseladies. Durgesh is a never curable utmost communal Hindu that have utmost pride in having sex with extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies.”

“You still hate him?”

“Yes.” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān said bluntly without even a single moment’s hesitation.

“Yet you love him immensely when he penetrates you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled ironically.

“That’s the problem. I am unable to control my physical needs, my physical body. It loves the Hindu beast exclusively. It doesn’t love your Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, your father. It hates him for he never made me love as wildly as Durgesh does always.”

None of both was startled.

It wasn’t an unknown fact to anyone of her now.

“My brain loves Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb and hates Durgesh immensely,” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān sighed helplessly, “While my body ravenously craves for Durgesh and hates Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to the extent that I want to cuckold Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb to Durgesh and myself. While alone, I enjoy proudly that Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb has himself surrendered me to Durgesh that he should have sex with me, Sex Therapy my foot, and cure me. But when I return to my senses, I hate myself for it. I pray in my Salawāt, ‘Allah, punish me tremendously for what I’m doing with my ever loving ever moral husband.”

“Kħālājān,” Al Zubaydah Al Nādir said sympathetically, “Medically, you are suffering from split personality.”

“I know, what do you think I’m a damn fool?” Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān laughed ironically lightly, “I’m myself a PhD, girlies. Yes, I never got Nobel Prize for any services of humanity I rendered; nevertheless, I myself am never inhuman. Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hates me today for something I don’t have any control over. She is a Nobel Prize winner now for her humanitarian ideals, yet she refuses deliberately to understand my disorder. Humanitarian ideals! Haha!”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had herself asked the same question.

Durgesh understands it perfectly.

Her Abbū, Maulānā Al Rashīd Al Wahāb, understands it perfectly.

Her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, understands her perfectly.

Even her Just eighteen Just Adult Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, understands it perfectly.

Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself?

Why doesn’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās have any sympathy with her own Ammī?

Why Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās is so irrational?

“You are a PhD now, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.” Durgesh himself had tried so many times to explain to her, “You must program your brain now more rationally.”

“You want me to offer Stavans instead of my Salawāt?” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was suddenly furious, “I never imagined my Ammī was so correct. You want to convert me into Hinduism?”*

I smiled patronizingly.

“Certainly not, my sweetie, never. I never want anyone to convert into anything s/he doesn’t want to be ever. Hinduism and Islam aren’t two separate religions at all. You just be a good Muslim, instead of being or remaining one of the Pseudo Musalmīn. Even Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā never wanted it. Otherwise, there were never any revelation of Allopanishad.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās calmed herself.

Hell, Allah! She should have never reacted such childishly.

What a Pseudo Musalmīn childish reaction.

Most of the non-Muslims have the same complaint.

Most of the Musalmīn never react rationally.

They never try to understand what actually the non Muslim opposite him/her wants to say.

They just suspect him/her that he/she is trying to divert him/her from Islam and act irrationally furiously.

“Allopanishad is an Upnishad of Atharvved.”

“They say it’s written by some Musalmīn in the regime of Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar to convert Hindus into Islam. It is the basic holy book of Dīn-e-Ilāhī, a religion established by Shahanshāh Jalāluddīn Muħammad Akbar.”

Chapter 3

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The womankind everfirst: Index

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The womankind everfirst

Index

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

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The womankind everfirst: 1

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The womankind everfirst

He himself had his infinite bodies.

Chapter 1

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought all my Musalmān stepdaughters have a secret desire to make love to their father, because she thought all the girls had it for their real fathers even.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she herself was one.

Her Ammī returned to her real Abbū, Al Rashīd Al wahāb, even when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was very young.

Her Ammī told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, it was a sin that she left her ardent Musalmān husband for a ‘nāpāk’(?) Hindu.

Durgesh was of course a very good man.

She had lived entire seven years with Durgesh now.

Durgesh had given her two sons even.

But in spite of her constant dåwat-e-Islam to Durgesh, Durgesh still believed in his ancestral religion Hinduism.

Seven years were enough to prove that Durgesh was interested in only fucking Musalmān Beauties and extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

He was never interested in Islam, neither he could ever be.

Of course, he doesn’t agree with Dr. Ali Sina and his co-authors entirely, but his own views are not strictly Islamic themselves.

She never knew, neither ever she consented to know what the actual Islam was qabl Yazīd malåūn.

It was the greatest tragedy of the entire humanity that it never knew the actual importance of religion.

A religion was actually an international movement of humanity that always needed updation.

Overnight, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, Durgesh became a single parent, and For Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās I became her whole world.

In this particular house, especially, I had named after Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, ‘Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Mansion’.

It was now owned by Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās and me.

I had offered her to transfer it in her sole name on her twenty eighth birthday, even if Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would leave me with her Ammī.

“I’d never leave you.” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās cried, “I hate my real parents. They shamelessly suggested me to live here with you until my twenty eighth birthday. They suggested I should leave you after getting this vast Mansion entirely in my name. Shame on them. Can’t Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās live here alone with you forever?”

I hugged Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās,

“Your twenty eighth birthday is not very far away. Only one week is remaining. Take your Mansion entirely on your name alone as my good bye gift, my parting gift to you.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hugged me and started to cry,

“I’d never leave you. I’d never let you down as my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān did.”

In her opinion, she couldn’t have asked for a more loving and attentive father.

Sometimes Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt guilty that I was so alone in this vast Mansion, even if I had my infinite women everywhere.

Ultimately, none of them was here, after her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, returned to her real Abbū.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I would never blame Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās for anything, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t naive enough not to realize a man had needs.

She wasn’t a child anymore.

Only after a week, she would be twenty-eight herself.

She was already a PhD.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also knew very well that somehow, someway, she would have to find a way to satisfy those needs herself.

I was everything to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

She would sometimes gaze at me adoringly when I wasn’t looking.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had always thought me a quite handsome man with my chiseled features and muscular build, which Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās attributed to all those years working sex therapy and various other forms of manual sex labor for needy Musalmān houseladies.

Her hands were always soft and gentle whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hug me.

Sometimes I caught Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās holding on to me a little longer than maybe she should have, as she took in my manly scent of Old Spice and peppermint.

And more than once Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would get a strong tingling sensation between her legs whenever Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would hold me or she would snuggle up to me next on the couch while I was watching TV.

Simply put, I was something as if a god to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

The more I tried to explain to her that I was nothing as she thought, the more her adoration for me intensified.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās worshipped the ground I walked on.

But I didn’t know just how strong her feelings were for me until one time when she made what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fondly refer to as her special discovery.

It was one afternoon when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had come home from University.

Now Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was 28 and was a PhD herself.

She didn’t allow me to transfer the Mansion in her sole name.

Neither had she left me.

I kept silent not to offend her that her real parents wanted her to leave me after her twenty eighth birthday.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was already home from work since my limousine was parked in the driveway.

Sometimes I came home from work a little early, so Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t alarmed when she saw my limousine parked in front of the house.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was alarmed, however, by some sound that seemed to be coming to her from my bedroom.

Worried, she dropped her purse on the floor of the living room and hurried to my bedroom to see if I needed her help.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās soon discovered, however, that she was “helping” me in a most unexpected way.

Since I didn’t like her just barging into my room unannounced, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slowly opened the door to my room just a crack and was about to call out for me.

The moaning got louder the closer she got to my room.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly discovered why, when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās made her special discovery.

I was fucking one of her friends, her Kħālāzād cousin actually, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She was Just Eighteen Just Adult.

Moreover, she was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālāzād cousin, almost exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

For one moment, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought that she was watching her fantasy in her dream.

I was fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself.

Her Kħālā was so exactly identical to Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī that I had fucked her Kħālā instead of Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī millions of times, and never knew it was her Kħālā.

The mystery was disclosed when her Kħālā gave birth to a handsome son that was exactly identical to my son her Ammī had given birth simultaneously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālū immediately divorced Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Kħālā.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī pleaded to me that I should accept her Kħālā too.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed us, and her own mouth fell open.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās touched her chest and was about to suck in a quick breath.

She quickly stopped herself.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t want me to notice her crouching behind the door and seeing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was exactly identical to her Kħālāzād cousin.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what I was doing to her Kħālāzād cousin, even though Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself was not sexually experienced.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās hadn’t, even yet, been so much as kissed by a boy.

Simply put, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was still a virgin.

At her twenty eight even.

It proved her immensely high moral character.

She was a real Musalmān.

She wasn’t one of the loose character Pseudo Musalmīn at all.

The Pseudo Musalmīn were always loose character.

And if a Pseudo Musalmān wasn’t a loose character, s/he wasn’t a Pseudo Musalmān herself/himself.

S/he was a true Musalmān.

About the only sexual experience Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had was whenever she touched herself at night as she lay alone in bed, and that was pretty much it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had overheard some girls at University talking about “fucking and playing with themselves” but she didn’t know exactly what they meant until seeing me fucking her Kħālāzād cousin herself.
Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew she should have just walked away since a daughter is not supposed to see her father like that.

Nevertheless, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās just stood there mesmerized by the sight of me with my Uncut Hindu Cock vanishing in and out of her exactly identical Kħālāzād cousin and friend, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, furiously.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what that was, too, even though that was yet another sexual experience she had yet to discover for herself.

Up to that point, the only penises Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had seen were on the Internet.

Hey, a girl can be curious!

Can’t she?

But seeing a real live one was a totally different experience.

And the fact that my Uncut Hindu Cock was considerably bigger than even those she had seen on the Internet made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās all the more transfixed.

As Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood there watching me fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir in that manner, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās couldn’t help but notice how I kept glancing over at the top of her desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself glanced over to see what I kept looking at and was shocked to discover a picture of her Ammī in a one-piece red bikini that I had taken of her when we went to the beach on one of our typical family outings just a few weeks ago.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās too wanted to wear a two-piece bikini, but being the stern loving father I was, I wouldn’t allow it for what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās thought were obvious reasons.

I was pleasuring myself with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to a picture of her Ammī!

As the initial shock wore off, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started to feel a little, well, flattered that I found her Ammī still attractive enough to pleasure myself, even fucking her Ammī’s exactly identical, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

What a damnfool her Ammī was.

Her real Abbū never loved her so much as I still did.

As far as I was concerned, actually I wasn’t fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir at all.

I was still fucking her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, in Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s exactly identical Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān body.

Now there are some people who would probably say at the point Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās should have been outraged that I was still looking at her Ammī in that way.

Nevertheless, the simple truth of the matter was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t.

In fact, not only was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās not outraged in the slightest by what I was doing with her Ammī’s bikini-clad picture, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās also felt those familiar tingling sensations come back between her legs full-force.

Was Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself not more identical to her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, than even her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, was?

Why don’t the hell Durgesh fuck Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās herself, instead of fucking her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir?

I started fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and faster as I increased the speed.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly lifted her dress, slipped her hand inside her dampening panties, and touched her hard throbbing clitty with the tip of her forefinger.

She quickly stifled a loud moan that was about to escape her lips since the last thing Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted to do was shock me that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was watching me get myself off to her Ammī’s picture, even while fucking her Ammī’s identical, her Kħālāzād cousin, Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew I was about to climax as I gripped the waist of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir harder and fucked her even faster.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, too, felt herself about to come as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was frantically rubbing her little clitty with her fingertip, with her mouth close tight, so I wouldn’t still hear her. All of a sudden, I threw my head back and let out a long drawn-out moan as my white stuff spurted out of the tip of my big penis into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt, over and over several times.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew what the “white stuff” was since they taught about all that stuff in Health class in University. So Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wasn’t that sexually inexperienced after all!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās slipped a finger inside of her and climaxed herself as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me come into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

That time she didn’t stop herself from moaning and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās fell face-forward into my room.

To say I was shocked to see her there, especially in the, let’s say, condition we were both in, would have been a severe understatement.

“Honey,” I tried not to stammer, trying in vain to cover Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and myself. “Hell! What the hell are you doing in here?”

It was then that I noticed her dress hiked up and her hand still buried down inside her drenched panties.

“And what in the world are you doing with your hand down,”

I paused as if I couldn’t allow myself to admit that Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān’s own daughter, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, played with herself too,

“…down there like that?”

“Funny, ‘Daddy’,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said with a naughty grin, “I could ask you the exact same thing!”

“Young lady!” I blurted, settling on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir with her Musalmān Cunt still sheathing around my still-erect Uncut Hindu Cock. “You should never talk to your father like that!”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood up, still grinning at me, and said something Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t have normally said to me:

“You aren’t my father actually. Are you? Only my Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, was your live in relationship partner. And some would say you shouldn’t be fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir to the pictures of my Ammī. She isn’t your live in relationship partner any more.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās pointed at the bikini-clad picture of her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, placed on my desk.

I glanced at the photo yet my face never flushed a bright red even for a second.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās giggled at the sight of her Kħālāzād cousin’s embarrassment, which was something else Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās normally would not have done to her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t know what was coming over her, as that was not like Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās to act in such a flirty way, especially not with me.

It was right there standing in my room that she came to the realization that I was still in love with her Ammī, Begum Al Zāhidah Al Imrān, even when she had returned to her real Abbū.

Subconsciously, she probably knew that, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t allow herself to admit that the society conditions didn’t allow us to have these type of feelings for those who are the closest and dearest to us.

But standing there in my bedroom after seeing me pleasure myself to her Ammī’s picture and realizing that I had these kind of feelings, sexual feelings, for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī still now, perhaps I may say society be damned!

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās strode over to where I was fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

She didn’t take her eyes off me as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stood before me and leaned back against my desk.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached behind me, grabbed her Ammī’s photo and gazed down at it.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās gazed back at me and grinned at me again.

“So, Daddy,” Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās said as seductively as she could, “you must really like that picture of my Ammī, huh?”

Her eyes trailed down to my Uncut Hindu Cock that Al Zubaydah Al Nādir was still gripping in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

I said nothing as I just kept there staring at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās with my Uncut Hindu Cock still buried into Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt entirely.

That was, until Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down and lightly touched the base of my wet penis with the tip of her forefinger.

I jumped back with Al Zubaydah Al Nādir, still embedded in her, and glared at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was one sick little puppy, in spite of what I just got through doing with Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s Ammī’s picture.

“What the hell are you doing?” I thundered at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached down again and dipped her finger into the slippery length of my penis that was still dripping with my white hot come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrent Musalmān Pussy juices.

“Don’t,” I ordered sternly.

But Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās didn’t remove her finger. Instead, she rolled her finger around the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock, making her finger wet in the process.

“Stop,” I said even more firmly. “Stop immediately. It still isn’t your own picture,” I paused, “it’s your Ammī’s. Damn you.”*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned her head closer to mine and said to me in a soothing voice,

“I’m NOT your daughter exactly, and I love you very much, and I know you love me very much.”

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her palm firmly around my Uncut Hindu Cock that had started to come out a little.

“Stop, I say,” I demanded in a commanding voice. “We should never do it. It’s wrong.” I shook my head at Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās. “It’s so wrong.”

“Is it, Durgesh darling?”

I was genuinely surprised, even a little shocked, that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had asked me such a question.

Then, as if I had contemplated her question in my mind, I slowly leaned forward on Al Zubaydah Al Nādir and gave up trying to stop her.

To the extent she had already gone, it was futile now to stop her.

None of my Musalmān stepdaughters maintained her platonic relationship with me.

I was only an immensely competent man for them they could have their live in relationship with, never a father.

For them I had both money and honey.

None could provide them the incredible sex I always was capable to, neither anyone had that much money always pouring in infinitely as I had.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade had advertised these facts about me as much as they could to obtain their goal.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās smiled at me once more as she put the tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock, recently pulled out of Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s Musalmān Cunt, up to her lips.

Then, without hesitating, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās opened her mouth as wide as she could and took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her mouth.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was still wet with my Hindu come and Al Zubaydah Al Nādir’s fragrant Musalmān Cunt juices.

It tasted hot and salty in her mouth.

Moreover, it slid more easily back and forth between her lips.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had never sucked a man’s cock before.

Though, of course, she had seen it done on the Internet!

The fact that I was so large made the task a bit more intimidating.

But, being the little trooper that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did her absolute best to give me all the pleasure that I deserved.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās tried to take as much of my Uncut Hindu Cock down her throat as she could without gagging.

When that was achieved, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock back out of her mouth and sucked it back in again.

The round flushed tip was poking the back of her throat.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās started moving her head up and down with my Uncut Hindu Cock still in her beautiful Musalmān mouth, trying not to let her teeth scrape my sensitive skin.

I liked ultimately, what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was doing to me as I leaned my head back and started moaning again, as before when I was pleasuring myself to her Ammī’s picture fucking Al Zubaydah Al Nādir.

Not only that, but I was also becoming fully erect again in her mouth.

That made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās proud happy knowing that Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was pleasing me in that way.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās noticed my balls sticking out the top of my briefs.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās stopped sucking me and tried to take them both into her mouth.

It made me moan even louder even though one of my balls did slip out of her mouth.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās popped my Uncut Hindu Cock back into her mouth and went down on me again.

My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock became fully erect in her beautiful Musalmān mouth as I started thrusting myself a little down her throat.

That was when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt herself begin to gag a little, but Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was able to hold it back as she placed her hands on my thighs and tried to keep her head as still as possible so I could thrust myself inside her mouth.

My cock slipped out of her mouth at one point.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned down with her tongue hanging out, licked the shaft all the way to the throbbing purple head, and sucked the very tip back into her mouth.

I moaned out once more when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās did that, and something told Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wouldn’t last much longer with me doing that to me.

I sensed it too.

Before Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew it, I had reached down, grabbed her arms, and pulled Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās up onto the top of my desk.

I lifted her skirt and pulled down her panties, which were by now so wet they were soaked.

I pulled her legs apart with my big strong hands and buried my Uncut Hindu Cock all the way into her wet throbbing Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

“Oh, Durgesh!” She cried when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock slide all the way down inside her. “That’s it! Fuck me Durgesh ! Fuck your new young Musalmān beloved!”

I didn’t stop as my Uncut Hindu Cock explored every inch of her virgin Musalmān pussy.

I nearly drove her insane when I fucked her erect Musalmān clitty.

She had never felt pleasure like that before, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was determined after that day, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was going to feel it again and again with me, as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās realized right then and there that I was the only man for Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

I stood up, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās found herself staring at my erect throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās reached out, wrapped it in her hand again, and gave it a few light strokes.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was amazed at how it felt both hard and soft at the same time.

I sat down in my chair, making her let go of my cock when I did so.

I noticed her lower lip was quivering just slightly.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was sure Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was excited and never ashamed of what we were doing.

But, to be honest, at that point she really didn’t care.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās knew without a doubt what Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted from me next.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās got up from my desk, reached down and pulled her drenched panties all the way off.

Without taking her eyes off me, Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās threw them off to the side and started to straddle me on my chair.

I gazed down as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her hand and guided it inside her tight virgin twenty eight years old young Musalmān Cunt.

I placed my bear claws on her soft Musalmān thighs and moaned out softly at the feeling of being inside Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās’s virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās removed her hand from around my penis and slid herself down ever so slowly until her bottom was touching my balls.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās lifted her blouse and then her bra to uncover both her breasts that had also never known the touch of a man.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās leaned forward and all but smothered her tits into my face.

I kept my face between her young smart excellent Musalmān tits.

I wrapped my strong Hindu arms around the middle of her back and thrust my huge Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in and out of her.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās had heard stories from some of the girls at University who claimed to have “done it” how painful it was at first.

But, to her surprise, and her delight, there was hardly any pain when I thrust myself into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was so turned on at that point, and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wanted me inside of her so badly that it made Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās feel hardly no pain at all.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās wrapped her arms tightly around my broad shoulders and lay her head next to my ear.

I kept fucking Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās harder and faster until I thought Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās would pass out from the pleasure I was giving her.

I knew Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was about to come as her breathing increased against her small heaving chest and Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās was practically pounding her virgin Musalmān Cunt into oblivion, my Hindu balls making loud smacking sounds each time they slammed against her beautiful young Musalmān ass.

All of a sudden, I threw my head back as I did when Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās watched me fuck to her picture and let out another long drawn-out wail.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās quickly grabbed the back of the chair and held on as tightly as she could as Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās felt my Hindu come shoot inside her.

I kept thrusting my long hard Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās could feel my hot Hindu semen spill out of her.

It was so much that her little virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān twat couldn’t handle all the Hindu load.*

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās laughed to herself.

If not even a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān young lady of twenty eight could handle it, who the hell else could?

Wasn’t it a fact that ab initio only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind handled it?

Wasn’t it a fact that there was no woman for infinite Kalps, eons, except the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind?

And there wasn’t any other man except Durgesh only?

There were only Durgesh and his infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wives.

Wives?

Nonsense!

Live in relationship partners to be more precise.

Wasn’t it?

They were never married.

They aren’t married ritually even now.

There wasn’t any womankind for entire infinite Kalps for Durgesh except the infinite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womankind.

Durgesh fucked only Panjvaqtah Namāzī Årab Wahābī Musalmān houseladies for infinite Kalps, eons, according to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.

Al Saåīdah Al Åbbās has received her PhD on it.

She has received a telegram even from the Nobel Foundation of Stockholm:

Chapter 2

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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd

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Durgesh Sanā Rashīd

Sanā Rashīd just couldn’t stay awake any longer.

She didn’t care how mad her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, was going to be.

It didn’t make sense to her anyway why we all had to stay awake on the long drive from Pennsylvania to South Carolina.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was the only one doing the driving.

With a huff, Sanā Rashīd pulled her hood from her sweatshirt over her eyes, slumped down in the seat, and drifted off to dreamland.

I glared at my live in relationship partner, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd out of the corner of my eye.

It was her dumbass idea to drive instead of fly to South Carolina and now she was complaining about having to do all the driving.

I would love to drive myself but Sanā Rashīd’s insistence that she needed to talk with me something serious about her career, made it impossible.

It was why flying to visit her younger daughter at college in South Carolina made so much more sense but Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was being her usual martyr self and would rather complain about having to do all the work than take an easier way.

Glancing in the backseat, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter, Sanā Rashīd.

I smiled to myself when I realized she was sound asleep.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd would be pissed but I couldn’t care less.

At the next rest stop, I was going to tell Al Zubédah Al Waħīd I was getting in the back with Sanā Rashīd.

I could stretch out back there no matter how mad Al Zubédah Al Waħīd got.

What would she do?

Whine and complain?

She did that all the time anyway.

With a strange feeling of confusion, Sanā Rashīd awoke in the backseat.

She realized right away that we had stopped because she could smell the cheese chips Al Zubédah Al Waħīd snacked on and she knew we had been all gone before.

The next thing Sanā Rashīd realized was that I was across the seat from her, sound asleep.

She smiled at the nerve it took for him to stand up to Al Zubédah Al Waħīd.

I was a soft-spoken, laid-back man for the most part, wherever the welfare of womankind was concerned.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd was just the opposite.

She deliberately imposed herself on Durgesh.

Sanā Rashīd’s Abbū, Åbdul Rashīd was one of the best friends Durgesh had.

He called her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, Bhābhījān.

Yet her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd, never accepted Durgesh as her dutiful husband’s friend.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd always took liberty with Durgesh, seducing Durgesh always.

Even Sanā Rashīd could not avoid noticing it.

“Ammī,” Sanā Rashīd complained, “Keep yourself away from Durgesh.”

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd laughed.

“Sanā Rashīd,” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd countered back her twenty seven years old beautiful young daughter, “Why don’t you call him ‘uncle’, instead of ‘Durgesh’?”

“Ammī,”

“Isn’t he sixty five already? You are only twenty seven.”

“Nonsense,” Sanā Rashīd thrashed her Ammī, yet kept smiling cunningly.

“Why nonsense? Sanā Rashīd, I wasn’t born yesterday. I’m your Ammī.”

“When you know I’m interested in the ever infamous Hindu scoundrel, why don’t you keep away?”

“Why the hell should I? Your Abbū can’t satisfy me sexually.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd blurted out ultimately.*

Sanā Rashīd often found herself cheering for me in the relationship because she felt Al Zubédah Al Waħīd often stepped all over me, taking undue advantage of my immense humanity and immense generosity to the entire womankind.

She ignored Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and lay down deliberately on my lap to get more comfortable.

In no time, she fell asleep once again.

I was having a most erotic dream.

I could feel pressure against my groin area, a warmth that was all but teasing me because it was so strange.

Fighting off sleep, I remembered that I was in the car with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd and her eldest daughter.

Glancing down in the dark car, I saw Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter was asleep in my lap, her nose pressed against my groin.

Despite myself, I felt an erection begin.

I wasn’t sure if it was just the sight of her sweet little twenty eight-year-old daughter in my lap.

Nevertheless, I had to shift a bit due to the way my growing cock strained against my jeans.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to rid myself of the visual image of what was happening.

Waking up slowly, Sanā Rashīd felt something poking at her nose.

She opened her eyes and realized she had all but buried her face in my crotch.

Just when she was about to move away in embarrassment, however, she noticed my cock must have been hard the way it was straining against her face.

Sneaking a peak, she looked up at me and saw that my eyes were closed so I must have still been sleeping and not aware of my erection.

Something tingled down below though and Sanā Rashīd realized she was turned on by being this close to my ever utmost famous, unique(?) hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Without thinking, she squeezed her legs together.

With a start, Sanā Rashīd realized she was getting wet in her pussy from even this limited contact.

Could she risk taking this further?

With another peak at my closed eyes, she slowly reached a hand up to my zipper and gently pulled it down.

She thought she heard me gasp but when she looked up, my eyes were still shut as if in sleep.

Trying to control her suddenly excited breathing, Sanā Rashīd ran a fingertip over my underwear covered Uncut Hindu Cock.

She could feel the heat from it and had to hold back a moan.
So, this was the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, every beautiful Musalmān houselady was crazy to get inside her?

Even her Ammī left her Abbū for it.

For it, or for Durgesh’s infinitely increasing already infinite money?

Durgesh’s incredible clandestine political and spiritual power?

They say Durgesh is immortal.

They even claim that Durgesh’s immortality is transferred to his women too when he fucks them.

Pseudo Musalmīn claim it’s only a nonsense immensely advertised by Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade.

Well, whatsoever the fact is, it’s the same utmost famous Uncut Hindu Cock, no doubt.*

I could barely take it any longer!

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter was touching my hard Hindu cock!

I wanted to moan aloud but of course alert being caught.

I couldn’t let things go any longer, though.

Slowly, I covered Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s fingers with my own.

She looked up at me with a start and this time I met her stare.

“You started this,” I told her with my eyes.

Slowly, her beautiful young smart eldest girl smiled at me.

Careful to keep my head down to hide my opened eyes and expression from Al Zubédah Al Waħīd in the front seat, I too smiled back at her.

Sanā Rashīd could hardly believe what was happening but she loved every minute of it.

I was helping her to release my Hindu erection from my jeans and my huge Hindu cock was right in front of her.

She couldn’t help herself but quickly wrapped her red crimson beautiful Musalmān lips around the end of my Uncut Hindu Dick.

Oh, she wanted to moan aloud by how hot and hard it was in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

All she could do was squeeze her legs together in ecstasy as both of her hands had to help guide the monster Uncut Hindu Cock into her waiting, watering Musalmān mouth.

After somewhat an hour of it, I was ready to explode already as Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter sucked and licked the end of my hard Hindu cock.

It was a beautiful sight to behold, her pretty red Musalmān lips shining the end of my Hindu erection.

I ached to give her some pleasure as well so I moved my hand down her extremely beautiful Musalmān body and felt her willingly open her legs for my invading Hindu hand.

I cupped Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s pussy through her jeans and felt it wet and hot against my palm.

I hungered to drive my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her wet Musalmān hole but knew we were pushing our luck as it was with Al Zubédah Al Waħīd so close.

Instead, I moved my hand against her mound in rhythm to the sucking she did on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock .

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s sweet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter managed to take more and more of my rock-like Uncut Hindu Dick into her young Musalmān mouth, more than even her Ammī, Al Zubédah Al Waħīd ever had.

She rode my hand with abandon as it worked against her pussy.

Sanā Rashīd also concentrated on milking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock for all she was worth, driving us both close to the edge.

She felt herself cumming so she moved as close as she could to me, taking me deep into her extremely beautiful young Musalmān mouth until at last she felt my hot Hindu cum shoot down into her throat.

Pressing herself against my hand as hard as she could, Sanā Rashīd let my Hindu cum fill her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth up.

We rested for a Moment in the backseat of the car while Al Zubédah Al Waħīd drove through the night without a clue as to the fact that her Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Cock was growing flaccid in her daughter’s mouth while her husband’s hand was nestled against her daughter’s incredibly wet young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.

Sanā Rashīd realized she must have drifted off again, so sated had she been in orgasmic bliss.

When next she became aware, it was daylight and she lay alone in the backseat of the car.

That’s when she realized we were at a hotel.

She found a room key resting by her head so she grabbed her bags and headed to the room printed on the key.

Inside, she found Al Zubédah Al Waħīd taking off her shoes and me just coming out of the shower.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd glared at her.

“Well, look here. It’s sleeping beauty.” Al Zubédah Al Waħīd shook her head and walked to her suitcase. “I’m going to take a long shower and then I’m going to sleep for a few hours. I don’t care what they two of you do but I know neither one of you need any sleep since you just got plenty.”

She slammed the door to the bathroom.

We faced each other across the now empty hotel room.

As soon as the water started inside the bathroom, the space between us vanished as we hurried to each other.

I swept a hand around Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s waist and lifted her so that her mouth met my in a hot, wet kiss.

Our tongue’s tangled as Sanā Rashīd’s legs came up around my waist.

I settled my hands on Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s young daughter’s sweet Musalmān ass and helped her to move against me.

I was rock hard once again.

Sanā Rashīd moaned.

“Please, fuck me, Durgesh,” she breathed against my mouth. “I too need to feel that hard utmost experienced Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside my now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt. I want it to explode inside me just like before.”

“Oh, Sanā Rashīd, my sweetie, I want that too but I don’t know if we have time before your Ammī comes out,” I said with a hesitation somewhat.

She jumped down off me and gently pushed me onto the bed.

“We’ll listen for the shower to stop,” she told me, yanking her shirt over her head. “We can stop and then pick it up again when she falls asleep.”

Her bra left her beautiful body next and she loved the way my mouth seemed to water at the sight of her.

“I think we’ve already proven that we can be quiet.”

Pushing her jeans down her body, her panties went with them so that she stood completely naked in front of me, the ever infamous, yet always utmost wanted by beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.

“Please, Durgesh,” she asked sweetly.

All I could do was grin at her and hold out my hand.

She was on top of me in no time, both of us yanking at my clothes until I was naked as well.

The feeling of Sanā Rashīd’s young beautiful Musalmān body against mine, had my Uncut Hindu Cock straining to meet her young Musalmān Cunt.

My fingers found her first and dove in to find her hot and wet, making me moan.

“Oh, Sanā Rashīd,” I said again. “You’re so tight. I don’t want to hurt you.”

Sanā Rashīd lay down next to me and spread her legs.

She grabbed my hand and pushed me deeper into her.

“I don’t care, Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of us both Ammī and daughter. I want you inside me. Put your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh darling. Please,” she begged.

I couldn’t refuse such a request so I angled myself over her, lowering between her spread legs.

First, I teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt with the tip of my hot, hot Uncut Hindu Dick until she begged some more.

Then, I entered her slowly, torturing us both with the blessed feelings.

When I felt her virginal Musalmān wall, I still not hesitated.

I never felt guilty about what I was about to do.

I was going to take Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s virginity.

When Sanā Rashīd raised her hips in wanton desire, even all of my hesitation, if there was somewhat, vanished and I slammed down into her.

Oh, it hurt.

I had a huge cock and Sanā Rashīd was a tiny girl.

Nevertheless, she quickly wrapped her legs around me, embracing the pain as it quickly led to pleasure.

She loved that it was myself inside her and I was taking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān virginity with my beautifully big ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock itself .

She moaned and began to meet my powerful Hindu thrusts over and over again, begging me to keep fucking her.

“Durgesh darling, you’re so big and so hard inside me! Fuck me harder! Yes, Durgesh, I love you inside me. Cum in me, Durgesh. Please cum in me!” She wanted that hot Hindu cum in her more than she wanted to take her next breath.

Even if Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out of the bathroom at that very Moment, Sanā Rashīd wasn’t going to let me stop fucking her.

It felt so incredibly good and nothing was going to stop her from finding her fulfilment.

I continued to pound into Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt, even though I felt my Hindu seed rising.

I wanted it to last forever but her pussy walls started to convulse around me as Sanā Rashīd too started cumming on my already Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

I couldn’t hold back and shot into her over and over as she moaned against me.

I stayed inside her and on top of her as we both fought to even our breathing.

Al Zubédah Al Waħīd’s eldest daughter kept moving against me, kept squeezing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Cunt against my Uncut Hindu Dick.

As usual, my Uncut Hindu Cock stayed hard for her and she was able to cum a second time even though I kept thrusting inside her.

“Thank you, Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” she whispered to me. “That was the greatest thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

I looked down at Sanā Rashīd.

“We can’t do this again, Sanā Rashīd.” I told her gravely.

She just smiled.

“Nonsense, Durgesh darling. Yes, we can. We can till we both exist.”

We both heard the shower stop then.

We had to scramble to put our clothes back on.

When Al Zubédah Al Waħīd came out, she found her Hindu live in relationship partner reading a local newspaper while her daughter flipped through the channels of the TV.

“I hope you two are having a grand time,” she told us with sarcasm.

Then, she flopped down and went to sleep.

Sanā Rashīd grinned at me.

I met her eyes boldly.

She smiled seductively once more.

Seducing me might be almost as fun for her as fucking me ultimately.

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Thank you that you cheated her

Posted: December 9, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsūm Naåīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Thank you that you cheated her

Kulsūm Naåīm could not bear that Zāhid Altāf cheated on her.

It was three weeks ago that she had found it.

Was it Islam?

Kulsūm Naåīm never loved the bastard.

Zāhid Altāf wasn’t her choice ever.

She loved Durgesh instead.

Zāhid Altāf could not bear it.

“Durgesh is a Hindu.” Zāhid Altāf flared.

“So what? I’m not the ever fist Musalmān young lady that would live in relationship with a Hindu.”

“But why? When Islam prohibits…”

“All the things Islam prohibits are really abandoned by Musalmīn?” Kulsūm Naåīm showed Zāhid Altāf the mirror.

“Well,” Zāhid Altāf couldn’t face the reality.

“Why the hell you Pseudo Musalmīn always want everything Islamic from your womankind only?” Kulsūm Naåīm thundered.

It went on indefinitely.

Yet, ultimately, Zāhid Altāf had succeeded in convincing Kulsūm Naåīm

To marry him instead of a live in relationship with me.

Kulsūm Naåīm could never believe Zāhid Altāf would cheat her ever.

There had been a terrible fight, and Kulsūm Naåīm kicked him out of the house.

Zāhid Altāf had come crawling, begging her to take him back.

Kulsūm Naåīm gave in, eventually, but she hadn’t forgiven him yet.

The atmosphere during our first dinner together as a family again was icy at best.

Now, after eight years of their marriage, Kulsūm Naåīm was the CFO of an international business, and Zāhid Altāf was, well, the stay at home house husband, nothing more.

Since I was also there living in relationship with the sisters of both Kulsūm Naåīm and Zāhid Altāf, there wasn’t much for Zāhid Altāf to do, of course.

That’s what got him in trouble in the first place.

“Kulsūm Naåīm, I’m really sorry for what I did, if there’s any–” Zāhid Altāf started.

“Oh shut it, Zāhid Altāf,” snapped Kulsūm Naåīm. “You already know what you’re going to do to make it up.”

“Kulsūm Naåīm, please, there has to be something else I–”

“No,” interrupted Kulsūm Naåīm again, irritated. “My mind is set. You agreed to it. In writing.” Zāhid Altāf looked absolutely dejected.

I looked sternly at Zāhid Altāf,

“Uh, what are you guys talking about? What’s Zāhid Altāf gonna do?”

“Oh, he’s not gonna do anything. Isn’t that right, my dear?” She sounded as if she were talking to a child, instead of her duly wedded husband.

Zāhid Altāf glowered, and replied tersely,

“Yes.”

He hated it when Kulsūm Naåīm used that voice, especially on him.

“So what’s going on?” I asked, feeling somewhat left out, even while I was trying to help them out.

Kulsūm Naåīm stood up, and stretched.

She hadn’t changed since coming home from the office.

She still wore her power suit.

It consisted of a light gray knee length skirt, and white button up blouse with ruffles.

“Mmm, I needed that,” she sighed. “Another long day at the office.” She walked over, and stood next to me. “Listen, Durgesh, my ever competent Hindu Bahnoī, my Hindu Nandoī Shrī, I have to ask you something.”

Without giving me a chance to speak, she swept my plate off the table.

It shattered on the floor, cutlery clinking loudly.

“Kulsūm Naåīm, what are you doing?”

She hoisted herself up on the table, sitting down right in front of me, legs hanging down to one side.

I was thoroughly confused.

“What I want to ask you, my dear, sweet Kulsūm Naåīm, is if you want to help me.”

I studied her face–framed by shoulder length, smooth brown hair–while she looked down at me from her perch.

I noticed her coquettish smile. “Help with what?” I inquired, not hesitantly even a bit.

The entire situation felt unusual, somehow.

Not that Kulsūm Naåīm had the habit of clearing the table by dumping everything on the floor, but her whole demeanor was different today.

More commanding.

She lifted her legs, and placed the hose covered feet on the chair, to each side of my legs.

Then she spread her knees apart.

My eyes were drawn to the spot between her legs, yet my heart never skipped a beat.

I wasn’t a child.

I was sixty-six already, even if I still looked of twenty-eight only ever.

I was utmost experienced now in these matters.
I had a clear and unobstructed view of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Kulsūm Naåīm definitely wasn’t wearing any panties.

Her smooth shaven lips were puffed up, and glistened with wetness. Between the swollen lips protruded her labia, tempting me with promises of pleasure.

“KULSŪM NAÅĪM!” I cried out joyfully.

Blood rushed into my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, and I nearly instantly got hard.

Kulsūm Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body was fantastic, but until then I never looked at her in a sexual way.

She leaned backwards, with her hands flat against the table, sticking out her breasts at me, while biting her lower lip.

“You see, your ever incompetent Musalmān sālā, Zāhid Altāf, came to me last night, and begged on his knees for forgiveness.”

My eyes kept being drawn back to her pussy, and she made no attempts at modesty.

“He said I could do anything I wanted to him. He even said if I wanted to, I could cheat on him. A free pass, he said.”

I was speechless, yet my heart was not pounding in my chest.

I had utmost experiences already in these matters.

She sat up and started undoing her blouse.

With every button that opened, more of her breasts came into view.

They were round and plump, absolutely gorgeous.

Kulsūm Naåīm kept smiling cunningly, triumphantly.

“I liked the sound of that, so I thought to myself who I should sleep with.”

Her dark nipples were poking out, hard as diamonds. “And the answer was pretty easy. Why, it had to be the person in the world I love the most.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

Or seeing, for that matter.

I’ve never thought about Kulsūm Naåīm in that way, but seeing her like this, positively oozing with sex, practically throwing herself at me, tugged at something deep inside my soul.

I could smell her perfume, mixed with something more exotic, muskier.

At that Moment, Zāhid Altāf coughed.

Yet I didn’t nearly jump out of my skin.

Even though, I had completely forgotten he had been there.

Kulsūm Naåīm turned around.

“What do you say, Zāhid Altāf? Do you think I should have sex with our sweet Hindu Bahnoī, of both of us, if that’s what it costs for me to take you back?”

Zāhid Altāf looked down, and I couldn’t tell what was going through his mind.

“Yes,” he muttered, finally.

Kulsūm Naåīm chuckled.

She reached out, and swept everything off the table she could reach.

Plates and glasses shattered as they hit the floor, and the large serving bowl made a loud crash.

“Zāhid Altāf, be a dear and clean that up,” she crooned in a fake honeysuckle voice.

She turned back to me, took off her blouse completely, and tossed it on the floor along with all the broken shards.

Zāhid Altāf got up and left the room.

Kulsūm Naåīm lay back on the table, and pulled her legs close to her body, presenting me with her beautiful gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

The skirt slowly slid up, and I watched in rapt attention as her puckered asshole came into view.

It slid up further, revealing once again her wet, puffy lips.

Juices flowed freely from her slit, and dripped onto the table.

She pulled off the skirt the rest of way, then threw it aside.

“You want to fuck me, right, Durgesh darling, méré Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ?” Kulsūm Naåīm asked, and for the first time I could detect a hint of doubt.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, yes,” I blurted out, without thinking, but it was true.

Even though she was my Salhaj, Kulsūm Naåīm, I couldn’t help but want to fuck her.

She needed it very much.

I was her first choice.

Zāhid Altāf talked her out of it.

Yet now she was returning to her original choice.

“Then do it.” Kulsūm Naåīm winked at me.

I needed no further encouragement.

I stood up while pulling down my pants and underwear in one motion.

My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock sprang free, and it felt good.

The door opened, and Zāhid Altāf came back in.

He gave a start when he saw me standing there with my pants on the ground, rock hard cock just inches from his wife’s dripping wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

He had brought a broom and trash can to clean up the mess.

“Look at how huge his Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock is compared to yours, Zāhid Altāf,” said Kulsūm Naåīm.

Zāhid Altāf was standing there, frozen, eyes fixed on the space between my Hindu crotch and Kulsūm Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān slit.

Kulsūm Naåīm wrapped her legs around my waist, and pulled me closer.

The tip of my Uncut Hindu Cock was positioned at the entrance to Musalmān paradise, and I watched in fascination as my head slowly parted her lips, and disappeared inside of her wet Musalmān pussy.

It felt so good, and I sighed in pleasure.

It was a tight fit, but Kulsūm Naåīm kept pulling me closer, until I was finally in all the way.

“Ho. Ly. Shit, Allah Rabbil åālmīn,” gasped Kulsūm Naåīm. “This is fucking incredible.”

Zāhid Altāf started picking up some of the bigger shards, and tossed them into the trash.

“Come on Durgesh, fuck Kulsūm Naåīm. Fuck Kulsūm Naåīm, my wife, hard. She needs it very much now.”

I smiled triumphantly,

“Cuckolded?”

Zāhid Altāf shrugged.

Only shrugged.

He didn’t utter a word.

“I tried to explain you, Zāhid Altāf, when you talked Kulsūm Naåīm out of my live in relationship to marry her. It’s not easy once they decide to have me and then forget me forever.”

I started thrusting, slowly at first.

It was absolutely surreal, feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock sliding in and out of Kulsūm Naåīm’s beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

The perversity of fucking the woman, who preferred Zāhid Altāf on me, even if she was misguided by him, was intense.

Every motion was accompanied by Kulsūm Naåīm’s loud, guttural moans.

“Faster, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, please,” she begged, and I obliged.

I grabbed her thighs, and started pounding.

The few remaining table settings rattled with every stab.

“Fuck yes, that’s it. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, over and over for hours.

I was never close to orgasm.

After as if an infinity, Zāhid Altāf heard from me, what he wanted to hear from me hours before.

“I’m gonna…cum soon…Kulsūm Naåīm,” I panted.

“Don’t stop, keep going, Durgesh. Cum in me, please.”

I came, hard.

A powerful burst of raw, unfiltered energy resonated through my body, and my Uncut Hindu Cock twitched, and pulsated, shooting my Hindu seed deepest inside Kulsūm Naåīm.

“Allah! Yā Allah! Oh fuck, oh God, oh God, yeeees,” she yelled, devolving into a loud, wordless scream, as her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shook with her own orgasm.

I was breathless and just stood there, processing everything.

Kulsūm Naåīm was lying on the table, laughing a deep, satisfied laugh.

She had waited for it for years.

Hadn’t she?

I sat back down in the chair, my softening cock exiting Kulsūm Naåīm’s Musalmān pussy with a squelching pop.

She sat up, and hopped off the table, onto my lap.

“That was fantastic, Durgesh,” she told me, and leaned in for a kiss.

Her lips were playful, her tongue was quick, and I was mesmerized by her passionate hunger.

She scooted forward, and my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock made contact with her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva.

Her wet lips slid up and down the outside of my Hindu shaft, and my Hindu dick hardened more again.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, and broke the kiss.

“That’s the spirit.” I reached around, and squeezed her supple cheeks with both my hands.

Kulsūm Naåīm used one hand to guide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock inside her still wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole, then sat down on top of it.

Instead of bouncing up and down, she just rocked her hips back and forth, gyrating on my Hindu dick.

It was an incredibly intense stimulation of my still sensitive Hindu penis.

I cupped her breast, and started playing with her hard nipples, kissing her on the cheek, and nibbling at her earlobe, while I felt her hot, shallow breath against my neck.

“I’m gonna cum again, ultimately, not right now,” I told her.

She started kissing me again, and gyrated faster, and faster, for hours again, until I exploded a second time, pumping my Hindu load inside her, while her lips were intertwined with mine, taking my breath away.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, that was amazing,” I said.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.” She stood up.

The instant my cock left her pussy, I missed the feeling of warmth and comfort it gave me, longing to be buried inside of her, forever.

“We’ll definitely have to do this again, and soon.”

Kulsūm Naåīm winked at Zāhid Altāf.

Zāhid Altāf tried to smile back at her, but could not very well.

It was his intense humiliation after all.

We kissed again, and then she left the room, still naked.

I was aware of Zāhid Altāf again, who was kneeling on the floor, gathering broken plates and glass.

I tried getting up quietly.

I was just about to leave the room, when I heard his soft voice.

“Durgesh, just…treat her better than I did. Don’t make the same mistake, ok?”

“Ok, Zāhid Altāf, Thank you that you cheated her. It brought her ultimately to me.” I replied, and left the room to look for Kulsūm Naåīm.

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Flowers never weigh

Yazīd malåūn destroyed it.

Chapter 3

I said, taking her hand,

“Sure,”

We began walking.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but glance back at me to see if I was watching her…

I wasn’t.

Oddly, that made Al Ħabībah Al Imrān feel sad, which was, of course, ludicrous.

She loved Durgesh actually.

Doesn’t she?

She loved Durgesh fucked her.

Allah!

The same Anant Muslimātchod Hindu she hated so much!

As we walked down the trail, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had the sudden urge to show me Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān needed to make up for Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s indiscretion by doing something to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband.

Twenty minutes in the hike, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān saw a small side path and said,

“Follow me.”

I said,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I don’t think this is a trail.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hopes not,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān purred, trying to look sexy and with intent.

A couple of minutes later, deep enough in the woods that we couldn’t be seen, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān dropped to her knees and bravely fished out my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān considered letting me fuck her, but Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sure didn’t want me to know Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wasn’t wearing panties.

I smiled,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, really here?”

“You always say you wish Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was more spontaneous,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, which if I knew just how spontaneous Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had been today I would likely keel over.

Plus, although we had a reasonable amount of sex and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was very willing in the bedroom, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was not really a risk taker outside the bedroom.

But insecurity, or belief that sex was for the bedroom, seemed to be shattered after the exhilarating, taboo sex Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had in the backseat of the car.

Suddenly, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to take risks.

Before I could say anything, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took my flaccid Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved sucking cock… always had.

Was a bit of a cock sucking Sex Obsessed Sex Addict in high school, deciding it was a good way to save Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage.

Plus, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was good at it and actually liked the unique feeling and taste of cum.

Of course, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ended up not saving Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s virginity for marriage, getting fucked at the first college party Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to by a college senior.

“Oh shit,” Muħammad Imrān groaned, “what has gotten into you?”

The answer to that question was his daughter, but that definitely didn’t seem like a good answer.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out of her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and asked,

“Can’t a wife show her husband she loves him by sucking his cock and swallowing his load?”

“Yes she can,” I laughed.

“Plus, I’m hungry and your Hindu cum has a lot of healthy nutrients for a body,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Musalmān mouth.

“And for your complexion, too,” I added, having heard from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, her ever–Durgesh– obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade ,from Dr. Farīdah Jalāl Shékħ and from even her so uncommunal ever sophisticated Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān husband Dr. Jalāluddīn Ibrāhīm Shékħ that sucking my Hindu cum was very good for a Musalmān woman’s complexion.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān protested,

“Don’t you dare.”

“What? You think I would be shocked?” I teased, sliding my Uncut Hindu Cock back in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān thought to herself,

‘If you only knew.’

Yet, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing, feeling oddly exhilarated doing it in such a public place.

“I’m not going to last long,” I moaned, after an hour approximately, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hungrily sucked my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān kept bobbing and was rewarded with a full load of my Hindu cum in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped, “Really?”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I couldn’t resist,” I smiled triumphantly cunningly, as I slid my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her proud Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had two weaknesses her ever moral Musalmān husband, Muħammad Imrān, always hated to fulfill.

She loved to suck Cock.

She loved to have anal sex even.

Allah! Thank God, Durgesh allowed his beautiful Musalmān houseladies both with him.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān milked the last remnants of my Hindu cum from my Cock, sat back up and kissed me hard.

When the kiss ended, I said,

“Well, that was unexpected.”

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was hungry,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, smiling seductively.

“Well, I’m always willing to feed you,” I smiled back as I put my proud Uncut Hindu Cock away.

Most of the mankind that was not Vedic Monotheist Hindu never understood what the womankind really loved to enjoy.

Only Ved has Pavmān Som Mandal in it, neither Al Qur’an Al Karīm, nor Bible.

The Āryans that left Āryāvart, to build their own country, Iran, blamed Indians that they don’t want to progress from their primitive animal instincts.

They termed Pavmān Som Mandal in R’gved impious.

Now, their own history of defeat against Islam was proving them entirely incorrect.

Wasn’t it?

Wasn’t Islam the last and final Arabic version of Vedic Monotheist Hinduism itself?

Wasn’t it the real reason Musalmīn never converted entire India into Islam as they did the other countries?

They never needed to.

The Hindus were already the Musalmīn Everfirst.

We headed back down the trail and resumed the hike hand in hand.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān didn’t know how long it took, but eventually we returned to the beginning.

I whispered,

“You should probably go to the washroom before we head out.”

“Good call,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded, “I really need to use washroom.”

“And clean the cum off,” I teased her smiling playfully.

“Sure. Allah, you let me wear it that whole hike,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, somehow forgetting it was on her.

“Well, you didn’t seem too concerned, and we don’t know anyone here,” I shrugged.

“Except my evergreen Hindu ŧhonkū, our Anant Muslimātchod Hindu,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed lightly teasing me too.

“Which is why Al Ħabībah Al Imrān mentioned it,” I winked at her.

“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu scoundrel,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān playfully said, hitting me.

“Maybe tonight,” I countered, occasionally fucking Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s gorgeous Musalmān ass.

“You wish,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quipped back, even though Al Ħabībah Al Imrān assumed we would indeed be fucking tonight.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I know,” I said, slapping Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s ass lightly playfully.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān went to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān grabbed a Gatorade and a chocolate bar and returned to the car.

Her husband and I were leaning against the car, chatting. Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wondered how weird it would be if we were chatting about sex.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān joined us and asked,

“Ready to go?”

“Sure,” Muħammad Imrān said, before adding, “Ready to sit on Durgesh’s lap for a couple of more hours?”

“Ready to have your Al Ħabībah Al Imrān squishing you for a couple of more hours?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān countered.

“It’s been a tight squeeze,” I countered myself too.

How doesn’t he understand what his ever-horny Musalmān wife is doing right behind him?

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was one of the numerous Pseudo Musalmīn.

No doubt.

It was easy to be born in Ummat-e-Muslimah.

But it wasn’t easy to be a real Muslim.

Most of the Musalmīn were actually Pseudo Musalmīn today whether knowingly or unknowingly.

Islam was actually an international movement of humanity that was named variously in the past, Vedic Monotheist Hinduism, Persianism, Judaism, Christianity etcetera.

Now, I was one of the several Musalmīn, Musalmīn Everfirst to be more correct, that were again attempting our best to reestablish the true Islamic movement, opposing the terrorists and other Pseudo Musalmīn everywhere.

Humanity couldn’t survive without it.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān laughed, trying to be casual, feeling that Muħammad Imrān could somehow sense the sexual tension between his wife and me,

“Yes, it’s like a hot box back there.”

I laughed,

“It’s like a weight loss program back there.”

Muħammad Imrān said,

“I’m sorry we hadn’t planned this better.”

I joked, repeating an earlier statement Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had made,

“It’s made for some special Al Ħabībah Al Imrān and my bonding.”

“Well, get ready to bond some more,” Muħammad Imrān said, “It’s a good two to three hours until our late supper stop.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t help but laugh and feel mortified at the reality of what Muħammad Imrān was actually approving potentially, especially when Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked at me.

I had a big smile on my face.

Why the hell shouldn’t have I?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was serving me her ever-best sex services, perhaps she hadn’t served even to her husband, Muħammad Imrān.

We were back in the car, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was back on my lap, this time on my right leg leaning against the boxes.

Again, like last time, I ignored Al Ħabībah Al Imrān for the first hour.

As Al Ħabībah Al Imrān fidgeted, again uncomfortable, I asked,

“Uncomfortable, my dear?”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān nodded.

I smiled,

“Me too,” and pulled out my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock from my shorts. “There, that is a lot better.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stared at my semi-erect Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān couldn’t take Her eyes off it.

I pointed it to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked back at me with confusion.

I moved my hand onto Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s leg, under Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress and directly to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s wet Musalmān pussy.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moaned softly, but thankfully, the music covered it.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān just sat on my lap and allowed me to penis her pussy…

I did it for a good five minutes… getting Al Ħabībah Al Imrān hot and riled.

I then pulled my Uncut Hindu Cock out and put it directly in her mouth.

“Delicious,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, loud enough that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband heard.

“What’s delicious?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“The snack Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shared with me,” I brazenly replied.

“Is there any left?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“No, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān ate it all,” I responded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān remained stoic and not ashamed.

She looked at me proudly and even triumphantly instead.

It was evident enough she hated her husband immensely and wanted to punish him as much as she could.

Poor Muħammad Imrān.

I couldn’t enjoy it.

Muħammad Imrān wasn’t my enemy exactly.

He was my friend’s son.

Even if my friend suspected his wife had her extramarital affair with me and Muħammad Imrān was actually my own son.

However, most of my male acquaintances suspected so.

He wasn’t alone.

There were many reasons behind it.

They never took sex as seriously as I always did.

Yes, they hated me for it.

Yet, I knew they were even jealous of me for it.

The damn fools.

They never understood what they actually lacked comparatively.

I was a Vedic Monotheist Hindu.

I believed in Pavmān Som Mandal.

I had seriously studied it and still do in my daily Stavans, daily meditations.

It said sex wasn’t dirty ever in itself.

We, the human beings make it dirty due to our immense ignorance, irresponsibility, and ever-adamant immense irrationality due to our inherent inertia.

Sex is divine otherwise.

It is blessed on us to keep our human race exist.

It must be always respected as such.*

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s oblivious husband said, continuing the surreal conversation,

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I too could use a snack,”

“Me too,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān added, staring at my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock and licking her lips with wanton intent.

“Maybe next car stop,” I suggested.

“I’m definitely stopping,” Muħammad Imrān said. “Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I could use a bathroom break anyway.”

“It’s hot back here,” I said, also taking my shirt off, suddenly showcasing my rock hard abs… something Muħammad Imrān had lost years ago.

It was a miracle for others.

Yet, for me it was a natural scientific process.

The others could never achieve it, because they never tried to complete the scientific process involved for it.

It was the main problem of the losers ever.

They thought they had nothing to learn from the gainers ever.

Most of the losers were always losers because they never tried to learn anything from their failures even.

I then took her hand and guided it to my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān should have resisted, but the invisible magnetic pull was too much.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took it in her hand and stroked it, even as Muħammad Imrān could stare at us in the rear view mirror if he wished… although he would only see her hungry face.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wished Al Ħabībah Al Imrān could suck my lovely, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but that was literally impossible in the confined space.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had accepted, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān stroked and stared at my majestic Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was willing to allow me to fuck her again.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted and needed that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was ready to climb on top and go for a ride when Muħammad Imrān said,

“Pulling over.”

His words and the slowing car brought Al Ħabībah Al Imrān back to reality like a cold shower.

A reality that Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock and about to willingly ride me.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān let go of my cock and to Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s surprise, I didn’t put my cock away, as we rolled to a stop at a small town gas station.

Muħammad Imrān said, “Five minute stop,” as he exited.

“Two minute snack,” I said, opening the door, and ordering, “suck me, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān gasped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wanted to suck me, but couldn’t believe I wanted Al Ħabībah Al Imrān to here, even though Muħammad Imrān had conveniently parked in a secluded spot.

“Hurry up, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I ordered, “we only have time for an appetizer.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly got out of the car, overwhelmed with insatiable hunger and lust, turned around, and demanded, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān lowered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī beautiful young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth onto my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, “Watch for the damn fool.”

“Yes, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I groaned, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān took most of my Uncut Hindu Cock in Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s beautiful Musalmān mouth.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed quickly.
Al Ħabībah Al Imrān would have liked to savor sucking my cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān loved to worship the Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, but time was of the essence.

So Al Ħabībah Al Imrān furiously bobbed up and down, enjoying the groans coming from my mouth.

“I’m close, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān,” I warned and Al Ħabībah Al Imrān bobbed faster making it clear I had permission to cum in my new live in relationship partner, her mouth.

Then suddenly I said,

“Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān! Muħammad Imrān!”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān quickly left and saw Muħammad Imrān with a small bag.

I asked,

“You have to pee, don’t you?”

“You know me,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, as Al Ħabībah Al Imrān headed into the gas station and to the washroom.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān looked in the mirror.

What was coming over her?

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had no answer to the question.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān sucked me in a gas station parking lot and was seconds from swallowing my load.

For someone who wasn’t really a risk taker, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had ridden me to orgasm in the backseat of the car while Muħammad Imrān drove, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had sucked and swallowed my load on a secluded hiking trail and just now sucked me.

And I likely wanted her to finish what Al Ħabībah Al Imrān started when we were back on the road.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān returned to the car.

Both men were already in the car.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān repositioned again on my lap, my Uncut Hindu Cock was already out and looking like it was expecting to get some tender loving care.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān moved back on the same right leg Al Ħabībah Al Imrān was on before we stopped.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān liked being able to keep an eye on Muħammad Imrān and me.

As soon as we were back on the highway, I pointed back to my Cock.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān wordlessly reached over and began stroking it, even as Muħammad Imrān had a conversation with me.

“So about seventy miles and then we will stop for dinner and a hotel,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“Sounds good,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān said, again with a double meaning, “I’ll be starving by then, I may even have to have a nice juicy T-bone.”

“Me too,” Muħammad Imrān suggested, which Al Ħabībah Al Imrān had to bite Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s lip to not laugh.

“What about you, Durgesh, what are you hungry for?” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, giving me a look that spoke volumes.

I moved my hand underneath Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s dress again and responded, my eyes never leaving hers,

“Oh, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān, I was hoping for the ultimate.”

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān tried to change the topic,

“Did you book us a hotel yet?”

Muħammad Imrān, never the planner, shrugged,

“Nope.”

Feeling a rush of exhilaration at chatting with Muħammad Imrān while simultaneously stroking my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked, “Shouldn’t we?”

“There will be space,” Muħammad Imrān blindly believed.

“Okay,” Al Ħabībah Al Imrān shrugged, Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s focus at the moment was on My cock.

“Looking forward to living on your own, Durgesh?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“I’m going to have a roommate,” I pointed out.

“Oh, right,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, “are you looking forward to meeting her?”*

“Al Ħabībah Al Imrān I guess,” I responded, distracted by the way Al Ħabībah Al Imrān’s fingers traced around my mushroom top.

“Hopefully you get along,” Muħammad Imrān continued, trying to keep the dying conversation going.

Al Ħabībah Al Imrān asked,

“Who couldn’t love our sweet Durgesh?”

“Yes, I’m pretty much irresistible,” I quipped.

“Is that a good thing?” Muħammad Imrān questioned.

“Sometimes,” I answered.

Chapter 4

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 2

Muħammad Imrān nodded,

“Okay,”

He turned the radio back up as another eighties tune.

Bryan Adam’s ‘Summer of 69’, began.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; still in complete shock that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was buried deep in her.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there.

The urge to ride my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was growing with every second inside her.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there wondering what I was going to do next.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; secretly wishing I would take more control.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there; worried that if I did take control Ħabībah Imrān would be unable to hide the obvious reality that we were committing Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse just inches away from Muħammad Imrān.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there and enjoyed the ride, every bump in the road creating a new pleasure, as my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock would rise up inside her.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s will power not to moan, not to alert Muħammad Imrān to the Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse adultery Ħabībah Imrān was willingly committing with me.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was frustrated that I who had been so brazen to slide my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock in her, was now just sitting there reading my kindle as if my Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t buried deep in my Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Sex Box.

Ħabībah Imrān just sat there for over half an hour doing nothing but allowing herself to be teased like crazy, albeit enjoying my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock nonstop into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not just to give in the insatiable hunger to ride my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower not to moan on every bump on the highway, especially when Muħammad Imrān occasionally hit the warning bumps making Ħabībah Imrān’s body tremble and her pussy quake.

Ħabībah Imrān had to use all Ħabībah Imrān’s willpower to not grind on my Uncut Hindu Cock to get herself off, the teasing of a cock in her and not doing anything driving Ħabībah Imrān nuts.

Muħammad Imrān startled Ħabībah Imrān.

Her head clouded, when Muħammad Imrān announced,

“Twelve miles to the next stop.”

This seemed to make me finally take control.

I began slowly to lift Ħabībah Imrān up and down on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān clenched her teeth to make sure she didn’t moan as a mixture of emotions went through Ħabībah Imrān.

Excitement at me finally taking control.

Humiliation at the fact Ħabībah Imrān was excited that I was taking control.

Pleasure as the slow fucking coursed through every pore of Ħabībah Imrān’s being.

Frustration that I wasn’t fucking Ħabībah Imrān hard like Ħabībah Imrān liked it, yet knowing there was no way that was a good idea.

Guilt as Ħabībah Imrān was allowing me to fuck her.

Theoretically, when my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was lodged in her, Ħabībah Imrān hadn’t let me fuck her.

Ħabībah Imrān had only allowed me to penetrate her.

Ħabībah Imrān knew it was a technicality, but it was all Ħabībah Imrān had left to grasp to… And now even that was gone.

I let go of her hips, giving the decision to Ħabībah Imrān herself.

This was Ħabībah Imrān’s chance to stop this.

To lift Ħabībah Imrān’s body up and allow my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock to slip out of Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Musalmān Cunt. To take control of this bizarre situation.

And Ħabībah Imrān did take control.

Although not as a Ħabībah Imrān, but as a horny Sex Obsessed Sex Addict.

Ħabībah Imrān continued the slow motion riding that I had been controlling.

Suddenly, it wasn’t I forcing Ħabībah Imrān to ride me, it was Ħabībah Imrān willingly riding me… although slowly, which only compounded Ħabībah Imrān’s frustration as Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān would never get off like this.

Ħabībah Imrān needed to bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock hard.

Ħabībah Imrān needed to ride it fast.

Ħabībah Imrān needed it slamming into me. Ħabībah Imrān didn’t make love, Ħabībah Imrān fucked.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t do any of those without giving away completely the shocking truth of what we were doing.

Suddenly her phone, which Ħabībah Imrān had put on vibrate, buzzed in her hand.

Ħabībah Imrān looked at it.

‘Fuck, Ħabībah Imrān.

I love you, Ħabībah Imrān.’

Reading those words… reading the most sweet, endearing term for being Ħabībah Imrān… and Ħabībah Imrān was a mess.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny that Ħabībah Imrān felt something so powerful as my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock slowly filled her, as Ħabībah Imrān stared at those words.

Ħabībah Imrān loved me too.

And this… this… whatever this was… only enhanced Ħabībah Imrān’s love for me.

Ħabībah Imrān convinced herself that this wasn’t wrong!

How could something wrong feel so right?

Ħabībah Imrān was making me happy, which is the goal of every Ħabībah Imrān… every Ħabībah Imrān.

Ħabībah Imrān struggled to text me too.

Ħabībah Imrān loves you too, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.

Another text.

I’m going to come in you, Ħabībah Imrān.

Another text:

Just ride me a bit faster, Ħabībah Imrān.

Another text:

Please, Ħabībah Imrān!

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to make me happy.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to get me off.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to feel my Hindu cum shoot inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

So….

Ħabībah Imrān began riding me faster, grabbing the back of Muħammad Imrān’s seat slyly for support.

Ħabībah Imrān didn’t bounce on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock like Ħabībah Imrān desperately wanted to do, but Ħabībah Imrān did move faster and did Ħabībah Imrān’s expert move that always got Muħammad Imrān off, as Ħabībah Imrān tightened Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt muscles around my stiff Uncut Hindu Dick.

And as it worked for Muħammad Imrān, it worked for me., as Ħabībah Imrān felt my Hindu cum suddenly fill Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

Ħabībah Imrān let out an uncontrollable moan, made worse by the fact that her head was leaning on the side of the chair just inches from Muħammad Imrān.

“You okay?” Muħammad Imrān asked again.

“Just really need to pee,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as I continued spewing inside her and Ħabībah Imrān milked me for all Ħabībah Imrān could.

“A couple of minutes,” he promised.

“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, leaning up, before adding the double entendre, “much longer and I may explode.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Ħabībah Imrān,” Muħammad Imrān said, knowing from years of travelling that when Ħabībah Imrān said Ħabībah Imrān had to pee… Ħabībah Imrān had to pee.

I began bucking her ass up, fucking Ħabībah Imrān now, making her tremble and gasp,

“Allah! Oh, God.”

“The car stop is in two miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, pointing to a sign.

“So close,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, again a double meaning to Ħabībah Imrān’s words, as Ħabībah Imrān desperately tried to come without screaming and before we reached the car stop.

I kept pumping my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, not super-fast, or enough to make slapping sounds, but enough to have Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm building.

Ħabībah Imrān could feel the rush rising in her, knowing the inevitable eruption was close, when Ħabībah Imrān saw the one mile sign.

Urgency overwhelming her, Ħabībah Imrān had to have an orgasm, Ħabībah Imrān moved away from Muħammad Imrān, leaned back and began riding My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock herself, while moving her hand to her clit.

Ħabībah Imrān was thankful the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear the sounds of sex behind him as Ħabībah Imrān bounced on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, desperate to orgasm.

Ħabībah Imrān could see the car stop in the distance, closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and rode and rubbed… and erupted.

“Allah! God,” Ħabībah Imrān moaned loudly, holding onto the word long enough that Ħabībah Imrān assumed, Muħammad Imrān would know Ħabībah Imrān was coming right behind him.

Ħabībah Imrān was unable to not open her mouth as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm hit me like a thunderstorm, Ħabībah Imrān’s cum gushing out of me and onto My cock and lap as Ħabībah Imrān again grabbed the driver’s seat and pulled up,

My Uncut Hindu Cock finally exiting Ħabībah Imrān’s overheated Musalmān Cunt.

Thankfully, such a thought never occurred to Muħammad Imrān.

Why would it?

Ħabībah Imrān was in the backseat with me, as Muħammad Imrān said, clearly worried about Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder, “Thirty seconds, honey.”

“Okay,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly replied, as Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm ripped through her like a tornado.

Ħabībah Imrān could feel me fumbling underneath her, likely putting my Uncut Hindu Cock, which Ħabībah Imrān just realized Ħabībah Imrān still hadn’t actually seen, away.

Ħabībah Imrān just closed Ħabībah Imrān’s eyes and allowed the tornado of pleasure to spin through her, an orgasm as intense as any Ħabībah Imrān had ever experienced.

Partly because my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s; partly because of the taboo fact Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh himself; and partly because of the crazy reality Ħabībah Imrān had just fucked me in a car with Muħammad Imrān inches away, driving it.

Poor Muħammad Imrān.

He didn’t know what happened right behind himself.

When Muħammad Imrān pulled in and stopped, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm wasn’t complete.

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān had to look urgent, like Ħabībah Imrān could pee Herself at any Moment, so Ħabībah Imrān opened the door, more of Ħabībah Imrān’s cum leaking down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg, and got out of the car, glancing back to see me smiling at her, my package safe and sound in my shorts… although a very clear stain of evidence visible if Muħammad Imrān was to investigate.

Ħabībah Imrān scurried into the washroom, the guilt and shame of Ħabībah Imrān’s indiscretion and Ashvinātam Sexual Intercourse act suddenly hitting her like the summer heat.

I… had… just… had… sex… with… the ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, Durgesh, himself!

In… our… car!

With… Ħabībah Imrān’s… apparently oblivious Musalmān husband… inches… away!

Allah! Oh… my… God!

I… am… the… worst… Ħabībah Imrān… ever!

Worse yet!

It was amazing!

Ħabībah Imrān may have been a bad wife, but Ħabībah Imrān was a very good Bahū Bégum!

Ħabībah Imrān got to the washroom and for the second time today Ħabībah Imrān wiped our cum off her legs.

What had come over her?

Why did Ħabībah Imrān let me do that to her?

Ħabībah Imrān could blame the confined space, but truthfully, nothing stopped her from pushing me out of her.

Fuck!

Suddenly, I texted her:

That was amazing, Ħabībah Imrān.

Fuck!

Ħabībah Imrān texted back, Ħabībah Imrān’s orgasm finally subsiding, as a wife:

That can’t happen again!!!

I didn’t respond.

So as Ħabībah Imrān finished cleaning up, Ħabībah Imrān texted again:

I’m serious!

I again ignored the text.

Ħabībah Imrān calmed down physically and suddenly realized Ħabībah Imrān was feeling completely dehydrated after the work out.

Ħabībah Imrān left the washroom and saw Muħammad Imrān and me chatting as we waited for her at a booth.

We ate lunch and although Ħabībah Imrān was anxiety riddled the entire time, I apparently had a poker face as I showed no inkling of what had transpired.

Ħabībah Imrān, on the other hand, had the guilt written all over her face.

Twice Muħammad Imrān asked if Ħabībah Imrān was okay.

Ħabībah Imrān just feigned hunger.

After lunch, and a lot of water, we prepared to continue the drive.

Muħammad Imrān had gassed up while Ħabībah Imrān was in the washroom, so we were ready to go.

Again, Ħabībah Imrān’s trepidation overwhelmed me.

Now what? How could Ħabībah Imrān sit on my lap again?

Yet, Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t say anything and there was literally no alternative.

So, Ħabībah Imrān did.

Although this time, once the door was closed, Ħabībah Imrān positioned herself leaning against the door and stretched Ħabībah Imrān’s legs in between the two front seats.

Her pussy was impenetrable in this position.

Ħabībah Imrān had found the Fort Knox of pussy protection.

And for an hour, it worked.

I read a new book and Ħabībah Imrān read the other new book.

Interestingly, Ħabībah Imrān and I had a lot of common interests, including being avid leaders and both having the same favorite author even.

Sit in any one position for a straight hour, though, and the bum becomes numb.

Yet, even though Ħabībah Imrān was clearly uncomfortable Ħabībah Imrān didn’t reposition Herself, although Ħabībah Imrān did begin to squirm a bit.

Suddenly, my hand rested on Ħabībah Imrān’s knee, Ħabībah Imrān’s dress hiked up enough to show a fair amount of leg for me.

It didn’t move up, just rested there like a constant tease… a constant reminder.

I did move my hand to flip the pages every couple of minutes, although I didn’t try to move higher when I returned my hand.

I seemed oblivious to the impact it was having on Ħabībah Imrān, a constant distraction, even though it wouldn’t have phased her at all a few hours ago.

“How you guys doing back there?” Muħammad Imrān asked, a few minutes later.

“Ħabībah Imrān’s bum is numb,” Ħabībah Imrān joked, although it was the truth.

“A tourist stop in three miles,” Muħammad Imrān said, “let’s pull over and take a little hike.”

“Sounds good,” Ħabībah Imrān said.

“Yeah, Ħabībah Imrān, I could use a stretch,” I agreed, looking at Ħabībah Imrān for the first time in the entire drive.

Ħabībah Imrān quickly looked away, like Ħabībah Imrān was in grade seven and waiting for a boy to check yes or no on a note.

What had come over Ħabībah Imrān?

Even though Ħabībah Imrān had told me it couldn’t happen again.

Even though I seemed to be respecting Ħabībah Imrān’s assertion.

Ħabībah Imrān suddenly felt insecure and annoyed that I was ignoring her… Ħabībah Imrān felt fifteen again.

Ħabībah Imrān just stared out the opposite window for the next few minutes until we slowed down.

Once stopped, Ħabībah Imrān shifted around as Ħabībah Imrān’s back was at the door.

As Ħabībah Imrān did, Ħabībah Imrān’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy again rested briefly on my Uncut Hindu Cock, my again hard Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān’s first thought was ‘how long has I been hard?’

Ħabībah Imrān’s second thought was ‘why was it hard?’

Ħabībah Imrān’s third thought was ‘How many times could he get it up?”

Ħabībah Imrān’s fourth thought was ‘What the hell is wrong with me?’

Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.

Ħabībah Imrān stretched, thankful to be out in the fresh air… even if it was fucking hot and muggy.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“So do you guys want to go for a hike?”

“How long?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.

I walked over to the map and said,

“There are two trails. One is a mile, the other is three.”

“A mile sure, three in this heat, no way,” Ħabībah Imrān answered.

Muħammad Imrān said,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I need to take a lengthy washroom break, why don’t you two go alone?”

Chapter 3

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Flowers never weigh

Chapter 1

By the time the car was loaded, there was only room for two people.

A driver and someone sitting in the back seat behind the driver.

Muħammad Imrān tried to reshuffle the luggage, but there was simply too much stuff.

Ħabībah Imrān finally suggested,

“Durgesh and Ħabībah Imrān could squeeze back there together.”

“For sixteen hours?” Muħammad Imrān asked.

“Well, we will likely have to take more rest stops,” Ħabībah Imrān shrugged.

“Based on your small bladder, that will be the situation regardless,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, always annoyed by how often Ħabībah Imrān made him stop.

He was a put the pedal to the metal kind of person, while Ħabībah Imrān’s bladder was a stop and smell the roses type of bladder.

Ħabībah Imrān turned to me.

We both were slim.

“Can you handle sixteen hours cramped beside your friend’s Bahū Bégum, Ħabībah Imrān?”

“Sixteen hours only?” Ħabībah Imrān smiled cunningly, “If she is ready Ħabībah Imrān can spend my entire life with her.”

Muħammad Imrān retorted,

“Nonsense, Ħabībah Imrān is your Bahū Bégum too. My Abbū is your friend, he claims. To the extent he deputed you to represent himself always as far as my matters are concerned. He still hates me despite Ammī has taken an oath with her right hand on Al Qur’an Al Karīm that you aren’t my real father.”

“My son can’t be an Islamic State of Iraq and Syria agent.” Ħabībah Imrān said curtly.

“They can’t prove it ever. Your Naréndr Modī is anti-Muslim.”

“You could never prove your charges against Naréndr Modī, nevertheless you are anti Naréndr Modī is proved by yourself.”

“Be careful with that attitude,” Ħabībah Imrān shot back playfully. “You’re stuck with me for sixteen hours.”

Ħabībah Imrān should note it was a very hot August day and Ħabībah Imrān was wearing a sundress for the drive to stay as comfortable as possible.

We all did one more pee check, which Ħabībah Imrān, of course, did, and Ħabībah Imrān and Ħabībah Imrān squeezed into the spot made for one.

Muħammad Imrān asked, using sarcasm too, “Comfy?”

My elbow poking Ħabībah Imrān’s breast, Ħabībah Imrān quipped,

“Like a cow on a train.”

I smiled, shifting more, which led to even more pressure on Ħabībah Imrān’s left breast.

We were just out of the city, half an hour later, when Ħabībah Imrān said, “This isn’t working.”

“You don’t like being a sardine?” I asked, as I stopped reading on my IPad, like Ħabībah Imrān too was trying to do, the kindle app the only app really worth owning.

“Not particularly,” Ħabībah Imrān nodded, as Ħabībah Imrān moved and suggested, “Maybe Ħabībah Imrān can just sit on your lap for a while.”

“Okay,” I nodded.

Ħabībah Imrān moved onto my lap and sighed,

“Now that is much better.”

“Agreed,” I said, smiling cunningly.

Muħammad Imrān didn’t approve of it.

Nevertheless, he controlled himself.

His extremely beautiful young Musalmān wife was sitting on my Hindu male lap.

He could never believe it was as platonic as his wife was feigning it to be.

Muħammad Imrān could never believe my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock wasn’t erect, and Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t enjoying it between her heavy beautiful Musalmān buttocks.

Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t so innocent.

Neither was I.

“I’m not too heavy on you, am I?” Ħabībah Imrān asked.

At thirty-six, Ħabībah Imrān was still in great shape.

Ħabībah Imrān was slim with big breasts, a firm Musalmān ass and legs.

Selling real estate Ħabībah Imrān knew that Ħabībah Imrān’s looks played a key role in Ħabībah Imrān’s sales.

Sex sells, always has, always will.

So Ħabībah Imrān dressed in professional, but sexy business suits or dresses with nylons and four-inch heels.

Ħabībah Imrān’s 38d natural Musalmān breasts always were showcased as I’m pretty sure they helped her close more deals then the actual real estate Ħabībah Imrān was selling.

“Certainly not, my dear,” I answered, shifting slightly, “Flowers don’t weigh ever.”

She laughed at me.

Muħammad Imrān again controlled himself.

He knew he couldn’t do anything else.

Ħabībah Imrān was a sexiest woman.

Muħammad Imrān could never satisfy her sexually.

He suspected Ħabībah Imrān was fucking me clandestinely.

Nevertheless, Muħammad Imrān could not afford to divorce her.

She was an immensely successful Business Woman.

Muħammad Imrān needed her money immensely.

As we drove, after a few minutes Ħabībah Imrān noticed two things:

1. Wearing a dress was a bad idea as Ħabībah Imrān was now sitting on My lap, Ħabībah Imrān’s thin thong the only thing stopping Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān vagina from being directly on me.

2. My Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock was hard and placed directly under Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān vagina.

Ħabībah Imrān had complimented me frequently on my summer reformation.

Yet now, as we drove on a bumpy section of road that was under construction, Ħabībah Imrān realized I was indeed a man as Ħabībah Imrān could feel my definitely erect Uncut Hindu Cock directly under her.

With each bump my Hindu hardness rubbed Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy which, even though Ħabībah Imrān tried to control Herself, got her wet.

Ħabībah Imrān considered moving, but was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān acted as if she could feel my Hindu erection.

So, instead, Ħabībah Imrān tried to control the bouncing by putting her hands on the top of the seat in front of her.

Yet for about ten minutes, which felt like an eternity, my Hindu hard-on, trapped in my shorts, rubbed against Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Finally, the road smoothed and now my hard Uncut Hindu Cock just rested directly underneath Ħabībah Imrān’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Ħabībah Imrān knew Ħabībah Imrān should move, yet Ħabībah Imrān still seemed frozen in place.

Partly, because Ħabībah Imrān was worried Ħabībah Imrān would embarrass me if Ħabībah Imrān moved and partly, undeniably, it felt good in the position Ħabībah Imrān was in.

For twenty minutes, Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy rested on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock , which never shrunk, while talking to Muħammad Imrān as much as Ħabībah Imrān could to distract her from the awkward situation Ħabībah Imrān was in.

Finally, Ħabībah Imrān saw an upcoming rest stop and suggested we stop.

Just as Muħammad Imrān slowed down, Ħabībah Imrān felt the firm flinching of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It flinched three times, each time lifting up ever so slightly into Ħabībah Imrān’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy lips.

Ħabībah Imrān accidentally moaned.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“You okay?”

“I just need to stretch,” Ħabībah Imrān answered, Ħabībah Imrān’s face burning red at the reality that Ħabībah Imrān was getting horny from sitting on me.

“Ħabībah Imrān, I could grab a drink,” Muħammad Imrān nodded, as he pulled into the car stop.

“Me too,” Ħabībah Imrān agreed, suddenly feeling a bit dehydrated.

Once he rolled to a stop, Ħabībah Imrān joked to me,

“Durgesh, I imagine you are dying for a break, too.”

“No, Ħabībah Imrān, I was enjoying the ride,” I answered, yet my tone didn’t imply any sort of sexual innuendo that could have accompanied those words.

Ħabībah Imrān’s already flushed face went a shade redder as Ħabībah Imrān opened the door and got out.

She was not sure if Ħabībah Imrān’s face could go any redder, but as I got out and stood up two things were apparent:

1. My Hindu erection poking out if my shorts.

2. A wet spot that was undoubtedly from me.

Ħabībah Imrān turned away and headed to the washroom mortified that Ħabībah Imrān’s Musalmān pussy juice was on my shorts.

Once inside, Ħabībah Imrān pulled her panties down and couldn’t believe how wet they actually were.

Now Ħabībah Imrān should note Ħabībah Imrān got wet easily and was quite a flooder when Ħabībah Imrān got off.

Ħabībah Imrān also had a ferocious sexual appetite that Muħammad Imrān could seldom feed completely… thus Ħabībah Imrān had a variety of sex toys to finish the job he often couldn’t complete.

Ħabībah Imrān had a we-vibe, a couple vibrators, anal beads, a butterfly toy that Ħabībah Imrān could wear while out, which was in Her purse, and Ħabībah Imrān’s newest purchase acquisition, a massage vibe… which was literally orgasmic.

Deciding Ħabībah Imrān needed to quell Ħabībah Imrān’s burning Musalmān Cunt, Ħabībah Imrān leaned against the wall in a stall and began pleasuring herself.

Not surprisingly, the half hour plus of accidental teasing had her already revved up and Ħabībah Imrān came in no time at all.

Her pussy juice leaked down Ħabībah Imrān’s leg and Ħabībah Imrān awkwardly cleaned herself up with toilet paper.

Once recovered, Ħabībah Imrān also wiped her panties.

Ħabībah Imrān tried to make them less damp.

But after putting them on all Ħabībah Imrān could still feel was her humiliating wetness.

Usually, Ħabībah Imrān loved sex.

Ħabībah Imrān loved coming, but the constant reminder by Ħabībah Imrān’s wet panties that my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock had got her horny was too much and Ħabībah Imrān took them back off.

Instead, Ħabībah Imrān put the sexy wet thong in her purse, and went to the sink to wash her hands and legs.

Unfortunately, a mother with her child were there and all Ħabībah Imrān could do was wash her hands thoroughly to hide the scent of Ħabībah Imrān’s own cum.

Leaving the washroom, Ħabībah Imrān decided there was no way Ħabībah Imrān would sit back on my lap, instead, deciding we would have to persevere squished side by side.

Ħabībah Imrān purchased a coke and a bag of chips and headed back outside.

‘Fuck’, Ħabībah Imrān sighed as the summer heat pounded on us.

It was a fucking sauna out there.

Ħabībah Imrān planned to try to get more panties from the suitcase, but decided not to, how was Ħabībah Imrān going to explain that?

Muħammad Imrān and I were leaning on the car, chatting; when Ħabībah Imrān walked over.

“So, under fourteen hours left,” Muħammad Imrān quipped, with a playful smile.

I added,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s going to be a tight ride.”

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t tell for sure, maybe it was just the self-conscious part of her, but I seemed to stress the word ‘tight’.

Ħabībah Imrān joked, realizing only after Ħabībah Imrān said it that it only added to the innuendo if I was implying any,

“Yes, it is some quality our bonding.”

“Well, it’s you two back there the whole drive,” Muħammad Imrān added. “No way can Ħabībah Imrān fit back there with anybody.”

That was true.

Muħammad Imrān was a bigger man and there was no way Ħabībah Imrān or I would fit side by side or on my lap.

Nope, Ħabībah Imrān still had just under fourteen hours with me in the backseat.

The next few without any underwear.

Allah.

I got back in the car first and patted my lap.

Ħabībah Imrān was supposed to go in first and suggested,

“Shouldn’t we try to be side by side?”

“It’s okay, Ħabībah Imrān,” I said, patting my lap again.

“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked, knowing Ħabībah Imrān wasn’t wearing any panties and her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was still slightly damp… the aftermath dribble of a good orgasm.

“Side by side is too tight,” I replied.

“But I’ll crush your legs,” Ħabībah Imrān pointed out, desperate to avoid sitting on my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock again… having apparently enjoyed it too much the first time.

I shrugged,

“Oh Ħabībah Imrān, you’re light. I’ve already said, ‘Flowers never weigh’. Haven’t I?”

“You sure?” Ħabībah Imrān asked again, still tentative, as Ħabībah Imrān looked down and could still see the remnants of a stain on my shorts as well as the clear outline of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock … which, at least, no longer looked to be completely erect.

“Ħabībah Imrān, it’s not hard at all,” he answered, my word choice odd.

Naughty Ħabībah Imrān also wanted to respond, ‘but it likely will be’, but the good Ħabībah Imrān in her responded,

“If you’re sure Ħabībah Imrān won’t smother you.”

I shrugged,

“Ħabībah Imrān, I can handle whatever you give me.”

So Ħabībah Imrān sat back on my lap, my words again dripping with possible innuendo, this time moving more onto my leg and avoiding my crotch.

For half an hour, Ħabībah Imrān sat in that spot as we continued driving. Then suddenly Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I stated, while lifting her up slightly,

“We need to change positions.”

When I lowered her back down, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was again directly on my indeed again stiff Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t help but let out a slight moan as Ħabībah Imrān’s naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy felt the pressure against it.

For the next half hour, even though the road was smooth, Ħabībah Imrān kept feeling my Uncut Hindu Cock seem to flinch, which made Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy tremble and get excessively wet.

Muħammad Imrān asked,

“Comfortable back there?”

I said,

“It’s tight, Muħammad Imrān, but good.”

Ħabībah Imrān gasped as, while I said this, Ħabībah Imrān felt three clear movements of my Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock.

“You okay, Ħabībah Imrān?” Muħammad Imrān asked, as Ħabībah Imrān felt her wetness leak out of her slightly.

“I’m good,” Ħabībah Imrān responded.

Ħabībah Imrān wanted to move, but knew without that a doubt Ħabībah Imrān had created more wetness on My crotch and if Ħabībah Imrān moved it would be clearly noticeable… being able to have multiple orgasms had always been a great benefit to her, but at the Moment it was Ħabībah Imrān’s kryptonite.

“Next stop is almost an hour away,” Muħammad Imrān said.

“No worries,” Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to be causal.

I added,

“Yeah, although it’s getting hot back here.”

“The air is on full,” Muħammad Imrān said, and Ħabībah Imrān indeed wasn’t overly hot, except down below.

This time my words were definitely implied innuendo. I was flirting with Ħabībah Imrān.

“Ħabībah Imrān, I think it’s Ħabībah Imrān’s body on mine,” I said, as I again flicked my Uncut Hindu Cock directly against Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy… the intent now definitely clear.

My words also had two very different meanings.

After another minute, I asked,

“Can you turn the radio up?”

“If I do, I won’t be able to talk with you, I barely can hear you now,” Muħammad Imrān responded.

“That’s okay,” I said, “we’ll let you drive and rock out to your eighties tunes.”

“It’s the eye of the tiger,” Muħammad Imrān sang, as he turned up the radio to the survivor tune.

I was on my phone. Suddenly her phone vibrated.

It was in her purse, so Ħabībah Imrān reached down and in doing so Ħabībah Imrān ground her pussy on my very hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ħabībah Imrān couldn’t deny it…

Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly aroused.

Ħabībah Imrān grabbed her phone and moved back again, unable to not grind Ħabībah Imrān’s very wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy on me again and saw the text was mine.

Perplexed, Ħabībah Imrān clicked on it.

Why are you not wearing panties?

Ħabībah Imrān gasped again.

Although this time, the music was too loud for Muħammad Imrān to hear it.

Ħabībah Imrān didn’t know what to say.

A second message followed.

Why are you so wet?

Ħabībah Imrān still didn’t know what to say.

Ħabībah Imrān was paralyzed with indecision.

Obviously, Ħabībah Imrān should stop this inappropriate talk in its tracks. Yet, Ħabībah Imrān was incredibly horny, and she was not thinking like a wife but as a wanton woman.

As Ħabībah Imrān stared at her phone, shocked by my brazen words, and yet equally turned on, Ħabībah Imrān was startled as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lifted her up.

Ħabībah Imrān leaned up slightly on the driver’s seat, bumping Muħammad Imrān’s chair.

Muħammad Imrān looked back and Ħabībah Imrān said, trying to act casual even as Ħabībah Imrān’s mind was mush,

“Sorry, just changing positions.”

“Sorry about this,” Muħammad Imrān apologized.

“It is what it is,” Ħabībah Imrān replied, as Ħabībah Imrān felt my hands on her hips as I lowered her back down on my lap and…onto my Uncut Hindu Cock!

Ħabībah Imrān yelped in surprise and Muħammad Imrān asked, as he turned down the radio,

“You okay?”

“Yes, I just got poked,” Ħabībah Imrān weakly responded, unable to not say something naughty, an amazing pleasure coursing through Ħabībah Imrān as My, Anant Muslimātchod Uncut Hindu Cock, which felt bigger than Muħammad Imrān’s, was buried in Ħabībah Imrān, my hands firmly on Her hips holding her in place.

Chapter 2

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It must be respected

Chapter 3

I felt it quite natural when a woman found her ways of sexuality to be discovered in a new aspect or to find the way of releasing the so long suppressed tension, the freedom made her not a slut, not a slut in real sense of the term.

So was with Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat and with the meek and mild, introvert, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.

I made love to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat all the night.

We were gasping for breath after each fuck.

We soaked in sweat; the bed sheet was all wet.

We once changed the sheet and took a shower.

She cleaned my sticky Hindu Semen out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, soaped me and I cleaned her.

We came back, all naked, and she offered me a juice.

Her husband kept costly wines and juices in the refrigerator.

She often took a sip or two when alone.

Her husband also asked her to join as he drank once a week.

She liked vodka.

I loved the sight, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pouring drink, adding ice and we sipped together lying on the bed.

She was leaning against my muscular Hindu male chest and I was stroking her beautiful young Musalmān boobs, twisting the nipples in my thumb and forefinger.

She felt ready as soon as the drink was over.

We started, this time I was lying on the bed on back and she was riding me.

She enjoyed the wildest sex ever, the way she had always dreamt but never experienced.

We slept little that night.

In the morning, she felt shame when she got up late at nine o’clock.

I was still sleeping and my Uncut Hindu Dick was hard again.

She lowered her lips, took my entire Hindu shaft in her thirty years old, extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and started to suck it as she had seen in the blue Films.

She was dying for the taste of my hot Hindu semen in her ardent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

As she began to suck, it made me awake.

I took Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s head with both hands and she raised her eyes not stopping.

She looked in my eyes and continued sucking.

I began to groan,

“What are you doing, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat?”

“I’m sucking the Uncut Hindu Cock that has made me a real woman last night, and I want to suck it till it feeds me the hot Hindu semen in the morning.”

I felt like heaven, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat giving me the incredible morning blowjob.

As I came in her mouth, I sensed she also came with me.

She sucked the load, lapped all that was flowing through her lips and mouth and she lay on the bed exhausted.

We started in the missionary position and I came inside her in the morning.

She also came furiously with me.

As the pleasant feeling was over, she hurried.

It was time her house cleaner to come.

She dressed in her nightgown, gathered her frock from last night, gave me the t-shirt and pant I was wearing and urged me to rush back to my room.

We realized, we had not even locked the roof-top entrance, neither did I locked my room.

I rushed back and found everything all right.

She came upstairs after an hour.

She was wearing a silken sari and a sleeveless blouse.

She looked amazing in the green sari.

Her make- up was deep, deep red lipstick and blushers made her a Ħūr.

She stood on the door; lifting one hand holding the door, the other was on her waist.

The sari was lowered more than usual, revealing her fair tummy and the deep naval in full view.

She crooked her head to one side, and blinked one eye, impishly.

I could hardly control myself.

I rushed to her, began kissing and caressing her breasts under cover.

She began moaning.

I led her to my table, lowered her on the table, she held the table bending upon it, while standing legs apart.

I was on her back and had already tugged up the sari to her waist.

She looked back and found me on my knees, my hands parting her ass cheeks.

She urged,

“Oh, Durgesh, please, start fucking. I had grown so hot and horny.”

I stood.

She was panting.

I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock from behind and thrusting her head on the table in one hand and catching her slander waist with the other, I began to fuck her furiously.

She caught her sari and petticoat with both hands up to her waist as I fucked.

She groaned loud,

“Oh Durgesh, my Anant Muslimātchod Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu Piyā ! Fuck me, fuck me hard, and make me your own. I want you to come in my Musalmān Pussy, make me a mother now. I want your baby to come out of my fucking Musalmān Pussy.”

This made me more excited.

I began to pump furiously.

With the groaning and thumping, we came together.

I bent upon her and she whispered,

“Come on, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover, do you like fucking Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat? Do you like to fuck her to make her pregnant? I know you like it. I want to be a mother of your baby, and I am serious. I am on the fertility period. I am damn sure you have already done it for us infinite beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

We kissed long and made love again, this time on my own bed.

We did it on other beds, in the dining room after the meal and in the bathroom and on the open terrace at night.

She had never felt so sexy before.

The two days were short for us and we wanted more but her family came back.

Yet, at night, after the others had gone to sleep, I came down.

We made wild sex the whole night.

She felt sad when her husband arrived.

But the days were our time, her family going to the shop and her husband to office.

Her son was in the school.

She told me after a few days, that her period had stopped this month, which meant, I had made her pregnant.

We made wilder sex than before and now she squirts a lot.

She had grown an addict.

She told me that she had convinced her husband to fuck her at nights, and let me come inside, so that she could act as a faithful wife.

While saying, she laughed at her husband’s innocence, inability to fuck her so wild.

He had a cock, and he could even continue for at least five minutes.

But she loved me.

While fucking with her husband, she used to think of me, replacing her husband even.

We had been enjoying sex for more than two months, and we had experienced every possible position of love-making as she had seen in porn even.

After we came together, we even experimented on positions.

She had become a real sex addict of me.
She was already two-months pregnant.

I rubbed my hand on her belly; it had not yet started to reveal the bumps.

Her husband knew that she was pregnant and asked her to evacuate.

Being a mother at this age would be embarrassing, he thought.

But she was determined to be a mother again.

She told her husband, being a mother meant their love and marriage to revive from the cold stores.

She laughed when she said all these to her utmost experienced Hindu lover, Durgesh.

I deserved a prize, to be the father of her son.

I had made a real woman out of her.

She was like a ghost before.

I made her alive, alive in sex and in every way. She could not stop loving Durgesh.

She could not dream losing me.

She begged me to shad her.

I said,

“Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I love you hairy. I love the bush and the hairy thighs of my beloved woman, and love her all hairy.”

“I know, but I really need it once. The hairy feelings were making me dim, and I want a change. My husband is desperate too. And I am sure; you will love the hairless look. Even my husband wants all my pubic hairs clean once.”

“Hairless?”

“I’m more than sure. Come on, do it for our illicit sex affair and our forthcoming child.”

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was excited.

She never dreamt of emerging a pure sex addict of me.

We made love the whole afternoon and she was still ready for the shad.

I promised it for the other day.

I thought, as the day will pass, she would dismiss the idea of shaving hairless.

As her husband left for office and her son was sent to school, she prepared herself.

She kissed me wet and deep and I caressed her body wrapped under sari and sleeveless blouse.

She was moaning.

I urged her to position herself as a bitch on the floor.

She did it immediately.

I tugged her sari from her back, making my way.

I fucked her from the back, brushing her thick pubic and rubbing her clit.

She came twice and I came in her.

As she stood up, I saw, my sticky Hindu juice was running down.

Now when I looked at Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūbs, I felt lonely.

The beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies roamed around.

Naturally, their boobs and buts attracted me.

Until the day, I thought highly of all of them.

But now, I felt attracted sexually more and more. I already was Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb’s first target.

I heard the beautiful, young sexy Musalmān houseladies discussing about my Uncut Hindu Prick.

I smiled triumphantly, naturally.

Their preparation began with messing around the porn magazines and chothe books on my bed that Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb regularly cleaned and kept in order.

I noticed one or two books were missing and a change in her attitude.

She was falling prey.

The chance came.

Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb went to Burdwan to visit their parents after her semester exam, and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb had to attend the class excursion for some two weeks.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb and I, the two were alone.

I came back from the office and lay on the bed leaving open the deliberately put there porn magazines around.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb came back and saw me there sleeping.

I was careless ostensibly.

My Hindu erection was huge and was seen from under the pajama pants.

It was really huge.

She gazed at the size.

It was really unbelievable.

She felt damp from under her panty.

She felt hot and horny.

Her nipples erected.

She could hardly control herself.

She took a quick shower and put on a sari in a strange manner.

The sari came to her knees only, and she did not put on a petticoat or a blouse.

The nipples were pricking at.

She came to her bed, lay on her belly and called for me.

I was ready.

I came to see her lying so.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb asked,

“Will you please give me a quick message? I am soaring.”

I uttered silently, aside,

‘Oh sure. Not only message, a Hindu Semened fuck also. And you will feel sore more than ever.’

But practically I kept silent and came near to her.

Her back was mostly open.

It was so fair and sleek.

I urged,

“Why don’t you remove the sari from the back?”

I did not wait for her.

Her back was visible, and I began to caress her fair back from the lower hips to the shoulder.

I was straddling her so I could sit on her lovely Musalmān ass.

My Hindu erection was tickling her.

She was leaking, and with no pantied on, her juice was running through her thighs.

She tried her best to keep her moaning silent, biting her lower lips.

I was messaging her back with care.

Her hairy legs were visible to me now.

I did not try to avoid my Hindu erection touching her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass.

It was heating us both.

She then turned on her back and the sari removed from her bosoms.

I gasped at her white boobs.

She did not try to cover them.

She was more than determined to have me.

She stared at my eyes.

Then she whispered,

“Do you like my boobs, Durgesh? Don’t you want to touch them?”

I was mesmerized.

I touched her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān softness.

They were really soft.

I took the brown nipples between my thumb and index fingers and began to twist them hard.

She moaned loud,

“Ahhhh…sssss…”

I lowered my lips and kissed her nipples, licked them, bit them and then took them in my firm hands to fondle.

She was moaning.

She urged,

“Oh, Durgesh, don’t tease me like that. Do what you want.”

“What do I want, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? I want nothing. You wanted it.” I teased her more.

“You want to fuck me. Don’t you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu?”

“Me and fuck you? Are you joking? I never wanted to fuck any one of you ever.”

“You Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu! Just don’t tease me.”

She hissed, dragged me by my shoulder and placed my face on her boobs, herself.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was immensely eager to proceed.

She lowered my lips towards her belly and she pulled me by my hair.

She was dying for me to be there in her.

I tugged her sari up to her waist and she immediately parted her legs.

It said that she was familiar with this.

It was a reflex act that told her it was time that she will be either penetrated or kissed on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt.

She herself placed my Uncut Hindu Cock on her crack.

It was leaking like a tap.

She gave a long rub of my Uncut Hindu Cock and she whispered,

“Ummmm…ushhhhhh”

She did not care for my response.

She was determined to satisfy herself.

I knew everyone of them was determined to make me her own, so that she could have me all forever.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock on her juicy Musalmān Pussy parting the panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb even helped me by parting herself more.

She removed my hands and put them under her buts.

They were firm and in shape.

She was furious how the hell I never dreamt of caressing those buttocks!

Yet now, they were all mine.

She made me to caress them firmly.

She only whispered back loud.

I was now attentive to the firm, hard-as-nuts clitoris of her.

I rubbed it with my Uncut Hindu Cock passionately.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb compelled me to do it.

She began to moan loud.

And as her clit was touched, she came; she came furiously, never so hard before.

She was panting, and as I continued rubbing my Uncut Hindu Cock there, she felt another orgasm rolling deep within her belly and this time it was stronger than before.

She almost fainted.

I took my time kissing her.
I was tugging her bushy pubic and her hairy thighs.

She was sure I liked it hairy.

As she recovered her breath, she embraced me.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered in my ears,

“You made me happy with your rubbing only! Don’t you want to please me with your Hindu tool inside also?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, won’t you regret? It is still not too late to go back.”

“Then you will marry me and we will leave all our relatives for our love.

“It is not love only; it is your body that betrays.”

“And our bodies will love each other once you make me satisfied or I make you so. Come. We are free to do what we like. Our body needs it. We must not neglect the needs of our body.”

She hauled me on her and untied the knot of my pajama.

My Hindu erection was bulging.

As it was free, she took in her hand and placed it on her cracks.

She even did not hesitate to push.

With a deep moaning, she responded to the deep Hindu thrust of mine.

I was half into her.

She was gasping.

I was really huge.

She could not imagine it.

I pushed further and she moaned louder.

Now, there was no use for me to resist anymore.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was determined to fuck me.

When I was totally into her, she kissed me on my lips; we kissed passionately like lovers and beloved, as we had chosen it.

There was no way of going back now.

Neither Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb wanted to go back ever.

She was even determined not to allow me.

She wanted me inside her forever.

There was no use in resisting her.

She had done already what she wanted to.

I began to pump.

She began to thump back raising her butt meeting my thrust.

I increased my speed.

Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb tangled me with her legs.

She held me with her legs and her hands were on my broad back, her fingers playing with my hair.

I rose on my knees and slightly changed the position.

I pulled apart her legs holding her knees and began to fuck furiously.

She was dripping.

She was moaning loud.

I lowered my mouth to kiss her.

She met my lips and then began to moan louder as my Uncut Hindu Cock was furiously ramming through her wet Musalmān Pussy walls.

My Hindu balls were slapping her Musalmān asshole and she was grinding her clit against me as I plunged deeper and deeper.

“Oh! Fuck me! Faster, Durgesh! Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā Yeah! Aghhh! Ughhh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh yes! Ahhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Fester! Faster! I’m coming! Coming, coming! Ahhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmm!”

She was clawing at my back and kept on shouting as she came.

She arched up and down holding my Uncut Hindu Cock tightly gripped with her Musalmān Pussy lips.

I was pushing faster as she came greatly.

I felt her throbbing Musalmān Pussy as she was panting.

I did not stop.

And another orgasm built into her.

I pounded her as hard as possible, my big throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock was moving faster than before in her wet, slippery Musalmān Pussy.

Her Musalmān Pussy walls were clamping down on my Uncut Hindu Cock; I felt that my sexy Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb was trying hard to make me come also.

She was panting and her lips met mine in passion. I thrust my rigid Hindu hardness as deep as I could and felt her Musalmān Pussy plastering around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I pulled back with all my strength and she gasped in awe.

She moaned deep,

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhssssss!”

I pumped harder and she climaxed again.

Holding me, she came again.

As I kept on jamming her Musalmān Pussy, I felt her come.

Ultimately, I could not resist any more.

I came in her Musalmān Pussy.

I came hard.

She felt a cascade of hot Hindu shower flowing into her Musalmān Pussy.

The force, the hot sensation, the feeling of my Hindu semen filling her, the dream of being a perfect sex addict of me, made her come again.

She came again with full-throated moaning and held me tight with the legs and hands.

She took a few minutes to catch her breath.

Then kissing my forehead she said,

“That was more than beautiful, Durgesh. It was great! You are really so amazing! My every lady friend reported me correct.”

“But you are fucking me, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu. What will your people say you?”

“Fuck the people, Durgesh! Who is going to know about our secret if we do not reveal this? And one more thing, you are the first, last and the best man whoever fucked me ever. I’ve never come such a way before. And you beat me, Durgesh. I could not make you come clamping your big Uncut Hindu Cock! I think, you should always give me one more chance to beat you. Wouldn’t you?”

“Oh! Come on! You will never be able to beat me Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb.”

“Are you serious? Remember this, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover! You are insulting me.”

“Ok! Done! You can never beat me.”

“That means we’ll do it again! Doesn’t it?”

“Yes! And what’ll be the prize?”

She thought a little.

Then said,

“If you win, you get whatever you want. And if I win, I’ll get whatever I want about fucking. Done?”

“About fucking? And the hard limit? How many chances we get?”

“As many as we can in the coming week.”

“You are a real sex addict of me, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb! You know, whoever looses, you will get one more chance, and, it’ll continue. You are a real fucking sex addict of me.” I put my lips on her lips and we began to kiss.

I felt my Uncut Hindu Cock was ready in her Musalmān Pussy and she had already begun to thrust beneath.

She rolled over me.

Now, she possessed Durgesh, the ever greatest Hindu fucker of utmost beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

She began to up and down her round Musalmān buttocks.

She was dripping.

She had had now enough experience how to ride a man.

She did not miss a pump.

I took her boobs in my hands, and enjoyed caressing them.

She was pumping fast.

And she was sure nearing.

I knew I would never come at least within next ten minutes.

So I was meeting her thrust passionately.

I put my hands on her round Musalmān buttocks, and then slowly removed her sari untying it.

She was panting.

The inhuman task of riding such a big Uncut Hindu Cock made her sweating also.

She was all dripping within and out.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah! Oh my gaauuuuud! It was so greaaaaaaat! Durgesh… It was sooooooooo fucking great … Ahhhhhh… ughh… Ummmmm… Ahhhh… Fuck it…Fuck me Durgesh… Ohhh fuck me… fuck me… make me your wife, your sex addict…ohhhhhh…”

And she came furiously.

As she came, her body arched back, her Musalmān Pussy pointed forward!

What a needy sex addict of me!

She came great!

She shivered.

“Mmmmmm! Durgesh! You are amazing! You are just incredible, Durgesh! You are just amazing, amazing.” She said, as she lay down beside me and kissed my lips.

“And I win again, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. I’m still to come.”

“Yes, you win, My Lord, I’m your obedient slave, your needy sex addict. Order me what can I do for my Hindu Master?”

“Just give me a marvelous ashvinātam blowjob.”

“As my Hindu master orders!”

“If you can make me come within five minutes, you will get whatever you want as a prize.”

She knelt on the bed, between my legs, leaned down and took my throbbing Hindu manhood in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ravenous young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth with love.

She took a long lick, gliding her tongue from my balls to the tip of my rigid, giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

Slipping the tip of her mouth, she ran her tongue over the end.

“Ummmmmmmm! So, that’s what I really taste!! I wander; I haven’t tasted so ever… Ummmmmmmmm…” she kept licking long strokes up the sides of the uncut Hindu Cock and nibbling the end.

She took the lovely Uncut Hindu Cock in her soft hand and began to stroke slowly up and down.

With her other hand, she was playing with my balls.

I felt great.

Still, I was yet to come in another five minutes.

“Allah! Oh my God, Durgesh, when the fuck you are going to come for me? You are incredible! Ohhhhh…”

She started stroking faster and licking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It was feeling great.

I began to moan closing my eyes.

She sucked harder, flicking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī pink young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue against my Uncut Hindu Cock and then, suddenly, she surprised me.

I was shocked!

She placed her tongue on my asshole and while stroking my Uncut Hindu Cock, she began to lick my anus!

I was shocked.

I did not think her to suck my asshole.

And there she was, a real sex addict of me, sucking my asshole with so much passion!

She placed a finger on my asshole and began to push it.

That was too much.

I started moaning loud.

“Ahhhhhh! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Oh my god! ”

I felt the tension building in my balls.

She was desperate to satisfy me.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Ohhhhhhhh myyyyy Gauuuuuuud! Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, don’t stop! I’m coming; I’m coming for you, oh my God, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, take meeee in your fucking mouth… You, you Durgesh-fucker bitch, Ohhhhhhhh…”

And I came.

I came in her mouth.

I thought, I would never stop coming.

My whole body was throbbing.

She could not swallow all the loads.

She felt she would chock.

As she gulped, some of my loads ran out of her mouth and down around my Uncut Hindu Cock.

When I stopped coming, I fell on the bed.

It was so satisfying!

She was still sucking the last drop of my loads.

She winked at me and then came to lie beside me.

She whispered,

“Did I win the bet, my Hindu master? I think I did.”

“Yes, you win Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You took me by surprise.”

“Let me allow you to take by more surprises. After all, I am now myself experienced in fucking you, my utmost experienced Hindu Lover!”

We embraced each other, kissed passionately and fell asleep.

It was evening when we awoke.

She hurried to get out of the bed.

She was feeling so light.

A satisfying fuck from me always made her relaxed.

She kissed my forehead with care and then entered the bathroom.

She washed her Musalmān Pussy, put her finger in to tug out the remaining Hindu Semen inside and washed carefully.

She was on safe period, so, she did not need any contraceptive for the next one week, and the course of fuck will be a real adventure.

She stood up only to find that she had not brought her clothes.

Her sari was on the bed.

She needed something to wear.

So, she called out,

“Durgesh, cab you hand me over my sari and a petticoat from the wardrobe?”

I answered,

“Why do you need a sari, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb? Sālī, Come out. You look awesome in nothing. Come out.”

“Awesome? Are you joking? Can you imagine, how do I look? It is so embarrassing. Please, please, Durgesh, give me something to wear.”

“Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, come on. Who is here to see you? I love your look, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, I love it. Nude Musalmān girls turn me more.”

So, she came out as on the day she was born.

She was gorgeous, her hair was loose, and it came until her knees.

She was covering her boobs with her thick hair.

She came out and went towards the kitchen, her bouncing Musalmān ass made me mad.

I followed her to the kitchen.

She was standing before the kitchen table and boiling milk.

I came over, held her from behind her waist and kissed her neck.

She was shocked and jumped back.

“Allah! Oh my God! You are so naughty, Durgesh. Don’t disturb me. I’m cooking.”

“Then let me fuck you here and now while cooking.”

“No! Let me make you a glass of milk, and then you get the chance. Now, go back to my bed. Remember, I’ve won the last bet.”

“Yes, darling! Okay.” I kissed her neck, teased her nipples and went back to bed.

She came back, still naked, with two glasses of milk and we two fed each other the milk.

I kissed her lips.

“I promise you even if the worst happens, and if I marry someone else than you, I will be pregnant with your Hindu seed only.” Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb whispered.

“I’ll never get you marry someone else, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are all mine. You are my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, and I’m your Hindu hubby. That’s final. Do you understand?”

She stared at me with a lusty intensity, as if she approved me as her Hindu husband.

She took my Hindu erection in her soft hands and began to fondle.

As I was getting hard, she quickly kneeled on the floor before me, sucking me into her mouth, bringing my hnnmanhood back up to full length.

I reached down to grasp a generous bunch of her hair and pushed her down on my Uncut Hindu Cock, forcing more of my Hindu length into her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She responded eagerly, working her lips down my shaft and gobbling up more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, moaning as she worked me to the back of her throat.

She wretched and gagged a few times, water welling up her eyes as she hungrily gobbled up my Uncut Hindu Cock.

She finally released it, her hand still pumping the slippery shaft as she gasped and eyed the full length of my big giant Uncut Hindu Cock.

She looked up at me, now her fucking partner, a mixture of fear and excitement flickering in her eyes.

She whispered,

“Fuck me. Fuck my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, Durgesh.”

I knelt on the floor, hands reaching up to her hips while I faced her delightfully full Musalmān ass.

I kissed her buttocks all over, letting the kisses nearer her inner thigh linger sensually and teasingly.

She gasped as I began kissing my way closer to her sex, reaching up and spreading her buttocks open to expose her to me.

I could feel her trembling as I held her like that, shamelessly exposed to my lusty Hindu eyes, tingling with excitement and apprehension at my next move.

I smiled to watching her rosebud twitch nervously, as if it sensed the sordid thoughts in my head as I licked lips. Her Musalmān Pussy lips, thick and curly, quivered as they hung low and heavy.

The slightest of pink, peeked out from between them, enticing me into her waiting sex.

I stood up and hooking my hands under her arms, lifted her to her feet, kissing her passionately.

I turned her away from me, taking her to the wall and pressed her up against the wall roughly.

She sighed as I grabbed her hips and pulled her back a little, kicking her feet apart until they were spread by about half a meter.

I pressed against into her back, forcing her to push her ass out in a nice ‘fuck-me’ pose.

She looked a delightfully sex addict of meaty picture.

She was a real sex addict of me.

Her legs were splayed and ass sticking out, waiting to be fucked.

She craned her neck back and smiled at me invitingly, willing me to take her again.

I nudged up close to her, taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand, inching towards her twat.

She mewed expectantly as I pressed my massive Uncut Hindu Cock head at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, massaging it up and down, smearing it with her copious Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt slime.

She cooed and moaned, her body writhing as it trembled in anticipation.

My fat Uncut Hindu Cock was pressing menacingly against her Musalmān vulva, threatening to force it open and plough into her soft maternal pouch once again.

I pulled away from her slick sex and aligned me with that sexy place.

She let at a gasp and shivered as she felt my presence there, hot and needy.

I ran my hand up and down her back, stroking her as if to console her and sooth her trembling fearful body.

I took hold of her hips and pressed forward gently, watching my fat Uncut Hindu Cock head press into her sphincter.

I felt her body tense, unable to fight the physical urge to repel this challenge I placed at her rear exit.

I pushed forward again, pressing harder into her, her loosened anal sphincter still refusing to yield to my enormous angry Uncut Hindu Cock.

She was panting now, her pretty face a tortured grimace as she struggled to accommodate me.

I leaned forward and took an ample amount of her long, black hair in my hand, pulling her head back.

“AAAHHHNNHH…” she yelped as she felt the pressure mount at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

I leaned back again and spread her ass cheeks to find that my Uncut Hindu Cockhead was now lodged into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

She let out a long sigh as I eased out of her again.

I placed my Uncut Hindu Cock head back at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, coating it again with her slippery Musalmān juices.

Placing my Uncut Hindu Cock back at her asshole, this time I slipped in much easier.

I stayed like that for a while, my bulbous Hindu head buried in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān rectum as I ran my hands up and down her back, soothing and calming her.

She was panting and groaning as her body struggled to take me inside her ass, her mind screaming at the alien Hindu object wrenching open her Musalmān sphincter.

Gradually I eased further and further into her.

Pumping gently when I sensed she could tolerate it, holding back when she tensed and growled.

Slowly I could begin to fuck her incredibly tight Musalmān asshole.

Initially it was slow strokes of the first few inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock, pushing in and pulling out in a gentle rhythm.

As her breathing eased I began feeding her more and more of my Uncut Hindu Cock, listening to the delightful guttural grunts as the occasional forceful thrust pushed a little too far into her.

Slowly I began to fuck her and soon I could really begin to enter her magnificently tight anal couldal.

I held her wide round, sexy, bumpy Musalmān ass as I began pumping into her ass, hearing her make deliciously animal grunting noises.

As I plugged away at her weakened Musalmān sphincter, the room echoed with the sound of nasty clapping noises as her ample Musalmān buttocks slapped against my Hindu thighs.

“Aghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ummmmmmmm! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh…Ashshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…ssssssssssss..” she moaned loud,

I grabbed her hair and yanked her head back again.

Her wide-open mouth gasped as I ploughed her Musalmān rectum with increasingly powerful Hindu thrust.

Her eyelids fluttered, her consciousness long ago drifting into carnal delirium as her body succumbed to this intense fucking.

Her face was covered in sweat and her eyes were wide with intensity.

I gave her one powerful thrust, delivering the full length of my big Uncut Hindu Cock into her tortured rear.

I wrapped my arms around her and ground my body against hers, gyrating to let her feel the full length and girth in her bowels.

She pushed back against her beloved, me, her lovely fucking pal, groaning as she felt my Uncut Hindu Cock dominate her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān insides.

We stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying the intense feeling of being connected in such a nasty way.

“It seems you like taking my Uncut Hindu Cock in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass very much.” I grinned into her ear.

She was panting as she reached back and ran her fingers through my hair, grinding her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass into my Uncut Hindu Cock sensually.

I eased back from her withdrawing almost all the way out before thrusting deeply into her guts.

She grunted loudly as a grimace spoiled her pretty flushed face, hissing at the rough way I ploughed her Musalmān rectum.

She whined at me, her brow furrowed at the insinuation of more anal fucking.

It was time for me to finish what I had started.

She grunted as I began humping away again.

She reached out to place both palms against the wall to hold her steady, panting and grunting as I started plugging away at her asshole again.

I fucked her easily now.

Despite the continuing tightness of her Musalmān sphincter, she accepted my large, fat, erected Uncut Hindu Cock easily inside her hole.

“HMMMNNN… Give it to me. Give it to me hard.” She panted, thrusting back to me almost as hard as I ploughed into her. “Hit it. Hard.”

I held her by her narrow waist and began rutting away at her abused asshole, my thighs slapping against her buttocks causing her flesh to jiggle.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh… Harder… More… More… hit it… hit it harder…” She began chanting deliriously in between grunts and groans as my fat Uncut Hindu Cock ravished her Musalmān rectum.

Deep down in her belly she could feel the beginnings of what she knew would be another mind shattering orgasm.

I fucked her hard now, growling as I plugged my fat Uncut Hindu Cock, into her ruined Musalmān sphincter.

“Fuck it… oooohhhhhh… f-u-c-k-m-e-eeeeeee… Hit it… hit it… hit it… you want to fuck my Musalmān ass so fuck it. Fuck it hard!” She growled through gritted teeth as she thrust her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass back onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Ultimately, I could feel I wasn’t going to last much longer.

I began thrusting into her with animalistic anger, growling as I rutted her Musalmān asshole relentlessly.

“Yes… yes… like that… hit my ass like that… Tear it up… Destroy that ass… make it yours… Conquer it and make it yours… hit that ass and make me your whore… hit it… fuck your Musalmān whore…fuck your sexy Musalmān whore… fuck this sexy Musalmān bitch… tear up this Musalmān bitch’s asshole…, fuck this sexy bitch-whore… don’t you dare take your Uncut Hindu Cock out of my ass you Anant Muslimātchod Hindu… fuck me… fuck… fuck… fuck… Fuuuuuuuuuuuckkkkk!!”

She screamed, as her sphincter clamped tight around the base of my Uncut Hindu Cock just as I was giving her the final thrust.

My balls tightened and my vision temporarily blacked out as I gushed my Hindu seed into her now ruined Musalmān rectum.

I could barely make out her waling as she climaxed around greatly around my Uncut Hindu Cock, her entire body writhing as she squealed and growled like an animal. I began plugging away again as powerful surges pumped through my body and I began emptying my balls into her sexy Musalmān ass, filling her Musalmān rectum with gallons of my Hindu spunk.

She tried desperately to escape my continued Hindu assault but I held her forcefully, keeping her where I needed her till I was finisheded.

She wretched and scratched and squealed as her climax sent her flailing but I just kept plugging away at her now ruined Musalmān asshole.

The air filled with disgusting slurping noises as I ploughed her cum-filled rectum, each time pulling out completely then shoving the whole of my Uncut Hindu Cock into her sloppy Musalmān ass.

Finally, I pulled away and she crumpled onto the floor, twitched and spamming as she groaned and moaned her way through the last surges of her powerful climax.

With just enough sanity left, I scurried over to her and kneeled by her head.

Roughly I grabbed her by her hair and lifted face her to my twitching Uncut Hindu Cock.

She turned her face away in fatigues, still reeling from her orgasm, just wanting to be left alone to recover and recuperate from the assault on her senses.

But I was persistent, pulling her roughly and forcing my disgusting Uncut Hindu Cock into her mouth.

She cleaned me off thoroughly, licking away the sexy yellow streaks along the shaft as well as the disgusting sticky globules that had formed at the base of my deflating Uncut Hindu Cock.

Even as she continued wrenching, she diligently attended to my Uncut Hindu Cock, kissing and licking and pleasuring me till the end.

I stroked her face, flushed and glistening with sweat. Finally, when my Uncut Hindu Cock had become too sensitive I pulled out from her, surprised to hear a dejected purr leave her lips as if I’d taken away her favorite toy.
“Then, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, who wins this time?” I asked.

“Who could beat my Durgesh, my lord, my husband, my master and my fucker? But, tell me one thing, darling, you fuck other beautiful Musalmān girls very often, have they satisfied you better in this way?” she said, still trying to catch her breath.

“No, my darling Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, my wife, my sex addict, I’ve fucked a Musalmān girl recently. We’ve started seeing and fucking each other. But, we did it for some three months only. She is pregnant now, and will give birth to our baby some four months later.”

“I wish I know that fortunate Musalmān lady.”

“Yes, you know. She was our Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, my Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”

“Allah! Oh My God! You did Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat pregnant? What a fuck!”

“Yes!”

“She look stunning. Yet as she says about her husband, I wonder why she needed you? Her husband himself isn’t impotent she says.”

“It is unfair, Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb. You are underestimating me.”

“No no, my love, you are the best. But he was better than many others she told me. I really appreciate you. But it is a mystery that his wife did not appeal him.”

“That made a sense. Do you know Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat is as skilled as you are? She is a real bitch like you. Now, say me, what do I get as the winning treat?”

“You get whatever you want.”

“I want you nude all the time around until others come. And don’t put on underwear when you go out…ever.”

“As you wish, my lord.”

She made way to the kitchen in nude and I followed.

She untied her long hair that fell covering her ass.

She prepared to cook for us.

Chapter 4

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

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It must be respected

Chapter 2

My thought about Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb also made its own way to my desire of fucking her again.

Yes!

Now, I thought to fuck all of them, not only Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, but Al Åāliyah Al Yåqūb and Al Jamīlah Al Yåqūb also.

Their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, was constantly requesting me persistently.

“You already have sex with Al Waħīdah Al Yåqūb, Durgesh.”

“So what? You compelled me, Al Islām Al Farīd. I didn’t have another option. I want to keep you happy.”

Al Islām Al Farīd looked at me gravely,

“If you really want to keep me happy, Durgesh, please accept Åāliyah and Jamīlah too. You have your infinite bodies.”

“Oh,” I smiled ironically somewhat, “so now you think they are my infinite bodies. You don’t think any longer that they are actually humanoid robots identical to me?”

Al Islām Al Farīd smiled.

“Am I alone, Durgesh, that thinks your infinite bodies are actually not your infinite subtle bodies?”

“No, you are not alone; nevertheless, if you think I’m not a living being in those my bodies, why do you want your entire daughters to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to me?”

“Because I’m not alone in this matter too.”

“I see.”

“If the entire womankind is happy to live in relationship with humanoid robots that are identical to you, why not my daughters too? If today mankind is incompetent enough to even live in relationship with a lady, it must worry the mankind themselves, why us womankind?”*

It made sense.

I felt it really difficult to hide my ever adamant Hindu hard-on looking her three beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughters roaming around, their shaking Musalmān buttocks, and their Musalmān cleavage peeping through their low cut- blouses or any dresses and such others.

I remembered a day inadvertently.

The day was a real head-turner.
I fired the computer when it was eight o’clock in the evening.

I never suspected Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat might come and watch me from the back of the room.

It was the common passage towards the terrace.

Al Islām Al Farīd and her family lived on the first floor and Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat’s family was in the ground floor.

I was fucking Réħānah Ashraf and I didn’t know Réħānah Ashraf had left the door opened.

Inadvertently or knowingly, I didn’t know.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was passing the corridor by the room, and through the open window, the view attracted her.

She saw me fucking Réħānah Ashraf fervently.

She had not only heard of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies I fucked, but had also watched us whenever she was alone.

It was almost the common fate of the Musalmān women after some ten-fifteen years of marriage that their husbands grew passive in sex, and the women had to live in dilemma, suppressing their sexual frustration and needed.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was no exception.

Watching me fucking Réħānah Ashraf, an idea hit her.

She felt horny.

The urge of a good satisfying fuck made her restless.

She came back, opened the wardrobe and thought what to wear for the night.

She was beautiful, no doubt.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat maintained her beauty going to parlors regularly, and was still in good shape.

She was thirty and still sexy, but her husband was never attentive to the sexual needs of her beautiful wife, never cared for her satisfaction, and now there she was.

She chose a knee-length green frock that looked like a schoolgirl’s play dress.

She put it on, shedding her usual nightgown, tied her hair in a pony-tale and came to see herself on the mirror.

Sexy was the only word she thought of herself. The sleeveless frock left ample part of her curvy Musalmān figure for imagination.

Her legs were good, but beautifully hairy!

She raised her arm.

The thick black bushes of her armpits spread a musky aroma.

She thought of shaving the armpits, but it was already ten, the time for dinner.

She had never cared for that shaving, either her armpits or the thick jungle under there around her Musalmān Pussy.

Her husband had never cared for those.

She reclined for it.

But thought it would be OK.

What she had seen today, was unexpected.

And once having seen the Uncut Hindu Dick, no woman can control her desire to have a fuck with the Uncut Hindu Dick.

Allah! Oh God!

It was so large and thick!

She prepared the dinner and called me to come downstairs and have it.

She looked herself once more on mirror.

Yes! That’s it that she wanted to look like!

No bra and the nipples piercing from under the frock, and no panty, to show her plump bums swing.

I entered, and she succeeded to turn my head.

I gasped at her but she tried to look as if nothing was wrong.

She served the dinner, stood by me while I ate and occasionally bent over me to give this and that and that made me wilder.

She could see the bulging hard- on of mine under the pants.

I was so huge!

She bit her lips.

I tried to control my hard-on but could not.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat was too beautiful.

I had never thought sexy about Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.

She was beautiful, sexy and now turned to be a seducer!

I suggested her to dine with me.

She reluctantly denied.

I asked her again and she sat in front of me.

We finisheded the dinner quietly.

As the dinner was over, I thought to help her in washing and so I did deliberately cunningly.

While doing, my hands were brushing hers and on one or two occasions, she trailed her erect Musalmān nipples on my back.

I was out of control then.

I could not hide my tent in the pant, neither I wanted to.

She looked and smiled.

Then came the words from her sexy lips,

“It seems you are not fed totally. Are you?”

I smiled.

She turned to me and raising her boobs with both hands, asked,

“Are not they in good shape like your heroines you fuck?”

I didn’t gasp in surprise, deliberately.

Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat asked,

“Would you want to try them?”

That made sense. I took her in arms, and her lips found their way.

We kissed passionately.

We kissed really hard.

It was my first kiss to Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, but being utmost experienced in sex already, I still did well.

I was squashing her firm beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass with both my hands.

She broke the kiss and whispered,

“Come on, Durgesh, take me to the bedroom.”

We retreated to the bedroom as we were kissing again, and she felt wetness running through her inner thighs! What was happening to her?

I lifted her on the bed and she urged to put out the lights.

I protested,

“Leave it, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. I want to see you. You are so beautiful!”

She giggled as I raised her hands on her head and brushed my lips on her hairy armpits.

She said,

“Oh Durgesh! You Hindus are so naughty!”

“Ok Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. You are really beautiful.”

She felt a shiver running through her spine.

She moaned.

I began to caress her beautiful Musalmān boobs under her beautiful green frock.

I began to kiss them.

She urged,

“Oh Durgesh! Open the frock, please. Make me nude; make me your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān whore.”

“Never.” I said gravely, “I always respect my entire women, Musalmān or otherwise. They aren’t my whore ever. They are my ever respected life partners.”

She had learnt to use such words from the porn and the erotic Musalmān books.

The sexy words raise the sexual urge.

She felt her wetness running through her inner thighs to her legs until knees.

I helped her sit and tugging up her green frock; I peeled it off her head.

As she raised her hands, her firm breasts came into full view and I took them in hands.

I began kissing the pitch-dark areola.

She was moaning,

“Love me, Durgesh, love me, please.”

I went down to her tummy and kissed on the naval.

She shivered.

What the fuck was that?

What the fuck was the Hindu master of sex doing with her?

I brushed my hands on her mound.

I felt the thick bush there and my fingers touched the crack.

She shivered.

Her idiot husband never cared to touch her there.

I kissed on her Musalmān Pussy!

She just came.

It was hardly enough for her.

She urged me not to tease her anymore.

I settled down there between her beautiful long Musalmān legs.

The furious oral attention made her groan and she climaxed again.

It was so uncommon to her.

She never came so close.

“You are awesome! I love it. Come on, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, let me love you.” I urged.

“Then, it is the time my utmost experienced Hindu lover is ready to take me. Aren’t you? Oh, come on. Take me. Fuck me hard. I want to cum for you again, come hard. Come; fuck your Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat. Make her your whore. Come. Sorry, not whore, your life partner, okay?”

She lay on bed, spreading her legs apart inviting me between her legs.

I smiled, opened my pant, taking my erect Hindu shaft in hand, positioned myself.

I was throbbing now.

My Uncut Hindu Dick was huge, really huge.

It was some seven or eight inches long, and that thick to please any woman, gasping them in awe.

I began to rub my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down against her hairy, soft and watering Musalmān Pussy.

She was holding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-lips apart with both hands, and I watched her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

She was dripping, and it was red in there between her swallow lips.

She felt excited presenting herself before such an utmost experienced Hindu Lover of sixty-six with such a huge Uncut Hindu Cock.

She felt excited lying there on their marriage bed and doing sex with someone other than her husband.

She spread her legs and hung them up in air, making ample space for me to place myself.

I was examining her extremely beautiful ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

There were the outer lips and the pink inner hole that was too juicy.

I trailed my Uncut Hindu Cock up and down her crack, rubbing her clit.

She began to moan loud,

“Ohhh! Ughhhh! Ummm… fuck me… fuckfuckfuck…”

But I was still not in mood to enter.

She narrowed her eyes,

“You are teasing me too much, and you know that, Durgesh. Stop teasing now.”

“Why? Are you feeling hot? Then you must beg me to take you. Speak sexy, Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat.”

“Oh! No, not again. Stop teasing. Just put your big fat utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Dick in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and fuck me hard. Fuck sweet Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, Durgesh. Fuck the shit out of her. Fuck me, fuck me even like your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān whore, and make me come again. Oh fuck…fuck…fuck…”

Putting my weight on my knees, I lowered my waist and led my Hindu shaft go into the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān crack.

She gasped, I put the tip of my huge Hindu shaft in and she held her breath.

I looked tensed and wryly looked in her eyes.

She gave me an encouraging look and I thrust my Hindu length again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān channel was slippery and I could put the whole Hindu length at one thrust.

She held her breath and let a deep moan pass through her lips,

“uh…ssssssss…”

I was excited to enter her Musalmān Pussy for the first time.

I was determined to please her.

And I began to pump her.

She raised her ass to meet my thrust while groaning deep and loud.

Who was there after all to hear them tonight?

As I drew back my Uncut Hindu Cock and thrust it all in one stroke, she screamed in pleasure and tangled her legs around my bare Hindu waist.

I began to fuck.

I felt it easy as she was lubricated already and she was helping me raising her extremely beautiful heavy Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass to meet my rhythm.

She was nearing another orgasm.

She felt the tension building down there.

And the sound made her feel good, the ‘thwap- thwap- thwap’ sound of my pumping in and out her needy Musalmān Pussy turned her mad.

She groaned and began to utter some meaningless words and she came again, this time she came so hard that she felt like she squirted.

She felt the throbbing of her Musalmān Pussy and the release was so unusual that it even surprised her.

She must had drained some juice that had already stained the bed sheet.

And just then, she felt my throbbing in her.

It meant I was to ejaculate.

I was pumping furiously and groaning after the long five hours fuck.

I was sweating and groaning loud, I came.

I released a lot of hot Hindu semen in her.

She gasped as I began to come and the sensation of the throbbing Uncut Hindu Cock releasing the hot Hindu Semen in her, made her come again.

We were so exhausted that we had hardly any time to part and felt asleep, I was in her and she was tangling me with both her hands and legs.

As we awoke, I felt my hard on in her Musalmān Pussy and she smiled sensing me getting hard again so soon.

She began to kiss me and we began to roll on the bed, she was up now and she began to kiss me on my lips, my cheeks and on neck.

I was caressing her firm breasts, and twisted the nipples that were hard again, hard as nails.

She began to moan and I helped her lay on all fours on bed.

She felt as if in heaven. How did she dreamt of being fucked in this position like a bitch and her husband would take her from behind like a dog.

And the dream was going to be fulfilled with her utmost experienced Hindu Lover of Sixty Six, of whom she could think it was hardly enough.

I fondled her beautiful heavy young Musalmān ass-cheeks and gave a passionate light slap.

She moaned deep.

She was juicy again.

And she badly needed a hard long Uncut Hindu Cock to go inside.

And she sensed it was going through her slippery Musalmān channel.

I was again ball-deep in her in one thrust.

My Hindu male abdomen was brushing on her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Our pubic hair met and I began a slow passionate fuck.

She could control her orgasm hardly, and she came violently, this time her orgasm was harder than before.

I thrust my Hindu shaft again.

I was doing it slow now; I allowed her time to recover.

Ultimately I was again feeling close to come.

I increased my speed.

By the time, she began to moan again.

I was furious.

Catching her slander Musalmān waist, I was pumping as if there was no tomorrow.

Deep groan was coming from her throat.

And while groaning, I came.

I smiled triumphantly,

“Oh! Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat, I’m coming, coming. Come for me darling… come, come…come.”

And she joined my groan.

She came again.

She was surprised, how free she felt by the fucking.

She had never imagined enjoying the series of orgasms at a time.

That meant she was a multi-orgasmic.

And no wonder, she had never felt it until she was thirty, after some twelve years of her marriage.

I found it always queer, how a Musalmān woman could live without fulfilling her so urgent sexual needs for so long.

I was surprised to find that night, that Al Sabīħah Al Nusarat had never enjoyed sex in that way.

She had never enjoyed the half of the orgasms she enjoyed with me that night.

She was surprised herself to find herself a multi-orgasmic.

She called herself a slut.

She felt hot to call her so.

I told her again and again it was natural.

She wasn’t a slut at all.

It was her normal reaction.

There was nothing in it to be criticized at all.

Instead, it must be respected being natural.

Shouldn’t even nature be respected?

Chapter 3

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It must be respected: 1

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It must be respected

Chapter 1

I smiled.

Waħīdah Yåqūb was giving lecture to Jamīlah about female sex- hormones.

They knew their stepfather, Durgesh, was reading in the other room.

None of them appreciated the idea of their Ammī, Al Islām Al Farīd, to leave their Abbū, Imām Yåqūb Naåīmuddīn Chishtī and live in relationship with me.

Jamīlah was always vibrant, and she just asked, “Tell me, Bājī, how do men react while they are excited and want to have sex?”

“They just feel hard at their penis. The phallus turns harder and harder, gets erected and, pre-cum oozes out from the head.”

“And then the intercourse?”

“Yes. The penis goes into the vagina, erupts semen, and if the lady is on fertility –period, she finds herself pregnant soon.”

“And is it necessary that the woman must be excited or… you know… Ready?”

“Of course not! Only ready means, your vagina- channel gets lubricated and your clit is erect, you are wet there. But that does not count on pregnancy. You like or not, you ready or not, what counts are your fertility and the semen. Remember that always. You are adult now, and you must have sex now or then if you like or not… so, just mind to take protection before doing. Understand?”

“Ohhh! Bājī! Never mind…”

They hugged tightly and Waħīdah Yåqūb asked mockingly,

“So? Why is my loving sis asking so much detail? Are you going to do it, or have you already done that?”

“Oh! Bājī! You are being unfair. I have not done that, and have no source to do so…you know that! But tell me, have you done it already? Err, I mean, do you do it regularly?”

“Oh! No! None of your cup of tea!”

“Ya, I know, but MejBājī told that she has come to know the secret. You are a regular. You take Oral Contraceptives regularly. Don’t you? Please, please, Bājī… Tell…”

“Ya. She is right. I used to do it regularly. But, for the last nine months, I have not done that… you know.” Waħīdah Yåqūb felt shy as her secret was at last revealed.

“You are lucky, then. Bājī, please, tell about your first experience, I am excited to know about that.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb tried to avoid her but the youngest sister was pressing too much; and then joined the second one, Åāliyah Yåqūb.

She was more than enthusiast.

And Waħīdah Yåqūb almost blushed to remind that time.

She just told,

“The first time, you feel pain.

It hurts, you know, if you had not done all that masturbations with your fingers or something like that.

But once you pass the pain, it is the best thing that happens in your life, and once you are in habit, you are in heaven always.

The two sisters pressed her to share her first cherry-popping, painful experience, and Waħīdah Yåqūb, insisted that their stepfather, Durgesh, was in the next room, so they better leave the topic left for then and there.

But Åāliyah Yåqūb informed that she had just passed Durgesh‘s room, and he was sleeping, so they better carry on.

Waħīdah Yåqūb blushed again to remember the day some two years ago. She started:

“It was some three years ago, Jamīlah had not joined the college yet and I was in the final year. After the practical exam, almost all the students had gone to their houses, the college was almost empty, as the winter vacation was on. Åāliyah Yåqūb had also gone home after the semester. The day was charming, but too cold. It was raining all the day.

“I was in my room, when the caretaker called me that someone was waiting on line for me. I was surprised who it may be, and came downstairs to attend the call. It was Naushābah Jamīl, my classmate. She asked me to come immediately to the college office and meet her. It was urgent.

“So, I headed towards the campus in search of Naushābah Jamīl. It was raining. I reached the corridor and the silent campus seemed to be so ghostly, you know. I reached the first floor, where the office room is, as Naushābah Jamīl told she would be there.

“Suddenly a strange sound hit my ears. It was unusual, I was familiar with it. And it was Naushābah Jamīl, moaning in pleasure! The moan, that passes usually when a girl is sexually satisfied! I was not unaware of it. I was a regular masturbator with some or all the other girls in the college, hostel.

“Though some girls of the hostel were regularly going late nights and dating, these were not my kind. Everybody knew that I was sigh and did know nothing about sex. Only, my room partners knew that I was sensual, sexy and friendlier with my cunt and fingers or the thick- fat candles. And Naushābah Jamīl was the one of them.

“As I stood near the head- clerk’s room, the sound made me sure that there was something forbidden in the room. And I just peeped through the key- hole.

“What did I see, was totally a head-turner to me! It was Naushābah Jamīl lying stark naked on the table, and between her legs, it was Durgesh, our Hindu stepfather, also naked, pumping his marvelous unique thick, fat Uncut Hindu Dick in and out of my best-friend’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Pussy ! She was loud always, when she masturbates, and now, she was louder. With every thrust from Durgesh, she made a groan, approving how much she enjoyed. And they were sweating on the cold day!

“Heaving with every thrust! Durgesh was holding her ankles with hands high spreading as much as he could while fucking, and she was joining him with each thrust holding her beautiful young Musalmān ass high to meet more appropriately.

“I was an uneasy observer, but my legs had already turned to jelly and I was struck there peeping at the wild sex- scene in the room. To be honest, I was already damn wet under my long skirt and white knickers. I was desperate to touch myself there, and I did!

“I slid one hand under the skirt and pulling aside the panty, I started rubbing my erected clit. I was dripping wet, the wetness began to flow my thighs. And rubbing my clit I came, desperately, my cum filled my hand and the panty, some squirted on the skirt too!

“I was to run back, but just then, the umbrella fell on the floor. Before I head back picking up the umbrella, the door opened and Naushābah Jamīl pulled me inside with one strong pull. She was all naked then; Durgesh’s extremely fragrant Hindu semen was flowing down her smooth Musalmān thighs, overflowing her now swollen Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt . `Oh! You made just an awful entry,’ she glared at me. `You! The sound made us scared and, you know, Durgesh just came inside.’

“I murmured, ‘ I’m sorry. Actually… .’

‘Just keep quite! You know, Durgesh had been dying for you. He just wants to have you at any cost. And today, you are not to argue. Understand? Come on Waħīdah Yåqūb, show Durgesh what a slut you are.’

‘Slut? Me? Naushābah Jamīl? Are you mad? I was still under haze after a sweet orgasm. I sensed, seeing Durgesh naked, quietly, was making me hot again.’

“I was a needy slut always, to be honest. Everybody knows me as a meek and mild girl, but about sex, I was desperate, only lacked the courage to take the initial step. The word `slut’ made me wet again. I gazed at the glistering Uncut Hindu Cock of Durgesh, now still erect between his legs. Naushābah Jamīl suddenly caught hold of my long, upbraided hair and furiously began to kiss me.

“I put my lips in hers while our tongues tangled brusher with each other in a deep sensual kiss we do often share. She began to caress my breasts with both hands. I decided to go through the situation.

“And then I realized Durgesh had stood up and had come behind me. He had started to embrace me from the behind. Our kiss broke as Durgesh turned me towards him and put a deep kiss on my lips. Uhh! The first ever kiss from a man! I opened my mouth as his lip trailed into my mouth, finding something desperately.

“I returned his kiss. We broke the contract just a while to catch the breath and again we were lost in a passionate kiss. He fondled my butt and then began to caress them. I let a deep sigh out- Allahhh..hhhsss.

“Naushābah Jamīl had by then lit a cigarette, and was smoking. She said, -hadn’t I told that your Waħīdah Yåqūb is a real needy slut, a fucking hot girl? Now take her to all and make a fucking randy whore of your own just like me.’

“Durgesh lifted me and put me on the chair. And he began to unbutton my cardigan. As he finished, Naushābah Jamīl kneeled before him, took a deep smoke and parting her lips, gave a sensual kiss on his now fully erect Uncut Hindu Cock. Durgesh was peeling me one by one. First came out the cardigan, then the top and the bra. He lowered his lips to kiss one of my breasts, and as his tongue licked my nipples, I felt, I came then and there on my panty. Allah! Oh God! It was so hot!

“Naushābah Jamīl began to lick his Uncut Hindu Cock, often smoking and gulping the whole Hindu shaft into her Musalmān throat! I was surprised to see her do so! I had seen such activities only in the pornographies which we, in the hostel used to arrange in our rooms now and then, ransoming the caretaker. But when I saw it real, made me hornier. I wanted to act as a real slut as she had told.

“I crawled down the chair and kneeled by her. With a mouthful of smoke she kissed me, letting the smoke enter me. I inhaled it and lowered my mouth on Durgesh‘s Uncut Hindu Prick. It was glistering with Naushābah Jamīl’s Musalmān Pussy-juice and her saliva. I planted a deep kiss on the tip.

“Then smoked from Naushābah Jamīl’s stuff and like I saw her doing, I opened my mouth and took the Uncut Hindu Prick into my ardent Musalmān mouth. I began to lick from top to the root, till his black, thick, curly pubic hair did not brush my nose. With one hand, I caressed his Hindu balls, letting him out a deep moan- ahhhh! Just do it.

“I was totally become a slut like Naushābah Jamīl by then and she was fondling my ass. A while later, Durgesh took me with both hands, kissed me, and lifting me holding my slander waist, let me lie on the table in the position I saw Naushābah Jamīl lying and fucking.

“I was in the skirt and sensed Durgesh lifting it upholding the hem to my waist. I put my ass up to help Durgesh get my panty out. He was in no hurry, but I was. He lowered his face and kissed me on there. Oh! It was a sensation. A shiver flew through my spine and I felt very wet there. He parted the outer lips of my Musalmān Pussy and licked hard.

“I moaned and moaned. My clitoris was getting hard; my nipples were by then rock hard. He was kissing and I was moaning for a quick fuck. Really the whole act made me a needy slut. I was thrusting my pelvis to his face up and with both hands had already clutched his hair. With one finger he had put into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt, he started to finger-fuck me.

“I was on the verge of a rocking orgasm. I could sense the tension building in me. His two fingers were already in me. I sensed my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt-juice running through his Hindu fingers. With his finger satisfying me, I came then and there, vigorously, as hard as possible. It was the best one I had enjoyed then, more to come… you know.

“Our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, looked up, came forward and kissed me on my lips. I kissed him too. And I sensed his rock-hard Uncut Hindu Cock was brushing through my ardent Musalmān crack. I shivered and as he was brushing it through, I surprisingly found that I came again! This time, the orgasm was more sensitive.

“I was moaning and suddenly, he put it into my Musalmān Pussy! First, the head came through the moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt- channel and he waited. Naushābah Jamīl crawled up on the table and straddled me on her knees, her Musalmān Pussy just on my face. She leaned to kiss Durgesh and I began licking her wetness.

“Durgesh held my legs apart, clutching the ankles and raising the legs as far as to my chest. He asked, ‘Ready now? Waħīdah Yåqūb? It is going to hurt if it’s your first one.’ But I was in no mood to listen. He pushed the Uncut Hindu Cock in a little, and I moaned loud- Allahhhhhhsssss!

“Durgesh increased the weight, and thrust again. I moaned louder. Then, suddenly, a thrust followed and I cried out loud, as his long thick Uncut Hindu Cock popped off my Musalmān cherry. It did not bleed as I had the hymen popped off a long time ago while masturbating with wood-pencils or candles, and with Allah knows with what, but it hurt.

“I was stung in pain, and my best friend just thrust her Musalmān Pussy on my mouth. She was wet, and I felt her now-swollen Musalmān Pussy lips so wet, that forgetting the pain, I began to lick her juice. And I sensed Durgesh had begun to pump me, my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunt that had by then adjusted the first insert, his thickness and his whole Hindu shaft.

“I was dripping there and he found it easy to pump me. The wet channel was burning for the shaft was really thick, but the burning of my sex was much more. He was really fucking me! And I was really enjoying! In my Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, there was the tasty Musalmān Pussy of Naushābah Jamīl, her hairy Musalmān Pussy was leaking her cum.

“Durgesh was fucking me really carefully. He knew it was my first season and he was fucking slowly. But I sensed the urge of speed and began to moan- oh! Fuck-fuck me hard, you old Hindu scoundrel, fuck the Musalmān Pussy hard… faster faster….oh oh ufffff… ahhhhhh… And he began to fuck fast. I felt the tension coiling in the lower abdomen, and I was really going to cum soon.

“Durgesh was rubbing my clit then, fast with the rhyme of the pumping in and out. And moaning loud, I came, harder than the previous one.

“But Durgesh was not done yet, and he was thrusting in and out furiously. I could hear the sound of the Uncut Hindu Cock going in and out of my slippery Musalmān Pussy, and his groaning was now heard loud enough. He was holding my hips and bouncing as if there was no tomorrow.

“His eyes were closed and teeth gritted as I sensed a hot flow of thick Hindu load squirting deep into my Musalmān vagina. It was vibrating and spreading the load and with the fall of the Hindu semen, I began to cum again.

“We could not catch our breath for a little while, and when we could, the first word I said, was, ‘Allah! Oh my god, it was so fucking well! Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you made me a woman now! Now I understand why Ammī left Abbū for you. Now I understand why we beautiful Musalmān houseladies are so crazy to fuck you. Allah! Oh God! It was amazing, just amazing. I never came so much for a day. Oh!’

“Naushābah Jamīl came down to my crotch and began to lick my Musalmān Pussy. She cleaned Durgesh’s Hindu semen with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān tongue and we kissed, tasting Durgesh’s hot Hindu load through our tongues. I was lying there and feeling little dizzy for some time only to get ready with the all licking and fingering of my friend.

“And, when I was wet again and was really in need of a little attention for my dripping Musalmān Pussy, Durgesh was ready with his hard-on which was now brushing through the crack of my Musalmān Pussy. And he just started the bouncing in and out, in and out, in and out, and after some five or six hours later we came together heavily, our release throbbed inside my Musalmān Pussy.

“I sensed the jerk in there, felt how hot his Hindu load was and as the dizzy feelings subsided, an idea suddenly panicked me. He came twice in me and I was not undergoing any birth control.

“I began to cry, feeling what will happen to me, my future, what my friends, family will think of me. Only then Durgesh spoke. He was silent all through the fuck. He just said not to be panicked and gave us two a packet of Morning-After pill each and also the instructions how to use. We kissed passionately and I stood up to put on my clothes. I took the bra, put it on and Durgesh did the hooking back.

“I wore the top, the cardigan and was searching the panty. It was lying on the chair and was almost soaking wet with my cum and the semen of Durgesh. He held it up and said,’ I’m going to keep it, darling, as the memento of my fantasy girl who came to be my fucking baby.’

“I could not but laugh and said,` Ok, you win the toffee. And I am all yours, you possess me, owe me by the time. You made me a woman, popping my fucking Musalmān virginity; I am looking forward for another fuck from you soon.’ We returned back and I felt pain. It was soaring in the morning. Naushābah Jamīl told me to take rest, take some hot-bath and some antibiotics for the pain.

“Rest helped me, and so the therapy. I was all cured by the second day, and on the third afternoon, Durgesh‘s call came. I was in the office room again, and it was the real, perfect intercourse, what we call lovemaking. He introduced me the test of his hot Hindu semen as he unloaded the jerk in my Musalmān mouth too. It tasted odd, but the feeling of being a perfect slut came to be true.

“I felt like a randy whore whenever Durgesh called on phone to come to his office. We got the rhythm, at least twice a week; mostly on Saturdays and Sundays and each time, he would come at least thrice a day.

“We fucked like dog and bitch, like husband and wife, like lover and beloved, like whore and customer, like couple on first date, and in every possible guise, in every possible style, every possible pose. We went on holidays and seminars in Digha, in Kolkata, in Delhi, and even at Durgesh‘s house.

“After our final exam, both Naushābah Jamīl and I were posted in the home-Hospital for Durgesh. And Durgesh married Naushābah Jamīl last year, leaving me all alone.”

As she finished her experience, she found her two sisters lying in the bed, spreading their legs and lifting their nightgowns up, fingering their pussies and moaning.

Waħīdah Yåqūb did not lag behind.

She had not been doing any sex for the last eight or nine months.

Her only relief was her fingers and the candles just as they used to be in the past.

She needed a good fuck at any cost and she found it difficult to find my Uncut Hindu Cock here, as her sisters’ presence.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb put her hand under the sari and petticoat (petticoat) and began to finger her Musalmān Pussy.

The room filled with the aroma of sex and the moans the three of them doing with fingering themselves.

And they were so hot that they came almost at the same time.

The release was good for them and they felt calm.

Jamīlah asked,-

“You are now alone. Aren’t you, Bājī?”

“Why? Have you found one?”

“Oh! Not again, Bājī. It’s not fair. I told you, I am alone. And I do not like the boys here. They are so predictable, you know!”

“Predictable in sex? Yes, my dear, I heard, most of the women say, their husbands are predictable. They just get erected, tug the women’s clothes, and go for pumping and release soon, leaving the women unsatisfied. They don’t think of their wives’ release or orgasms.”

“Oh! It’s so sad. I fear what will happen to us.”

“Yes, be careful. Don’t go for a date until you know the man and his outlook about sex. Discuss it first what he thinks about woman and her sex. You know, once you had tasted it, it becomes an addiction if it is good. I feel so lonely now, having so much pleasure once and living alone without a single fuck for the last six or seven months. It’s so unbearable!

Åāliyah Yåqūb came and hugged her sister.

‘I think you are right, Bājī. It’s an addiction. I had seen Durgesh and Ammī doing sex at night regularly. Just think, he is almost fifty and she was forty-seven. Ammī says that it’s a habit. If they do not make love at least twice or thrice a week, they feel anxious. Sex releases the tension. Even if they come to visit us, they make love at the day, when we are out.

“I had seen them enjoying here one day when I arrived at noon unexpectedly. I entered with my own key as usual and heard their moaning. I spied them and released my cum. Ammī told me that day when she found me in my room after she came to pee some five minutes after their release. They care for each other and are very happy in sex.’

This surprised Jamīlah.

But Waħīdah Yåqūb told that she had too seen her parents enjoying sex many times here and also at their home.

Jamīlah said,

“That means one thing; we three sisters need our partners who can satisfy our sexual needed. Am I right?”

Åāliyah Yåqūb suggested,

“Why not we too make our Hindu stepfather, Durgesh, as our partner? He is strong and healthy. If he can fuck Waħīdah Yåqūb Bājī, why can’t all of us? Once I too have chanced to have a look at his erected Uncut Hindu Prick a few days ago. He is really huge, I say.”

Waħīdah Yåqūb told her to keep quiet.

It will make them incest. It is better not to discuss it.

Her sisters agreed and they hugged each other.

As the dinnertime was near, they prepared the dinner and Waħīdah Yåqūb went to call Durgesh for dinner.

I was still sleeping.

Waħīdah Yåqūb entered the room knocking, and saw her beloved Durgesh lying asleep on the bed.

I looked so sweet when I slept, thought Waħīdah Yåqūb.

She touched my bare shoulder and felt a sudden shiver running through her spine.

Oh, it’s so wrong! Touching Durgesh and feeling sexy is very wrong.

And she was not his real daughter.

They have already fucked each other too much.

Now why the hell she was reacting so strange and irrational?

She called me loud, and I woke up.*

She gave me a regular hug, a peck on my cheeks and I returned her so.

She felt her erect nipples brushing my bare hairy chest once again.

Though she was in sari and the blouse, her nipples were so erect that they were now tickling through.

Irrationally, she felt shy and broke the embrace earlier than ever.

She asked me to come and have the dinner.

At the dinner, we were stout all and teasing each other.

I was teasing Jamīlah, snatching away her bread or her plate of meat and Åāliyah Yåqūb, leg pulling me.

But Waħīdah Yåqūb was not in mood.

She was getting horny whenever her eyes met with mine.

She felt she was wet there under her sari and petticoat.

She wore sari usually.

Rarely did she wore jeans, trousers, Capri, shorts or minis like her younger sisters.

Her favorite outfit for the hospital was either sari or salwar.

Often she put on some long skirt and formal shirts. she worked hard to keep herself in shape, like her sisters.

She was not busty, but not skimpy also.

Her size matched with her younger sister Åāliyah Yåqūb.

They both used 32 B size bra and their waists measured 28 and going down, their ass rolled round to 36, making them both hour-glass figured.

She was aware that her bum was really good looking, enough to cause a hard- on for Durgesh if she walked carefully shaking her beautiful Musalmān buttocks.

Her sari hung just down her naval- slopes leaving ample space of her fair, flat, little bulky tummy and her sari- plaits that run on to her shoulder, left enough of the cleavage- show to figure out her firm young Musalmān boobs.

She was always that presentable with her silky black hair running to her knees either in a good handy braid or a tress.

Åāliyah Yåqūb also had such long hair.

But Jamīlah loved it a boy’s cut.

Whatever it was, Waħīdah Yåqūb felt a tension looking at Durgesh.

She could not forget ever how passionately I fuck her whenever she was lucky enough to get the chance.

She felt a sexual tension, a sexual need building in her centering on me.

It was not right.

She must get rid of it.

She tried to think about something else.

We finished the dinner.

Åāliyah Yåqūb helped Waħīdah Yåqūb to clean and the other two retired to study.

They finished the cleaning and headed towards their rooms.

Waħīdah Yåqūb locked herself, got out of her cloth, opened the blouse, untied the petticoat, and lit a cigarette and opening the drawer, hauled out a long thick candle.

Her tongue lubricated it and she thrust it down to her dripping Musalmān Pussy.

She bit her lips so that the moan did not pass loud, and began to masturbate furiously.

Her climax was near and she relieved the tension involving Durgesh.

Yet she could not stop thinking about me.

She began to do it again, and again, until she was too exhausted to pull out the candle.

She had enjoyed four orgasms then and there, thinking Durgesh fucking her.

And then she lay on the bed as she was masturbating with the candle.

She fell asleep.

And in dream, she enjoyed some really good fucking seasons with me.

I was really well- built even at my sixty six.

My prick was normally some eight inches long and thick.

And I fucked her really well.

I almost fucked the shit out of her.

She came while dreaming and soaking wet did she woke up at midnight.

She ran to the bathroom, splashed water on her face and neck and then coming back, she lit a cigarette.

A good smoke can make sense.

She smoked and retired to bed.*

I felt it odd as she reacted tonight.

I had heard all they were discussing there in the other room in the evening, before the dinner.

I wasn’t surprised to find her sober beloved Waħīdah Yåqūb’s love life, or appropriately her sex life.

It wasn’t really shocking to find her experiences.

I fucked her because that was what her own Ammī wanted me to do.

“Fuck her yourself, Durgesh, before she is taken advantage of by someone not suitable for her.”

I respected her Ammī’s concern for her and obliged her immediately.

Why take chance to let anything wrong happen?

I always thought highly about her.

Everyone who knows, think highly about her and no one, who knows her, would be surprised to discover her as a slut as she had called herself today.

It was unbelievable.

I had to change her negative psychology as soon as possible.

She wasn’t a slut.

No girl must think herself a slut ever.

Sex is a normal desire.

Wasn’t it?

And as such It must be respected.

Chapter 2

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The game played, in our own way

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid yanked her hand off my Uncut Hindu Cock as if she’d been burnt by its touch.

She bolted upright on the couch and swiveled around to stare into my eyes.

“Allah! Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t know I was…I was…touching you there. Please forgive me,” she begged bringing her trembling hands together in front of her mouth.

Sitting up I reached over and pulled Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head against my chest with her face pointing down to my lap.

“It was an accident Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, don’t worry about it,” I soothingly repeated until she seemed to calm down some.

“Durgesh?”

“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“My dear, I truly am impressed, but don’t you think you should tuck that thing in now?”

She laughed all the way into the kitchen after she’d watched me trying to stuff the Hindu beast back into its cage.

She brought sandwiches and fresh soda and we curled back on the couch, me on one side and her on the other, and filled the rest of the day by watching some of the worst nonsense imaginable.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid did ask about Al Shafaq Al Åbbās once.

“What’s going to happen between you and your little Musalmān friend now?”

“Hopefully she’ll find someone else to take care of her needs,” I answered nonchalantly.

“I take it you weren’t in love with her then,” she asked.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God no! We just used each other to relieve tension is all. Besides, she’s married,” I said waiting for what I expected to come next.

Instead of a speech about the pit-falls of getting involved with a married woman she just snickered,

“Well, a handsome guy like you shouldn’t have any trouble finding someone else to help you with your tension problems.”

“I’m taking volunteers,” popped out of my mouth before I could stop it.

“Durgesh ! Shame on you. Although, after what I saw today, if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān I’d be on you like the speed of light squared,” she cackled mirthfully.

“E=mc2, kudos for the brainiest reference Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I laughed back.

There was a lull in the storm later that evening, but when it returned Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid slid over and snuggled up to me.

She covered us both with the blanket and propped herself against my side with my arm around her shoulder.

Without realizing I was doing it I let my fingers draw little circles on her upper arm.

The feel of her skin was warm and soft to the touch.

As my fingers rubbed they slowly slid forward, and before I knew it, I was actually rubbing the tips of them against the side of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s boob.

When she didn’t say anything, I became braver, naturally.

Gradually I inched my fingertips forward until they were barely touching the crinkled flesh of her areola under her slip.

A sudden shifting on her part brought her nipple directly under my fingertips.

It was hard.

As gently as I could muster, I rubbed the stiffness and felt it get even harder.

This went on for a few minutes before she moaned softly, excused herself saying she was tired, and went into her bedroom.

I didn’t hear her door close.

I had to sit there for quite a spell before enough blood drained out of my dick to allow me to walk without it pointing the way.

I shut everything off except a small light over the stove.

It was just enough light for me to see down the hallway and not run into the wall.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was open and as I got next to it, I peered in.

A spark of lightning outside her window lit her room up enough for me to see her curled in a ball on top of the covers.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you okay?” I asked, concern in my voice.

“I’m fine Durgesh, go on to bed. I’ll see you in the morning,” she said sounding far off.

“Okay. If you need me for anything, holler,” I told her not really wanting to go.

“I will. Goodnight, Durgesh.”

“Goodnight, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said, then went into my room and crawled naked under the covers.*

I had no idea what time it was when the repeated calling of my name finally woke me.

Outside the storm raged on, loud booming crashes of thunder followed by dazzling displays of lightning that lit up my room for several seconds at a time.

My eyes opened halfway just as another streak of lightning lit up my room, casting eerie shadows in every direction.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing by the side of my bed and it looked to me like she was shaking all over.

I sat straight up letting the covers bunch in my lap.

“What’s wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?” I asked worried that something bad had happened.

“I’m scared and I can’t sleep.” She sounded like a frightened schoolgirl.

The thought of how ironic this was almost made me laugh out loud.

When I was little, even then the storms like this would never terrify me.

I’d always go into my parent’s bedroom and say just about the same thing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had just done, but not out of fear, boldly instead.

My parents would lift the covers and allow me to snuggle into their protective warmth.

Turn about was fair play, so without thinking I held up the covers so she could crawl into bed.

Just as she was about to, another streak of lightning lit up the room and she froze.

I saw where she was looking and it dawned on me that I was naked.

I dropped the covers enough to hide my privates.

“Sorry, I forgot,” I said immediately. “My pajamas are on the floor somewhere, mind handing them to me?”

She had to wait for another bolt of lightning to light up the room before she was able to find them.

After tossing them to me, I lay back and struggled into the legs before lifting my hips and pulling them the rest of the way up.

That done I once again held up the covers and felt her crawl in next to me.

The sweet soft fragrance of jasmine filled my nostrils as she turned her back to me and settled in.

I stretched out on my back with my hands behind my head, our bodies barely touching.

I could feel her shiver every time the thunder boomed.

“Durgesh,” I heard her whisper after about ten minutes later.

“Yeah, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Would you hold me, please?” she asked in such a low voice that I barely heard her.

I immediately regretted not having at least tried to fasten the buttons on the pajama bottoms.

As soon as I flipped onto my side, facing her, my soft Uncut Hindu Cock flopped out the fly and pointed down at the mattress.

I knew it would be useless to go ahead and button up; they would just pop back open anyway.

The best thing I figured I could do was not get too close to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s back.

I stretched my bottom arm under my pillow and lay the one on top over her waist with my hand just reaching the softness of her tummy, leaving a small gap between us.

“Tighter, my dear,” I heard her softly say.

I grabbed the edge of my pillow and moved it so it was over the edge of hers, and then I inched towards her until her back and my front meshed in all the right places.

She was in a fetal position with her knees up, and when I scooted over putting my knees behind hers my Uncut Hindu Cock made contact with her slip-covered gorgeous Musalmān ass cheek.

The silky fabric felt good on my skin and I snuggled even closer pressing my Uncut Hindu Dick harder into the softness of her Musalmān bun.

“Better?” I asked, reaching up and combing my fingers through the hair on the side of her head.

“Ummm,” she murmured.

Slipping my bottom arm back under both pillows I let my other hand fall onto the soft skin of her upper arm.

I began drawing tiny circles just as I’d done earlier, my face resting next to the back of her neck.

Without even thinking about what I was doing, I reached up and swept her hair away from her neck, and then planted a couple of feathery kisses at the junction where her shoulder and neck met.

A soft moan escaped her lips and I brought my hand back to resume drawing circles on her arm.

I widened the loops of the circles toward the front of her until I was once again drawing them on the side of her breast.

“That feels nice,” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid whispered shifting her shoulder back and placing her hand flat on the topside of my thigh.

With her shoulder back I was able to reach the front edge of her slip where it started to cover her chest.

I let my fingers linger there pushing the fabric further away on each pass.

The touch of her skin and the heat of her body pressed against me had the blood filling my Uncut Hindu Cock in a hurry.

Spooned up against her I rotated my hips until my Hindu hardness slid along the silk of her slip until it pushed the fabric into the crack between her gorgeous heavy Musalmān cheeks.

“Durgesh …you shouldn’t be doing that,” she moaned, pressing her Musalmān ass back against the heat of my Uncut Hindu Cock at the same time.

What she preached, she herself did exactly opposite it.

Nuzzling her neck and raining tiny kisses along the top of her shoulder, I reached up and lightly pulled the strap of her slip down her arm to her elbow.

Next I placed the palm of my hand on the top swell of her breast and slid it downward pushing the slip off her tit as I did.

I felt the stiffness of her nipple scrape across my palm as my hand replaced the fabric that covered her left breast.

Her nipple grew even stiffer as I ran my fingertips over the top of it.

Cupping her shoulder and sliding away from her slightly, I gently urged her onto her back.

With the flashes of lightning, I was able to see that she was staring up at me as I propped my head up with my hand.

I was also able to catch glimpses of the crinkled skin of her areola and pointed nipple.

She let the arm closest to me fall between us and I felt her hand land on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her other hand came up and cupped my cheek tenderly.

“Oh Durgesh, we can’t do this. It’s wrong, so wrong,” she said, even as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān grip on my Uncut Hindu Dick tightened.

“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I just want to make you feel good. Is that so wrong?” I whispered as my hand roamed over her chest then slid under her slip and cupped her other breast.

“Ahhh,” she sighed as I pinched her nipple making it get as hard as the other one.

I played with her breasts one at a time, squeezing first one then the other before I leaned forward and captured the closest nipple.

My tongue drew more circles around the brown circle of her areola.

Her hand began to rub up and down on my Hindu shaft in shaky jerks.

The harder I kissed her nipple, the faster her hand moved on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

With her tit on my lips, I moved my hand down the front of her, sliding it lower and lower until I reached the hem of her slip on her thigh.

Thunder boomed making her jump just as my hand traveled back up her thigh and under the part of her slip that hid her beautiful excellent exquisite Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound.

My fingers raked through the hair covering her sex and found the nub of her clit peeking from its protective hood.

“Oh Durgesh, stop…we can’t… do this,” she panted as I bore down on her clit with the tip of my index finger.

Pulling my mouth off her nipple, I lowered my lips to hers.

There was no use of tongue, just a soft passionate connecting of lips.

She didn’t respond for a second or two, and then her hand snaked around to the back of my head and pressed my lips harder onto hers.

My finger left her clit and slid down between the slick lips of her pussy and burrowed into her moist Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel. Her tongue shot out and forced its way into my mouth as she began to kiss me with greedy abandon.

I worked my finger in and out of her increasingly wet pussy faster and faster.

“Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God. Allah! Oh my God,” she chanted thrusting her hips upwards burying more of my finger into her heat.

“That’s it, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, let it go,” I whispered encouragingly into her ear as I inserted a second finger.

“OHHH HONNNEEEYYYY!!!” she screamed as juice poured over my fingers and her thrusting hips slowed down and then stopped moving.

I slowly pulled my soaked fingers from her twitching pussy then brought them up to her mouth and she sucked her juices from them.

Lightning lit up the room and I saw her eyes watching as she licked the last drops of her tangy nectar from the insides of each finger.

She still had a grip on my Uncut Hindu Cock, but her hand had stopped stroking a while ago.

Her hand slipped off as I rolled over onto my back and stared at the shadows on the ceiling, listening as she tried to bring her breathing under control.

“Allah, God, Durgesh, what have we done,” she quietly asked.

“Nothing wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her reaching over and taking her limp hand in mine.

“How can what we just did, what I allowed us to do, not be wrong? You’re my husband’s friend only for Allah’s sake,” she countered.

“Come here, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I whispered coaxing her into my waiting arm.

She snuggled up against my side and rested her head on my chest.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. All you did was allow yourself to enjoy the pleasures I offered. It’s not like we had gone all the way, now is it?”

“But…” she sobbed.

“But what, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“I feel so dirty,” she moaned.

“Why,” I asked.

“Because…because I would have gone all the way. I would have let you make love to me,” she whispered into my chest.

“And I would gladly accepted your gift of unconditional love, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, but only if and when you are ready to give it. For now, just let your best friend take care of your needs, that’s all I ask.”

“You don’t find the idea of having sex with your Bhābhījān wrong, or disgusting as your little friend called us?”

“Can I tell you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Of course,” she answered.

“Ever since I was able to see you as a woman, not as just Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’ve wanted to have sex with you. Even to this day when I’m with some woman I picture your face as we do the deed,” I told her, expecting her to be shocked.

“I kind of figured that out when I heard you shouting ‘Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’ while you damn near killed that skinny Musalmān girl with your Hindu enthusiasm,” she chuckled lightly.

“So, you were watching. I wasn’t sure,” I said smiling at the memory.

“Can I tell you something, Durgesh?”

“Anything.”

“I feel so naughty telling you this. Anyway, I’ve watched you and that Musalmān girl several times,” she snickered.

I stroked her hair and asked,

“Did you like what you saw?”

“Yes. I…I couldn’t stop wishing it were me riding you instead of her. I’d get so wet that I had to go to my room and play with myself until I had an orgasm. But that’s as far as I thought I’d take it, just harmless fantasizing.”

“Now that it’s gone beyond fantasizing how do you feel?”

“Confused. Part of me wants to die for what we just did, but another part of me wants to feel you deepest inside me. Does that make any sense to you,” she asked, her hand inching down toward my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock.

“I understand, and I’ll never push you into something you’re not ready for. Just know that if you need any stress relief, I’ll gladly volunteer.” We both got a chuckle out of that.

“Maybe we should get some more sleep. Do you mind if I hold you while we sleep?” I didn’t understand that what she meant was, she wanted to hold my Uncut Hindu Cock, until her fingers wrapped around it.

“My dear, can I ask you one more thing?”

“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Did you deliberately let me enjoy the taste of me on your fingers?”

“Very much so. But it’d been so much better if you could have gotten it directly from me, instead of from my fingers.”

I felt her quiver as her hand tightened a little more around my Hindu shaft.

Sometime during the night, the storm had faded into a minor drizzle.

My eyes fluttered open then squinted from the brightness.

I was alone.

I couldn’t help but wonder if what had happened had just been a dream caused by my desire for Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.

Rolling over on my side, I caught the scent of jasmine that lingered on the other pillow.

My eyes opened completely and my Uncut Hindu Dick twitched as I brought my hand up to my face and sniffed.

The musky smell of pussy, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s pussy, was still on my fingers.

I had a hard time stuffing my Uncut Hindu Cock back into my pajamas on the way to the bathroom.

Even after my bladder was emptied, I had to tuck myself back in twice before I reached the kitchen.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was standing at the counter holding her cup of coffee in both hands as she stared out the window at the drizzling rain.

She had a towel wrapped around her head and was wearing her worn out terry-cloth robe.

She must have heard me approach, because she didn’t flinch when I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently began to knead them.

She smelled as fresh as the morning.

“Mmmmm,” she murmured as my fingers worked her shoulder muscles.

“Just got out of the shower?” I asked, gazing out at the rain.

“Uhuh,” she said as she took a sip.

“You smell great, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I told her.

“Listen, Durgesh,” she began before putting her cup down and turning around to face me. “What happened last night was a mistake. I was just being a foolish, lonely old woman that let things get out of hand.”

Stepping in closer to her, I put my hands on her hips and said,

“Were you?”

“I…” she started, her bottom lip quivering slightly as she gazed into my eyes.

Tilting my head I brought my lips down tenderly onto hers cutting off any further words of protest.

I held my lips on hers, and was rewarded with the feel of her arms, going around my neck.

And the sweetness of her returning my kiss.

Our kiss went on and grew more passionate; our tongues began to hunt for each other’s.

My hands slid around the front of her robe and untied the sash that held the halves together.

When we finally broke the kiss, I stepped back slightly and parted her robe.

Her hands slid down the front of my chest until they reached her sides and hung there unmoving.

My eyes feasted upon Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s loveliness.

Her breasts were ripe and full with just a hint of drooping, her areolas small crinkled circles of brown skin topped with erect dark- pink nipples.

She didn’t try to stop me as I placed my lips between their fullness and used my hands to squeeze them against my cheeks.

Pulling my lips back, I squeezed the globes closer together until I was able to kiss both nipples at the same time.

I heard her gasp and felt her fingers entangle themselves in my hair at the back of my head.

The longer I kissed the harder she pressed my lips onto her.

“Oh Durgesh, Allah, what are you doing to me, ” she whispered, her breathing growing erratic.

Releasing my hold on the sides of her tits, I kissed each nipple once more before making my way slowly down over the tiny soft swell of her belly.

I ran my tongue into her belly- button before sliding it lower, my hands holding her soft mature hips gently.

My knees finally touched the floor and I came face to face with her essence.

She had a neatly trimmed patch of brown hair covering her perfect Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound that slid up under her and covered the outer folds of her pussy lips.

Her inner labia hung down past the folds just enough to be visible; their edges tinged a light brown.

I could see her pinkish clit peeking out as I brought my mouth forward and captured it in my lips.

Her hands pushed on the back of my head.

Her breathing was becoming ragged and her hips were pushing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān onto my lips with ever increasing force.

“Not here, Durgesh,” she whimpered pulling me to my feet.

When I reached my feet, she grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the bedrooms.

Halfway there she dropped my hand then reached up and pushed the robe off her shoulders.

She flung the wet towel from her head over her shoulder at me.

I didn’t know it could, but my Uncut Hindu Cock got harder still when I watched her juicy Musalmān ass jiggle down the hallway.

I almost broke my neck shedding the pajama bottoms on the run.

I reached my room in time to see her spin around and fling herself backwards into the middle of the bed.

She was giggling like a schoolgirl and watching me with lust crazed eyes.

I reached the edge of the bed, my pulsing Uncut Hindu Cock sticking straight out in front of me, and looked down at her.

She stopped her nervous giggling, raised her knees and spread her legs as wide as she could.

Next she took her hand and placed two fingers into the softness of her slit and scissored the fingers apart.

Her inner and outer lips flowered open showing me the pink entrance to her wet, slick Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tunnel.

I crawled up on the bed sliding between her firm creamy white thighs, my Uncut Hindu Cock dangling at just the right angle for the head to slip between the folds of her moist Musalmān Cunt.

“Be gentle with me, Durgesh,” she moaned as her arms wrapped around me and pulled me down on top of her.

As my weight settled down on her, flattening her breasts between our bodies, I felt the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock slip deep into her snugness.

Pushing slowly forward I slid the rest of the way in until I felt my balls settle on the soft round cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

She pulled her lips from mine, grunted once, then raised her head to the side and sank her teeth gently into my shoulder.

I pumped my hips backwards until I almost fell out of her, and then slowly pushed back in.

I did this about ten times before she stretched her legs out and under, forcing my legs to the outside of hers.

This increased the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tightness around my Hindu shaft and also allowed her clit to ride the top of my cock at all times.

I wasn’t able to push my entire Uncut Hindu Dick into her in this position, but the sensation running along my cock was like no other that I’d ever felt.

The feel of her hard Musalmān clit scraping the top of my Uncut Hindu Cock, coupled with the tickle of her fur around the sides of it was fantastic.

I latched onto the side of her neck with my mouth as we pushed and pulled against each other at a leisurely pace.

“So good, so good, thank you, thank you very much,” she chanted as her upward thrusting began to become more forceful.

I matched her force, and in no time, we were fucking faster and faster.

She rained tiny kisses all over my face as her fingernails raked down my back.

I slid my hands up under her until I could grasp her ass.

“Yeah Durgesh, Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā, that’s it, I’m so close,” she cried into my ear.

Spurred on by the sounds of her throaty cries, I forced my feet between her closed legs.

As soon as she spread her legs wide open I propped myself up on my arms and began to hammer my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt mercilessly.

The sounds of my balls slapping against her butt increased my urge to piston faster and faster into her soaking wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān hole.

“Uuuhhhhgggg Allah! Oh God Durgesh, now, do it now. Fill me Durgesh, please, I beg of you. Your friend could never give me the pleasure you are bestowing on me. I can’t be honest even if I don’t admit that to you.” she wailed her face contorted in ecstasy.

I jammed my Uncut Hindu Cock into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt as far as I could get it and held it there, a flood of thick hot Hindu spunk shooting out of me in globs.

“I love you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I groaned as Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s Musalmān pussy milked the last rope of sticky Hindu semen from my balls.

As we lay in each other’s arms a short time later I couldn’t remember a time when I’d ever been happier.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head was resting on my shoulder and her warm soft tits were pressed against my side.

She was lazily running her fingertips from my chest to my stomach in large gentle circles.

“Are you still lonely, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally asked.

“No Durgesh, not anymore. I’m just worried,” she replied in a low voice.

“About what,” I asked.

“Now that you’ve tasted the forbidden fruit, and fulfilled our fantasy of having sex with each other, I’m just worried that you won’t want to keep eating the same old fruit.”

Reaching down I placed my fingers under her chin and lifted her face to mine so she could see my eyes.

“I love you with all my heart, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, and if you’ll let me show you, I guarantee you’ll never be lonely again,” I whispered.

“You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Just give me the chance to prove it, you’ll see,” I said.

I could see the doubt in her face disappear.

She lay her head back on my chest and let out a happy sigh before asking,

“How many times a day can you prove it?”

“As many times as you want,” I chuckled reaching down and cupping one of her breasts.

“You know that things will never be the same as they used to be,” she told me softly.

“No, no they won’t. They’ll be better from now on, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid.”

“You know, I was thinking I’d like to eat something new for lunch today. Something I’ve never had before,” she purred, as her fingers lightly trailed over my expanding Uncut Hindu Cock.

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The game played, in our own way

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

She had turned on the television and the blue glow glistened off the wetness of her hairless Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

It was obvious to me that she’d started without me.

She was so engrossed with her chore that she didn’t hear me drop my pants and free my raging Hindu tube of flesh.

She became acutely aware of it when I crept up behind her and jammed it all the way into her soaked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

“Allaaaaaaaaaaah!OH FUCK!” she squealed as my Uncut Hindu Cock slid roughly up her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt and my Hindu pelvis rammed into her bony Musalmān butt.

“A little warning next time, eh Hindu stud,” she snickered as she began to push back against my frenzied Hindu thrust.

My balls battered her Musalmān clit on each forward thrust, my hands holding her hips tightly as I pumped her viciously from behind muttering,

“OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID, OH. AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID.”

“Oooogh, a little role-playing. Try kinky, but I’ll play along,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās giggled.

“Who’s your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, who’s your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” she chanted each time her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and my Hindu pelvis collided.

Each time she chanted, ‘Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’, my Uncut Hindu Cock would twitch and I’d try to go faster and deeper.

The sloppy sounds of my Hindu balls bouncing off her wet Musalmān clit rang in my ears as the vision of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s solid Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass danced in my head.

I was pile driving into her so hard that she collapsed on the bed face first, where the bunched up covers muffled her screams of pleasure.

Crawling up and over her, I continued to feed all eight inches of my rigid Uncut Hindu Cock into her drenched Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hole until I felt her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cunt clamp down and begin to contract.

“OHHH, AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLIDDDDDD!!!” I wailed.

I unleashed the biggest flood of hot, sticky Hindu spunk into her quivering Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt that I’d ever shot at any one time.

As I rolled off her back, my deflating Hindu penis making a wet plopping noise as it popped out of her Musalmān hole, I caught something out of the corner of my eye in the hallway.

A ghostly white figure moved out of my sight so fast that I wasn’t even sure I’d seen it in the first place.

The sound of shuffling feet I was sure about though.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s usual peck on the lips was followed by a dressing down.

“Listen Hindu stud, I’m all for role-playing, but next time let’s pick something a little less creepy. Okay?”

With that, she was gone and I was left wondering if I had seen and heard what I thought I had.

I waited until I heard the front door close, then climbed out of bed and padded naked to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s bedroom door.

I don’t know what I expected to see.

I could just make out the lump of her body under the blankets and her terry-cloth robe lying on the floor next to the bed.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you still awake?” I asked quietly.

There was no reply.

I stared into the darkened room trying to make out more detail, but gave up and went back to my room.

My dreams were filled with images of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid watching me in her mirror as her hands barely covered the lush ripeness of her breasts.

A warm sweet smile played on her ruby-red lips.

The next morning, I found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the dining table sipping her coffee.

I felt her eyes follow me as I fixed myself a cup, but when I turned around, she was looking out the kitchen window.

I gazed out it myself and saw the dark clouds growing thicker and more menacing.

Sometime today, we were going to be in for one hell of a storm I told myself.

Thank Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, God, it was my day off.

I joined Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid at the table, the crotch of my boxers sticking to my sweaty balls.

“How’d you sleep last night,” I asked breaking the stillness of the morning.

“Like a rock. I think I drank too much wine. I practically passed out as soon as my head hit the pillow,” she answered looking down into her cup.

“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās and I didn’t disturb you? Did we?”

“Not at all,” she kinda whispered, still gazing into her coffee cup.

Even with her head pointing down, I was able to see the faint hint of color blush her cheeks.

“I don’t think your little friend likes me very much,” she said lifting her head up and gazing over at me.

“Don’t worry about her, she was just jealous,” I laughed.

“Jealous? Of what?”

“She didn’t know you were my Bhābhījān, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. She probably thought I’d picked you up and we were planning to…you know,” I couldn’t stop giggling.

“No, I don’t,” she replied, sounding genuinely unsure as to what I was saying.

“You know. The horizontal mamba…the beast with two backs…” I still could not feel my face flushing as I watched her beautiful Musalmān eyes grow wide with understanding.

“Oh. Oooohhhh!” the color on her cheeks rose another shade.

Laughing I said,

“Now you understand why she acted like she didn’t like you?”

“Yeah, I get it. But for the life of me, I don’t know why she’d think that. She could clearly see that I’m old enough to be more mature and sophisticated than she thought I am,” she said stone-faced.

Our laughter lasted a while.

“Nothing wrong with a mature Musalmān woman, especially a hot mature Musalmān woman,” I told her bravely keeping a straight face.

“So you like older Musalmān women,” she asked in a tiny voice, her eyes looking deep into mine.

“Woman. One very hot Musalmān woman,” I said reaching over and taking her hand loosely in mine.

“Oh my,” she said pulling her hand from mine as she stood.

I watched her cheeks sway as she walked over to the counter near the coffee pot.

When she turned around and leaned against the counter, I noticed how loose the top folds of her robe was.

I could clearly see the top swell of her breasts and a small portion of the valley that lay between them.

“You think I’m hot,” she asked, studying me with her eyes as she steadied the cup in both hands and brought it up to her lips.

“Smokin hot, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I cooed, not disappointed by the way she held the cup in front of her, blocked my view of her chest.

“Oh pooh, you’re just like your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, always the sweet talker,” she giggled, her eyes full of humor.

“Be that as it may, it doesn’t change the fact that I have the hottest Musalmān woman, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, on the block. Always have,” I countered, getting up and going to get another cup.

She almost made me drop my cup when she sat hers down then turned and wrapped her arms around my middle, hugging herself to my side.

I could feel the softness of her beautiful erect proud Musalmān boobs trapping my lower bicep between them.

“I know you’re just saying that to make an old woman feel good, but thank you anyway,” she said, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I blurted without thinking, “if you weren’t Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I would have been on you like white on rice last night.”

“Oh my,” she said again, then picked up her cup and scurried off to her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

I felt like a complete jerk when I realized how uncomfortable I must have made her.

I sat back down at the table to drink my coffee, and also to let the swelling in my boxers go down.

Halfway through the cup I made myself get up and go apologize to her for being such a bad friend.

I knocked on her door, opening it only after she told me to come in.

She was standing in front of the mirror brushing her hair, her eyes watching me in the glass.

“I’m sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I shouldn’t have said that,” I said apologetically.

“Did you mean it…the part where if I wasn’t your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm friend’s wife, you’d of been on me like white on rice,” she asked, her voice neutral.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I…” I left my sentence incomplete deliberately.

“Tell me the truth, Durgesh. Would you have?”

Standing up straight, I resolved to tell her the truth.

“Yes, yes I would have.”

“Well then I forgive you,” she said, her reflection smiling brightly at me.

“Then you’re not mad at me?”

“Quite the contrary. I’m rather flattered that a Hindu stud, such as yourself, would find me appealing enough to want to, how does it go? Oh yeah…jump my bones.” Her use of the word ‘Hindu stud’ brought a brief memory of me pounding Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s Musalmān pussy from behind.

“AL ZĀHIDAH AL KĦĀLID!” I cried, shocked to hear her speak this way.

“Oh relax, Durgesh,” she lightly laughed, came over and wrapped me in her arms. “I couldn’t get mad at you for telling me that I’m still a desirable beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman to even the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.”

My love for her overflowed and I crushed her to my chest, messing up her freshly brushed hair as I ran my hand through it.

“You’re suffocating me, sweetheart,” she mumbled against my chest before pushing herself away. “Now, what should we do today?”

“Anything you want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I answered fighting back tears of joy.

“With the way the weathers shaping up to be, how about we just lay around on the couch in our pajamas and watch movies. You do own a pair of pajamas,” she inquired after letting her eyes dart down to the slight tent in my boxers.

It made me proud of myself that she kept watching my tent with an obvious appreciation for it.

“Sounds good to me, and yes, I think I have a pair somewhere in my room. They’re probably pretty worn out though.”

“As long as they’re comfortable, who cares? It’s just the two of us,” she replied patting my chest with one hand signaling the end to our conversation.

I found a pair of pajama bottoms wadded up in the bottom drawer of my dresser.

Upon examination, I noticed the buttonholes that held the fly closed were really worn out.

I told myself that I’d have to be careful or my dingus would probably fall through the opening if I moved the wrong way.

I could have just put on some sweats, but the soft worn flannel of the bottoms was too hard to resist.

I went to the bathroom for a shower and saw that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was shut.

I wondered if she was going to wear her robe since I’d never seen her in pajamas of any kind.

The shower felt great, and as a precaution, I rubbed one out to make sure that my hormones didn’t start acting up anytime soon.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s door was still closed when I emerged dressed in a black t-shirt and the flannel bottoms.

I went into the front room, turned on the TV and pawed through my collection of DVD’s hoping I had something she would like.

Unless Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had become interested in action flicks, I could only find two that she might like, Sleepless in Seattle and You’ve Got Mail.

I put the last one in the player and waited for her to join me.

My couch had built-in recliners on both ends, which makes it impossible to place a coffee table in front of it.

Something I never worried about since I didn’t have one anyway.

I do have little tables on each end for drinks and such however.

I sat on the left hand side, put the TV and DVD player remotes in the middle of the couch, and kicked the recliner back.

I had been sitting there almost twenty minutes before I heard Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fluffy slippers, coming toward me.

I craned my neck around and watched as she rounded the couch.

She was wearing a soft pink slip with a fairly low cut neck that didn’t quite reach her knees.

Two thin straps held it up, and by the way, I saw her breasts jiggling.

I knew she didn’t have on a bra.

I didn’t know if she was aware of it, but another thing I noticed right away was I could see the faint brown of her areolas through the silky fabric.

When she sat down the slip hiked up exposing a generous portion of her beautiful Musalmān thighs.

I just sat there admiring her legs before she brought me back to earth by asking what we were going to watch.

“I like those movies,” she said happily, crossing one leg over the other and kicking her recliner back like mine.

“Before we start, can I ask you something, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Sure,” she replied.

Bringing my eyes back down to her legs, I asked,

“How have you kept your legs looking so good?”

“These old things,” she said, lifting the leg closest to me in the air and running both her hands along the calf muscle.

My eyes were glued to the inside whiteness of her other leg’s thigh.

“After your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, died, I started going to the gym to fill my day. I went every day up until the day I moved here with you,” I could hear the pride in her voice as we both admired her shapely Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān legs.

I could also hear the loneliness in her voice when she’d mentioned Åbdul Raħmān.

“The gym did you good, you have gorgeous Musalmān legs,” I softly said.

“There you go again, you sweet talker. Stop ogling your Bhābhījān’s Musalmān legs and start the movie,” she giggled, placing her leg back over the other one.

Halfway through the first movie the rain came.

At first, it was just a light shower that fizzled out after fifteen minutes.

We took that time to grab a couple of sodas from the fridge.

I sat back in my seat and when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid placed hers on the table next to me, I gave her an inquiring look.

“I’m getting a little chilly. Do you mind if I grab a blanket and stretch out with my head on you,” she asked.

What she was asking immediately registered in my brain.

She was leaning over with her hand still on her drink, the neck of her slip drooping down in front of her.

The view I had went past the beautiful valley of her still erect Musalmān tits all the way down to the sweet swell of her mature soft Musalmān belly.

I caught a brief glimpse of her curly brown pubic hair below her tummy, before she straightened up and asked me again.

“Yeah, uh, sure,” I said.

I put the remotes on my end table and waited.

I had to recline my seat all the way back when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid returned from the bedroom with a small throw blanket.

If I hadn’t she would have had to put her head in my lap instead of on my stomach, an idea I wasn’t keen on since my Hindu boner hadn’t gone down yet.

She lay on her side with her legs curled up, her head on my upper abdomen with one arm tucked under her and the other she hugged to her chest.

I managed to throw the blanket over her and we settled down to finish the movie.

Occasionally she would reach over me for her drink and mash her bottom-side breast into my ribcage.

My boner remained defiant, refusing to deflate no matter how hard I willed it to.

As long as we were lying there, it wasn’t a problem.

But when the first movie ended, I was relieved when Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid got up and put in the other one.

This time when she lay back down, she rested her hand in the middle of my thigh.

Just as the warmth of her hand seeped through to my skin the heavens opened up and rain came pouring down in buckets.

I don’t know about anyone else, but the sound of rain battering against the roof puts Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid in lalaland.

I heard tiny snores coming from her right before my eyes grew too heavy to keep open.

Visions of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s erect Musalmān tits played out in an endless loop in my head as the rain pounded the roof of the old house.

Thunder roared in the distance but failed to wake me from the pleasant sleep I was experiencing.

Even the feel of something warm and soft wrapped around the shaft of my Uncut Hindu Cock failed to disturb my slumber.

The sound of Al Shafaq Al Åbbās shrieking did wake me.*

My eyes snapped open and I saw her standing in front of the couch screaming at me.

Her hair was plastered to her head and she looked pissed.

Water rolled off her onto the floor and I wasn’t sure, if her trembling was from rage, or if it was because she was soaked to the bone.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s head shot up off my stomach just high enough for me to notice that my Uncut Hindu Cock had slipped through the fly of my flannel bottoms.

That wasn’t the thing that shocked me however.

The fact that my cock was so hard that pre-cum was dripping from the head, and that Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s fingers were wrapped around my pulsing Hindu shaft did.

“You fucking Hindu scoundrel! First, you make me play that disgusting role-playing game last night, and now, I see it looks like you really are fucking your Bhābhījān, your maraħūm Musalmān friend, Åbdul Raħmān’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid! That’s just sick, you fucking Hindu monster,” Al Shafaq Al Åbbās rambled on.

All I heard was,

“Blah, blah, blah.”

My mind was only registering the warm sensation of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s delicate beautiful Musalmān hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid must have been in shock too, because she didn’t move a muscle as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s tirade continued.

“After all the loving I’ve given you, you go and throw it all away by humping your own Musalmān Bhābhījān! You are so crazy to fuck any extremely beautiful Musalmān houselady if she only offers herself to you even once. That’s how you fuck all of us beautiful Musalmān houseladies and have become the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā of us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies. Well buster, you’re not poking this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy anymore. I can’t believe myself how crazy I myself was until now to have sex with you that I even cheated my otherwise quite gentleman Musalmān husband.” she spat, throwing the key to the house onto the floor and storming off.

The last thing I heard her say before the front door slammed shut was,

“You two are freaks!”

I smiled and remembered my love sessions with Al Shafaq Al Åbbās.*

Moonlight filtered in through the open curtains making it just light enough for me to watch as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s young beautiful Musalmān lips moved agonizingly slow up and down on my tingling Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young pink Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue occasionally running circles around the bulbous Uncut Hindu Cock head.

I lay there with my hands behind my head and surrendered to her wild Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān oral manipulations.

She was good, so damn good.

But her over moral Musalmān husband never allowed her to do it.

He claimed it was a sin in Islam.

She knelt on the bed at my side without using her hands and slurped my Hindu tool in slow up and down strokes, the fingers of her left hand working her clit and cunt into a state of saturated readiness.

That was something I really liked about her.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās would get sloppy wet before I even had a chance to touch her smooth shaved Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān box.

Her Musalmān husband hated her for it, while I loved Al Shafaq Al Åbbās for the same.

Being rather endowed her wetness helped when it came time for her to sink onto my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Another thing I liked about her was the fact that no matter how many times we’ve fucked, she always insisted on being on top.

I didn’t mind, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was as skinny as a beanpole with tits bigger than normal, and weighed maybe a hundred pounds soaking wet.

Being realistic, I knew that it appealed to me, and also to her need to dominate in everything she did.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth pulled off my Uncut Hindu Cock pole with a pop and she threw her leg over my hips.

Just as my Uncut Hindu Cock bottomed out in her deep cavern of sloppy Musalmān wetness I got the unmistakable feeling of being watched.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up.

I tilted my head to look around Al Shafaq Al Åbbās toward the foot of the bed, then out the open door into the blackness of the hallway.

I couldn’t see anything.

The light in the hallway was off.

Still, the sensation of being watched persisted.

“Hey infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Stud, you with me?”

Her question snapped my attention back to what was important.

The feel of wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt wrapped around my rigid Hindu rod.

Reaching up I pinched the light brown protuberances of her nipples and felt them get hard enough to cut glass.

That got Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s motor revved up.

In no time flat she was pounding herself down on all eight inches of my Uncut Hindu Cock and smacking my Hindu balls with her skinny Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her fingers clawed into the skin of my chest muscles painfully as her humping increased in tempo.

The squishy sounds of wet genitalia slapping together filled my bedroom and all thoughts of being watched fled as I felt the oncoming bliss of release.

Grunts of pure pleasure poured out of her lips as she feverously hammered down on me.

Faster and faster Al Shafaq Al Åbbās fucked me until suddenly, she sat straight up and squealed out her rapture as her gripping young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt milked my spurting Uncut Hindu Cock.

“OHHHHHH FUUUCCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!” she hollered and then collapsed onto my chest.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was a screamer.

I thought I heard the sound of shuffling feet but couldn’t be sure.

Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s loud panting masking out the sounds of the house.

After our breathing returned to normal, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās did what she always did after we fucked.

She pecked me on the lips, got dressed and left.

Not once had she ever stayed the night.

She didn’t want her husband to come looking for her.

Neither did I.

At a hundred and seventy pounds of lean muscle, I could hold my own.

But her husband was a bull of a man with one of the worst tempers I’d ever seen.

He was also my employee at the construction company I owned myself.

Was Al Shafaq Al Åbbās crazy?

Maybe.

Anyone who ever had as hot and wet of a Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy as Al Shafaq Al Åbbās’s would be crazy enough to chance his wrath too.

The sound of the front door latching behind her was the last thing I heard before sweet dreams beckoned me into their loving embrace.

However, I couldn’t help but say.

“She is too upset.”

My remark snapped Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid out of her trance, and when it dawned on her that she was clutching my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Chapter 3

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Posted: November 20, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Shafaq Al Åbbās, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

The game played, in our own way

Imām nārīm Sukr’té dadhāt .

Chapter 1

Early the morning I followed my nose down the hall towards the front of the house.

I noticed the bedroom across from the bathroom was empty, before entering the living room and continuing into the adjoining kitchen, dining room combination.

I stood in the doorway in my boxers and t-shirt letting the aroma of frying bacon and fresh coffee drift up my nostrils.

My heart filled with love as I watched the beautiful woman, her back to me, pull slices of toast out of the toaster and lather them with butter.

She was dressed in a whitish, threadbare terry-cloth robe that had long ago forgot that it used to be yellow.

The robe drooped at her shoulders but hugged the full firm roundness of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass before descending down to the backs of her knees.

Two shapely toned calves stuck out from below the hem of the robe, her feet covered in fluffy pink house shoes.

The woman’s wavy shoulder length, grey streaked brown hair bounced slightly as she buttered the last piece of toast.

“Morning, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I said from the doorway as my black eyes took her in.

Startled she spun around, one hand holding the butter knife while the other one darted up and clutched the top half of her robe closed.

The greenish grey eyes fell on my face and her generous lips spread into a warm smile.

“Durgesh! Damn, you almost made me pee my pants. Don’t sneak up on me like that,” she croaked, the hand holding her robe loosening.

“Sorry, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. That sure smells good,” I chuckled as I walked over next to her and fixed myself a cup of coffee, the top of her head barely reaching my shoulders.

She protested a little when I told her to sit and I’d bring us both some, but she did it anyway.

I put the plate of bacon between us on the table to share.

Neither of us wanted eggs, so we dined on toast and crispy bacon and washed it down with coffee.

She wouldn’t have it when I tried to take her cup to refill it; instead, she took mine and filled both of them up.

On her way back to the table, the top half of her robe parted some giving me a view of the top swell of her full Musalmān breast.

Creamy white skin sprinkled with freckles jiggled as she walked.

At fifty-three years of age, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was still a striking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman.

I didn’t chastise myself for the lewd thoughts that were bouncing around my head.

It was natural.

She was still extremely beautiful.

I sipped the hot coffee and thought back to how Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had come to be staying with me.

Almost a year ago to the day, Åbdul Raħmān, her husband, had suffered a massive heart attack and passed away.

It shook Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her very core.

We were all surprised since Åbdul Raħmān seemed to be in great shape for a man nearing his sixties.

The doctors had said it was a blocked artery that had caused it.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid tried to make a go at keeping the house, but the pitiful amount of life insurance Åbdul Raħmān had didn’t stretch very far.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid had always been a housewife with no discernable jobs skills, which made it almost impossible for her to get a job that would cover the bills.

I offered to move the seven hundred miles back home and take care of her.

A month ago, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse, especially now that the house was being foreclosed on; a fact that I hadn’t been aware of until it was too late.

If she came and stayed with me I wouldn’t even then get rid of my housekeeper, and she didn’t have to work for me in exchange for room and board and some spending cash too.

She offered to act as my housekeeper and I should get rid of the same.

I smiled and offered her to supervise on my housekeeper if she feels uncomfortable in living with me without doing anything in return for me.

She proposed she must be my employee as my house supervisor and would take a definite salary for it.

There should be a written legal agreement to such effect to ease her conscience that she isn’t taking any undue advantage of my generosity and humanity at all.

She couldn’t sacrifice her self-respect even for her survival.

I agreed to her terms, expressing gratefulness for not causing my existent housekeeper to lose her job.

She’d used the plane ticket I’d wired her the very next day, and now she was sitting in my kitchen enjoying a cup of joe and bacon.

I was pleased with myself even though her presence did put a damper on my love life, somewhat.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid held her cup in both hands with her elbows on the table as she sipped her coffee.

The top of her robe drooped open a ways and I could see parts of the round globes of her beautiful Musalmān tits pressed together provocatively.

The smattering of freckles made me want to ask if I could play connect the dots.

I kept my mouth shut, but felt a definite swelling in my boxers, as I stared at the white Musalmān creaminess.

I looked away just as her head lifted.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something,” she began hesitantly.

“What’s that, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“Do you always sleep with your door open?”

“Usually. Why, is my TV too loud at night? Because if it is, I’ll turn it down or off,” I said.

The memory of feeling as if I had been watched last night returned.

“Oh no, nothing like that. I was just wondering is all,” she replied dipping her eyes to take another sip.

“Well, if it’ll make you feel better I’ll close it from now on,” I told her, stealing another glance at her milky extremely beautiful Musalmān cleavage.

“Please don’t…I feel safer knowing you’re able to hear if I need you for something in the middle of the night.” Her eyes caught mine and held them.

“You having trouble sleeping, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I asked returning her steady gaze.

“Sometimes I wake up and can’t remember where I am. Just a foolish old woman scared of the dark,” she chuckled.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get used to being here. By the way, you’re neither foolish nor old,” I told her, giving her my best Hindu smile.

Indro nirjyotishā tamso gā aduxat.

Vr’shā yūthév vansagah kr’shŧīriyartyojasā. Eīshāno apratishkutah.

Beaming, she rose and came around to my side of the dining table.

She bent down and hugged me before tousling my still black hair and taking our cups for a refill.

My eyes followed her, greedily taking in the gentle swaying of her gorgeous Musalmān buttocks as she walked away.

I also brazenly watched her walk back, the subtle bouncing of her chest making me wonder if she was wearing a bra.

I got the answer when she leaned over and placed my cup on the table.

The robe parted enough for me to see the beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān valley between her breasts; there was no sign of a bra.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could tell she knew what I was looking at but she didn’t say anything.

She gave me a kiss on my forehead and went back to her seat.

What was she pretending?

We were best friends?

A thoroughly platonic relationship?

Well, it was not.

I could read her activities myself.

I wasn’t born yesterday.

I knew she loved me even while her husband was alive.

I called her, Bhābhījān’ then, but the throwing of my words were as if I was calling her, ‘Mérī Jān’ instead.

Åbdul Raħmān used to slap on my back,

“Hindu scoundrel, seducing my wife even? Even before my eyes?”

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid laughed teasing her husband.

“My ever-proud-of-me husband, it’s entirely the other way around, you idiot.”

Åbdul Raħmān laughed.

“You mean you are seducing Durgesh? Durgesh isn’t seducing you? I can’t believe it ever. You are teasing me.”

“I can’t help it if you can’t believe even the truth.” Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid used to say boldly winking at me.

“Stop it.” Åbdul Raħmān used to laugh, “Durgesh is hardening. He is really believing what you fake.”

“I thank Durgesh for appreciating my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty, if he really reacting as you say.”*

The hint of jasmine lingered in the air around my head as the hint of an oncoming erection swelled in my shorts.

“So, tell me, Durgesh,” she began, holding the cup with both hands and giving me another view of her still ever erect Musalmān boobs being squeezed together. “That Musalmān girl that was here last night, are the two of you serious?”

“Al Shafaq Al Åbbās? No, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, we’re just friends,” I said.

“Well, judging by the sounds I heard, you two must be real good friends.” Her eyes twinkled and I could see she was having trouble suppressing a smile.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh God, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I’m sorry. Al Shafaq Al Åbbās, umm, gets a little vocal sometimes,” I smiled cunningly; even the heat wasn’t rising to my cheeks.

“Don’t be sorry, there’s nothing wrong with persons, expressing themselves. Why, if your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, hadn’t clamped his hand over my mouth on occasion…” her voice trailed off and sadness filled her eyes.

Getting up and going over to her, I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and asked,

“You miss him, don’t you, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

Turning in her chair, she wrapped her arms around my waist, lowered her head against my stomach and sobbed out,

“Very much so. I get so lonely sometimes without him.”

“You’re not alone anymore, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. You have me now,” I told her softly.

She let out a funny laugh before saying,

“Uh, my dear, I didn’t mean I felt alone. I meant that I get lonely sometimes.”

I really did see the difference.

“How about I take you out to dinner tonight,” I asked stroking her hair.

“My dear, you don’t have to do that. I’ll be fine, really,” she replied her voice muffled since her mouth was pressed against me.

“I want to, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid. I think it’d do us both good to get out for a change. It’s Friday, I don’t have to work tomorrow so we can stay up as late as we want. What do you say?”

“If you really want to, then okay,” she whispered against my stomach.

I said it was a date, kissed her on the top of the head and went to get ready for work.

Once dressed I went back out into the front room where Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid was waiting, holding the sack lunch she had made me.

After giving me a tighter than usual hug she stood on tiptoes and gave me a soft peck on the lips before sending me on my way, an obvious Hindu bulge in my britches.

From the time I’d seen her, I had found Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid alluring.

I don’t know why; it wasn’t as if she had run around the house naked or anything.

Hell, I’ve never even seen her undressed.

No accidental nip slips, up skirts or any of the things fantasies are made of.

When I fucked anyone after seeing Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, I could only visualize her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.

I had stood in the shower on many occasions seeing her face before me as I mauled my growing Hindu penis.

As it grew older her image had been replaced by the real thing, but it always lingered in the back of my mind.

I often thought that no girl could live up to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s standard.

Even now, with her being as old as she was, I still got aroused by being near her.

Call it what you will, I can’t explain it.
On Fridays, we worked a little later than the rest of the week.

All the tools and equipment had to be put away for the weekend.

I walked in the front door shortly after six pm to find Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid sitting on the couch skimming through a magazine.

The 50-inch TV was tuned to the local news but the volume was so low that it couldn’t be heard.

She turned her head in my direction and smiled hugely as she stood to show off her outfit for our dinner date.

The vision in front of me took my breath away.

Her hair was swept back in a French braid, she wore tiny ruby-red earrings that matched the shade of her lipstick and a delicate strand of pearls hung around her neck.

What really caught my attention was the way the knee high black dress clung to the contours of her still young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, accentuating her slim waist and full hips.

The modest plunge of the neckline was just enough to show off the top swell of her creamy breast to perfection.

On her feet, she wore low-heeled black pumps that pushed the muscles of her calves up, giving her bare legs and covered heavy Musalmān buttocks just the right touch of firmness.

Before me stood the most erotic Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman, I’d ever seen, and all I could do was stand there and stare. Nothing else.

Damn it.

“Well silly, tell me what you think,” she giggled at the look on my face.

“You…you…look absolutely beautiful, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I finally managed to say.

I saw her eyes dart to the front of my straining jeans then back up, before she said,

“Thank you, now come and help zip me up the rest of the way.”

She turned her back to me and I could see that she’d only managed to zip the dress up to not quite the middle of her back.

Stepping around the couch, I came up behind her and grasped the tiny zipper in my hand.

I watched in fascination as the two halves of the dress came together and hid the black bra under it.

The back of the dress was high, and I noticed that the zipper started where the beginning swell of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s beautiful heavy Musalmān ass was.

By the time I had it completely zipped the front of my jeans were straining a lot harder.

I excused myself and took off for the shower.

Dressed in the suit, a navy-blue pinstripe, and a crisp white shirt, I went into the front room with the maroon tie dangling around my neck.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid took one look at me and whistled before coming up to me and knotting my tie.

The sweet smell of jasmine floated off her and into my nostrils for the second time that day.

“Your friend, Åbdul Raħmān, could never get this right either,” she chuckled, patting my cheek softly after fixing the tie.

I caught a glimpse of mist in her eyes before she turned away.

“So, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you ready to go turn heads,” I gushed with pride.

“Aren’t you calling me by name? Why yes Durgesh, I am, although I doubt if I’ll turn too many heads,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

“What are you talking about? I’ll probably have to fight off a legion of smitten fellas,” I chuckled taking her hand in mine.

“Oh Durgesh, if that were only true. In case you haven’t noticed, your Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s no spring chicken anymore,” she made a clucking sound to emphasize her point.

“Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, you’re the sexiest Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān woman on the planet and don’t ever think otherwise,” I barked; her hand tightened on mine as we walked to my car.

We had dinner at Armando’s Fine Italian Foods, a restaurant with an attached lounge to it.

The pasta was great, and by the time, we finished eating she had almost killed off a bottle of red wine that I’d ordered for her.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank the entire of it, since ‘I was driving’.

Soft music coming from the lounge drew our attention.

She was having too good of a time for me to let it end too soon, so I suggested we go to the lounge to relax.

A suggestion she apparently liked.

She ordered a couple more glasses of wine then settled back to enjoy the music.

Halfway through the glass, a particularly slow song came on and Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid asked if I would dance with her.

I led her to the small platform the place called a dance floor and swelled with love as she glided into my arms.

With her arms around my back, her hands up on my shoulders, she let her head rest on my chest.

We went around in slow circles, my hands softly stroking up and down her spine as several of the male patrons shot envious glances our way.

Once, my hand slid down a little further than I’d planned.

I felt the swell of her backside before I could jerk my hand back up.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid snickered and moved in closer to me.

I was pretty sure that she felt the characteristic Hindu bulge in my pants, but she didn’t say anything.

We stayed another hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid drank some more wine, and danced one more time before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid wanted to go home.

My euphoria burst like a collapsing dam when we entered the house and found Al Shafaq Al Åbbās sitting on the couch surfing through the TV channels.

I’d forgotten that I’d given her a key so she could come over late at night and not have to knock to get in.

A look of pure contempt on her face gave way to a small smile after I introduced Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid to her.

She told Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid what a pleasure it was to meet her, and she told me that she’d see me in the bedroom.

With a bold look of ‘embarrassment’, I said to Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid, “I’ll shut the door.”

“Please don’t. I’ll probably be out before you two even get started,” she smiled widely at me.

“You sure?”

“I’m sure. Oh, before you go to bed I do need your help with something,” she said softly.

“Okay. What do you need, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid?”

“I need your help in getting out of this dress,” she said pointing toward her back.

“Right, the zipper. I forgot,” I said following her to her bedroom.

Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid flipped on the light and walked over in front of a dresser with a large mirror.

I stepped up behind her and felt my fingers start to shake as I lowered the zipper.

I had only intended to pull it down low enough for her to finish the job, but the lower it went the more intrigued I became.

First, the strap and hooks of the black bra appeared and I continued to pull the zipper lower.

When I’d pulled it down to just below her waist, I could see the waistband of her panties.

A little lower and I could tell that they were made of a sheer black fabric. By the time I had the zipper all the way down, I could see most of Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass crack through the sheer material.

“That’s good my dear, thanks, I had a wonderful time. Goodnight,” she whispered keeping her back to me.

“’Night, Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid,” I croaked, tearing my eyes off her extremely beautiful Musalmān ass and heading for the door.

For some reason, when I reached the hallway I turned around and stood there watching Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid undress.

She reached up, and pushed the dress off her shoulders and let it glide down her legs where it bunched up around her ankles.

All of her panty-covered Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was revealed to my leering Hindu male eyes.

As she bent over to step out of the dress, I noticed the panties had a solid black strip of material that completely covered her Musalmān crotch.

I also noticed that her Musalmān thighs were toned, smooth and muscular, much more than of the women of her age usually were.

When she straightened up, she reached both hands behind her back and undid the hooks of her bra.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell to the floor.

Her reflection in the mirror stared at me as I tried to see her breasts in the glass.

All I got was a brief glimpse of quarter-sized brown areolas before Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s hands came up and cupped her tits.

I wasn’t sure, but I thought I saw that her nipples were stiff and aroused.

I stared at Al Zāhidah Al Kħālid’s face in the mirror as she stared back before she slowly turned to face me, her hands hiding her breast from view. She walked over and kissed me lightly on the lips.

“Goodnight, Durgesh, sweet dreams,” she purred, then turned and went back to stand in front of the dresser leaving the door wide open.

My jacket, shirt, tie and shoes were scattered in the hall by the time I reached the threshold of my bedroom.

On the bed in front of me, Al Shafaq Al Åbbās was kneeling with her Musalmān ass at the edge of it, trying to pull back the covers.

Chapter 2

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1. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

It’s better now, in this way

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It’s better now, in this way

Tonight, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to seduce Durgesh, the ever infamous yet ever utmost successful Muslimātramañ.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe how wrong that still sounded.

The idea first occurred to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb the last time I visited her mansion.

I spent most of her time in fucking extraordinary beautiful Musalmān houseladies and businesswomen, but I still took the time to visit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb on the big holidays, and other breaks.

Fortunately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lived fairly close to a nice beach–and by close, it meant only a thirty minute drive–giving us something to do when neither of us has a better idea.

Together, along with hundreds of other like-minded individuals, we spent several lazy afternoons sunbathing under the blazing Californian sun.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still possessed the best body, even while a combination of laziness and willful ignorance led to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb putting on a few pounds, compared to how fit Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb used to be when Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still had plenty of time and energy to exercise regularly.

Of course, back then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was financially supported by her husband.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb still considered herself beach worthy, though, and had no problems showing up in a string bikini.

Basking in the sweet summer heat was the first time Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed how great Durgesh looked, despite his sixty-six years old age.

Every beautiful woman claimed he was thirty six only.

Durgesh never looked more than twenty eight even.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever Durgesh obsessed young Musalmān lady brigade claimed Durgesh was even less than twenty eight.

Nonsense.

I was shirtless–wearing just swim shorts–lying next to Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got a great view of her hairless body.

I took after her father in that aspect.

A roughly diamond shaped patch of hair, with a happy trail leading down her stomach.

Before that, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had never thought of me as sexually attractive.

I was always just her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters, but seeing the similarity to her dad piqued her curiosity.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wondered if other parts of mine were similar too.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down and noticed the slight bulge in her trunks, but it was impossible to tell much from that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt herself get excited, and felt very ashamed of her that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was having sexual thoughts about Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ.

Most of the Musalmīn, the others called them Pseudo Musalmīn however, claimed Durgesh was interested in having sex with Musalmān Beauties only to humiliate Musalmīn.

Even the Musalmān friends of Durgesh resented it.

They claimed Durgesh never seduced any Musalmān houselady of any Musalmān that wasn’t a terrorist/criminal/criminal minded.

If the Musalmān houseladies are themselves crazy to have sex with Durgesh, we can’t expect Durgesh to behave as an impotent.

The next day, we went back to the beach–one last time, before I went back to her services–and just like the day before, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked me to lotion up her back.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never made anything sexy out of it before, it was just routine.

Only this time when her hands touched her skin, goosebumps rose all over her skin, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her nipples harden.

When I was rubbing in the cream, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb imagined the same hands caressing every inch of her still amazingly young extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, squeezing her tits and working their way down between her legs.

It took Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a while to process those emotions.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew it was wrong–on an intellectual level–but it was really hard to ignore your own physical needs.

And Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew since that day at the beach, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted Durgesh the ever infamous Muslimātramañ.

The only problem was, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had no idea if I felt the same way about Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, which was a pretty big stumbling block.

If we weren’t related, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could just go up to Durgesh and ask me if I wanted to go out sometime, and if I didn’t want to, it was no big deal.

We’d just live our separate lives.

But our lives weren’t separate, and if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb came onto me, it could lead to disaster.

So, her plan was to find out if I was interested, and if I was–admittedly, a very big “if”–go from there.

That was easier said than done.

Tonight was Thanksgiving, and I was due to arrive any moment now.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent all day yesterday cleaning the small one bedroom apartment Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb now called home.

Living in a big house had been nice, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really didn’t miss the amount of work it took to keep a big place like that clean–not that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could afford it if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was paying for other necessities more, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t afford a much bigger place even if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to.

The only downside was not having a guest room, but even Durgesh never objected sleeping on the couch.

The hardest part had been picking out clothes to wear.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could show off her body in, but nothing too obvious.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ended up choosing a black satin push up bra, along with matching thong panties Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got from Victoria’s Secret.

If things don’t go as well as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped they do, they could still be explained as regular underwear.

They weren’t as scandalous as some of the sheer see through ones, that would leave no doubt about her intentions.

If things did go well though, they were just sexy enough.

Just sliding the panties up her legs, knowing full well what her plans were, was enough to get her juices going.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had to stop and bring herself to a shuddering orgasm before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was able to finish getting dressed, or risk ruining her underwear already.

The ensemble was completed by a nice coffee toned skirt, and a very form fitting white blouse.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to look good, but not overdo it.

It would be weird if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dolled herself up just for me, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went light on the makeup, and just cemented that natural look guys seem to love.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just went barefoot in her apartment, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided against putting on socks or heels.

Let Durgesh admire her legs and feet, if he wanted to.

Looking at herself in the mirror now, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was satisfied. Not too formal or dressed up, but distinct enough to make an impression. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left her hair alone; it looked good the way it naturally draped over her shoulders.

The eight pound turkey was already in the oven, along with the stuffing. All the food Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb prepared–mostly store bought and canned, unfortunately–was definitely too much to eat for just the two of us, but it meant Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wouldn’t had to do any cooking in the foreseeable future, which suited her just fine.

For a special feast like Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would normally had cooked everything herself, but the last couples of days she’d been way too occupied with other–lustier–thoughts, to exert the effort required.

As Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was checking on the turkey, which would be done soon and already started turning into a beautiful golden brown, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was reminded of a conversation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had with her best friend, Åāýeshah, a few weeks earlier.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told her over drinks that Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really needed to get laid, and planned to seduce a hot Hindu stud. Of course, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb left out the part where that Hindu stud would be Durgesh himself.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb and Åāýeshah were very good friends, but how do you tell someone you plan to fuck a Hindu Muslimātramañ?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked her for advice on how to seduce someone thirty plus years your senior, if there was any chance he’d be interested in a younger woman, but Åāýeshah just laughed.

“Please! All you need to do is flash your beautiful Musalmān tits at them, and they’ll come running willingly.”

Åāýeshah was open and forward that way, something Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was jealous of at the moment.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was sure if she were in the same position, she’d just open the door stark naked, and expect Durgesh to fall from his arrogant Hindu male grace, advising to service her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just couldn’t picture herself doing something that brazen.

She did had a point though.

Durgesh is supposed to notice her body, and her current getup didn’t really show off anything.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went back to the bathroom, and took her shirt off. The bra had to go, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took it off.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a loose tank top and a red pastel blazer. One look in the mirror confirmed that going bra-less was definitely the way to go.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was pretending to serve something on the dinner table, and the tank top was loose enough to get a pretty good shot of her beautiful Musalmān cleavage.

If Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward enough, Durgesh could definitely see all the way down.

That will give Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb some room to play with, depending on the mood.

At the thought of Durgesh ogling her tits, her nipples hardened.

They were clearly visible through the fabric, which they hadn’t with the bra.

Another point for bra-less.

Her skirt didn’t match the new outfit, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a pair of snug dark jeans.

To top it off, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug a silver chain necklace out of her jewelry box, set with a small ruby pendant.

It hung directly between her breasts.

It will definitely draw Durgesh’s attention.

It was not a real ruby, of course–or real silver, for that matter–not that it mattered much.

The purpose here was to flaunt something else, something definitely authentic.

All that was left now was a splash of perfume, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was finished.

The oven beeped from the kitchen, signaling that the turkey is ready.

It looked absolutely delicious.

If anything was going to happen tonight, it will be consensual.

Between two adults.

Two grown up people who were capable of making their own choices in life.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started setting the table, popped the gravy into the microwave for a short bit, and set her plate opposite her on the long edge. That way Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have an excuse to reach over the table and give me an eyeful of her rich lustrous cleavage.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still carrying stuff out of the kitchen, the doorbell rang, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never got this nervous except for first dates, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb guessed this was a first of sorts.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took two very deep breaths, and opened the door.

I was standing there, looking handsome.

“Hey, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I said, with a smile on her face.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took a step forward, and embraced me in a hug, sliding her arms around her chest.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her warmth against her body, and her heart skipped a beat.

Her nipples, which were definitely hard again, dug into her chest.

There was no way I wouldn’t feel them, pressing into me.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her hand on her back, and goosebumps rose on her arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiled inwardly, and let go.

“Gee, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. Miss me much?”

“It is always nice when you visit. You know that. Come in, food’s ready.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t had to repeat herself.

I stepped in.

“Mmm, that smells wonderful.”

We sat down.

Everything was going good, so far, except for the fluttering in her stomach.

“Tell me how’s it going in your business, Hindu Nandoī jī?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and grabbed a large carving knife and fork.

With every cut of the knife, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the pendant between her breasts jostled around.

“It is going pretty good, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

The pendant seemed to be working.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed I kept sneaking glances at her rich bosom when I thought Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not paying attention.

I was obviously enjoying the sight, so Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was going to up the ante a bit.

See what he makes of this.

“You want some breast?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb asked, feigning innocence, and hold up a piece of turkey Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just carved.

“Sure!” I held out her plate, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb loaded the piece on. Damn, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could had reached all the way over to her plate and given me two additional pieces of breast.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t believe what a rush this is, both scary and exciting.

“Thanks,” I said, and began piling on side dishes.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured some red wine into her glass, and handed me one filled with juice, then filled her own plate, finishing with a nice splash of gravy.

“Happy Thanksgiving, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb!”

“And the same to you,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reply. “You know, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is really glad you’re here.”

“Aw, thanks Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb. You know Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I love being here.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think I knew–yet–just how glad Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb really was.

“And you’re always welcome! So, tell me more about your new adventures in protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our own ever unjust Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.”

He did, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb listened.

For a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost forgot about her intentions, until we both finished our plates.

Every once in a while, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb caught me sneaking glances at her glorious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān cleavage.

Her nipples were still hard and clearly poking through the fabric.

“Seconds?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask me.

“Yeah,” I replied.

Before he could hold up her plate, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up, and–sticking a piece of turkey on the fork– reached all the way over to her end of the table.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had seen the effect this had on her tank top earlier in the mirror, and knew that right at this very moment,

I could very clearly see her beautiful tits, diamond hard nipples and all. This is it,

Let’s see if he bites.

“Thanks,” I smiled.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sat back down, smiling.

The sight clearly had some effect on me.

“No problem, there’s plenty more where that came from,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb said, teasing me with the double entendre.

This was starting to be really fun, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt a dampness forming below.

“Could you pass me the gravy?” I requested.

There wasn’t any damn nervousness in her voice, as she had thought.

Well, wasn’t Durgesh Anant Sr’shŧi Chod infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu?

It was normal for him.

Isn’t Durgesh fucking infinite extremely beautiful Musalmān houseladies always in his infinite identical bodies?

Yes, his opponents claim they aren’t his infinite bodies actually.

They are infinite identical humanoid robots that are made to impersonate Durgesh everywhere.

Durgesh and HVSI has infinite money.

They can easily do it for security of Durgesh.

Both Durgesh and HVSI are ever indomitable.

Aren’t they?

Emboldened by her response, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the gravy boat, and using one hand to brace herself on the table, leaned over again.

Instead of just placing down the boat near me, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb poured it on her plate herself.

“Just say when, honey.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took her time, pouring slowly; to make sure I received plenty of time to stare.

I was openly not paying attention at all to her plate anymore.

A small shiver ran through her body.

The plate was drowning in gravy now.

“Really? You planning on drinking this?”

I was instantly snapped out of her reverie.

“That was too much! Damn it.”

“Well, you didn’t say when.”

“Sorry, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was distracted.”

“By what?” Could he be so bold and admit I had ogled Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb’s tits?

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I don’t know.” Smooth.

He’s clearly unsure whether Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just accidentally giving me the show of a lifetime, or not.

I was probably as aware as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was of how disastrous a mistaken assumption could be.

For that matter, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was not really sure yet either.

It was one thing to appreciate someone’s boobs, and quite another to take it further.

Durgesh shifted around in her seat a bit, and rearranged her pants with one hand.

Did I actually had a boner?

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was astounded, that opened up a lot of possibilities.

“So, do you have a new girlfriend recently?”

“No, I’ve been too busy. Girls take up a lot of time. Besides, they were all just so… immature?”

Was I hinting at something?

“Really? And how old is your dream woman exactly?”

“Uh, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I can’t say,” I said, sounding very honest. “Just someone more, you know, experienced.”

“What, someone like me?” Hopefully that isn’t too forward.

“Um, yeah. I mean, uh, you know, someone LIKE you, but not, uh…” I was not squirming around nevertheless, and neither started to blush.

What a sight!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb decided to let me off the hook, though.

There’s no reason to rush things.

“I know, don’t worry.”

I smiled, looking relieved.

We were both finished with eating at this point.

They could wait until tomorrow; I had better things to do.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was completely stuffed, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought the turkey’s making her sleepy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed the bottle of wine–now half empty–and glasses, and move to the couch in the living room.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb took off her blazer, and relaxed into the smooth and cool leather.

Durgesh sat down at the other end, and poured more wine for her.

“Dinner was great, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

Without shifting in her seat, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reached forward and tried to grab the glass of wine standing on the coffee table, giving me another view of her beautiful bare Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb almost overdid it, and stopped shortly before her breasts spilled completely out of her top.

Although that idea had merits.

Now it was time to see whether or not all of this was in vain.

“Thanks. I’ve been up on her feet all day, getting ready.” Well, that was true enough.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just hadn’t spent the entire time on the food. “You won’t mind giving your old Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb a foot rub, would you?”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spun around, resting her head on the armrest, and without waiting for me to reply,

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb plopped both her feet into her lap.

Jackpot!

Her heel made contact with something long and hard.

This was definitely a good sign.

I was squirming around at the unexpected pressure on her Uncut Hindu Cock, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended as if Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was trying to find a comfortable spot–surreptitiously rubbing her Hindu hard-on through the fabric several times.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb settled in, her one beautiful Musalmān foot still resting on her Uncut Hindu Cock.

I smiled triumphantly.

Naturally, I started rubbing the other foot with her hand, kneading the sole with expert fingers.

Time to tease me some more?

“Mmmm, that felts good, Durgesh, but can you be a little bit harder?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt her Uncut Hindu Cock twitch a bit, and I held her breath. “It has been a long day, and her feet hurt.”

“Sure, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb,” I exhaled, and started kneading harder.

It actually did feel a lot better.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb closed her eyes.

“Tell me more about your new sexual adventures while you were protecting us beautiful Musalmān houseladies from our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind that doesn’t want us liberated ever, despite it’s Modern Democratic Årabia now, led by the ever greatest Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan the Kħātūn-e-Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu tåālā ånahā herself reincarnated,” She murmured.

I started talking about it, but the food combined with the wine took its toll on her, and while I was still rubbing her feet cunningly taking her palm upto her smooth Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān thighs and sometimes upto her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy even, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dozed off.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt knowing very well that she wasn’t dozed off actually.

She was only pretending it.

Actually, she was enjoying it more than even I was.

That’s why she requested me to rub her feet.

She knew I would certainly take the advantage of it and enjoy as much sex with her as I could.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends had told her that so many times.

“If you want to enjoy sex with Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu, it’s enormously easy. Just take wine in his presence, act dozed off, request him to help you, and he would do everything the rest.”
“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb awakened to her gently shaking her shoulder.

“Wha…?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb ask, blearily. “What time is it?”

“It is getting pretty late. Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I let you sleep for a bit, but now Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was getting tired too, and you’re sleeping in her bed.”

‘Shit.’ Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb thought, ‘That didn’t go exactly as planned. Not all is lost, though. Time for her backup plan.’

“Ok. I am gonna go take a quick shower, and I’ll bring you some cleaned sheets for the couch.”

Sleeping on leather sucked, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t want me to settle in, before Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put on a show.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got up, and headed to the bathroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb purposefully left the door cracked open, just an inch.

If someone–in this case Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped it will be her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of her husband’s entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters–peeks in, they had a clear view of the side of the tub with the shower head through the large wall mounted mirror.

If I were actually going to do it, I would be waiting to hear the water.

Consequently, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb simply stripped off her clothes without a lot of pomp, and stepped into the tub.

The shower curtain wasn’t very see through.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just had to leave it open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb would have to pay attention and not make a mess on the floor.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turn on the water and let it run for a bit, waiting for it to heat up.

Once it was hot enough, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped under it, and let the water run over her smooth, naked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān skin.

She made sure to stand facing the mirror.

While Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was lathering up her arms and shoulders, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed the door moving inward slightly.

Through the mirror, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could vaguely make out her face looking in through the crack.

The butterflies in her stomach returned.

This was much better than even just flashing me a brief glimpse of her extremely beautiful Musalmān tits.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was standing there, fully naked, and I herself was looking directly at her.

That was all the confirmation Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed.

Durgesh too was interested in her sexually.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that was interested in me sexually.

It wasn’t a one-way traffic, thanks Allah.

It was a two-way traffic at least.

It wasn’t Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb alone that wanted to fuck Durgesh, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, the Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Durgesh, too wanted to fuck Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.

Consensual Sex between two consenting adults.

What the hell was wrong in it?

Isn’t it what the entire åālmīn, entire Creations do?

It’s what the nature itself requires to keep the human race going on.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb continued lathering up her body, going slower than she ordinarily would.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent a lot of time soaping her tits, focusing on her hard nipples.

Then her legs, then her pussy.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shaded yesterday in anticipation, and her skin was nice and smooth.

Next, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pretended to accidentally drop the shampoo bottle.

It made a loud clattering sound, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, spread her legs a bit, then leaned over at the waist to pick it up, exposing her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass and pussy to her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of his entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel the warm water splash on her lower back, and involuntarily shuddered at the thought of being so… exposed.

Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb shampooed her long brown hair, while rinsing the suds off the rest of her body.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb rinsed off the shampoo, and then applied conditioner.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t actually need to, but Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was getting so excited being watched, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to prolong the experience as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could.

And Durgesh still hadn’t seen the highlight Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had planned.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb put one leg up on the rim of the tub, and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia.

Allah! Oh God, yes.

The wetness Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt below wasn’t just from the water.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted a finger, and slowly moved it in and out, letting out a moan here and there.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb inserted another finger, and stimulated her g-spot, while gently rubbing her clit with her thumb.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed the other hand to steady herself.

Since Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb spent the entire day in various states of horniness, it didn’t took a lot to push her over the edge.

She melt into a climax, and let the waves of pleasure bounce around her body, tingling from head to toe.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb opened her eyes again, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb noticed Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was slumping against the wall.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t even feel it; too lost in the big O.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb needed that.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood up again, and washed the conditioner out of her hair.

Then, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned off the water abruptly and stepped out.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb heard footsteps outside the door, confidently departing, and smiled to herself.

I had just received a one of a kind performance, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb hoped I enjoyed it as much as Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb did.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb grabbed a towel and rubbed herself dry, going much faster now that I was not watching anymore.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t blow-dry her chair, and instead just let it hang loose in wet strands.

Instead of putting on her clothing, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb just wrapped the towel around her, which would make the next part easier.*

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stepped out of the bathroom, and grabbed a cleaned linen sheet and spare blanket from her bedroom.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb walked out into the living room, where I was sitting gravely on the couch.

He didn’t look even slightly embarrassed, and sat as if I was even not trying to hide an erection.

The fly on my jeans was still open.

This was going to be it, no turning back now.

Either Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was just about to fuck her husband’s Hindu Brother in law, husband of even her entire rotten yet extremely beautiful Musalmān sisters too as well as that of her Musalmān nanads, or her life was going to be ruined forever.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned down to place the sheet and blanket on the couch, and the towel Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had only loosely wrapped around her fell down. I smiled, and I took it all in.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb looked down, and saw the characteristic Hindu bulge rising in my pants.

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, you…”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t give me a chance to finish that sentence, and swooped in to interrupt me with a kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb tasted of gravy and wine.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb boldly straddled me.

I overcame the pleasant shock, and started responding with my actions.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb…” I started, breathless. “All that stuff at the dinner table, and just now in the shower… you knew Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was watching?”

“Oh yes, I did. Did you like it?”

I paused to think about it, and then replied,

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I wasn’t sure. Everything was normal, and then all of a sudden you bent forward.

I could see your tits. I thought maybe you forgot you weren’t wearing a bra or something, and didn’t pay attention. But then you kept doing it, again and again, and your nipples poking through your shirt the entire night.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb got on the floor, and fished my Uncut Hindu Cock out of my boxers.

This was her first time seeing my ever famous, ever adored, Hindu manhood, and it was absolutely handsome.

“Go on,” I told Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb smiling, “wrap your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth around my Uncut Hindu Cock head, and start sucking.”

I let out a groan, and continued,

“Then when we are on the couch, and you–oh that feels good–you put your foot on my dick, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I was sure you were about to, oh God… about to start going berserk on me, but you didn’t. Then you just dozed off. Were you actually asleep?”

“Mmhm,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb responded, unable to speak with my Uncut Hindu Cock in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān throat.

“Well, then you didn’t notice that I may or may not had lifted your shirt, and exited your tits up close.”

“Oh, you naughty Hindu old boy,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb joked, and rnn her pink young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock shaft.

“Then in the shower, well, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, I thought you know already.”

“Yeah. Did you masturbate while watching me?”

“No. I wasn’t fool enough not to understand what you were offering to me. Why the hell then I needed to masturbate? Silly girl.”

“Did you cum?”

“No, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb, but I was close to it… but you stopped.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t worry, this is way better.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb didn’t think Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could wait any longer.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wanted to feel my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her.

Standing up, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb told me,

“Take off your clothes.”

I did, revealing my familiar hairless chest and legs.

“So, what now?” I asked.

“Do you want to do this, even though Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb is your Salhaj?”

Despite her already brazen behavior, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still worried I could suddenly change my mind when I come to my senses, and be livid.

“Yes. I too love you, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb.”

“Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too loves you, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb straddled me again, and pressed my naked chest against hers.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel my Uncut Hindu Cock tip at the entrance to her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vagina.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb kissed me again, and sank down.

My Uncut Hindu Cock slipped in her, eagerly, yet perfectly sophisticated, however.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb gasped as it stretched and filled her, still sensitive from her orgasm in the shower.

I placed my hands on her wonderful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, and started thrusting my hips.

“Allah! Oh God, that is incredible.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb couldn’t stop herself from appreciating my immensely powerful Hindu penetrations of her equally wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb had had sex with her husband in her life, but nothing compared to the felting of my Hindu flesh and blood pumping in and out of her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb dug her fingers into her chest, and arch backwards, moaning.

“Faster, Allah, oh God, Durgesh, my Anant Sr’shŧi Chod, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, faster, please! Please!!”

I obliged, and pumped like a maniac.

Her toes and fingers began tingling with the onset of another orgasm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb matched my powerful Hindu thrusts with gyrations of her own, and Moments later, the second orgasm hit her, harder than the first.

Explosions of joy wracked her body, muscles spasming.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb leaned forward, and bit her shoulder, letting out a guttural cry of pleasure.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock in her started throbbing, and her body tensed up.

Still I kept pounding into her nonstop for hours.

Allah!

Would he never explode?

Would Durgesh keep fucking Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb until infinity now?

More hours passed.

Allah!

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb never knew I wanted to fuck her so much.

Ultimately, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb knew I was cumming inside her right now.

I collapsed on top of her, while my Uncut Hindu Cock was still deepest within her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb started laughing in giddy excitement, trying to catch her breath.

“Oh. Wow,” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb managed to bring out.

“You can say that again.” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb too whispered.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was still holding me tight against her.

One of my strong arms was too around her back, the other cupping a cheek.

I leaned in for a kiss, and Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb reciprocated.

When Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb felt me going softer, and her cum started leaking out, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb pried herself loose, and get up.

On wobbly legs, Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb headed to the bathroom and relieved herself, wiping away some of the cum trickling out of her pussy.

Once Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb finished, I was waiting outside the door, grinning smartly.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb stood on her tiptoes, and we shared another long sensuous kiss.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb went into her bedroom, and left the door behind her wide open.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb lay down, and waited.

Shortly after the toilet flushes, I appeared in the doorframe.

A faint bite mark of Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb was visible on my shoulder.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb watched as I approached, and climbed into bed beside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb turned around, and nestled herself into me, resting her still slightly damp hair on my arm.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb wrapped her other arm around me, and pulled me closer.

“Can you please put it back inside?” Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb begged.

“I’ll try,” I responded her teasingly.

I reached down, and started sliding my again erect Uncut Hindu Cock along her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb could feel it growing bigger and bigger, until finally she herself guided it inside her.

Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb sighed, and relaxed, melting into me. Then Al Nādirah Al Yåqūb slowly dozed off…

It’s better now, in this way, having me inside her.

Wasn’t it?

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From Pakistan with love

Posted: November 19, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Shakīlah Salmān, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

From Pakistan with love

Shakīlah Salmān stepped out of the shower and dried herself off, carefully wiping the water from her beautiful smooth skin.

Shakīlah Salmān glanced at the wall to briefly admire her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent female Musalmān body in the mirror.

As a 36-year-old mother, Shakīlah Salmān felt She still looked great for her age.

Shakīlah Salmān carefully looked over her body, proud of the shape Shakīlah Salmān had been able to keep even in her mid to late 30s. Shakīlah Salmān was only about 5’2″, and Shakīlah Salmān was just barely over 100 pounds from exercising several times a week.

Shakīlah Salmān had creamy white skin with a thin waist and wide hips that accentuated her extremely beautiful figure.

Shakīlah Salmān moaned quietly as Shakīlah Salmān ran her hands over her perky, D cup breasts and turned to the side to look at her extremely gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass in the mirror.

“Hopefully today is the day.” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, as Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand over her womb.

Shakīlah Salmān had been trying to get pregnant for the past several months or so, and Shakīlah Salmān was ovulating this week, hoping to get pregnant again before her internal clock started ticking too far.

Her only child so far, Raziyah, was already 18 and about to leave the house out into the world.

Shakīlah Salmān had had sex with her husband about a week before, but right now, he was on a business trip across the country.

Today was the day Shakīlah Salmān planned to take a pregnancy test.

Shakīlah Salmān was really hoping for good news.

Shakīlah Salmān desperately wanted to be a mother again.

Still nude, Shakīlah Salmān opened the box for the test and sat on the toilet to take it.

Shakīlah Salmān followed the instructions to the letter and now Shakīlah Salmān only had to wait 5 minutes to see if the news would be good or not.

Shakīlah Salmān set the test on the counter and looked in the mirror one last time, rubbing her sensitive tits again before getting dressed for the day and heading out into the kitchen.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped on a tank top and some yoga pants.

Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t planned to go anywhere important today and it was unbelievably hot outside.

No one else was home so Shakīlah Salmān skipped the panties and bra, not wanting to be uncomfortable.

Shakīlah Salmān was pretty horny this morning.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t have sex with her husband too often, even though Shakīlah Salmān had an incredibly high sex drive.

He just didn’t seem to be that interested anymore, and while he tried to help her conceive that was just about it.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t get relief nearly as much as Shakīlah Salmān would want.

After counting what seemed like an incredibly slow five minutes the test was finally ready to be read.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to get her hopes up, but this would be the last time for the month she’d be able to conceive again.

Her husband would still be gone for another two weeks and her clock was ticking!

Shakīlah Salmān picked up the test and looked at the marker with a weight in her stomach.

It was negative.

Shakīlah Salmān had tried not to get her hopes up too much but looking at this every month was crushing.

It was just as the doctor had said.

Shakīlah Salmān was fertile enough for now, but her husband had a low sperm count, they said it was a less than 10% chance that She’d be able to get pregnant in the near future.

Usually Shakīlah Salmān was able to write it off, but the collective stress of not getting pregnant after so many months of trying began to take its toll on her.

“Fuck me!” Shakīlah Salmān said loudly, tears welling up in her eyes.

Shakīlah Salmān wanted to have another child so badly, and Shakīlah Salmān was afraid it would never happen at this point.

“Come on, Shakīlah Salmān, keep yourself together.” Shakīlah Salmān told herself, to no avail.

Just as a single tear dropped onto the test, Shakīlah Salmān heard me walk into the kitchen.

“Hey Shakīlah Salmān!” I said cheerfully, from around the corner before I could read the situation.

Just as I said it, I saw the tears in her eyes and obviously knew something was wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I said, now reading what was happening and trying to help her.

“Is that a pregnancy test?” I asked, very surprised.

Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t told me that Shakīlah Salmān was trying to get pregnant yet, Shakīlah Salmān guessed now was as good a time as any.

Shakīlah Salmān wiped the tears from her eyes and tried to explain what was happening.

“It’s nothing, Durgesh. I just have been trying to get pregnant for the past few months before I no longer can and I haven’t had any luck. It’s very dis-heartening. But don’t worry. It’s stupid anyway. I’ll probably just end up giving up at this point. It’s no big deal.” Shakīlah Salmān said, trying to convince herself of that just as much as me.

“Shakīlah Salmān, I had no clue. I’m really sorry, Shakīlah Salmān. Shakīlah Salmān, I love you.” I said, to her surprise.

I came up and hugged her hard, trying to comfort her in her time of emotional need.

Lately I had been a lot touchier with Shakīlah Salmān, often giving her hugs and kisses on the cheek without her asking.

Shakīlah Salmān had been skeptical earlier but right now Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care.

Shakīlah Salmān was too preoccupied.

We hugged each other for a minute or so, until Shakīlah Salmān cheered up, finally realizing her braless tits were pressing through the thin tank top into my hard Hindu chest.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t know I was even home, that’s why Shakīlah Salmān hadn’t worn anything more modest, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed it didn’t matter.

I was just I.

Shakīlah Salmān began to feel a hardness pressing against her waist momentarily right before I broke the hug.

As we parted, Shakīlah Salmān looked at me with pride.

I had done so many things for her family always.

Despite my sixty-six, I still had hard abs and strong muscles from working out for the Stavans I offered.

I was a lady-killer, though Shakīlah Salmān never paid any attention to my personal life.

“Are you okay, now, Shakīlah Salmān? Is there anything I can do to help?” I asked.

What a lovely person he is, Shakīlah Salmān thought.

“I’m okay, but why are you even here, honey? Shakīlah Salmān asked me, fully changing the subject from the sadness Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to recall. “I thought you worked today.”

“No, Shakīlah Salmān, I switched shifts,” I answered nonchalantly, my mind clearly on something else.

“Oh,” Shakīlah Salmān said, still very down.

“Okay. Let’s go, Shakīlah Salmān.” I suddenly said, picking up my keys from the counter.

“What? Go where?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, not certain of what I was talking about.

“I’m taking you out for a date. Yåqūb has gone, so you have no one else to cheer you up. I’ll gladly make it my job. Shakīlah Salmān, I hate to see you sad.” I said with grief and a hint of something else in my eye. “Get dressed, I’m gonna take you to the plaza for lunch and something fun. We’re leaving in 5 minutes!” I turned towards my room to get ready.

Before Shakīlah Salmān could even object, I had left the room.

‘Oh well,” Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself, “I guess this will be good for me. I can take my mind off of things for a little bit.’

Shakīlah Salmān headed upstairs to her room to get dressed, wondering what Shakīlah Salmān should wear.

Shakīlah Salmān looked in her closet for something that wouldn’t make her too hot.

Shakīlah Salmān saw one of her favorite sundresses in the back of the closet and thought it would be lovely for a day like this.

It had really thin straps so Shakīlah Salmān wouldn’t be able to wear a bra, but Shakīlah Salmān guessed that was fine for such a hot day.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped off her tank top and yoga pants and put the dress on over her head.

Her makeup was already done for the day, so Shakīlah Salmān was fine with that.

Shakīlah Salmān looked in the mirror and admired how the thin dress showed off her shapely Musalmān ass and firm tits.

It certainly wasn’t slutty looking but it definitely was a slightly revealing dress.

Shakīlah Salmān remembered at this point, Shakīlah Salmān needed to find some panties.

Shakīlah Salmān had thrown almost everything in the wash earlier and now realized Shakīlah Salmān might not have anything Shakīlah Salmān could wear!

Shakīlah Salmān began to rummage through her drawers to see if Shakīlah Salmān could find something.

Just as Shakīlah Salmān began to look with no success, I barged through the door already dressed with my keys in hand. “You ready, Shakīlah Salmān?” I spoke quickly.

“Yeah, I’m ready but I just need to-“Shakīlah Salmān tried to explain Shakīlah Salmān needed something else, but I cut her off there.

“You look great already, let’s go. The lunch place, I want to go to, closes kinda early so we have to leave now.” I explained while pulling her arm.

“Wait, Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān said, surprised at my hurriedness.

“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān, let’s just go!” I pulled her arm and led her down the stairs, in a hurry.

Shakīlah Salmān tried to turn around once again but I stopped her, leading her to the door and slapping her gorgeous Musalmān ass outside.

Shakīlah Salmān yelped quietly to herself before wondering what had just happened.

Had I meant to slap her ass, or just merely push her out the door?

It was a little inappropriate especially for her but Shakīlah Salmān shook it off since I was clearly in a hurry.

‘It must have been a mistake.’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

We drove to the lunch place I apparently had in mind.

Shakīlah Salmān was all the while trying not to expose herself with the short dress Shakīlah Salmān was wearing with no panties.

We got out of the car, Shakīlah Salmān very carefully, and headed to a cute little restaurant on the edge of the plaza.

It was indeed closing soon but we were sat as one of the last customers and given menus.

The waiter came up to us and asked for our order.

We told him what we wanted before he asked,

“Anything to drink? We serve a great deal of different drinks here.”

Before Shakīlah Salmān could refuse, I spoke up.

“Yes, we’ll take two margaritas, please!”

“Of course, sir. And would you and your lovely date like the rims salted?” I asked, eating at us with flattery.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed a deep red,

“Oh no, he’s just my-”

“Yes please, we’d love the glasses salted.” I said as I interrupted her again. She here loves it served like that,” I told the waiter, glancing at her with a sarcastic looking grin.

With that, the waiter left to get us our food.

Shakīlah Salmān reached over the table and punched me in the arm. “Hey, what are you doing, trying to embarrass me like that?”

“Oh come on, it’s just a joke. You should take it as a compliment; he obviously thought you were young enough to actually be my date. And Shakīlah Salmān, I know you love margaritas.”

“It’s just weird, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, still blushing.

“That’s what happens when you’re hot, Shakīlah Salmān.” I added, surprising her and making her go into an even deeper red.

‘The nerves on this Hindu playboy!’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

I surely was popular with the beautiful girls if I was like this all the time.

Such a flirt!

Allah!

Really, Hindus are better in sex yet Musalmīn are better in morals.

We enjoyed lunch as the restaurant died down and we talked, enjoying the day.

It was really hot and I again ordered another margarita for Shakīlah Salmān, after the meal.

She slowly drank it and chatted until the restaurant needed to close.

The waiter came to show us off but apparently had a soft spot by then.

“I’ll give the lovely couple 5 more minutes, but sadly we really need to close after that.”

We thanked him and resumed our “date”.

Shakīlah Salmān had only finished half of the margarita, but Shakīlah Salmān was small and could tell it was actually really having an effect on her.

The wind started to pick up and filled the outside cabana we had been sitting in, blowing a warm breeze up her dress.

Because of the openness of the dress and the alcohol, Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little aroused.

Having no panties only made it worse, and Shakīlah Salmān started to get a little wet.

“We should go now, Durgesh.” Shakīlah Salmān told me, hoping to get up before Shakīlah Salmān had a wet spot on the back of her dress.

“Alright, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s go look around the plaza.”

We walked around the plaza, enjoying the day, as it got cooler and cooler.

She was obviously slightly intoxicated, and was giggling now like schoolgirls and having a great time.

As the day went on we visited the fountains and shops and Shakīlah Salmān slowly realized I was getting slightly handy.

I’d pull her by her waist to show her something and as we walked around sometimes kept my hand on her back.

The day actually started to feel like a date instead of something she’d do with me.

We had gotten a little tired from walking and decided to look for a place to sit.

Shakīlah Salmān thought she spotted a bench over in the distance and tried to tip toe on her heels to see it.

Just then, a giant gust of wind started to blow and went right under her dress.

Her back was to me, and before Shakīlah Salmān could react enough the wind blew it completely up.

Shakīlah Salmān was able to place her hands in the front so nothing too intimate would show, but Shakīlah Salmān realized too late that Shakīlah Salmān was giving me a great view of her naked, round Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān ass.

“Whoa, Shakīlah Salmān,” I said, laughing as I stared at her unfavorable situation. “Having trouble?”

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t want to turn to me in case I saw anything, but Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t get the back part of her dress down.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed even harder than earlier as Shakīlah Salmān gave me a great show of her tight gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass.

After a few seconds or so the gust finally died down and her dress fell down.

Shakīlah Salmān turned to me, bright red with embarrassment, and tried to say something before I suddenly took her hand.

I turned her around and pointed at a cinema.

“Let’s go see that movie! The trailer looked fun!” I just ignored ostensibly what had happened.

“I don’t know,” Shakīlah Salmān said, uncertain and too embarrassed to want to do anything else.

“Of course you do!” I exclaimed, once again smacking her butt through the dress in the direction of the theater.

There it was again.

Shakīlah Salmān was drunk, but Shakīlah Salmān knew it was on purpose this time.

I had just touched her ass!

What the hell was I doing?

“Fine,” Shakīlah Salmān ignored my hand, “It better be good though!”

“I’m sure it will be great,” I replied, looking her in the eye with something Shakīlah Salmān just couldn’t quite put her finger on.

Shakīlah Salmān brushed it off as we entered the theater.

The cinema was completely dead on the inside.

It was a really hot day and the theater itself was hot, but there was absolutely no one else in the theater.

“Oh cool, we get to choose whichever spot we want!” I pointed out, obviously excited. “Let’s go up there!” I whispered, pointing to the corner.

The theater had a back row right under the projector, and then two more sets of four seats on either side of the box, one more row up from the back middle.

As we walked up the steps, Shakīlah Salmān felt my hand on her back again, this time the bottom of my fingers holding her ass as I pushed her up the steps.

Shakīlah Salmān ignored it once again, attributing it to alcohol and the weird angle of the steps, and went to our seats.

We sat in the back corner and waited for the movie to start.

The armrests on the seats were already up when we got there, so we sat down and Shakīlah Salmān leaned into my chest, getting comfortable.

The movie started and we began watching it, pseudo-cuddling in the seats in the back.

There was no one in the theatre, but if even there were, we were pretty hidden behind the corner.

About 20 minutes into the movie, Shakīlah Salmān noticed my hand was on her leg, near her lap.

As a few more minutes passed, my hand slowly crept up her thigh until I was grabbing the very upper part of her leg, just under where her dress started.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t say anything as we continued to watch the movie.

I slowly moved my hand up and down her leg, and my touch was sending her absolutely crazy.

Shakīlah Salmān was super horny, drunk in a movie theater next to me.

Shakīlah Salmān shifted a bit trying to get more comfortable, and I moved my arm around her.

Shakīlah Salmān leaned more into my chest so that her bottom was practically off the seat and Shakīlah Salmān was lying on her side.

I instinctively slid my hand down the side of her body, lightly moving it past her breast and resting my hand on her ass.

Shakīlah Salmān turned to me this time, and noticed I was looking at her with that same look in my eye.

This time Shakīlah Salmān realized what it was.

It was pure lust.

I began to blatantly grope her butt, squeezing her pantiless, round ass through the thin material of her dress.

Shakīlah Salmān looked up at me and met my eyes before instinctively leaning in and kissing me on the lips.

It wasn’t the kind of kiss a friend should give me.

Shakīlah Salmān realized, as Shakīlah Salmān pressed her lips hard against mine, my strong hand still firmly holding her beautiful young Pakistani Musalmān ass.

Shakīlah Salmān didn’t care anymore.

Shakīlah Salmān wanted intimacy.

Her emotional state and drunkenness put her right in the palm of my hand, literally.

We broke the kiss as Shakīlah Salmān scooted up completely into my lap, her dress now riding very high on her legs.

“Shakīlah Salmān,” I started.

Before I could finish Shakīlah Salmān grabbed my head and once again kissed me hard on the lips.

Our tongues swirled in each other’s mouths as we shared a passionate kiss.

I lost all hesitation and placed my hand high on her leg, feeling up her milky thighs and groaning as I squeezed her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān ass.

My hand crept up her thigh, under her dress, until I came to her sopping wet Pakistani young Musalmān Cunt, radiating heat.

“No panties? Naughty girl.” I said, smiling as I teased her.

Shakīlah Salmān gasped as I lightly caressed her puffy Pakistani Musalmān Pussy lips, longing for the touch of someone.

I teased her again and again, lightly rubbing my fingers along the ravenous Pakistani Musalmān slit before Shakīlah Salmān could take no more.

“Durgesh, please,” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, getting short of breath.

With this, I picked her up by the hips and set her down on my male Hindu lap.

I groped her breast roughly through the dress and pushed a finger into her waiting pussy.

I expertly worked my hand in her waiting, velvet Pakistani Musalmān walls, bringing her closer and closer to climax as I used my other hand to drop the dress from her shoulders.

Her perky, firm Pakistani Musalmān tits fell into view as the top of the dress slid down her stomach.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, ogling at her large, exposed beautiful Musalmān breasts. “Your Pakistani Musalmān tits are fucking perfect.”

I aggressively continued to tease her Pakistani Musalmān Cunt with my hand.

“Oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, a little louder than Shakīlah Salmān should have. “That’s it, Durgesh. Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits!

Shakīlah Salmān got closer and closer to her orgasm as I took my free hand and tweaked the areola of her other breast.

I shoved a second finger into her sopping Musalmān pussy and sent her over the edge, causing her to convulse hard in my hand.

I continued fucking her with my fingers and squeezing her creamy white breast as Shakīlah Salmān began to go through a mind-shattering orgasm, getting over months of little to no relief.

Her husband came nowhere close to knowing how to pleasure her that well, or he just didn’t care.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned as her orgasm made me rock against my hand and body.

I placed my hand on the back of her head and once again pressed her lips to mine.

The kiss sent electricity through her spine as her orgasm subsided.

As Shakīlah Salmān recovered, Shakīlah Salmān realized I had yet to have relief.

Shakīlah Salmān noticed an incredibly large bulge in my pants and decided to start there.

“Alright, Durgesh darling, now it’s my turn.” Shakīlah Salmān whispered as Shakīlah Salmān unzipped my pants and grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock through my boxers.

‘Allah,’ Shakīlah Salmān thought to herself.

This was easily the biggest cock Shakīlah Salmān had ever felt.

“Allah,” Shakīlah Salmān said aloud as Shakīlah Salmān released my giant Hindu erection from my boxers. “You’re so fucking big, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu.”

Shakīlah Salmān placed her hand around the width of my Hindu shaft, realizing Shakīlah Salmān could barely hold it in her small tiny hand. Shakīlah Salmān licked her lips as Shakīlah Salmān began to run her soft hands along the sides of my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Her topless Pakistani Musalmān breasts bounced up and down as Shakīlah Salmān worked the length of my Hindu shaft with her hands.

Shakīlah Salmān Momentarily looked up to see my eyes staring straight at her tits as Shakīlah Salmān performed this act.

Shakīlah Salmān blushed deeply before decided She’d treat me as well as Shakīlah Salmān could.

“Alright, honey.” Shakīlah Salmān got on her knees onto the floor. “Let Shakīlah Salmān suck your giant fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!”

As Shakīlah Salmān said this, Shakīlah Salmān placed her red, full Pakistani Musalmān lips on the top of my enormous Hindu manhood.

Shakīlah Salmān was slightly scared, but Shakīlah Salmān figured it didn’t matter.

Shakīlah Salmān slipped her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth down the length of my Uncut Hindu Cock as Shakīlah Salmān tried to take in all of my length.

Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t reach the base, so Shakīlah Salmān took her free hand and slid it along the bottom of my Hindu shaft as Shakīlah Salmān began to bob up and down on my Uncut Hindu Cock.

Instantly, I started moaning as Shakīlah Salmān expertly worked my Hindu penis.

Shakīlah Salmān loved giving BJs, but her husband didn’t like them that much and had a much smaller penis, so Shakīlah Salmān seldom got to do this.

Shakīlah Salmān took her other hand and cradled my enormous balls as her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān mouth still worked up and down my Hindu member.

“Oh fuck, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking good at this! Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān, I can hardly take it!” I groaned as Shakīlah Salmān blushed at being complimented by me.

Her young Pakistani Musalmān lips continued to glide up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock while her free hands stroked the bottom of my shaft and my balls.

Eventually, Shakīlah Salmān felt a stirring in my loins and knew I’d be close to finishing.

Shakīlah Salmān prepared herself as I neared my climax.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Oh God, Shakīlah Salmān. I’m gonna cum. Take my Hindu load with your beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth” I said, completely into it and forgetting Shakīlah Salmān was not my lover.

Shakīlah Salmān felt naughtier with the sexy talk and prepared for my Hindu load.

Shakīlah Salmān went up and down my Hindu shaft one more time before Shakīlah Salmān felt me start to explode in her extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān mouth.

Shakīlah Salmān had expected a lot of cum, but nowhere near the amount I actually had.

What felt like buckets and buckets of my Hindu cum, shot down her Pakistani Musalmān throat as Shakīlah Salmān tried to swallow the enormous load coming from my balls.

After what seemed like a few minutes, my Uncut Hindu Cock finally twitched for the last time, completely filling her Pakistani Musalmān mouth with my potent Hindu seed. Shakīlah Salmān swallowed the rest of my Hindu load and licked her lips, enjoying the taste of such a nice Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, that was amazing,” I said, sitting back and breathing a sigh of relief. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked.

Shakīlah Salmān noticed there was a bit of cum that had spilled out of her mouth and onto her tits.

Shakīlah Salmān swirled it up with her finger and licked it off, making sure to not miss a single drop.

“I guess you could just say I’m a natural. Shakīlah Salmān loves giving blowjobs, Unfortunately, Shakīlah Salmān just doesn’t get to do it often. Shakīlah Salmān loves feeling the taste of sucking a giant cock and swallowing it’s cum.” Shakīlah Salmān said, revealing this way too much than Shakīlah Salmān probably should had.

Shakīlah Salmān hardly cared at this point, though.

I grabbed her waist again and kissed her on the mouth, fondling one of her breasts again in the process.

“Your extremely beautiful Pakistani Musalmān body is so fucking hot, Shakīlah Salmān. Let’s get out of here so I can fuck you properly.” I whispered into her ear.

“Okay, handsome,” Shakīlah Salmān said, getting up and pulling up the straps of her dress.

Shakīlah Salmān tried to fix herself up and hoped there wasn’t a mess from her giant orgasm.

Her pussy was still sopping wet but most of it didn’t get on her dress, so Shakīlah Salmān was okay.

Shakīlah Salmān and I left the theater, this time holding hands as we exited.

Shakīlah Salmān took me by my hand back towards the car, momentarily stopping in front of the fountain for a bit.

I pulled her body towards me and wrapped my hand around her waist.

I slipped my hand under her dress and cupped her gorgeous Pakistani Musalmān ass, again kissing her deeply.

Our tongues met briefly before Shakīlah Salmān broke the kiss, realizing where we were.

Shakīlah Salmān pulled my hand off her ass and scolded me. “Hey, Hindu scoundrel, we’re in the middle of the public, Durgesh. What if someone saw you kissing me?” Shakīlah Salmān said, concerned.

“Who cares? No one knows you’re not my girlfriend. They just think you’re my hot date. It’s your fault for being such a naughty slut and not wearing panties.” I cracked a sly grin.

“You wouldn’t let me put panties on earlier! You hurried me out the door! Whatever.” Shakīlah Salmān said, giving in to my teasing. “Let’s just go, darling.”

Shakīlah Salmān took my hand and pulled me to the car where I helped her in and we started driving off.

I kept my free hand on her thigh as I drove along, before Shakīlah Salmān saw I still had a pretty noticeable hard-on.

“Are you seriously still hard? What are you made of?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, rubbing my Hindu crotch.

I groaned softly as Shakīlah Salmān touched my Hindu member.

“No way I’m gonna be done before, Shakīlah Salmān, I actually get to fuck you.” I said casually.

Shakīlah Salmān had brushed it off before, but would Shakīlah Salmān actually let the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu fuck her?

That was so wrong, Shakīlah Salmān wasn’t sure if Shakīlah Salmān wanted to go through with it.

Eventually we pulled into the house and got out of the car, walking to the door.

“Durgesh,” Shakīlah Salmān started, turning towards me as I put the key in the door, “I don’t think we should go any further, I’m not sur-” Shakīlah Salmān tried to finish before I grabbed her again.

I picked her up by the waist and opened the door, pressing my lips hard against hers in the process.

I swung the door closed and rode her dress up, grabbing her by her naked Pakistani Musalmān ass with both hands, squeezing firmly.

At this point Shakīlah Salmān was still too horny to not give in.

Shakīlah Salmān melted into my mouth as I set her down on the kitchen counter, her dress hiked up, revealing her still sopping Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

“You’re too much of a horny slut to stop now, Shakīlah Salmān, I bet.” I said daringly as I grabbed the dress straps and slid them once again over her shoulder, revealing her breasts.

The dress fell down to just cover her stomach, leaving her ass and tits exposed.

Shakīlah Salmān couldn’t handle it anymore, and Shakīlah Salmān completely gave in.

“You’re right, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu. I don’t fucking care anymore. I’m too horny. Please, fuck your horny little Pakistani Musalmān girlfriend with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān yelled, surprising herself.

Shakīlah Salmān never thought She’d speak to me like that.

With that, I dropped my trousers again revealing my still hard Uncut Hindu Cock, pointing to her waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani young Musalmān pussy.

I grabbed my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and ran it along her Pakistani Musalmān slit, teasing her puffy Musalmān pussy with my enormous Hindu manhood.

It was driving me crazy.

“Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, fuck me already. Shakīlah Salmān can’t take it any more, fuck me with your giant Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān whispered as I grinned and kissed her passionately.

At that Moment, I aimed my Uncut Hindu Cock directly into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy and pushed in my enormous head.

Shakīlah Salmān gasped as my considerable size entered her waiting Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

I slowly pushed further into her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, filling her up like Shakīlah Salmān had never been filled before.

Shakīlah Salmān felt like Shakīlah Salmān was being split in half by my Uncut Hindu Cock.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Shakīlah Salmān. You’re so fucking tight! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Pakistani Musalmān body is absolutely amazing,” I gasped as I ran my hand up and down her lithe, supple body.

“Fuck, Durgesh, you’re too big! You’re splitting me in two!” Shakīlah Salmān said as I continued to enter her pussy, finally bottoming out deep in her womb.

I allowed me to adjust to my massive Hindu girth before pulling out and pushing back in again, picking up the pace.

Her incredibly lubricated Pakistani Musalmān pussy walls facilitated the process, and finally Shakīlah Salmān was able to completely adjust to the massive Uncut Hindu Cock that was pounding her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

“Yes, yes, yes! Oh yes, Durgesh, fuck your Shakīlah Salmān’s tight little Pakistani Musalmān pussy! Impale me on your huge fucking Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I continued to ram her tight Musalmān pussy on the cool countertop.

I reached over and grabbed her hips, giving me better leverage to completely penetrate her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān Cunt.

As I bounced her back and forth on my Uncut Hindu Cock like a toy, I squeezed one of her breasts again, squeezing her ass hard in the process.

“Squeeze your Shakīlah Salmān’s tits, Durgesh! Make me yours on your hard Uncut Hindu Cock!” Shakīlah Salmān moaned, feeling hornier than Shakīlah Salmān ever had before.

Being taken so completely and fucked this hard drove me absolutely wild as Shakīlah Salmān could hardly think of anything else but my huge Uncut Hindu Cock pounding into her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy.

Suddenly, Shakīlah Salmān felt my cock withdraw from her velvet lips, leaving her feeling completely empty without my massive Hindu cock.

“What’s wrong, Durgesh?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, disappointed at momentarily not being fucked.

I answered her question immediately as I picked her up completely off the counter and set her face down onto the cold surface.

Her nipples hardened as they touched the cold surface of the kitchen counter when Shakīlah Salmān felt me grab her hip and pick one of her legs up, setting Shakīlah Salmān against the counter in a half standing half lying position.

“I’m gonna fuck your tight Pakistani Musalmān pussy and ass from behind, filling you like the slut you are!” I said, explaining my actions.

I then ripped the rest of her dress off her body, leaving it ripped on the floor.

Once again, Shakīlah Salmān felt my massive Hindu rod enter her Pakistani Musalmān tightness, this time from behind, reaching all the way in and splitting her Pakistani Musalmān pussy from another position.

Somehow it felt like my Uncut Hindu Cock went even farther into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Musalmān pussy, this time hitting her cervix.

Shakīlah Salmān winced in pain as it hit the uncomfortable spot, before I withdrew and hit it again.

The pain slowly turned into pleasure as my Hindu manhood pounded her round Pakistani Musalmān ass from behind.

Shakīlah Salmān could feel my Hindu balls slapping against her ravenous Pakistani Musalmān clit, driving her crazy as I filled her up.

I smiled, picking up the pace and continuing to buck in and out of her, using her fertile, wide hips for leverage.

“Shakīlah Salmān, I’m gonna cum deepest inside your Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and fill up your Sunni Musalmān womb!”

Shakīlah Salmān spoke to me in short breaths as I nailed her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy over and over again. “Wait, Durgesh. You can’t come inside me, you’re a Hindu!”

“Who cares? You said you wanted to get pregnant, right?” I asked, making her realize a possible solution to her problem.

I spoke again:

“I’ll fill your tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Cunt with my Hindu cum and you can have our baby! It’s the easiest way for us to both get what we want! I’m really close to cumming, now!”

“Are you sure you can handle it? What about your stepson? What if he finds out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, concerned and nearing a climax of her own.

“He’ll never find out. It’s too late anyway. I’m gonna fill your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy with my hot Hindu cum right now!” I said, obviously right on the verge of cumming.

Shakīlah Salmān gave up trying to reason at this point, Shakīlah Salmān was too blind by horniness and wanting to be a mother again to care any longer.

“Okay, Hindu Piyā! Fill my Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy up with your potent Hindu seed. Fuck me until Shakīlah Salmān becomes an Ammī again!” Shakīlah Salmān screamed as I groped her breast from behind.

Shakīlah Salmān turned her head and brought hers close to mine, kissing me from behind and enjoying my massive Uncut Hindu Cock fill her up.

“I’m cumming!” I moaned as I pounded one last time deepest into her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, hitting her cervix again in the process.

Shakīlah Salmān felt my body tense as my hot Hindu cum began to shoot out of my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

The massive Hindu load splashed against the walls of her pussy, filling her fertile Musalmān womb up to the brim with my potent Hindu sperm.

As I emptied my balls, coating the inside of her pussy with my massive Hindu load, Shakīlah Salmān began to convulse on my body, her orgasm causing her to scream into my mouth.

“Your pussy is too tight, Shakīlah Salmān!” I smiled from behind her.

The walls of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy contracted on my Uncut Hindu Cock, still filling her up with my hot Hindu cum.

Her tight Sunni Musalmān Cunt squeezed my Hindu manhood like a vise, milking out every last drop of my Hindu cum.

Finally, our orgasms subsided and I pulled my giant Hindu shaft out of her pussy.

Shakīlah Salmān felt empty without my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy, but her pussy felt coated with my Hindu cum.

Shakīlah Salmān turned around and hopped further on the counter, placing her hand on her lower stomach, feeling her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb now filled with my Hindu seed.

“I’ve never been fucked so hard in my life,” Shakīlah Salmān said, breaking the silence. “Shakīlah Salmān loves you, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā!”

I picked her up and set her down on the floor,

“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you, too, babe.” At this point, I was referring to her as my lover.

“I’m ovulating right now, so I’m almost sure to get pregnant this time, Durgesh. What are we gonna do with the baby? It’s gonna be yours.” Shakīlah Salmān said, immediately regretting some of our decisions.

“It’s fine, Shakīlah Salmān. If that happens, we’ll just take care of it like normal. Worst comes to worst we can move away and take care of it together.”

“And if I’m not pregnant and your stepson doesn’t find out?” Shakīlah Salmān asked, wondering what I could respond.

“Then I’ll fuck you again until you do get pregnant with my child. You’re my live in relationship partner now, Shakīlah Salmān.” I said, placing my hand on her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb and kissing her roughly.

“Now let’s go to bed.” I said, picking her up completely and heading towards the stairs.

I carried her up the steps and dropped her in the bed, getting in after her, both of us completely nude.

I cupped her breast from behind and kissed her neck, both of us falling to sleep, my Uncut Hindu Cock once again in her Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy and on her husband’s bed.

A week and a half later, Shakīlah Salmān missed her period and took a pregnancy test.

Shakīlah Salmān ran into my room, tears in her eyes, so happy from the joy of finally being able to be a mother again.

“Durgesh!” Shakīlah Salmān practically screamed.

“Yeah gorgeous?” I said, kissing her hard on the mouth and cupping her gorgeous Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass.

“The test was positive! I’m pregnant! I’m going to bear your child!” Shakīlah Salmān exclaimed, happier than Shakīlah Salmān could remember.

“Seriously? That’s great, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I rubbed her stomach and womb admiring my work.

I picked her up by the waist as Shakīlah Salmān wrapped her legs around my lower body, pressing her lips softly against mine.

“Thank you, Durgesh, the infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā. You have successfully impregnated infinite of Musalmān houseladies. You have no idea how happy this makes all of us! A son is a son after all. Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, completely falling in love with me.

I broke the kiss and spoke, grabbing her ass with one of my strong hands.

I ripped her thin shirt off with my other, cupping her naked breast.
Shakīlah Salmān moaned softly as my tongue flicked over her sensitive breast.

“So what do you think we’re gonna do now that I’m pregnant?” Shakīlah Salmān asked as I set her down, running my hands down her sides and over to her wide hips.

“I’m gonna fuck you every day of your pregnancy and keep filling your pregnant Pakistani Sunni Musalmān womb with my hot Hindu cum until you have our child. Then I’ll fuck you more until you’re pregnant again,” I announced casually.

Shakīlah Salmān slowly walked towards my bed; removing her tights and jumping on it, leaving her nude save for her sopping white panties.

Shakīlah Salmān arched her back, giving me a perfect view of her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān ass, and motioned me to join her.

As I climbed into the bed and began running my hands up her body, Shakīlah Salmān asked me what we would do about her husband.

“When he comes back, what are we supposed to do?”

“We can move away and start a family of our own. Then Shakīlah Salmān can fuck me for the rest of her life.” I said, pushing her onto her back and removing her panties.

I pulled down my shorts and pointed my enormous Uncut Hindu Cock at her waiting, Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

“Sounds good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā! Shakīlah Salmān loves you!” Shakīlah Salmān said, “Now fuck your horny, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Pakistani Sunni Musalmān live in relationship partner!”

“Shakīlah Salmān, I love you too, Shakīlah Salmān!” I said as I pushed my Hindu manhood deepest inside her tight, sopping Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Pakistani Sunni Musalmān Pussy.

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Ammī, you toooo? 3

Posted: November 19, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Ammī, you toooo?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s inner thighs as well.

I looked up at her and smiled, “I’m not going to let you leave this bed for the rest of the weekend…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and smiled, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy was on fire,

“I need your Uncut Hindu Cock inside me, méré Hindu Piyā.”

I leaned down to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt again.

I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Does Åārifah Aslam want to fuck her best friend, philosopher and guide?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and started to pull me up her body,

“Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her BIG emperor…”

My hard, wet Uncut Hindu Cock dragged against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān skin as I moved up her body.

We kissed again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam spread her legs wide for me.

I had a Moment of clarity before I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Last chance to stop before we jump off a cliff together, Åārifah Aslam…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt my Uncut Hindu Prick throb against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and smiled,

“Mmmm, just like my best friend, philosopher and guide, to be thinking about his Åārifah Aslam. Don’t think my master, don’t worry. Just fuck me,” she said.

I mounted Al Åārifah Al Aslam and smiled wide,

“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I pressed against her and thrust inside of her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly, her eyes bulging again as I thrust my throbbing Hindu member inside her.

“Oooohhhhhhhhhhhuuughhhhhhh…” she groaned.

My Uncut Hindu Cock got even harder as I slide inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hot wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān canal.

Sliding inside her sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.

I pulled back and thrust inside her again.

“Mmmmm I fuck you, Åārifah Aslammmmm…” I grunted.

I started to fuck Al Åārifah Al Aslam hard and slow, her breasts shaking and swaying as my hard Hindu shaft slid balls deep inside her.

“Fuck. Fuck. Ffffuck!!” yelled Al Åārifah Al Aslam. “Fuck me Durgesh, fuck Åārifah Aslam…” she encouraged.

I started to saw in and out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, making sure she felt every inch of my hard ever young Uncut Hindu Cock as I fucked her for the first time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam felt me press against her as I fucked her.

It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

All Muħammad Ħabīb, all the orgies, all the threesomes, nothing made her pussy buzz like fucking her Hindu benefactor.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrapped her legs around me, sucking me into her as I fucked her.

I smiled as I felt Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrap her legs around me,

“How long has it been since you were fucked Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I thrust into her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she bit her lip.

She reached down to rub herself as I scratched her itch,

“Too long Durgesh. Your ever incompetent stepson hasn’t fucked me in over a year. Just rubber for Åārifah Aslam…”

I smirked and fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.

My Uncut Hindu Cock glistened with Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān wetness as I slid balls deep inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam and held my cock in place,

“No more rubber cocks for Al Åārifah Al Aslam, just her Hindu lover’s.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly at how nasty and wrong that was according to Pseudo Musalmīn,

“Mmmmm yessssssss Durgesh, fuck your Musalmān stepBahū Bégum.”

I grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s wrists as I pinned her down on the bed.

Her legs fell to the side as I fucked her harder and deeper.

My Uncut Hindu Cock drove into her hard and fast, my balls slapping loudly against her as we fucked.

“Your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy feels so good around my sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock,” I grunted.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Musalmān pussy was on fire as I thrust back and forth inside of her, she was unable to respond, just moan.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmm Mmmmmm Durgeshhhh…”

I smiled as I pulled my cock from Al Åārifah Al Aslam, picked her up and put her on her hands and knees.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked back at me so with glassy eyes, she loved being manhandled and moaned again when I thrust back deep inside her.

I held her tightly as I pumped into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.

Her head hung down as she sucked in a breath and tried to comprehend how I, her only protector, was giving her the fucking of her life.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed her right breast and played with her hard nipple; she toyed with it and twisted it as I pounded her from behind.

I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy as hard as I’d fucked anyone.

My Uncut Hindu Cock speared into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I loved the way I looked balls deep inside of the woman who gave me her life.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to moan louder and louder as she was fucked by me,

“More Durgesh, more. Fuck Åārifah Aslam harder. Harder. HARDER!”

I picked up the pace even more as I savagely pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she egged me on.

I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam harder and deeper.

“More, more!” she moaned.

I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam faster and faster.

“Harder, harder!” she groaned.

I slammed deep and fast into Al Åārifah Al Aslam again and again.

“Yes, yes, yessssssssss…” she hissed.

It went on as if infinite.

Neither she was tired nor I.

Ultimately, I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock into Al Åārifah Al Aslam as my cock throbbed and my orgasm started to build.

Our bodies glistened as we fucked on her bed.

I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and put her on her back once again,

“Nnnnnnoooo…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam whined.

I grinned as I looked down at Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I dipped my head down to kiss on her sweaty, juicy, plump breasts.

“I just wanted to look you in the eye when I cum inside you Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I thrust back inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned again,

“Mmmmmm yesssss,” as my Uncut Hindu Cock filled her up.

The bed shook and squeaked as I fucked her,

“You do want me to cum inside you, don’t you, Åārifah Aslam?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam reached down to grab my hips and pull my Uncut Hindu Cock deeper inside her,

“Mmmm yes,” she huffed. “Fill Åārifah Aslam up you old naughty Hindu scoundrel. You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker.”

I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam called me a Bahū Bégumfucker, my thrusts picked up and I fucked her harder and harder as we started to kiss hungrily.

My big Uncut Hindu Cock disappeared inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we moved together, slowing our coupling as our orgasms grew as one.

“Here it comes Åārifah Aslam,” I grunted.

My Uncut Hindu Cock exploded inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I looked her in the eye.

“Yes Durgesh, YES!” she yelled as her body shook as she came all over my plunging Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squeezed my Uncut Hindu Cock hard as I pumped load after load inside of her, cumming hard as I fucked Al Åārifah Al Aslam with all my might.

“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh…” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as orgasm after orgasm washed over her body, “feed Åārifah Aslam…”

My muscles strained as grunted and pumped one last load inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as our mutual orgasms rose to a fever pitch.

“Ooohhhh yes Åārifah Aslam yes. So fucking perfect yessss…” I grunted again.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and my orgasms slowly died down until I pulled out of Al Åārifah Al Aslam and collapsed beside her, my chest heaving as I took a deep breath.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā,” I said. “I can’t believe that actually happened.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked her lips and wiped her hair from her face, a wicked smile crossed her face as she looked over at me.

“Any regrets?”

I looked over at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Hell, no. Never. I love the every moment of our tremendous coupling.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled, moved closer to me and leaned over to kiss me,

“You were amazing, Durgesh, even at your sixty six? Allah, I still can’t believe it. You are miraculous. “she said as she lovingly combed my hair with her hand.

I smiled as I cupped Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s naked Musalmān body in my arm as she half lay on top of me.

“I think it’s time you took your online profile down,” I smiled.

“You naughty Bahū Bégumfucker,” she teased.

“And proud of it.”*

Any inhibitions that may have lingered disappeared for good that day.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I embraced our taboo secret completely and fully enjoyed each other and ourselves.

We had no second thoughts and our familial relationship made our lust and our fuck sessions hotter.

I became an accomplished Bahū Bégum fucker spending every night over the summer in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed.

The only nights I didn’t spend in Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s bed were the nights she spent in my, wanting to savor the kink of fucking me in my bed, in my room and spending the night there.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I fucked in every room of the house and in every way possible.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam developed a habit of riding my big Uncut Hindu Dick; she loved to bounce on my Uncut Hindu Cock as much as I loved to watch her slide down my Hindu shaft.

Our new relationship wasn’t based solely on our kink however.

There was a tenderness to it and total and complete trust that allowed us to explore freely with one another.

We made love as often as we fucked.

My friends noticed I was spending less time with them but we were all so busy that it never really came up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s friends also noticed a difference but unlike my friends, they did press her on it.

They noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was more cheerful and deduced it was because of a man but Al Åārifah Al Aslam wouldn’t tell her friends who the mystery man was.

Even Muħammad Ħabīb noticed her cheerful state.

Their divorce actually progressed quite quickly without any incidents.

Muħammad Ħabīb was eager to move on with the new woman in his life and Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s desire for revenge was quelled by her tryst with me.

It didn’t hurt that she also did quite well in the divorce, Muħammad Ħabīb was happy to give up the house save for some family heirlooms which Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t want anyway.

At the end of the process Muħammad Ħabīb asked me what had gotten into Al Åārifah Al Aslam and as badly as I wanted to say I had gotten inside of Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I decided to be ambiguous and let him guess.

I returned home from my job one late Friday afternoon to find my Åārifah Aslam sunbathing topless in the backyard.

“Going European, are we?” I asked with a smile as I walked over to kiss Al Åārifah Al Aslam hello.

Our kiss was long and passionate.

“Are you complaining?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smirk as she propped herself up on her elbows.

I grinned as I sat down beside Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Not at all” I replied as my Uncut Hindu Cock started to throb. “So, how does it feel to be a single woman again?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her lip, her nipples started to harden immediately,

“It makes me horny.” She looked right at me.
I grunted with lust and stood up in front of Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I took off my shirt and unzipped my jeans, kicking them off.

“Thank God for tall fences,” I said as I pushed my boxers down and let my Uncut Hindu Cock spring free.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled as she swung her legs around as sat up on the deck chair,

“Mmmmm hello,” she said as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke my shaft.

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam lovingly stroked my cock,

“As much as I love fucking you out here, Åārifah Aslam,” I started, “why don’t we take this inside and celebrate your new found single status?”

“I thought we celebrated that Tuesday and Wednesday night?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked with a smile, remembering the hard fucking I gave her while the ink on her divorce was still wet.

“Let’s celebrate your first weekend as a single woman then,” I said.

“Mmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “I’m a Hindu fucker Muslimah now, you know,” she teased.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and let go of my cock to take my hand.

I wrapped my arm around Al Åārifah Al Aslam as we walked inside.

Once we were in the privacy of our own home, I pressed her against the wall and kissed her again.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hungrily kissed me, her desire to be fucked once again growing with every second.

“You know,” I said as I broke our kiss, “I seem to remember sexygal69 saying in her profile that she wanted to ride a hot ever young experienced Hindu bronco and throw it in her ex-husbands face. How about we celebrate by taking some naughty pictures…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly,

“Mmmmmm fuck yes, you naughty old boy.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I scurried upstairs where I pinned Al Åārifah Al Aslam down on the bed and started to pull her bikini bottoms down her shapely legs.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed and played with her tits as I stripped her naked.

She still couldn’t believe how much our lives had changed in one summer and how much she loved it.

She was in a sexual relationship with me.

She was fucking me.

Her Anant Sr’shŧi Chod Hindu.

And she loved it.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy,

“I love this Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy so much…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled,

“Whose pussy does my old scoundrel Hindu stepfather in law love?”

I looked up,

“I love Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy,” I grinned.

“Åārifah Aslam’s pussy is your pussy darling, you can have Åārifah Aslam’s pussy whenever you want,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.

I kissed on her pussy as I put her legs over my shoulders.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled on her nipples as she watched.
Nothing had been off limits since we started fucking.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam made Muħammad Ħabīb work to lick her ass but willingly offered it to me.

We had once spent an entire weekend where I exclusively fucked her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was so primal that Al Åārifah Al Aslam had never felt so alive.

Pleasure rocked through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body as my constant attention boiled over.

I felt the goosebumps on Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s thighs as she whined my named loudly,

“Durgeshhhhhhhhhhhhhh !!” she moaned as she came hard.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled at my actions,

“you bad old boy,” she said. “Stand up for Åārifah Aslam.”

I did as I was told and watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam crawled towards me on the bed.

She looked hot as she swayed back and forth sensually on the bed, her large breasts dragging against the sheets.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grabbed my immensely hard Uncut Hindu Cock once again and licked the tip as I stood as the head of the bed.

“Mmmmm how Åārifah Aslam loves this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she said.

“My Uncut Hindu Cock loves Åārifah Aslam,” I grinned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam licked my shaft and then sucked me into her mouth.

I moaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam bobbed back and forth on my Hindu shaft and then let it pop from her lips.

“Will Åārifah Aslam need to fight off all those slutty college Musalmān girls when classes start up in a few weeks?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam teased, “You teach them Eīshān Vigyān, practicals, I mean.”

I smiled as my hands moved to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s head, my Uncut Hindu Cock already slipping back inside her mouth,

“Those slutty college Musalmān girls aren’t even in your league.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and sucked on my throbbing Hindu member before pulling off my cock once again,

“Mmm just like your ever incompetent stepson isn’t in…”

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed at the unusual, but arousing, compliment and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.

She kissed the head of my Uncut Hindu Cock and then reached over to her bedside table to get her smartphone.

“Now take some pictures of your Åārifah Aslam gagging on your Uncut Hindu Cock to send to your ever incompetent Musalmān stepson.”

I groaned loudly and Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again before swallowing my shaft.

I steadied myself as I took a picture of Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock.

There was every way for Muħammad Ħabīb to know whose cock it was and that made it even better.

“Take a picture of me sucking the head of your delicious Uncut Hindu Cock, I want your Stepson to see how big you are,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam directed.

I did as I was told, wanting to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I took a picture of Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucking the head of my wet Uncut Hindu Cock, licking my shaft from the tip down to my balls and of her swallowing me whole.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb is going to flip out when he sees this.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she continued to suck my cock.

Her head lovingly bobbed on the Hindu organ she had quickly decided she couldn’t live without.

“This is just the beginning Durgesh, we’re going to show your Stepson what a man you are for Åārifah Aslam.”

I smiled as Al Åārifah Al Aslam kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock with her soft pouty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips,

“I want you to record Åārifah Aslam sucking your Uncut Hindu Cock, 15 or 30 seconds of me going to town on this gorgeous Uncut Hindu Prick.”

“Anything for you, Åārifah Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at my words and then started to lewdly suck my Uncut Hindu Cock.

I nodded when I was recording and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t disappoint.

She sucked me deep into her mouth and loudly sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Prick.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam pulled off My wet cock and looked up at the camera,

“Muħammad Ħabīb baby, this is the best cock I’ve ever had. Look at it,” she said as she kissed it, “look how big and juicy it is.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam swallowed me once more and bobbed her head three times before pulling her lips from my dick.

A long line of spit once again connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and it was perfect.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled hornily and sucked it up and that was where the short video ended.

“Great, Åārifah Aslam,” I exclaimed.

“Was I good?”

I smirked,

“Were you good?” I shook my head, “you were like a porn star!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled again, “mmmm how many Bahū Bégums have their fathers in law tell them they acted like a porn star and take it as a compliment?”

My cock throbbed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke me,

“I don’t know, but we’re the lucky ones…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned softly and kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Yes we are. Now be a good old boy and lie back on the bed so Åārifah Aslam can bounce on your ever miraculous Uncut Hindu Dick and you can show your Stepson how much I really love my old Hindu scoundrel.”

My cock lurched at the improbable scenario but I didn’t hesitate.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I got on the bed, my cock still rock hard.

Despite all we had done over the summer an argument could be made we had ‘over indulged’ in one another, I was still as eager as day one to please Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

As Al Åārifah Al Aslam that made Al Åārifah Al Aslam proud, as my lover it made her want me even more.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at my hard Uncut Hindu Cock and me.

It glistened with her saliva and bobbed back and forth.

“Record me as I slide down your Uncut Hindu Cock shaft, honey,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam directed.

I immediately complied as I grabbed the phone and started to record.

The camera watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved over me and rubbed her Musalmān wetness against my Hindu shaft.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss my cock from the side as if she were eating a cob of corn.

“I loooooove this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she said as she looked in the camera.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam positioned her drooling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy above my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to push down.

I stifled a groan, wanting to give every hint as to whose cock Al Åārifah Al Aslam was so eager to fuck.

Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam took my Uncut Hindu Cock deeper, inch by inch,

“Mmmmmm I looooooove this Uncut Hindu Cock,” she repeated.

The camera caught it all as Al Åārifah Al Aslam impaled herself on my Uncut Hindu Cock, sliding deeper and deeper until I was buried deepest inside her.

“Allah! Oooohhhhh God yes, you Hindu STUD!”

The camera shook slightly as lust boiled hot within me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I struggled to contain myself, “Hold on Hindu lover, you can put the camera down and fuck me senseless in a minute.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to tease her ex-husband, and in the process herself and me, as she slowly lifted herself off my Uncut Hindu Cock and then down again.

“Uuuhhhhhhhhhhh fuck!” she squealed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to ride me as I recorded our taboo lust. She bounced again and again on my Hindu shaft, showing her husband she’d moved on.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she started to fuck herself using my juicy Hindu prick.

The camera scrolled up to catch her bouncing Musalmān breasts and her glazed over lusty eyes as pleasure swam through her veins.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and blew a kiss to the camera,

“You blew it Durgesh, now I blow me!” she cackled as the recording finally ended because Al Åārifah Al Aslam now ultimately could not help herself any longer.

I tossed the phone aside and grabbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam cooed and moaned as I started to fuck her back and we fell into a hot and hard rhythm.

The bed shook as we fucked each other with a great hot ashvinātam lust.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s body glistened as she fucked me.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room and fuelled our lust.

I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body glistened with sweat, putting a perfect shine to all her features.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam propped herself up on me by putting her hands on my chest as she grinded against my shaft. Our fucking evolved into lovemaking as our pace slowed but our desire continued to build.

“Åārifah Aslam loves you so much, Durgesh.”

I smiled,

“I love you too, Åārifah Aslam, more than anything.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned down to kiss me hungrily and passionately, kissing me with a love she had felt for no other person.

“I’d do anything for you, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I broke our kiss.

“I know you would, méré Hindu Piyā. I know this is wrong as per my Pseudo Musalmīn morals, but I don’t care. I never want this to stop. I never want you to stop fucking me. Never stop,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned.

I started to speak but Al Åārifah Al Aslam stopped me, “Hush Durgesh, Åārifah Aslam doesn’t plan on sharing you just yet…” she grinned.

I smiled in response and rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam over so she was on her back.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squealed in surprise and moaned as I took control and started to fuck her harder.

“Nothing is going to stop me from fucking you ever, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,” I grunted.

“I will never stop fucking Al Åārifah Al Aslam, and you will always be my true love. My kindred spirit.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned and groaned as I thrust my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy, using my elevated fucking skills to curl her toes as her orgasm grew.

“Mmmmmm Durgesh, my sweet old boy, keep talking like that and I may not ever be ready to share you with the world…”

I smiled as our fucking grew in intensity.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam offered herself completely to me as I thrust hard and deep into her.

I used every muscle in my body that I possibly could to fuck and pleasure Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I dug my Uncut Hindu Dick deepest into her over and over.

I moaned loudly as her plump, round breasts shook with our every thrust.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes rolled into the back of her head as I fucked her harder and deeper, my Uncut Hindu Cock powering into her again and again.

She wrapped her legs around my waist to lock my Uncut Hindu Cock deepest inside her.

“Your Uncut Hindu Cock belongs to me, Durgesh…” she moaned softly.

My head dipped down as I kissed her skin as I fucked her, my orgasm building in tune with hers.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam could sense my growing orgasm and in turn it fuelled hers.

“Fuck me hard Durgesh , fuck me fuck me fuck meeeeee…” she whined.

I did as Al Åārifah Al Aslam told me and fucked her harder and harder.

Every muscle strained in my body as I poured all my energy into pleasuring Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

I sped up my Hindu thrusts as I pounded Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with all the energy I had.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moved her hips in tune with me as I filled her totally and completely with my Hindu tool.

I held her tightly as our mutual desire grew until it boiled over and I came hard inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

“Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, Åārifah Aslam, fuck yes Åārifah Aslammmmm” I grunted as I thrust and then popped off inside her welcoming Musalmān pussy.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged as she felt my Hindu intensity grow and then culminate in my taboo explosion and that triggered her own orgasm.

“Allaaahhhhhhhhhh DURGESH!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook and came hard all over my Hindu shaft as I came deepest inside of her.

My Uncut Hindu Cock went even deeper inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I pumped load after load inside of her while holding her tight and kissing her passionately.

“Mmmmmmm yes Durgesh, yes, cum in Åārifah Aslam. Give it all to Åārifah Aslam…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I came together before finally giving way to exhaustion and falling down to the bed.

I reached over to grab Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s smartphone.

“One last picture,” I said as I took a picture of my Hindu cum oozing from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s freshly fucked Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I took one more showing her entire contented state.

“I wish we could do a selfie like this,” She said.

I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips.

“And we both know this is just the start of the rest of our lives…”

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Ammī, you toooo? 2

Posted: November 18, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Islamic State of Iraq and Syria, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Nafīsah Salmān, Seven Movements, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Taħannus, Yazīd malåūn | Leave a comment

Ammī, you toooo?

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

I walked to the edge of the water then set Al Åārifah Al Aslam down,

“You don’t think I’d actually throw my own Bahū Bégum in the water, did you?” I asked with a wry grin.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam breathed a deep sigh of relief and then smiled at me,

“You should have,” she grinned as she pushed me into the water.

I bellowed as I tumbled in the water and surfaced quickly, a big grin on my face.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked again as I popped out of the pool and started to chase after her.

She ran around the backyard before I scooped her up into my arms and carried her over to the pool.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me the puppy dog look as she squirmed in my arms,

“You wouldn’t throw your dear little Bahū Bégum in the pool, would you?”

I grinned,

“My dear Bahū Bégum? No. My hot young Bahū Bégum… yes.”

And with that, I jumped into the pool while still holding Al Åārifah Al Aslam, letting her go as we hit the water.

I laughed as I came up for air.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam surfaced a Moment later.

She wiped her hair from her face and giggled as she splashed me.

We both splashed and played in the pool before we wound up in the shallow end.

I sat on the steps as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam on top of me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me in the water as we caught our breath.

“So you think I’m hot, do you?” she smiled.

My hands slipped over her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body and Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t stop me,

“I do. Not exactly breaking news.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinded against me as she leaned into me,

“Well, there aren’t exactly a lot of men breaking down my door,” she breathed.
“You have to take the padlock off the front door first, Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.
“Are you telling me you want me to do that?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I didn’t break eye contact with Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she stayed on my lap,

“Hell, no.”
Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned widely,

“I didn’t think so.”

I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam close and then leaned in to kiss her, finally tasting her young red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she kissed me, I held her tightly and kissed her with heat and passion.

Her arms went around my neck as she grinded against my growing Hindu hard-on, our lips locked in a hot taboo embrace.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed like teenagers as we pressed against each other in the pool, my tongue slipping inside Al Åārifah Al Aslam as I succumbed to my lust.

“Mmmmmm, Åārifah Aslam,” I moaned as I broke our kiss.

“Allah! Oh my God,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned, “That was so hot. I’ve wanted that for so long.”

My ever-efficient Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I heard Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s words and she felt it.

“Me too,” I said.

We started to kiss again only to stop just as quickly, “what’s wrong?” I asked.

“I want this so bad, but I can’t. It’s wrong. I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she said.

“It’s ok, Åārifah Aslam, I too want this now. I too want you. You aren’t only that wants me.” I replied.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam extricated herself from me,

“It is wrong. We can’t do this,” she said as she pulled away from me and ran inside.

I watched Al Åārifah Al Aslam run inside and went after her.

I went upstairs and heard her crying in her room, “Åārifah Aslam?” I called as I knocked on the door.

“Not now Durgesh. It’s wrong, we can’t do this, I’m your Bahū Bégum,” she cried.

Durgesh turned the knob and went inside,

“We need to talk.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Durgesh! Please! I’m embarrassed enough!”

I walked over to the en suite bathroom to grab a towel and some tissues.

I came back into the bedroom, and wrapped the towel around Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

And handed her a tissue.

“You have nothing to be embarrassed about, Åārifah Aslam,” I said as I sat down beside her.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed deeply as she leaned against me, “I’m such a fool.”

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s arms through the towel, “Don’t be silly Åārifah Aslam, you’re perfect.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me and started to talk when I stopped her,

“Let me speak,” I said.

“A few weeks ago when I was fixing your laptop I found your online profile,” I started as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s eyes bulged in surprise.

“It was wrong but I checked it out and I’ve checked your profile every day since. I checked it so often I had to get my own … and then I couldn’t help myself and started chatting with you online. I’m the one you’ve been talking to, Åārifah Aslam. So if there’s something wrong with you there’s something wrong with me and we can be wrong together,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was shocked as I revealed all,

“You mean…” she started.

“Yup,” I said. “We’ve been sharing our secrets, swapping pictures… nurturing our mutual desire.”

“You planned this?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

I shook my head,

“No. It just… happened. It was you. Deep down I guess I’ve always had you,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled for the first time,

“Me? So, you really want to…”

I nodded,

“I want to do whatever you want, Åārifah Aslam. But if you’re asking me what I really want, I want to fuck you, Al Åārifah Al Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s nipples instantly responded to my words,

“You want to fuck me?”

I nodded.

“Say it again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I repeated.

“Again,” she said.

“I want to fuck you, Åārifah Aslam,” I smiled.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam grinned a lusty grin as she stood up and faced me.

She tossed her towel aside.

She reached behind her back and undid her top, letting it fall to the floor as her gorgeous breasts spilled free, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī female Musalmān lust and desire now fuelling her actions.

I stared at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s chest in wonderment, not believing this was actually happening.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as I gawked at her, “mmmmmm Åārifah Aslam wants to fuck her big boy…” she moaned.

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam back onto my lap and kissed her again, her naked Musalmān breasts pressing against my Hindu male chest as we kissed for a third time.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I kissed on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam straddled me and felt my growing Uncut Hindu Cock against her.

And it turned her on even more.

I fell back on the bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stayed on top of me as we kissed hungrily.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the kiss and looked down at me, “Did you really mean all the things you wrote?” she asked.

I nodded,

“Every single thing.”

“And that was really your Uncut Hindu Cock you sent me?”

I nodded again,

“Of course, you think I have lots of dick pics sitting around?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam giggled,

“No, but it looked too good to be true,” she said as she kissed softly down my body until she reached my swim trunks.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up at me as she slowly undid my swim suit and tugged it down my legs, letting my hard experienced Uncut Hindu Cock to spring free.

“Mmmmmm you weren’t lying,” she said as she licked her lips.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s lust grew as she grabbed my Uncut Hindu Cock and started to stroke me slowly.

Her smile grew even larger when I groaned softly as she stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I bet the girls really love this Uncut Hindu Cock …” she hissed.

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“They really do, but what I really want to know is if Al Åārifah Al Aslam likes it.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had a mischievous glint in her eye as she stroked me slowly once more before her red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips approached my Hindu shaft and sucked me into her warm wet mouth.

I groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock,

“Ooohhhhh fuck, yes, Åārifah Aslam.”

I watched as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head bobbed up and down my Uncut Hindu Cock as she expertly swallowed it, her lips gliding up and down my Hindu shaft.

My cock slipped from Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth and she started to stroke me again,

“Does that answer your question?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.

“Mmmmmm fuck Åārifah Aslam…” I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s salvia glistened on my Uncut Hindu Prick .

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she kissed and stroked my hard cock,

“Mmmm that will happen soon enough,” she teased.

I groaned again as Al Åārifah Al Aslam slowly dragged her tongue along my shaft and took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

The sound of Al Åārifah Al Aslam blowing me, while I moaned, filled the room and turned us both on.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā, I love how you suck my Uncut Hindu Cock…” I groaned.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and continued to suck my cock, it was so big and hard, she loved the way it felt in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth and she loved the taboo of sucking off me.

I ran my hands through Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hair as she sucked and slurped on my Uncut Hindu Dick, I wanted to watch every second as Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s mouth pleasured my cock.

“I want you so bad Åārifah Aslam, even more than I did in the pool when you were sitting on my Uncut Hindu Cock. I want to fuck you. I want to fuck you.” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to stroke my cock as she sucked on my balls, her hand moving up and down my wet cock.

“Tell Åārifah Aslam what you’d do to her…” she moaned.

I smiled as I moved my hips, thrusting slowly against Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s hand.

“I’d fuck my Åārifah Aslam good and hard. I’d fuck her balls deep. I’d fuck Åārifah Aslam until my Uncut Hindu Cock was worn out,” I started.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy was on fire as she toyed with my balls and stroked my Hindu shaft.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house. I’m going to fuck you in my bed; I’m going to fuck you in this bed and fuck you better than Muħammad Ħabīb ever did. I’m going to fuck you while we eat breakfast, I’m going to bend you over the couch and fuck you in the family room. I’m going to fuck you in the shower, in the grass out back, on the washing machine and everywhere in between,” I continued.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned loudly as I went on and on all the places, I would fuck her, she took my Uncut Hindu Cock back in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my shaft throbbed.

She sucked my Hindu shaft with increased intensity now as her entire Musalmān body felt like it was on fire.

“Cum for Åārifah Aslam,” she breathed, “Åārifah Aslam wants to taste her infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled at her daughter.

Despite her later thirties, she still didn’t understand what the present åālmīn, what the present day MULTIVERSE was.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was still living in her mental hypocritical universe.

She thought the present day Pseudo Islam was the true Islam.

No, it wasn’t.

Yet, the Pseudo Musalmīn were very much more in number than the true Musalmīn.

It wasn’t that only Pseudo Musalmīn were manifold of the true Musalmīn in number.

Even the Christians were so, even the Jews were so, even the Pārsīs were so and even the Hindus were so.

“The Pseudo Musalmīn are actually a military power, Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said fucking me vehemently, “Islamic State of Iraq and Syria is its worst product. When Yazīd malåūn revived the pre Islamic military power of Årab people, he deliberately did it to snatch away its spiritual power Ħuzūr^s gave it. He deliberately snatched away its oxygen, Taħannus. If Taħannus were still an integral part of Islam, as it was in the days of Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam, Yazīd malåūn couldn’t have converted almost the entire Musalmīn into military power.”

“I can’t understand the reason you are preaching me true Islam, Ammī.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said curtly, “If you think you can justify in this way what you are doing with my father in law, you are quite mistaken.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled,

“Durgesh isn’t your father in law. Muħammad Ħabīb isn’t Durgesh’s son.”

“I know.”

“That’s why there isn’t any problem that you fuck Durgesh.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was not easily controlling herself from losing her ever righteous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān temper.

She laughed lightly.

“Previously I wondered, Ammī, why you extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān houseladies are crazy to invite other Musalmān houseladies who don’t fuck Durgesh, to fuck Durgesh either under this pretext or that.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm never lost her patience.

She always kept her mind cool when she argued about anything with someone.

She too laughed lightly.

“Now you are wiser?”

“You couldn’t control yourselves.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled contemptuously, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her ever lier, her ever Durgesh obsessed, young Musalmān lady brigade, spread the lie that Durgesh is the ever best sex specialist, he fucks best. You tried to experience it and lost your chastity, your sanctity, to Durgesh in the process, as well as your Īmān too.”

“Īmān?” her Ammī, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm laughed open heartedly fucking me more and more vehemently.

“Yes!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “Īmān. That’s more precious than anything is. As your passion to fuck Durgesh fulfilled, you foolish yet beautiful Musalmān houseladies realize what the utmost precious thing you have lost forever. Your conscience reproaches you. To compensate it, you want the rest of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies also fuck Durgesh themselves, so that you can explain to your conscience that it’s nothing abnormal at all. It’s absolutely normal.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam never even imagined then, what she was doing now, she would herself do some day.*

My Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed as I listened to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth was driving me insane as I thrust my Hindu shaft deeper in her Musalmān hotness.

Her hard nipples rubbed against my skin as she sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock and slurped loudly on my hot Hindu rod.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t been this hot since she and Muħammad Ħabīb went to our last swingers party years ago and none of the cock’s she’d sucked over the years made her as hot as mine.

I grunted and groaned loudly as Al Åārifah Al Aslam continued her taboo assault on my Hindu shaft until I couldn’t help myself anymore.

“Here it comes,” I grunted through gritted teeth.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she sucked me, her eyes bulging when I finally released and came hard down her Musalmān throat.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sucked harder on my sprouting Uncut Hindu Prick as my Hindu sperm coated her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue and throat.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as she swallowed my Hindu load, she hadn’t swallowed with Muħammad Ħabīb even, but she just had to taste me.

Her beautiful Musalmān lady friends claimed it was the tastiest thing they swallowed ever.

She licked her lips as she lifted from my shaft, a long line of spit connected my Uncut Hindu Cock to her beautiful red crimson Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips and she eagerly kissed my Uncut Hindu Cock head to clean it up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned as my Uncut Hindu Cock still stayed hard, she started to stroke me again,

“You taste so good, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I smiled as I looked up at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“No one ever sucked my Uncut Hindu Cock like that Åārifah Aslam. No one ever made me cum that hard.”

Yes, it was a lie.

But Al Åārifah Al Aslam needed it.

And I never claimed to be Harishchandr, neither I ever wanted to be.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she climbed up my nude Hindu male body, licking my Hindu male skin along the way,

“Mmmm well Åārifah Aslam knows how to take care of her Hindu protector…”

I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam up to me and kissed her again.

We kissed hungrily on the bed as I rolled Al Åārifah Al Aslam onto her back.

She felt my hand snake down to her soaked bikini bottoms and slip under them.

I smiled when I felt how wet Al Åārifah Al Aslam was and Al Åārifah Al Aslam moaned when I started to feel her up.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at me,

“Åārifah Aslam is so horny, infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu Piyā.”

I slowly undid her bikini bottoms and tossed them away,

“Well, we’ll have to do something about that, won’t we?” I smirked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I moved between her legs and spread them wide.

She had expected me to just fuck her like Muħammad Ħabīb would have after she sucked my cock but instead I dried her wet Musalmān Pussy with a napkin and then kissed her there passionately.

It was a long kiss itself.

I caused her to moan,

“Mmmm Allah, God, Durgesh, kiss Åārifah Aslam’s pussy…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to pinch and play with her nipples as I kissed her there.

“Mmmm Master fucker Hindu, Åārifah Aslam is going to fuck you so good…,” she groaned.

Chapter 3

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Ammī, you toooo? 1

Posted: November 17, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Åārifah Al Aslam, Al Navīdah Al Vasīm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Modern Democratic Årabia, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

**Ammī, you toooo?**

Chapter 1

I heard Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb before I saw them as I arrived home.

As had become the norm, they were fighting.

I paused for a moment as I listened to them from outside the front door then jangled my keys and loudly played with the lock to signal my arrival.

I sighed as the fighting stopped once I entered.

Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were in the front foyer sporting fake smiles as I walked in,

“Hey Åārifah Aslam, Muħammad Ħabīb, what’s up?”

Muħammad Ħabīb was not in a chatting mood.

He simply picked up a bag that lay at his feet,

“Nothing buddy, I just stopped by to pick up a few things I need for a business trip,” Muħammad Ħabīb said as he walked over to me.

Muħammad Ħabīb looked back at his beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“I’ll email you,” Muħammad Ħabīb said simply before turning to me, “Take care of your Bahū Bégum. Will you, Dad, please?”

I didn’t bother saying goodbye to my stepson.

Muħammad Ħabīb was out the door with the door closed before I even had a chance to say the words.

Instead, I walked over to Al Åārifah Al Aslam and gave her a hello kiss on the cheek,

“You ok, Åārifah?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled and put on a brave face for me,

“Of course, I am, Durgesh, and how was your day?”

I ignored Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s question as we walked inside,

“You don’t seem ok, Åārifah, come on, what’s up? What did your idiot husband, Muħammad Ħabīb, say?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam sighed as the weight of a bad day came crashing down, tears formed in her eyes as she stepped closer to her one and only protector and hugged me tight,

“Your ever incompetent stepson is officially filing for divorce,” she said as tears ran down her cheeks.

I hugged Al Åārifah Al Aslam tightly and held her as the words sunk in.

I wasn’t surprised Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb were getting divorced.

They had been separated for months and their marriage had been slowly deteriorating for years before that.

I rubbed Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s back softly and wiped away her tears as she looked at me,

“I’m sorry, Åārifah Aslam. I know you really tried to make it work.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me, she was so lucky to have me in her life.

While her relationship with her soon to be ex-husband was in poor shape, her relationship with me couldn’t have been better.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam broke the hug and wiped her tears away,

“You know where he’s going, don’t you? He’s going away with HER – business trip his ass.”

“Do you think she would remain with him?”

“None can. Everyone needs physical satisfaction completely.”

“And Muħammad Ħabīb can’t provide it?”

“He can, but he is obsessed in doing other things, instead of normal matrimonial requirements.”

I led Al Åārifah Al Aslam into the living room so we could sit down. Before being separated, Muħammad Ħabīb had admitted to his wife and me he was having an affair with a colleague at work and that they were in love.

“We can have each other Åārifah Aslam, you’re too good for me anyway,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam snorted with laughter,

“Yeah right, look at me, I’m a mess.”

I smiled as I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“You’re beautiful on the inside and out and the best Bahū Bégum a man can have,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shook her head,

“My best friend, philosopher and guide,” she said as she kissed me then wiped a smudge of her lipstick from my face, “where would I be without you? I can’t understand why the Musalmīn hate you, if they aren’t really Pseudo Musalmīn.”

“Forget them. We’re a team, Åārifah Aslam, to hell with Muħammad Ħabīb and his bloody Pseudo Musalmīn supporters,” I said.

“Now that’s a sentiment I can agree with,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled. “I’m going to finish making dinner; you go change and get ready.”

I kissed Al Åārifah Al Aslam on the cheek again and went upstairs to my room.

I was halfway up the stairs when Al Åārifah Al Aslam called out to me, “Oh and Durgesh … ”

“Yes, Åārifah Aslam?” I asked as I turned around.

“My laptop is acting up, the sound won’t work, would you take a look at it?” she asked.

“Anything for you, Åārifah,” I said as I reached the top of the stairs and went into my room.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I had always been close.

When they were just married even, Muħammad Ħabīb often worked late hours.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam used to come to me for company.

So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam and I spent a lot of time together.

I didn’t mind being called a “Ladies’ Man” and happily spent time with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam married young when she was only 19.

She and Muħammad Ħabīb met in school and were high school sweethearts.

Muħammad Ħabīb was two years older and truly loved her when they were younger.

However, the pressure of providing for a family at such a young age wore on Muħammad Ħabīb before long.

Due to his hidden hate that his Ammī deserted his real father to live in relationship with me, Muħammad Ħabīb never accepted any money, any financial help from me.”

“I can’t be a pimp of my own Ammī for that Hindu scoundrel.” Muħammad Ħabīb used to say to Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was dumb founded.”

“Muħammad Ħabīb, Durgesh never went to seduce your Ammī. She tells me your Abbū couldn’t satisfy her sexually.”

“Bosh and nonsense,” Muħammad Ħabīb retorted, “Ammī is saving her own face and protecting her new Hindu love. If my Abbū were impotent, from where my sisters and I came?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was hurt,

“Muħammad Ħabīb, Ammī didn’t say impotent, she said ‘incompetent’.”

“I don’t believe her.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked at him incredulously,

“She is your Ammī, Muħammad Ħabīb.”

“That’s the reason I can’t hate her.”
When a job offer came, they moved cities.

Muħammad Ħabīb adjusted to the move well but Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was used to the whispers about her suspected clandestine affair with me.

Muħammad Ħabīb laughed,

“They can’t believe a Musalmān houselady is so beautiful and nevertheless she doesn’t fuck my infinite Muslimātramañ Hindu stepfather. He has infinite money and sexual prowess too. It’s natural that beautiful Musalmān houseladies fall for him, because Durgesh prefers beautiful Musalmān houseladies on the rest of women.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was out of speech,

“But, Muħammad Ħabīb,”

“Forget them. They want me to repeat the blunder they committed.”

“What?”

“They didn’t have faith in their own wives. They suspected them, misbehaved and threw them in this way in Durgesh’s lap themselves.”

“Muħammad Ħabīb!” Al Åārifah Al Aslam exclaimed immensely surprised.

“That was the blunder they committed. I’m not a damn fool enough not to have faith in my own wife.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam put her arms around his neck and kissed him gratefully indebted.

She could not believe he would leave him ultimately soon.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had hoped the rumors about her clandestine affair with me would die off with age.

She was short, standing only 5’3 with dyed blonde hair and green eyes, fair skin, toned legs and large firm round breasts that were 100% real.

She had been a cheerleader in her high school days and had grown accustomed to attracting stares from the opposite sex; she liked the power it gave her.

The problems with Muħammad Ħabīb started after the move and never really stopped.

It was Durgesh that pulled her out of her funk.

Even in my sixty-six, I was still an athletic kid, kid, never an old man,

So, Al Åārifah Al Aslam threw herself into doting on me.

I called her beautiful even when she didn’t feel like she was and convinced her to take up jogging with me.

Slowly Al Åārifah Al Aslam caught the exercise bug and her figure and confidence excelled.

It became yet another activity for the two of us to bond over.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam went to all my games and enjoyed the attention she got from my teammates, but it was the attention she got from me she enjoyed most of all.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam had caught me staring at her from time to time while we jogged and around the house but didn’t mind my stolen glances.

She knew I adored her and often got in fights defending her honor.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t like me fighting but she did like that she did have one man in her life that defended her.

Truth be told, I wasn’t the only one who did some ogling.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam noticed me as a miraculously perfect ever-young man, even in my sixty-six.

She herself witnessed from the teenagers to matured beautiful Musalmān houseladies were crazy to have sex with me under this or that pretext.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was crestfallen when even her Ammī fell for me.

“Ammī, you toooo?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t believe her own eyes.*

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled.

She was an ultramodern woman.

After the great democratic revolution in Saåūdī Årab, the women of Saåūdī Årab were now as liberated as they were in pre Islamic days.

No, Islam didn’t snatch away their liberty at all.

It was Pseudo Islam that did it.

Islam, instead, protected the then Årab womankind from their alive cremation, their mass kidnapping and their mass sale for slavery and prostitution.

“Åārifah,” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm said gravely, “you were not born yesterday. You are yourself now mother of a young lady. You must understand.”

“What?”

“What a woman needs.”

“I see.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said ironically, “A woman needs to cheat her husband, in her fifty six even, seduce a Hindu wild sex maniac, undress him herself, push him on his back, undress herself, straddle him, hold his Uncut Hindu Cock in her hand, position it between her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labial lips, and thrust herself entirely shamelessly to get it inside.”

Al Navīdah Al Vasīm smiled ironically herself.

“I never knew you were so sex starved that you watched your own Ammī’s sex life so profoundly. Didn’t I teach you it to be bad manners?”

“A person learns more from seeing than being taught.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said sternly.

“Your sex life is not even satisfactory, my dear.” Al Navīdah Al Vasīm invited her daughter gravely, “Come on, replace me. Enjoy the infinite Muslimātramañ to your heart’s content, as much as you need, and even more. Durgesh is a sex wizard.”

“Thank you very much.” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said contemptuously, “I’m quite satisfied with my Musalmān husband. Your Hindu lover himself admits that the Hindus are better in sex but the Musalmīn are better in morals.”*

With Åārifah Aslam and Muħammad Ħabīb splitting up, I didn’t like the idea of Al Åārifah Al Aslam living home alone.

Despite the stolen glances, none of our duo ever did anything sexual.

Our relationship wasn’t like that, but we did have an extremely tight bond.
A bond that was about to grow even stronger.

I showered and changed, then walked into Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s room to check on her laptop.

It booted up without any issues and the sound problem was easy enough to solve.

I decided to check my online web portal to see if my finals were posted and was about to shut the computer down when a link saved in the favorites caught my eye.

I knew I should leave it alone but proceeded anyway.
I clicked on the link and a hook-up site popped up.

It was a sex meet up site, a combo of eHarmony and Ashley Madison.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile was saved and I decided to check it out.

I found myself neutral, as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.

Logically I wanted Al Åārifah Al Aslam to meet someone and move on from Muħammad Ħabīb.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam advertised herself as a soon-to-be divorced Bahū Bégum of one who was looking for a man who knew how to pleasure a woman.

Durgesh was quite serious as I read Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile describing her sexual likes and dislikes.

My cock started to throb as she described in depth how she wanted to ride a ‘hot man’s bronco’ and shove it in her ex-husband’s face.

My cock got even harder as I spotted some pictures she posted.

They weren’t nude, but, nevertheless, were pretty close.
“I can’t believe it,” I said to myself.

Just then, Al Åārifah Al Aslam called from downstairs,

“Dinner is ready, Master!”

I closed the website and the laptop,

“Be there in a Moment, Åārifah Aslam!” I called as I adjusted my pants and went downstairs.

I visited Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s online profile a lot over the next two weeks.

She had recently joined so I didn’t think she had met anyone yet, nevertheless, I just couldn’t let it go.

I wasn’t mad with Al Åārifah Al Aslam, I could never be mad at her for wanting to meet new people, regardless of the reason.

I just couldn’t shake the caution I felt towards unknown men trying to score with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam was an attractive woman.

She was toned but not skinny, curvy but not overly so, with soft smooth skin and large plump breasts.

I loved the smell of her shampoo, the way she dressed, moved and laughed.

So why wouldn’t other men?

Al Åārifah Al Aslam didn’t dress to tease me around the house, but she didn’t dress overly conservative either.

She wasn’t nearly as tall as I was, and from time to time wore my old jerseys or shirts around the house with little else on.

She had done that the other night when we watched a movie together.

I found myself stealing glances at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she cuddled beside me.

I watched her as much as I did the movie.

One late night while I was surfing the internet I invariably made my way back to Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s profile.

As I logged on, I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was logged in as well.

I stared at her profile picture and the green dot indicating she was online.

I decided to take a chance.

I sent Al Åārifah Al Aslam, an invite for a live chat.

30 seconds later, she agreed.

“Hello” I typed.

“Hi,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “Thanks for the invite.”
“Couldn’t resist,” I started. “Can’t sleep?”
“Horny and alone,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
“I find that hard to believe,” I typed.
“Lol why?” she asked.
“You’re beautiful,” I replied.
“You’re sweet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied, “but the only man who notices me these days is my step father in law.”

I was more careful in my tracks.

She knew.

Was she upset?
“I find THAT hard to believe,” I wrote.
“It’s true,” she said, “he’s the only one and to be honest, I don’t mind.”
“Naughty girl,” I wrote.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she chatted online.

She had been considering cancelling her membership and hadn’t expected to share any secret desires but here she was – and she was horny.

She started to rub herself as she typed.
“Truth be told? He’s not the only one who peeks,” she wrote.
My ever ready, ever sensitive, Uncut Hindu Cock immediately started to throb.

“Ever done anything?” I asked, knowing the answer.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam rubbed herself even harder as she typed,

“No, I’m too much of a chicken.”
“What about others?” I asked.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam chuckled as she typed, “They may be cute but I’d never do that to him.”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

My head would have exploded if one of them were fooling around with Al Åārifah Al Aslam.
“You think he’d want to do something?” I asked.
“Probably not,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded. “I’m not some freak, just a lonely woman.”
“I read somewhere a lot of Bahū Bégums think of their father in law sexually at some point,” I wrote.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam started to finger herself as she typed,

“Have you thought about your Bahū Bégum, if you are old enough to have one?”

I paused and then responded,

“I’ve started to, hard to not notice her.”
“You naughty boy,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “Do you want to fuck her?”

I couldn’t decide what to say.

I hadn’t really thought about it but I had been visiting her profile and thinking about her nonstop recently.
“Hello?” she asked.
“Sorry,” I wrote, “I was just thinking about her.”
“Mmmmmmm” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, “that a yes?”

I paused again before responding, “Well, my cock is rock hard,” I replied honestly without actually responding.
“My pussy is wet,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied. “How big are you?”
“Big enough, maybe I’ll show you sometime” I typed.
“How old are you?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“I’m 66,” I typed.

“Mmmmm you could be my step father in law,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded, not knowing how right she was.
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam fingered her pussy faster,

“I bet you would…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself as we chatted.
“It’s late, I should go to bed, talk again?” Al Åārifah Al Aslam asked.
“Absolutely,” I replied.
“Goodnight, my dear,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote before logging off.
“Night, Åārifah Aslam,” I said softly as I stood up and moved over to my bed.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam played with herself that night, thinking of me before she drifted off to sleep.

Neither Al Åārifah Al Aslam nor I had intended for that chat to happen.

In fact, neither had admitted to themselves we had those desires but it was clear now we both did.

Over the course of the next week we chatted almost every night about our shared fantasy, not really sure where it was leading.

I noticed Al Åārifah Al Aslam was suddenly in a better mood while Al Åārifah Al Aslam couldn’t help but notice me checking her out even more than usual.

I had learned through our online chats Al Åārifah Al Aslam hadn’t met anyone through the site and wasn’t too pleased with it overall until she started talking to me.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam meanwhile found herself looking forward to her late night rendezvous with her anonymous experienced old stud.

She had started to fantasize about her and myself together, but left it at that, just a fantasy.

One night after watching a movie together, we met online after saying our goodnights in the hall.
“Allah, I’m so horny,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote when I popped online.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“We just watched a movie together and I did what I told you I was going to do. I wore a skimpy little nightie and he was so hard. I saw him. I felt him,” she said.
“That IS hot,” I wrote back.
“I was so tempted to do something but I couldn’t. I shouldn’t be doing this to myself or to him. He’s the only good relationship I have in my life,” she said.
“Sounds to me like he doesn’t mind,” I wrote.
“I don’t know…” she replied.
“I bet you he’s thinking about you right now,” I typed.
“You think so?” she asked.
“I know so…” I said.
“I wish you were him,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam replied.
My cock throbbed at that last comment,

“Go check if he’s still awake, I’ll be here…” I said.

Without thinking, I got up and slipped out my room, going downstairs to the kitchen.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam heard me in the kitchen and walked down to join me in her skimpy nightie.
“Durgesh?” she asked as she entered the kitchen, “is that you?”
“It’s me Åārifah Aslam; I’m just making some hot milk, want some?”

I looked at Al Åārifah Al Aslam as she softly stepped into the kitchen, her nightie was light purple, very short and see-thru everywhere but at her chest.

My eyes traveled up and down her body, her nightie barely covered her panties and perfectly showcased her body.
“I couldn’t sleep, you?” I asked.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled at me,

“Same.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I reached up to get a second mug.

I was wearing boxers and a t-shirt that was molded to my toned physique. Whereas her husband had let himself go in recent years, I was a verified hunk.
Al Åārifah Al Aslam stepped closer to me as the milk started to heat up, “Aren’t we a pair?” she chuckled, “heating up warm milk on a Saturday night.”

I smiled as I pulled Al Åārifah Al Aslam close to me, my hands sliding down her back as her arms went around my neck.

“I don’t mind Åārifah Aslam, I’ve always preferred being with you. I like our special bond,” I said.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled back at me,

“Me too. I’m lucky to have a father in law who talks to Al Åārifah Al Aslam more than once a month.”
I smirked,

“You mean that’s an option?” I teased.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam gasped in mock horror,

“Just for that I’m going to embarrass you the next time your friends are over. I’m going to treat you like a best friend and just shower you with kisses…”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam leaned up as she started to give me sloppy wet kisses on my cheeks and forehead.
“I’ll kiss you like this and this and this and this and this and this…” she teased.

I laughed as Al Åārifah Al Aslam gave me sloppy wet kisses, her body pressed against me as she did, and as she pressed against me, it was impossible for her not to feel my extraordinary Hindu hard-on.
“Ok ok ok!” I laughed, “I give in!”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam smiled as she stopped kissing me but stayed pressed against me.

Our eyes locked for a Moment as I held Al Åārifah Al Aslam in my arms. I pulled her slightly against me and she didn’t fight it.

Finally, after an extended silence I said,

“I love you, Åārifah Aslam.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam bit her bottom lip and smiled,

“I love you too, my Master. You’re the love of your Bahū Bégum’s life and you always will be.”
“I’d do anything for you Åārifah Aslam,” I replied.

“I know you would Durgesh,” she started as the milk started to boil over, “but right now I think you should pour us some milk,” she giggled as the warm milk spilled on the floor.

I swore softly as I pulled the pot off the burner and wiped up the spilled milk,

‘If that isn’t a metaphor I don’t know what is,’ I thought to myself.

I poured a glass for myself, and Al Åārifah Al Aslam,

“Here you go,” I said.

“Thanks Durgesh,” she said as she kissed me on the cheek, “goodnight, don’t stay up too late,” she said as she walked back upstairs.

I watched her leave and adjusted my hard cock once she was out of sight. I quickly cleaned up and returned to my room.

Messages from Al Åārifah Al Aslam were waiting for me as I sat down.
“I’m here,” I typed.
“Thought I lost you,” she wrote.
“How’d it go?” I asked.
I groaned as Al Åārifah Al Aslam shared the story that I just participated in,

“Sounds hot,” I said.
“You have no idea,” she said, “my pussy is on fire.”

I was thinking about Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s pussy when she asked me her most daring question yet,

“Would you send me a pic of your dick? I’m sopping wet.”

My cock lurched with lust at Al Åārifah Al Aslam’s request,

“I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I said.

“Deal,” she said. “You first.”

I gulped as Al Åārifah Al Aslam responded quickly; I hadn’t expected her to take me up on my offer.

I turned on my webcam and focused on my hard cock, making sure, only my cock was on screen and nothing that would give away where I was. I took a pic and sent it through the chat.

“Enjoy,” I wrote.

“Mmmmmm that’s bigger than my ex,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam said, unknowingly telling me, I had a bigger cock than Muħammad Ħabīb.

“Seriously, that’s a great cock” she continued. “Your Bahū Bégum doesn’t know what she’s missing.”

Two minutes later she sent me a pic in return, it was a pic of Al Åārifah Al Aslam from her breasts down to her wetness, her fingers inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, “Your father in law is the one who doesn’t know what he’s missing,” I typed.
“Think of me when you fuck anyone tonight,” Al Åārifah Al Aslam wrote. “I’ll be thinking of your cock and pretending you’re my step father in law.”

For the next week, we traded more pics as we chatted with the temperature slowly rising to a crescendo the next weekend.

I arrived Saturday afternoon hot and tired and in need of a swim.

I saw Al Åārifah Al Aslam outside so I quickly changed into my trunks and went outside.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam looked up as I walked outside,

“How was work?”

I shrugged,

“Same old same old, glad to be done and in the pool,” I said as I dived into the pool and did a few laps.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam watched as I did my laps and hid behind her sunglasses as I pulled myself out of the water.

“Better?” she asked.

“Much better,” I said as I sat down beside her, “have you been in today or is this another one of your ‘dry’ bathing suits?”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam stood up and spun around for me, happy to show off her body,

“Does this look like a swim suit you get wet?” she asked.

I smirked as I stood up,

“It does to me!” I said as I picked Al Åārifah Al Aslam up and put her over my shoulder.

Al Åārifah Al Aslam shrieked loudly as I picked her up, “Durgesh! Put me down this instant!”

I chuckled as I carried Al Åārifah Al Aslam to the edge of the pool; she kicked her legs playfully as she squirmed on my shoulder, “what’s that? Can’t hear you. I’ve got this woman screaming on my shoulder.”

Al Åārifah Al Aslam squirmed, kicked, and lightly smacked me as I held her,

“Don’t you dare throw me in the water!”

Chapter 2

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Crazy to have my son

Posted: November 15, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Al Sājidah Al Najm, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Crazy to have my son

I awoke to Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb at my bedroom door.

I could barely make out her image as she was silhouetted by the hall light. She was dressed in a short sheer teddy that hung from her beautiful young Musalmān breasts and barely covered her equally attractive Musalmān navel.

Her patch was covered by a sheer matching thong.

“DURGESH? Are you asleep?”

“What is it, darling?”

“I have a headache, Durgesh, and I can’t sleep.”

“Did you take some Tylenol, honey?”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came into the room and sat down on the side of the bed.

“Yes, Durgesh. But, it’s not helping. Can I just lay here next to you for a while?”

“Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I don’t have any pajamas on.”

She peeled back the blankets just enough to let herself in, then spooned back against her my form.

“Sweetie, you shouldn’t be here like this.”

She reached back, brought my arm around her waist, and wiggled her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against me to snuggle in more deeply.

“Shhhhh, Durgesh. It’s Ok. Just go back to sleep.”

I sighed, closed my eyes, nestled my head into the pillows and drifted off to sleep.

For Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, a thousand naughty thoughts flooded her mind.

This happened every month about this time.

She would have her period and then about ten days later she would get like this.

Her body screamed for attention and nothing she did would satiate her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb played with herself, used dildos, and brought herself to orgasm a hundred times but nothing seemed to quell her lust.

Lately she had turned to porn on the internet.

The sites that turned Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb on the most were all about breeding; taking a man’s seed, letting it grow, making babies and feeding them with her milk.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was fascinated, knowing her body was capable of spawning new life.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was not sexually naïve.

She had her first experiences in high school.

Muħammad Ħabīb, her Abbū, had taken her to the doctor to get the pill when she blossomed a couple of years back.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always made her Hindu boyfriends wear condoms and never let them cum insider her.

How could Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trust them not to give her a disease? That’s all her sex-ed classes, back when Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in high school, ever talked about.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted to experience the feel of a man erupting inside her, filling her with cum.

Just the thought that my ever supreme ever excellent Hindu sperm would be seeking out her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān egg heightened her young Musalmān passion.

Nevertheless, she needed someone that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could trust. Someone like her Abbū’s friend, Durgesh.

Durgesh is the utmost trustworthy.

He never disclosed anyone’s secrets.

Her friend, Al Sājidah Al Najm, said,

“Durgesh is the real father of my brother, Al Saåīd Al Najm.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb jumped,

“What?”

“My father, Muħammad Najmuddīn, was Shahīd, you know.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb suddenly watched Al Sājidah Al Najm contemptuously,

“You again?”

Al Sājidah Al Najm looked at Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sternly,

“I know you hate my father. You don’t believe in his shahādat. You think he disgraced Islam instead. You even made me to fuck Durgesh as its repentance.”

“Are you regretting it now?”’

“Not after I knew that Durgesh is even the real father of my brother.” Al Sājidah Al Najm sighed, “Anyway, now the Hindu scoundrel is my destiny. I’m a one-man girl. Right or wrong, now, Durgesh is my man too, as he is my Ammīs’ man after my Abbū’s shahādat.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had always loved me.

Since her mother left her father several years ago, I was the man of her life.

She initially lived with Ammī, but when Ammī returned to her Abbū after her ten long years of live in relationship with Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb hated her parents now.

Everyone said her parents were after Durgesh’s ever infinite money.

It was prostitution actually, however much it is disguised even.
Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kept living with me, where she always felt safe.

I was always sweet.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved hanging out with me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to sit with me and watch scary movies.

When the scary parts came on, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb loved to curl up in my arms where she felt safe protected.

The more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about it, the more she realized… Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was in love with Durgesh, as her Ammī herself was.

Despite her frantic desperate attempts to keep herself extremely far away from Durgesh, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb found herself desperately in love with me.

She continuously argued with herself that Durgesh was a sixty six years old Hindu and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb is only twenty eight.

Durgesh was her own Ammī’s live in relationship partner for ten long years and just like a father head figure for her.

Nevertheless, the more Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb argued with herself, the more desperately she found herself in love with me.

Moreover, to counter attack such arguments, over the past couple of months, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started looking at the porn sites that talked of incest.

Daddies and daughters together, loving each other, sleeping together.

A loving Durgesh bedding an Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, breeding her and having my handsome male babies.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb saw pictures of beautiful young Musalmān girls pregnant from me, their bellies full, and round, their tits swollen with milk.

No other fantasy gave her the orgasms that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had when thinking about having my sons, not son, from herself.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb started planning to seduce me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would dress more provocatively around me.

Every time I came home, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would hug me, squeeze me, give me a tender kiss and ask,

“How’s my Durgesh, the ever utmost successful infinite Muslimātramañ?”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would time her showers to make sure I was around. Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave the bathroom door slightly ajar, hoping I would catch a glimpse of her extremely beautiful young female Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān nude form.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would make sure she ran into me as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb came out of the bathroom in the tiniest towel Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could find.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would always giggle and kiss me on the cheek before scurrying down the hall to her bedroom.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would leave her bedroom door ajar.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wanted me to see her as she dressed, wanted me to hear her moan as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb masturbated.

She began doing her hair, putting on makeup and perfume, and wearing nighties to our scary movie nights.

When the scary parts happened, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would throw her arms around me, crush her tits against my chest and bury her face in my neck.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would kiss me and say,

“Hold me, Durgesh.”

As the movie progressed and the evening waned, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would get ‘tired’, and lay her head on My lap, stroking my thigh with her nails, and making sure to rest her cheek against the great Hindu bulge in my pants.

This was it.

Pretending sometimes even that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wasn’t aware of it, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb took my Hindu bulge into her mouth and kept enjoying it for hours.

Was it possible she wasn’t aware of it really?

Nonsense!

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was ready.

Tonight was the night Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would seduce me to breed her.

When I went to bed Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb showered and shaved.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a well-defined ‘runway’ just above her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb trimmed it to make sure it was perfect for me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb combed out her hair and moisturized her skin.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb laid down a trail of perfume for me to follow, from behind her ears, down her neck, along her cleavage, across her belly and navel, all leading to her runway where her own natural pheromones would intoxicate me to ravage her.

She dressed in her sexiest sheer nighty.

The top hung off her breasts, her areolas blatantly visible, and her nipples poking at the material.

I would only need to push it aside.

Her thong barely covered her young beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womanhood, the fabric so sheer that I would be able to see her slit, taste her wetness, even with the panties in place.

Try as hard as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb couldn’t wait.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb snuck down the hall to my room and listened at the door.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could hear me turn a page of the book I was reading. “Damn,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought, as she returned to her room.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay on her bed and fingered herself, thinking about my immensely successful utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock, in her hands, in her mouth, and in her cum hungry young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.*

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thought about the expression on my face as I erupted into to her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could almost feel me pulsating inside her.

Then her orgasm took her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there in a post-orgasmic haze; wanting to drift off to sleep, but desperately trying to stay awake so as not to miss her opportunity.

Now she is here, nestled in my arms, lying in my bed.

My breath was slow and softened…

‘He’s asleep.’ Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had a sigh of relief.

Slowly she pounded her beautiful Musalmān bum into my Hindu male lap and could feel my bulge through my shorts.

My arm unconsciously tightened my grip on her as my Uncut Hindu Cock awakened.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel it growing, pressing into her ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass, straining to be free.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled again.

I stirred then relaxed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and slowly brought my hand to her lips.

Her tongue slowly encircled my middle finger, bathing it in her saliva.

Her lips encased it and she gently sucked on it while caressing it orally.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand to her breast and wriggled her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass against my Hindu hard-on.

I stirred again and my hand grabbed her beautiful Musalmān tit, massaging her for a few seconds, before relaxing once again.

Her nipple firmed and moistened with a small drop of milk.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved my hand lower until it was resting against the sheerness of her panties.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved her panties to the side and my palm rested on her runway.

She felt her pussy release new lubricant at the heat of my hand on her mons.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb wriggled once again and my fingers stretched out across her moistened Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva, and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shivered in delight.

I stirred again. My grip on her pussy tightened, and I was grinding back against her.

In my dream state, I was envisioning a beautiful, firm, round, young Musalmān ass in front of me, and my Uncut Hindu Cock was sliding in and out of my lover’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān passage.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rolled forward.

She reached back with her hand and rubbed my Uncut Hindu Cock through my briefs.

I rolled over on my back and snorted.

I continued to dream.

My lover had reversed positions now and had my cock in her hands.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān hypnotic eyes looked up at me as she brought her red crimson young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips to my sixty six years old utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock crown.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb it slowly, gently, seductively, her tongue extending to retrieve the pre-cum Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had milked from my Hindu member.

My lover reached down as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb worked and pulled my briefs away.

I stepped out of them.

I watched as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb engulfed my utmost experienced stout Hindu crown with her beautiful young Musalmān lips.

I could feel her young pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue swirl around and around my sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock Crown.

I thrust into her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb swallowed more and more of my Hindu shaft.

Her hands cupped my balls, kneading them like bread dough, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb continued to make love to my utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock.

I reached down.

And ran my fingers through her hair, and pressed her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān head to my Hindu groin.

She disengaged, stood before me and kissed me.

The depths of my dream were shallow now, but the feelings of passion continued.

I could taste myself on her tongue and kissed her back.

I grabbed her with my arms and held her to my body.

My Hindu hard-on screamed for her Musalmān attention.

She broke from my lips and kissed my neck.

I kissed hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down.

She stroked my utmost experienced sixty six years old Uncut Hindu Cock and gasped as she felt the sweet agony of my love bite on her neck.

My teeth nibbled at her flesh as my lips sucked against the veins of her beautiful young Musalmān neck.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb whispered in my ear,

“Mark me, Durgesh, my Hindu lover. Make me yours.”

The words blurred through my brain.

My Uncut Hindu Cock strained and my balls ached for relief as my tongue drilled into her neck.

I put my Hindu mark on Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb’s beautiful young Musalmān neck.

My Musalmān ‘stepdaughter?’…

What am I doing?

But was I really doing anything?

It was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb herself, that was doing everything to me.

I disengaged and pushed her aside.

“Oh my God! What are you doing, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb?”

“I love you, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb exclaimed.

“Darling, we can’t do this. This is wrong.”

“Durgesh, this is all I want. All I crave is to be yours and you to be mine. Don’t you love me, Durgesh, my Hindu husband forever? I’m full twenty-six years old, and have every right on the earth to choose a husband of my own choice. Haven’t I?”

“Of course, I love you darling. But, this… this is wrong, darling.”

“It’s ok, Durgesh. And if you don’t want to tell others, I don’t insist. Okay? No one will know. No one knows me here and Ammī lives three states away. Nobody will ever know except you and me. I’ve been thinking about this since I moved in with you. You’re the only man in my life, the only man that I want. I can’t go to bed at night without playing with myself and thinking about you.”

“I cum for you every night, Durgesh; I want you to make love to me. I want you to kiss me and hold me and touch me. I want you to taste me; I get so wet for you. I want you inside me, Durgesh. I want you to put your ever efficient Uncut Hindu Cock in me too.”

“Do you know what you’re saying? Do you know what you’re asking? Darling, if that happened, everything would change. You wouldn’t be my little girl anymore; you’d be the mother of my child.”

“Our child Durgesh, and I’d still be your little girl. I’ll always be your Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb, Durgesh. I love you so much. Please, make love to me. Please, put your utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock in me too, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me.

First on the cheek, then Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb plied me with soft kisses as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moved closer and closer to my lips.

“I love you, Durgesh. I love you very much. I love you more than anyone else, including myself too.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me lightly on my lips and let her tongue drag across them.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and my resolve weakened.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again and parted my lips with her tongue to find my own waiting to dance with hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb reached down and found my Uncut Hindu Cock.

It twitched to her grasp.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb slowly stroked me as our kisses became more passionate.

I kissed her back, deeply, wetly, my hand cradling her head.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sighed into my open mouth and I fully committed to taking her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back on the bed and I followed.

Now it was Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cradling my head as we kissed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb raked her nails across the nape of my neck as we kissed with unbridled hunger.

I broke free of her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb surrendered her beautiful young Musalmān neck to my hungry Hindu male lips.

My hand moved under her nightie and cupped her breast.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb moaned as I pinched her nipple and kissed my way to her cleavage.

My tongue circled her areola, brushing her nipple, teasing her.

I returned to her breast and ravaged her.

Her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body writhed beneath me.

I turned my attentions southward.

He left her breasts and returned to the trail of scent Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb had laid for me.

As I plied her with soft wet kisses, my nostrils flared with her fragrant Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān perfume.

I kissed her belly and tongued her navel, causing her to giggle.

I continued my march south staying on course as if following a map to buried treasure. Upon reaching her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mound, I found it covered in her sheer panties.

I lost the trail at this point but knew I was close as her natural scents permeated my senses, wafting through my sinuses.

My utmost experienced Uncut Hindu Cock stiffened in response to her pheromones.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womanhood through her panties.

They were rife with her juices.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb squirmed in delight.

My fingers found the margins of her triangle and slid beneath, toying with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva as I kissed her again.

I reached up under her bottom, found the strap and pulled

Her panties fell away as I lifted each leg to remove them.

For the first time, I took in the visual Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān beauty of Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb’s Pussy.

This Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān pussy that would love me, caress me, kiss me, lick me, coat me in lubricant, grab me, pull me in, surround me with warmth and a velvety feel, clamp down on me and hold me in place while it relieved me of my Hindu seed.

“Darling, I can’t.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb sat up, threw her arms around me and kissed me. “Please, Durgesh. Make me yours. I’ve wanted this for so long. I want you inside me.”

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb kissed me again.

I kissed her back, held her tightly and once again committed to mating with her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay back and I went down.

I kissed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān vulva gently.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb shuddered and moaned.

I kissed her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb bathed it with her juices.

With each kiss, I sent a shiver up her spine.

Then I would proceed slowly along her slit, caressing her labia, before performing a lazy circle around her bud, then returning to do it all over again.

I penetrated her with my Uncut Hindu Cock, aimed upward and found her ‘G’ spot.

I stroked it like petting a kitty.

I brought my lips to her bud and encased her engorged clit, my tongue teasing her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb grabbed at the sheets, then at me, but I continued to torture her.

Suddenly her breathing stopped.

Every muscle in her body clenched, and she unleashed herself upon her Hindu lover, Durgesh.

A flood of cum poured from her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb lay there panting, flaccid, destroyed by an orgasm that was all consuming.

My ever-ready Uncut Hindu Cock throbbed, and it would not be denied.

I rose up over her and pressed myself against her entrance.

I looked down at my darling young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl, locked my gaze to hers.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb felt my Uncut Hindu Cock at her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān entrance, her Musalmān labia ready to kiss my Hindu manhood.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb looked deep into my eyes and nodded,

‘yes’,

I slipped my Uncut Hindu Cock head into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt .

I held it there for a second, in some ways hoping that Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb would reconsider and stop me.

Instead, Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust into me with her hips and took more of my Hindu shaft.

I set up a rhythm, stroking in and out of her.

With each forward thrust, her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān labia would swallow more of my Hindu shaft, coating me with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān juices. Suddenly, I realized my Hindu man meat was inside my darling Musalmān young girl’s cum hungry Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Cunt.

I could feel her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān warmth, her wetness, her quivering mass that surrounded my Hindu girth.

I withdrew, but I was stopped from leaving, as Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb tightened herself around my Hindu crown.

I thrust into her again and Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb rotated her gorgeous Musalmān hips to meet me.

I could feel my head crash into her Musalmān cervix, causing her to cry out.

It was not a cry of pain but of passion.

I thrust into her again, and again, and again.

Each time Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb thrust back at me, feeling me press into her, prying her open, ripening her for insemination.

I looked down.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cried out, tensed again and released a fresh flood of her female Musalmān cum around my entirely embedded Hindu shaft.

“Allah! Oh my God! Oh Durgesh! Fuck me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb cried.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel me swelling inside her.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb threw her arms around me.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb brought her legs up to encircle my waist and locked me in her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī female Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān grasp.

“Cum in me, Durgesh,” Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb screamed. “Breed your little Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl.”

I grabbed her around the waist and almost crushed her in my arms.

With one last thrust, I engaged her cervix and nature relieved me of any further control.

From deep in my Hindu loins, I gathered my load and my pelvic muscles began a rapid-fire series of contractions.

My cum crawled the length of my shaft and exploded from my slit.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb could feel the warmth of my Hindu semen violating her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb and her own body reacted as well.

Her pelvic muscles contracted around me, holding me in place.

Her Musalmān pussy clutched along my Hindu shaft and her hips began thrusting into me, pulling every last once of sperm-laden semen from me.

Wave after wave of hot Hindu cum entered her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān belly, filling her ardent Musalmān womb.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb was finally satiated.

As my release ebbed my grip on her relaxed.

Al Nādirah Al Ħabīb too released her grip on me.

“I love you, Durgesh.”

“I love you too, darling.” With that, I kissed her.

We lay there, my spent Hindu member inside her, the last remnants of my Hindu seed oozing into her.

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Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main 3

Posted: September 10, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsūm Ibrāhīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zāhidah Anwar, Ħalīmah Sajjād | Leave a comment

Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

Durgesh Zāhidah Anwar
Durgesh Ħalīmah Sajjād
Durgesh Kulsūm Ibrāhīm

Chapter 3

Durgesh Åāýeshah Muħammad

Åāýeshah Muħammad béwaqūf nahīn thī.
Mukammil chhah saal tak kħoob sochné samajhné ké båd usné yah faislah kiyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī béŧī kī tamām zimmédāryān apné oopar lé chukī thī.
Iskā matlab yah nahīn thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad kħuddār nahīn thī aur usko yah pasand thā ki uskī béŧī Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī charity par pale.
Uskā husband marné ké pahlé apnī béŧī ké naam par itnā paisa chhođkar gayā thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad ko na apné guzāré ké liyé kuchh karné kī zarūrat thī, aur na hī apnī béŧī ké liyé.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim sé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī mulāqāt investment ké silsilé mein huī thī.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī Private Secretary kā us vaqt nayā nayā nikāħ huā thā.
Usné job chhođ diyā thā.
Kulsūm Ibrāhim ko natījatan ék bharosémand qābil Secretary kī bahut sakħt zarūrat thī.
Usné Åāýeshah Muħammad ko yah job offer kiyā.
Åāýeshah Muħammad né ħairānī sé Kulsūm Ibrāhim kī taraf dékhā.
“Aré, mainé āpsé sirf yah kahā thā ki méré husband kī Private Secretary kā kām main kħud dékhā kartī thī. Iskā matlab yah thođé hī ho gayā ki main is kaam mein professionally expert bhī ho chukī hūn.”

Kulsūm Ibrāhim uskī taraf dékhkar muskurāī,

“Your husband was a successful businessman, wasn’t he?”

“Hān, lékin voh itnā kāmyāb nahīn thā jitné kāmyāb uské dūsré sāthī thé.”

“Agar voh aur zindah rahtā, to ho bhī saktā thā.”

“Voh to hai.”

“Tum né jo investment kiyé hain yeh bahut jald tumhāré paisé ko bađhāné lag jāyéngé. Tum ék achchhī investor ho. Lékin phir bhī koī achchhā business shurū kar sakné mein tumhén kāfī vaqt lag jāyegā. Tumné apné husband ké business ko āgé na bađhākar jo chhah saal zāyå kiyé…”

Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah bīch mein hī nāmukammil chhođ diyā.

Lékin Åāýeshah Muħammad kī samajh mein ā gayā thā ki Kulsūm Ibrāhim darasal ussé kahnā kyā chāhtī thī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ké har maslé kā ħal voh thā jo Kulsūm Ibrāhim ussé kahtī kahtī ruk gaī thī.

Kyon nahīn Mukammil kiyā thā Kulsūm Ibrāhim né apnā jumlah?

Kyonki Kulsūm Ibrāhim yah nahīn jāntī thī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad kā us par kyā reaction hogā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ko béwajah nārāz nahīn karnā chāhtī thī Kulsūm Ibrāhim.

Chhah saal ké båd bhī Åāýeshah Muħammad wahīn thī jahān voh us vaqt thī, jab uské shauhar kā inteqāl huā thā.

Chapter 4

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Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main 2

Posted: September 9, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Åāýéshah Muħammad, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, Kulsoom Ibrāhīm, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex, Zāhidah Anwar, Ħalīmah Sajjād | Leave a comment

Méré Māmūzād Cousin kī Sasurāl mein main

Durgesh Zāhidah Anwar
Durgesh Ħalīmah Sajjād
Durgesh Kulsūm Ibrāhīm

Chapter 2

Durgesh Åāýeshah Muħammad

Woh mujhé ék room mein lé gayī.

Woh room sabsé oopar kī manzil par thā, lékin kāfī achchhā thā.

Khula huā thā.

Āgé kāfī jagah open bhī thī.

Unkā ghar āspās ké gharon mein sabsé bađā thā.

Unkī roof sé sabkā ghar dikhāī détā thā.

Mujhé jagah bahut pasand āyī.

Yahān sé main sab ké ghar mein dékh saktā thā.

shāyad kuchh aur mast Musalmān lađkīyan aur Musalmān åuraten dékhné ko mil jāyén.

Ākħir main ék naujawān thā.

Aur koī åurat parityāgvādī sādhu sanyāsī nahīn thā.

Maine apnā sāmān wahān rakh diyā.

Woh bolī,

“Tum fresh ho lo.”

Main muskurāyā,

“Āp ne apnā introduction nahīn diyā.”

Woh bhī muskurā dī,

“Main Zāhidah Anwar ki Buā hoon aur mérā nām Ħalīmah Sajjād hai.”

Phir woh muskurā kar wahān sé chalī gayī.

Main bhī bathroom mein jā ker fresh huā aur apné kapđé change kar liyé.

Thođī der mein Zāhidah Anwar oopar āyī aur bolī,

“ Chalo nāshtah kar lo. Ammī bula rahī hain.”

Main uské sāth nīché chal diyā.

Woh méré āgé chal rahī thī.

Is vaqt usné red t-shirt aur blue jeans pahnī huī thī.*

T-shirt itnī tight thī ki uskī Muslim chūchiyān bahut kasī huī aur āgé ki taraf tanī huī thin, aur itnī zyādah tight ho rahī thīn ki bilkul bhī nahīn hil rahī thīn, jāisé zyādahtar Musalmān lađkīyon kī Muslim Chūchiyān hiltī rahtī hain.

Aur jeans mein kasī huī uskī Muslim gānđ to bahut hī ghazab kī thī.

Bahut moŧī moŧī, mast; aur jeans ékdum tight fit thī.

Uskī Muslim gānđ kī darār bhī kuchh kuchh jhalak rahī thī.

Bahut hī mast chudakkađ lag rahī thī woh is vaqt.

Main nīché āté hué uské mast gudāz sudaul Muslim koolhon kā nazārā dékhtā rahā.

Nahīn, mujhé ismein koī sharm nahīn ā rahī thī ki Zāhidah Anwar méré māmūzād cousin, Åbdul Rashīd, kī honé wālī bīwī thī, aur main uskā is taraħ kā nazārah kar rahā thā.

Yah to us kambakħt ko kħud sochnā chāhiyé thā na!

Kyā voh Sālī nahīn jāntī thī ki main kaun hūn?

Phir voh kħud kyon āī thī méré sāmné is taraħ kī intehāī béhūdah revealing dress pahan kar?

Aur jab kħud Zāhidah Anwar ko is baat par koī åétrāz nahīn thā ki main usko is taraħ dékhūn, to aur koī sālā hotā kaun thā is par åétrāz karné wālā?

Kyā yah two adults ké bīch kī baat nahīn thī jismein dakħalandāzī karnā kħud apné āp mein ék bahut bađī badtamīzī thī.

Mazā ā gayā thā.

Jāb uské Muslim Koolhé maŧakté thé, idhar udhar, moŧé moŧé; merā Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ tan jātā thā.

Uskā jism dékh ker lagttā thā ki woh ghazab kī chudakkađ hai.

Mujhé Åbdul Rashīd par taras āné lagā.

Aesī mast ultramodern sexy Musalmān lađkī ko sambhāl saknā Åbdul Rashīd jaisé sīdhé sādé logon ké vash kī baat nahīn thī.

Inko to Durgesh kā mast mazbūt Uncut Hindu Lund hī apné qābū mein rakh saktā thā.

Åbdul Rashīd ko to Zāhidah Anwar jaisī ultramodern Musalmān lađkiyān tignī kā nāch nachākar rakh détīn.

Aesī lađkiyān family oriented nahīn hotī thien, self oriented hotī thien.

Åbdul Rashīd ék family oriented lađkā thā, aur usko apné jaisī hī koī family oriented Musalmān lađkī chāhiyé thī.

Nīché ā kar hum hall mein ā gayé.

Wahān par uskī Buā pahlé sé hi thī.

Woh ék sofé par ārām sé léŧī huī thī aur is vaqt uskā pallū thođā sā nīché ho rahā thā.

Uskī Muslim choochiyon ki darār zarā sī nazar ā rahī thī.

Mérā naujawān Hindu man ab bahut hī kħush thā.

Ab méré har taraf zabardast mast Muslim jāwani sé bharī huī Muslim Chootén thīn.

Méré naujawān Uncut Hindu Lund ko ākħir aur kyā chāhiyé thā?

Tabhī Kulsoom Ibrāhīm wahān par nāshtah lé ker ā gayī.*

Usné is vaqt blue rang kī sāđī pahnī huī thī, aur uskā blousé kāfī kasā huā thā, uskī Muslim choochiyon per; jisko dékh ker mujhé aur bhī mazā ā gayā.

Phir hum sabhī né baiŧh ker nāshtah kiyā, aur nikāħ ki shopping ké bāré mein bhī plan banāté rahé.

Zāhidah Anwar né apnī sārī list taiyar ker lī thī ki usko kyā kyā lénā hai.

Gahnon kī shopping ké liyé bhī list ban gayī thī, bas ab date decide karnī thī ki kis din kyā kām karnā hai.

Phir humné pūrā plan banā liyā.

Last mein Zāhidah Anwar kī Buā, Ħalīmah Sajjād, né kahā,

“Durgesh! mujhé bhī kuchh apnī shopping karnī hai to tum mujhé bhī help kar doge na?”

Mainé kahā,

“ Kyon nahīn? Āp sabhī kā kām karné hī to main yahān āya hoon.”

Ħalīmah Sajjād muskurā kar bolī,

“Durgesh! Ttum bahut achchhé ho. Dékho hum sab kā kām jāldi hī pūrā karwā dénā.”

Main muskurā diyā,

“Āp chinta mat karo. Main pūrā dhyān rakhoongā.”

Uské båd Kulsoom Ibrāhīm aur Ħaléemā Sajjād donon khana banwāné chalī gayīn.

Zāhidah Anwar mujhsé bāt karné lagī.

Woh apnī sasurāl ké bāré mein hī poochh rahī thī.

Phir mainé ussé ék bāt poochhī ki woh itnī modern hai to woh gāon mein rahné ké liyé kaisé rāzi ho gayī? Woh wahān per kaisé adjust karégī?

Woh muskurā dī,

“Nikāħ ké kuchh din båd hī hum yahān shahar mein hī shift ho jāyéngé. Woh yahān per kuchh kām shurū karné jā rahé hain, cement supply karné kā; isliyé zyādah problem nahīn hai.”

Ab mujhé samajh mein āyā ki Zāhidah Anwar jāisi mast lađkī né is nikāħ ké liyé kyon hān kah dī.

Tabhī call bell bajī to Kulsoom Ibrāhīm gayī aur darwāzā khol diyā.

Wahān koī āyā thā jiské sāth woh bāt karté hué andar ā gayī.

Mainé dékha woh koī lađkī thī.

“Private Secretary!” Zāhidah Anwar né batāyā aur bolī ki wo unkī Private Secretary hai, aur yahīn rah kér kām kartī hai. Teen din ké liyé gāon gayī thī apné ghar.

Uskā nām Åāýeshah Muħammad thā.

Wo mujhé ādāb karké chalī gayī.

Main aur Zāhidah Anwar punah bāt karné lagé.

Tab tak khana ban gayā thā to hum sab log khané lagé.

Sāmān lé kér Åāýeshah Muħammad ā rahī thī.

Ab mainé usko thođā dhyān sé dékha to mujhé lagā ki wo bahut hi sexy aur ultramodern hai.

Uskī ůmr zyādah sé zyādah 34 sāl rahī hogī, rang foreigner white thā, lékin face kāfī sexy aur ultramodern lagtā thā.

uskā jism bahut hi mast thā.

Usné skirt aur shirt pahnī huī thī.

Uskī moŧī moŧī Muslim Chūchiyān ék dum sāf patā chal rahī thīn.

Pīchhé sé uské Muslim Koolhon kā size bhī samajh mein ā rahā thā.

Dékhné sé lagtā thā ki bahut moŧé moŧé hongé par size kā patā dékhné mein nahīn lag pā rahā thā.

Hum sabné bātén karté hué khānā khāyā.

Kulsoom Ibrāhīm né kahā.

“Chalo ab jaldī so jāté hain. Kal sé kāfī kām karnā hai.”

Main oopar kamré mein ā gayā.

Par mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī thī.

Main wahīn chhat par ŧahalné lagā.*

Qareeb ādhā ghanŧé båd Åāýeshah Muħammad oopar āyī to usné mujhé dékhā.

wo muskurā kar bolī,

“Sir! soye nahīn?”

Mainé bhī muskurā kar kahā,

“ Hān! mujhé nīnd nahīn ā rahī hai.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Mujhé bhī nahīn ā rahī hai, Sir! isliyé main yahān chalī āyī. Main aksar yahān āti hoon, jāb bhī nīnd nahīn āti hai.”

Mmain uské bāré me poochhné lagā to usné batāyā ki uskā ghar gāon me hai.

uské Abbu Kulsoom Ibrāhīm ké pati ké yahān naukar thé, to wo bhī yahīn kām karné lagī.

phir uskā nikāħ ho gayā to wo gāon chalī gayī.

Par nikāħ ké 6 sāl båd hī uskā pati mar gayā.

Uskī sirf ék hī lađkī hai aur wo uské Abbu ké pās gāon mein hai.

Wo yahān kām kartī hai.

Mālkin bahut achchhī hain.

Wo uskī lađkī kī pađhāī kā pūrā kħarchā détī hain.

Phir usné poochhā,

“Sir! Āpkī shādī ho gayī?”

Mainé kahā,

“Nahīn, abhī nahīn huī.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad halké sé muskurā kar bolī,

“Āpkā man nahīn kartā shādī karné kā?”

“ kartā to hai,” mainé kahā, “Par abhī to koī aesī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah nazar mein nahīn hai.”

“Yåni, shādī kisī Saůūdī Årab Muslimah sé hī karéngé?”

“They are the most beautiful. Aren’t they?”

Åāýeshah Muħammad hans pađī.

Usné poochhā,

“Sir! koī lađkī hai kyā, jis sé āp shādī karnā chāhte hon?”

“ nahīn! abhī to koī nahīn hai.” mainé kahā,

Åāýeshah Muħammad ħairān ho kar bolī,

“Āpki ůmr mein to yahān shahar mein sab Hindu lađké Musalmān lađkīyon ké sāth ghoomté hain. aur āpki koī Musalmān lađkī dost hī nahīn hai?”

Mainé muskurāté hué sharārat sé kahā,

“Hān, sach, koī nahīn hai.”

Mérī samajh mein nahīn ā rahā thā ki voh méré bāré mein itnī anjān kaisé ho saktī hai?

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton ké måmlé mein to mujhé logon né shaitān sé bhī zyādah badnām kar rakhā thā,

Zāhir thā ki Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé chhéđ rahī thī.

Kyon chhéđ rahī thī?

Raat mein is vaqt?

Jab Åāýeshah Muħammad aur main donon chat par akélé thé?

Mérā béħad tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā is ħaqīqat kā aħsās hoté hī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad is vaqt kis kis chakkar mein thī.

Wahān par halkī sī light thī.

Is vaqt main usko sāf dékh saktā thā.

Main bāt karté hué uské ħasīn Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism ko bhī dékh léta thā.

Especially uskī Muslim choochiyon ko main dhyān sé dékh rahā thā.

Ék bār Åāýeshah Muħammad né mujhé uskī Muslim choochiyon ko dékhté hué dkéh liyā par wo kuchh nahīn bolī.

Main samajh gayā ki yeh dilkash Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā bhī mujhé paŧāné ké chakkar mein hī yahān jān boojh kar āī hai is vaqt.

Ākħir widow hai.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Choot mein khujlī honé lagī hogī mujhé dékhkar.

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton kā méré sampark mein āté hī åām taur par yahī reaction, yahī radd-e-åmal huā kartā thā.

Tajurbékār thā main is måmlé mein béħad.

Mérā béħad tajurbékār Uncut Hindu Lund burī taraħ ŧhanŧhanā uŧhā is bāt kā aħsās hoté hī ki Åāýeshah Muħammad jāisi ħasīn qualified Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Laundiyā kħud mujhko paŧāné ké chakkar mein hai.

Mainé man hi man Eīshān Param Brahm Parmātmā ko dhanyavād diyā.

Laundiyā bahut kađiyal naujāvān thī.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān thī.

Aur ghazab ki ħasīn thī.

Abhī chudī bhī nahīn thī ŧhīk sé, ki uskā Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Shauhar mar gayā thā.

Kyā isliyé ki méré bhogchakr men ā gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad?

Bilkul ho saktā thā aesā.

Merā Uncut Hindu Lund mil sakné kī ummeed usé yahān kheench lāi thī méré pās, rāt ké iss vaqt.
Phir wo wahīn zameen par baiŧh gayī.

“ Kyā huā?” mainé poochhā.*

Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurā dī, bolī,

“Kuchh nahīn, bas thāk gayī hoon. Allah målūm kyon mérī jānghon mein ājkal kāfī dard hotā hai.”

Kħūsūrat Musalmān lađkiyon aur kħūsūrat Musalmān åuraton kā ék béħad iståmāl honé wālā standard tarīqah thā yah mujhé yah batāné kā ki main tumsé chudvānā chāhtī hūn, Durgesh. Agar tum bhī mujhé chodnā chāhté ho, to ā jāo maidān mein!

Mainé muskurākar kahā,

“To uskī mālish kyon nahīn kar létī ho?”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Apné hāth sé achchhé sé nahīn ho pātī hai.”

“To kisī sé karwā lo.” Main muskurātā rahā.

“Sir!main sirf ék Private Secretary hoon. Bhalā main kahān sé karwā loon? Aur mérā husbnd bhī to nahīn hai jo kar dé.”

“Agar tum Burā na māno to main kar doon?”

“Kyon mazāq karté ho Sir!”

“Mazāq nahīn. Main sach kah rahā hūn. If you don’t take it otherwise.”

“Allah, I can’t believe it, Sir. Ŧhīk hai. kar do.”

Main samajh gayā ki apnī samajh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad mujhé paŧā rahī thī.

Mauqe kā fāydah voh uŧhāné par tulī huī thī.

“Ŧhīk hai .Tél lé āo.” mainé kahā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad jitnī jaldī jā kar tél lé āyī, ussé yah samajh saknā méré liyé zarā sā bhī kaŧhin nahīn thā kī usko mujhsé chudvāné kī adhik jaldī, béchainī aur zarūrat hai.

Åāýeshah Muħammad marī jā rahī hai jald sé jald mujh sé chudvāné ké liyé.

Voh ab bilkul sabr nahīn kar saktī.

Yeh svābhāvik bhī thā.

Mérī ħālat to yeh thī ki Musalmān Ħasīnāyén merā Uncut Hindu Lund kabhī apnī nashīlī rasīlī Muslim Chooton sé bāhar rahné hī nahīn détī theen.

yahān kħud Åāýeshah Muħammad chalī āī thī, mujhsé chudvāné.

Mérā bhogayāntrānk anant thā.

Adhiktar mérā Uncut Hindu Lund Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chooton ké andar hī yātrāyen kiyā kartā thā.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnāyén mujh par apnā pahlā ħaq mānti thīn, kyonki main ék Saůūdī Årab Musalmān mān kā putr thā.

Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Chūton sé jāb kabhī mérā Hindu Lund bāhar hotā thā, to båqī Årab Musalmān ħasīnāon ké ħuqooq shurū’ ho jāté thé.

Jāb båqī Årab Musalmān Chooton sé bāhar nikaltā thā mérā Hindu Lund, to båqī Musalmān Ħasīnāyén apnā ħaq māngné lagtī thīn.

Haméshā kisī na kisī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, aný Årab Musalmān Ħasīnā, athvā aný Musalmān Ħasīnā ki mast Muslim Choot mein ghus ghus kar chalté rahnā hī is prakār méré Uncut Hindu Lund ké liyé normal bāt thī.

Bāhar rahnā ékdum abnormal bāt thī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad muskurāī.

Sālī beħad ħasīn thī.

“Sir!” Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī, “kamré mein chalén?”

Main usko vahīn khulé mein chodnā chāhtā thā.

“Nahīn!” main bolā, “ yahīn khulé mein ŧhīk hai. Waisé bhī aur gharon sé yahān kā kuchh nahīn dikhtā hai. kisī ko nahīn dikhégā ki main tumhārī mālish kar rahā hoon. Jāo. Andar sé jā kar bistar yahīn par lā kar dāl do.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad maree jā rahī thī mujhsé chudvāné ké liyé.

Ék Béŧī kī ammī thī.

Chudāī kyā hotī hai, aur usmein åurat ko kitnā mazā ātā hai, yeh voh Kħoob achchhī taraħ samajhtī thī.

Aesé hī to nahīn ban gaī thī Åāýeshah Muħammad ék Béŧī Kī ammī.

Voh fauran gayī aur bistar lé āyī.

“Koī pūrāni chādar lé āo.” Main bolā, “ nahīn to tél lag kar ye kħarāb ho jāyégī.”

Wo nīché sé jā kar ék chādar bhī lé āyī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad né chādar bistar par bichhā dī.

“Tum ab is par léŧ jāo.” Main bolā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad ulŧī ho kar léŧ gayī.

Mainé uskī ŧāngon kī mālish shurū kar di.

usko ārām mil rahā thā.

Wo dhīré dhīré āhein lé rahī thī.

Phir wo bolī, “Sir!”

“Bolo.”

“Agar āp burā na Mānén to thođā aur ghutano sé oopar mālish karo na.”

Main muskurāyā.

“ Uské liyé to tumhārā skirt oopar uŧhānā hogā.”

“Jaisā āpko ŧhīk lagé, waisā kar lén, Sir! mujhé to bađā ārām mil rahā hai.”

Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt oopar uŧhā kar ghutano sé oopar kar dī.

Thođī der båd wo bolī,

“Sir! thođā aur oopar karo na.”

Mainé Åāýeshah Muħammad kī skirt ab pūrī hī haŧā kar uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon sé oopar kar dī.

Åāýeshah Muħammad né palaŧ kar dékhā aur muskurāté hué bolī,

“Kyon Sir! méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kī bhī mālish karné wālé ho kyā?”

Mainé bhī muskurākar poori besharmī sé kahā,

“Hān mérī jān! Abhī kas kar masal kar achchhé sé mālish kartā hoon.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad nashīlī āvāz mein bolī,

“ Ŧhīk hai. Jaisā chāho, kar lo.”

Ab mainé dhyān sé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé dékhé.

Kyā hī ghazab ké moŧé thé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Musalmān koolhé.

Usné panty nahīn pahnī thī.

Bahut hī mast chudāsé lag rahé thé uské Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé.

Dékhté hī méré Uncut Hindu lund né kas kar jhaŧkā mārā aur tan gayā.

Mainé tél hāth mein lé kar uské Muslim Koolhon par lagāyā aur kas kar uské Muslim Koolhon ko masalné lagā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad bhī halké halké sisakné lagī.

Main samajh chukā thā, āj rāt ye achchhé sé mujhsé chudwāyégī.

Main bhī khoob zor zor sé masal rahā thā.

Phir mainé apné hoŧhon sé Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon ko choomnā shurū kar diyā.

Åāýeshah Muħammad zor zor sé siskané lagī.

Uské sisakné ki āvāz sun kar mujhé aur bhī josh ā rahā thā.

Mainé āvésh mein Åāýeshah Muħammad ké ék Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā, halké sé.

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Sir! kyā khā hī jāoge?”

Main bolā,

“ Sālī! khāoongā nahīn. Abhī apnā moŧā Uncut Hindu Lund térī is kasī huī Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ mein ghusā kér, térī gānđ mār kar, téré jism kā sārā dard nikāl doongā. Samjhī, Sālī, Åāýeshah Muħammad!”

Åāýeshah Muħammad bolī,

“Sir! āp to bađī pyārī achchhī bātén karté ho. Aisā to mainé āj tak kabhī nahīn kiyā.”

Mainé kahā,

“ Sālī! chintā mat kar. Tujhé rāt bhar chod chod kar mérī taraħ poorī chudakkađ, méré haméshā chodné lāyāq, banā doongā. Samjhī? Bas, tum ab mazé létī jāo, méré Uncut Hindu lund ké.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad téz téz sānson ké beeh bolī,

“Hān Sir! Bas, aisé hī bātéin karté hué mujhé zindagī bhar chodné kā mood banā lījiyé. Shādī karné kī bhī koī zarūrat nahīn hai. Live in relationship bhī chalégī. Tum bhī free, main bhī free. Kisī kī kisī par koī zimmédārī nahīn. Kab sé taras rahī hoon. mérā hubnd bhī jaldī mar gayā. Main ŧhīk sé mazé bhī nahīn lé pāyī. Ab tum hī mérī pyās bujhā do. Chod lo mujhé. aur lé lo is Saůūdī Årab Muslim Choot aur Saůūdī Årab Muslim gānđ kā mazā. hiiiiiii kāsh roz jam ké chudātī main āpké Uncut Hindu lund sé. Kħoob mazé lé lé kar. siiiiiiii uiiiiiiii Ammī āāāa. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! aur kas ké maslo méré Muslim Koolhon ko. hi rajjjjjjjjjjā lé lo mazā méré Saůūdī Årab Musalmān jism kā.”

“Sālī! agar sach me tujhko mérā Uncut Hindu lund chāhiyé, to batā. Main tujhé daily chodnā shuroo kar doongā.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad lalak kar bolī,

“Sach, méré Hindu rājā! main tumhārā aħsān kabhī nahīn bhoolongī, agar tum mujhko vāqaåī daily chodnā shuroo kar do.”

Mainé uské Muslim Koolhon ko aur kas kar masal kar kahā,

“Shuroo kar doongā, mérī Saůūdī Årab Musalmān Malikā! pure mazé doongā.”

Aur kas ké Åāýeshah Muħammad ké Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhé par kāŧ liyā mainé.

Åāýeshah Muħammad aur tézi sé sisak pađī,

“Hiiiiiiiiiiii siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii marrrrrrrrrr gayī Mérī Jān! Méré Hindu Piyā! hiiiii Ammī! māāarrrrr dāāāāla. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! kyā mazā lé rahé ho tum méré Saůūdī Årab Muslim Koolhon kā. hiiiiiii aur kasssssss ké masalo na! Phāđ dālo in ko. Bahut machalté hain ye. Uiiiiiiiiii!Ammī! āāāāa mazāāāā ā gayāāāāa. kāŧ dālo. hiiiiii siiiiiii choom lo. pél do. Allāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāāah! hiiiiiii reeeeeee aur kasssssssss kéeeeeeee rājāāāāāāa! Durgesh! ”

Ab main dhīré dhīré uské Muslim Koolhon sé oopar ki taraf bađhné lagā, aur uské oopar léŧ gayā.

Phir mainé kahā,

“Sālī! Åāýeshah Muħammad! chodné lāyāq ab zarā palaŧ jāo. dékhoon to sahī ki térī ye Saůūdī Årab Muslim Chūchiyān kitnī moŧī hain. Shām ko to bahut kasī huī moŧī lag rahī thīn. zarā inkā asli size to dékh loon.”

Åāýeshah Muħammad palaŧ gayī.

Chapter 3

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After the death sentence 4

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After the death sentence

Chapter 4

Mohan Dīxit never wanted that Åzrah Iqbāl should fuck me ever.

She was now his steady girlfriend.

Yet, Åzrah Iqbāl wasn’t his wife.

Neither had she ever wanted to be.

The problem was Mohan Dīxit couldn’t get rid of Åzrah Iqbāl.

She was his Māmū, Muħammad Iqbāl’s daughter.

Nādirah Taufīq wanted Åzrah Iqbāl with Mohan Dīxit.

Mohan Dīxit couldn’t go against Nādirah Taufīq.

Maħmūd Sultān was sentenced to death unjustifiably.

Mohan Dīxit had tried his best to get justice for Maħmūd Sultān.

“Durgesh, he has been framed.” Mohan Dīxit has told me.

“I understand Mohan, but I can’t represent every framed one personally, you know. My firm HVS Law Internationals has more than a million lawyers. We have our branches almost everywhere wherever at least there is a High Court. They peacefully co-exist everywhere.”

Mohan Dīxit smiled sarcastically.

“The extent to you take an interest in HVS Law Internationals, is evident from the fact that you don’t even know the actual number of legal minds you have there!”

I smiled.

“It’s not necessary to know to protect any client, exactly how many lawyers are there in your law firm.”

“Oh sure,” Mohan Dīxit laughed sarcastically, “I think most of these ‘more than one million lawyers’ are your beautiful Musalmān lady friends. Aren’t they?”

I smiled cunningly.

“Mohan Dīxit, your companies too have most of the employees feminine and they are beautiful and your Musalmān lady friends too. Am I mistaken?”

“Not at all, not at all. But if you investigate you can easily find out I’m not exactly responsible for it. Nādirah Taufīq Bhābhījān, Åzrah Iqbāl and Ħafsah Aslam Bhābhījān have actually managed deliberately to do it, not I. I can’t go against them. Moreover, the women they employed are never liabilities to my companies. They are always assets instead.”

“Similarly,” I smiled intelligently, “it is difficult for anyone to keep track of the exact numbers of lawyers in HVS Law Internationals, because at any given moment there are a thousand or more leaving for a multitude of reasons and almost the same numbers are fresh new recruits trained and polished.”

“Very well answered.” Mohan Dīxit smiled, “I deserved it. Naturally I can’t win the master cross examiner in an argument.”

I smiled.

“Then, why the hell, are you trying to?”

“I’m sorry. I only want you won’t regret afterwards that you could have saved an innocent’s life if you had the chance.”

“Innocent?”

“He has been framed by the real terrorists, Durgesh. He is being sentenced to death because he didn’t cooperate with the dirty beasts.”

“How are you so confirm?”

“Because I know him personally. Maħmūd Sultān is the Indian anyone can be proud of. He believes that the Partition of India was a great blunder.”

“I see.”

“The then British forced it on Musalmīn. They fooled Musalmīn of that time that Hindus would punish Musalmīn for what Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India.”

“What Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh, don’t act as if you really don’t know it.” Mohan Dīxit complained.*

I watched Mohan Dīxit gravely.

“I really don’t know it, Mohan Dīxit. Tell me what the hell then Musalmīn have done with Hindus when Musalmīn were in power in India?”

“They humiliated Hindus beyond every moral, beyond every humanity and beyond every human imagination.”

“How many were the Musalmīn then?”

“What do you mean?”

“How many were the Musalmīn then? More than Hindus, or less than Hindus?”

“The Hindus are still more than Musalmīn many times. And so were they when Musalmīn were in power in India.” Mohan Dīxit informed me immensely disapproving of my attitude.

“And you want to tell me that those handful of Musalmīn oppressed manifold Hindus successfully when they were in power in India? And Hindus, so many times more than Musalmīn, did nothing to their oppressors? Do you really believe this utter nonsense?”

“You want to say these are only fictions, imaginations?”

“Political fictions, political imaginations, invented by then British rulers so that they could break the unity of then Indians and rule on us.”

HVS Law Internationals never failed to play the expansion game even more quickly than others.

It never failed to gobble up the other law firms in other cities, whether weaker or strong.

Even the strong law firms couldn’t give the constant positive results in the acquittal of innocent and framed ones.

They failed in competing with HVS Law Internationals in this toughest competition of talent, knowledge, experience and commitment to the cause.

They were fighting for money and fame.

HVS Law Internationals was fighting for justice to the innocents, framed ones and to the poor who couldn’t afford to pay the huge fees of those strong reputed law firms.

Soon HVS Law Internationals was more popular and more respected law firm everywhere.

Åzrah Iqbāl was playing with my Uncut Hindu Cock when Mohan Dīxit started the engine.

Mohan Dīxit was sweating already.

“It’s alright, Åzrah,” I put my palm on hers, “it’s not necessary.”

Sājidah Taufīq took my Uncut Hindu Cock in her beautiful young Musalmān palm, from Åzrah Iqbāl.

“Let me please him, Åzrah.”

“Your elder sister, Nādirah Taufīq, would kill me, Sājidah.” Åzrah Iqbāl smiled.

“I’m not pleased with Nādirah Taufīq Bājī.” Sājidah Taufīq said angrily, “She still suspects Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān is really a terrorist. She should have more faith in Maħmūd Sultān Bhāījān. I appreciate Åābidah Sultān instead.”

Sājidah Taufīq bent and took my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

She started to kiss, lick and suck it.

I couldn’t stop anyone of them.

I suspected neither Sājidah Taufīq nor Åzrah Iqbāl is actually interested in persuading me to represent Maħmūd Sultān.

They were actually more interested in enjoying sex with me, instead.

It was actually a golden opportunity for them to prove they were sacrificing for Nādirah Taufīq and Åābidah Sultān’s future.

Mohan Dīxit turned right on the main prison road.

We were passing neat little white homes with flowers and trees in the front yard.

Åzrah Iqbāl was sucking my Uncut Hindu Cock now, passionately.

Sājidah Taufīq had already sucked me for half an hour continuous.

My Uncut Hindu Cock was receiving best services from the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of Maħmūd Sultān.

No, they were neither society girls, nor sluts, as the Pseudo Musalmīn claimed about them.

They were only modern independent Musalmān women who deliberately never wanted to surrender to their ever jealous Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.

Sājidah Taufīq was a PhD even.

They both were unmarried.

I was actually the ever first man in Sājidah Taufīq’s life.

Wasn’t it amazing?

Sājidah Taufīq was twenty eight already.

None believed Sājidah Taufīq was still a virgin.

Yet, it was true.

She believed in modern values.

Sājidah Taufīq was not traditional at all.

Neither Åzrah Iqbāl was.

An arrow on a road sign pointed right to Unit 786.

How ironic it was.

786 was a religious number in modern day Islam and now they were keeping pseudo Islamic terrorists in this Unit.

With Mohan Dīxit driving our car, we turned very slowly.

Within seconds we were on a dirt road that led us quickly to some serious fencing and razor wire.

Now, Sājidah Taufīq had lifted her garārā up and had straddled me.

My Uncut Hindu Cock touched her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt between her labial lips.

Sājidah Taufīq immediately put her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately on my lips.*

Sājidah Taufīq pushed herself down on my almost ever erect Hindu Penis.

It started to enter her immediately.

“Thank you,” I smiled.

“My pleasure,” Sājidah Taufīq smiled gratefully, “I’ve dreamed of you. Yet I never believed I can be so lucky.”

“I’m honored,”

“Perhaps it’s quite contrary. There are infinite Musalmān Beauties but there is only one Durgesh.”

“You are being very kind to me.” I smiled feeling my one fourth Uncut Hindu Cock inside her virgin Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She felt it inside her and smiled triumphantly.

Nādirah Taufīq Bājī said,

“It’s not easy to fuck Durgesh.”

“Nonsense,” Sājidah Taufīq laughed at her elder sister, “You never tried. If you had, you too could have.”

“Sājidah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Islam.”

“Nādirah Taufīq, it’s forbidden in Pseudo Islam, not in Islam ever.”

“I see,” Nādirah Taufīq said sarcastically, “so you think Ħuzūr sallallāhu ålayhi wa sallam established Islam so that all the Muslimāt should marry Hindu rascals?”

“Hindus aren’t as rascals as the Pseudo Musalmīn are ever.” Sājidah Taufīq said insistently, “Hindus aren’t running the terrorist organizations to kill anyone that isn’t Hindu.”

“They are doing more dangerous things to us Musalmīn.”

“Oh, really? What?”

“They fuck us Musalmān Beauties everywhere wherever they can.”

“Are you sure? I think it’s actually vice versa.”

“That’s their dirty deliberately determined publicity. No Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān woman ever wants to have sex with a dirty Hindu.”

“You are living in fool’s paradise, Nādirah Taufīq.” Sājidah Taufīq said contemptuously, “I don’t want a terrorist/potential terrorist husband. Neither I want my children to be terrorist. I want a happy family and enjoy my life as much as I can.”

Chapter 5

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After the death sentence 3

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After the death sentence

. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

Chapter 3

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

We agreed to a compromise.

We would wait until she was ready emotionally too and see if we felt the same way.

We would see other people but I would live at home until I met someone else.

Her concession was that we could touch each other but I had to swear not to ever suggest or try to get Al Zāhidah Al Imām past that point – nor let her take me past it.

Our ‘deal’ ended with a sweet long kiss.

That first night, we touched each other into oblivion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy creamed and Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost count of the number of times I made her come.

My fingers and hands on her, and in her, had Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbing the walls.

I touched her lightly along her neck down to her breasts and said,

“You know what the best thing about your skin is? It goes all over your body.”

Everything that could be done to a clit, I did to her.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām. I can touch you there all night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.” and I did.*

The next morning, for her sanity, Al Zāhidah Al Imām added the ‘vitamin’ rule to our bargain:

Once A Day.

After six months, things were working out wonderfully and terribly.

Neither of us had gone out with other people at all, each night was sublime in each other’s arms, and our craving for more was excruciating.

We didn’t cross the line but we came so close that a feather could have knocked either one of us over it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t let me stay the night in her bed because after a few nights of feeling that big hard ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her behind, Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t get any sleep.

That didn’t prevent Al Zāhidah Al Imām from going to my bed when her desire to be near me overwhelmed her.

Many of her dreams haunted her.

The nightmare was that they were so sweet.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was finally skewered on my fat ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and I was fucking Al Zāhidah Al Imām until Al Zāhidah Al Imām screamed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām woke up dripping from every pore and every hole.

They were so real Al Zāhidah Al Imām awoke angry with me for going back on our deal and frustrated that I really hadn’t.

I couldn’t understand why my Musalmān ‘daughter in law’ was so grumpy on so many mornings.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t tell me how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me because it only would have made it harder for her and Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew from experience that I was hard enough all the time.

Somehow we made it until six months.

On a weekend Al Zāhidah Al Imām had to travel for business, Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me to come with her.

Maybe being in a strange room and a strange bed did it or maybe we were both just at a point of no return.

Before we’d even touched, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was undressing in front of the mirror and Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw me sitting on the bed.

I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I’m going to have you tonight.”

It wasn’t angry or asking.

It was a matter of fact.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām turned and took off her bra and said,

“Yes honey, you are.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām walked over to me and offered her nipple to my fingers.

We had waited so long; we both instinctively knew that our first time should not be wasted in a heated rush.

I squeezed each nipple long and hard.

Each pull sent sensations to her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stroked the back of my head as I pulled her panties down, and she said,

“That’s good Durgesh…you make Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel it down to here.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām opened her legs as Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood before me and put my hand over her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

I rubbed her gently.

“You have a soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān cunt,” I told her. “…A sweet soft Musalmān cunt that I’m going to be inside…in here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in here.” As I spoke my finger entered and explored.

I took my finger out and raised it to her lips.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted her juice and it excited me.

I said,

“…I’m going to be here Al Zāhidah Al Imām, in your mouth …my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…” Al Zāhidah Al Imām squeezed my wet finger and rolled my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock around it.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down at the handsome face and just said

‘Yes Durgesh…yes…yes…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām should have expected what came next but Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t.

I reached between her spread legs and found the tender pucker.

I sent my slippery Uncut Hindu Cock into the small channel and said, “I’m going to fuck you here Al Zāhidah Al Imām…in your gorgeous beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock is going to be here, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, here.” I drove my Uncut Hindu Cock as far as it would go.

“Allah Allah! OH God…Durgesh…yes…in my …in all of me.”

My pants were still on, but the bulge Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw sent her a picture of my big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock attempting to enter her Panjvaqtah Namāzī gorgeous Musalmān ass.

It sent a shiver through her, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to do it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sat next to me and took my shirt off.

I stood and Al Zāhidah Al Imām took off my pants too.

My long, wide, ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock was erect and poised by her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth; the smell of sex was on it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām licked the Hindu length of it and it sprang as Al Zāhidah Al Imām slathered my balls with saliva.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took the big Hindu knob into her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and squeezed her way up the Hindu shaft.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s pink Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue traced the contours of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sucking long before I pulled out of her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew what we both wanted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned back and positioned herself to take the insertion Al Zāhidah Al Imām had waited so long for.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“I’m ready Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s ready for you…”

I was breathing hard.

I approached Al Zāhidah Al Imām on my knees and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock looked like a spear coming out from between my legs.

I spread her by the ankles and said,

“I’m ready too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…I’ve been ready to fuck you for as long as I can remember…ready to put this ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside you where it belongs to…”

As I spoke Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the head of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.

Her wetness had made me accessible to the first penetration of my steel Hindu shaft.

As I pushed deeper into her grasping Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān channel, Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“Yes Durgesh …that’s where it belongs to…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her deep and I did.

Each my Hindu stoke took me toward her belly and Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t stop moving as I filled her with my long thick Hindu meat.

“Allah! OH God love…so good…Durgesh, I don’t know how I waited this long…oh honey thank you…thank you for waiting for me…for loving me…now we never have to wait anymore…yes Durgesh…love me…love me with your big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…always…always…”

As Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke, Al Zāhidah Al Imām surprisingly started to spasm.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to wait but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a yell and as I stroked her harder and faster, it felt like only seconds passed after her first orgasm when Al Zāhidah Al Imām began to climb again.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t feel me come and I was still hard as a rock inside her.

I pulled out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and took my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my hand.

It glistened with her juices and I positioned it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān asshole.

Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām could gird herself, I had pushed, passed her tight anal ring and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt the enormous pressure of my ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock working its way into a place it seemed it could not fit.

As I moved deeper in her Musalmān ass, my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock felt more massive than it ever looked.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt as stretched as Al Zāhidah Al Imām could get. Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel the tears at the corners of her eyes but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined not to stop me.

I said,

“Is it too much for you, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…should I stop? Can you take it?”

Could Al Zāhidah Al Imām take it?

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could take it forever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved having the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her again and most of all Al Zāhidah Al Imām loved that it was My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock that was now deep in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Her loud moans and the pressure eased somewhat as Al Zāhidah Al Imām relaxed.

As her fear subsided, Al Zāhidah Al Imām began enjoying the pulsing heat and friction My ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had created along the walls her tight Musalmān channel.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“No Durgesh, don’t stop…stay inside me ever…it’s where your new Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, wants you…yes my Hindu love…push into Al Zāhidah Al Imām…tell me you need me Durgesh …tell me…”

“Yes, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need this… Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I need to be in you…fucking you like this…fucking you like I’m always going to fuck you…fucking you…fucking you…fucking you…”

As my excitement rose I no longer held back any of my Hindu steel rod that was driving to her Musalmān core.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām could feel me encountering the globes of her gorgeous Musalmān ass as I gave her all of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Neither of us was aware ever how much time I fucked Al Zāhidah Al Imām in her gorgeous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It might be hours even.

However we both enjoyed it more than we anticipated.

To her immense surprise, Al Zāhidah Al Imām found she enjoyed it even more than me.

Allah, she never knew she was so crazy to enjoy even anal sex with me.

How the hell Durgesh knew it?

Who told Durgesh it?

Muħammad Afzal?

Her own husband?

None else could have known it.

Durgesh was the only man in her entire life after Muħammad Afzal.

And Durgesh would be the last too.

Now even Muħammad Afzal can’t touch Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

He has deliberately pushed her to Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.

Muħammad Afzal didn’t love her more than his terrorist father even.

For Muħammad Afzal, his terrorist father was more important than his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Shame on you, Muħammad Afzal.

You sold your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān wife, as faithful to you as she made even Durgesh keep waiting for six months for her.

I hate you, Muħammad Afzal.

I hate you now tremendously.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to thrust her gorgeous extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass herself wildly tremendously.

She was furious now.

Muħammad Afzal had deceived her.

He had used her to protect his terrorist father sentenced to death.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a damnfool actually still faithful to Muħammad Afzal.

Allah!

Allah!!

She was herself fucking me now tremendously, wildly, furiously, in her rage.

She wanted to revenge now.

Alas, she didn’t know it when she met her father in law.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd had watched his daughter in law scrutinizing her carefully,

“I never expected we need to talk.”

“Afzal wanted it, Abbu.”

“Why the hell he himself couldn’t do it?” Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd

asked quite unsatisfied, “Doesn’t the bastard know this place is not for his wife to visit ever?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your son has run away.”

“The bastard, he really isn’t my real son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned,

“Allah, do you really mean it, Abbu?”

“He must be Durgesh’s son, I think. He is as coward as the Hindus are.”

“You still think terrorism is bravery?”

“It isn’t terrorism, it’s ‘Jihad’.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām nodded but said nothing.

It was useless to argue with a persistent animal.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself hated the terrorists very much.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd wiped his eyes again, this time with his other sleeve.

He removed a cigarette and put it between his lips.

His hand shook as he flicked the lighter.

He puffed quickly.

“Why did you come here?” he asked in a low, husky voice.

“I’ve already answered that. Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal wanted it. I can’t inherit his property of several millions if I didn’t try to let Durgesh protect you.”

“Your ‘bastard’ husband, Muħammad Afzal, is really gone crazy. Durgesh is one of the many those destroyed me.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām smiled.

“Your ‘bastard’ son, Muħammad Afzal, told me you never admit your mistakes. You always claim somebody else is responsible for everything you are suffering from.”

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd watched her harshly.

“Are you really my Bahħū Bégum?”

“What do you mean?”

“You talk as if Durgesh is fucking you ab initio, not my son.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was stunned.

Her face became intense red with indomitable fury.

The terrorist animal didn’t deserve her attention even a bit.

Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd lacked normal etiquette even.

He used the word ‘fucked’ without any hesitation at all.

Instead, it was evident from his expression that he enjoyed using that humiliating word for her immensely.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām moaned in relief as I began to shoot in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass…lovely soothing cum…the cum Al Zāhidah Al Imām waited so long to have inside her… her Hindu love’s cum…My Hindu cum…filling Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s firm Musalmān ass with what she needed.

That night was the beginning of a new ‘deal’ between Al Zāhidah Al Imām and me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām promised me Al Zāhidah Al Imām would never say “no” to me again.
I would take Al Zāhidah Al Imām whenever and however I wanted her, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām would let me.
It was an easy bargain to keep.

Privately, our life together naturally evolved over the next year more into one of ashvinātam lovers than any other relationship.
The only thing missing after a while were friends.
We couldn’t go out as a couple and be ourselves where so many people knew us, so we decided to move to the city.
Starting over wasn’t easy but we had each other.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām struck up a friendship with Åzrah Iqbāl, a friendly, good looking woman at work who was also involved in a ‘May-December’ romance.
It turned out that Mohan was ten years her junior and the son of her best friend.
As we got to know them we all became closer and visions of sugarplums began Icing in My and her head.

We didn’t talk about it for the longest time but when the conversation between us turned to,
“Do you think Åzrah Iqbāl is sexy? Do you think Mohan is good looking?” we both knew what was on the other’s mind.
The thought of having two men in Åzrah Iqbāl at once began feeding her fantasy life.
I finally said it,
“What do you think of the four of us getting past conversation and into something more exciting?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,
“It sounds sexy to Al Zāhidah Al Imām but do you think it can…change things? Al Zāhidah Al Imām wouldn’t want to do anything that would come between us; you know, what if you really liked Åzrah Iqbāl and…?

I said,
“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you; this would just be playing around…anyway who knows if they would be interested?”

They were.
It turned out that Åzrah Iqbāl and Mohan had had the same idea from the start.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure about the whole thing but Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured I’d go along once and see what happened.

The first night started out awkwardly and we were sitting around talking nonsense over drinks for the longest time when Åzrah Iqbāl got up and took off her blouse.
She said,
“Hey guys, this is why we’re here, isn’t it?” She walked over to me, sat in my Hindu lap entirely unashamed of her, and started kissing me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had a rush of mixed feelings.
First, Åzrah Iqbāl was kissing her ideal and a pang of jealousy ran through Al Zāhidah Al Imām.
Secondly, she wasn’t wearing a bra and her tits looked bigger than Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was soon distracted when my hands began roaming over her body.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t sure what the others had in mind but Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t going to let Åzrah Iqbāl and me go off separately so Åzrah Iqbāl ‘steered’ us all into one bedroom.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām figured there were lots of possible combinations and Al Zāhidah Al Imām sort of directed things so that the two utmost seasoned Hindu men ‘did’ Åzrah Iqbāl and then I alone do Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock went into Åzrah Iqbāl’s Musalmān mouth, and Mohan’s short, fat, Brāhmañ dick pushed into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy from behind.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām got turned on and Al Zāhidah Al Imām went kissing me as we fucked and squeezed.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t think anyone could make as much noise as Åzrah Iqbāl did.
As Mohan Dīxit attacked Åzrah Iqbāl from behind like a battering ram she screamed as she came. Åzrah Iqbāl probably wasn’t that happy about it because I hadn’t come and she pulled her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth off my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock while she was sounding off.

We all sat on the bed for a few minutes touching each other.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over and kissed my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock and tasted Åzrah Iqbāl’s juice on me as her lips stroked me into hardness.
Mohan returned the favor by licking Åzrah Iqbāl for a while.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought I wanted Åzrah Iqbāl to suck me and have I do Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I had done Åzrah Iqbāl but Al Zāhidah Al Imām had other ideas.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had come to this party because Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know what it felt like to have two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl at once.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām directed me on my back and sat over me putting my stubby Hindu thickness into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
It felt good and I did fill Al Zāhidah Al Imām as I did fill Åzrah Iqbāl.
I immediately started bucking up like I was off to the races but Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed me to a less frenetic pace.
I knew what Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted and had greased her asshole as Al Zāhidah Al Imām leaned over my chest to give me access.

The big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in the small hole coupled with the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in Åzrah Iqbāl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy had already almost overwhelmed me.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew that a thin membrane separated the two ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cocks in Åzrah Iqbāl, but it felt to Åzrah Iqbāl like they were both in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and both in her Musalmān ass.
The two utmost seasoned Hindu men had pushed in and out of her Musalmān holes as our hands roamed, rubbing and tugging at her tits and ass.
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us come together…
Åzrah Iqbāl wanted to feel us both filling her with our Hindu cum…in her beautiful Musalmān ass and in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
Åzrah Iqbāl urged us on, telling us how good it felt.

I always had good control and I waited until I heard Mohan’s unmistakable sounds of release.
Åzrah Iqbāl called to me as Åzrah Iqbāl felt the first stream of Mohan in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
“Give it to me Durgesh…give it to Åzrah Iqbāl, please…”
I pounded her Musalmān ass and the heat was excruciating as I fucked her tight Musalmān hole.
I came in her a second or two after Mohan started but it seemed like I kept shooting long after Mohan finished.
Åzrah Iqbāl felt the heat and force of my jets and Al Zāhidah Al Imām missed hearing me calling me “Al Zāhidah Al Imām”; which still sent a shiver of excitement through her even after a year of hearing me call to ‘Al Zāhidah Al Imām’ as I came.

Åzrah Iqbāl didn’t come but was on the edge.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t wait for them to leave so Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have her Durgesh to herself.
When we were finally alone, I squeezed her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy with a hard loving Uncut Hindu Cock that sent Al Zāhidah Al Imām to the sky.
My long strokes and pressure around her Musalmān clit kept me on the verge for an eternity.
I knew well the trembling and small sounds Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually made before Al Zāhidah Al Imām came and kept stopping before Al Zāhidah Al Imām went over.
When Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally couldn’t stand it anymore Al Zāhidah Al Imām was pulling my hair and almost begging,
“Please Durgesh…let me come…make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām come…”
Finally I took her clit and ran my Uncut Hindu Cock around it without stopping.
It was an exquisite first surge, almost painful, and then blessed release.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,
“You are so good for me, Durgesh…you know how to make your Al Zāhidah Al Imām happy.” Al Zāhidah Al Imām kissed the sweet lips that brought her so much pleasure.

We stayed friends with Mohan Dīxit and Åzrah Iqbāl but that was our only sexual encounter.
Fantasies were fine but we didn’t feel the need to act them out with others; we were enough for each other.
After all, I had Musalmān Beauties who wanted me to fuck them all the time and Al Zāhidah Al Imām had me who did what she needed.

In a month it will be ten years since I’ve been with Al Zāhidah Al Imām as Hindu man and Musalmān woman.
I’ve added ‘wife’ to her feelings.
Although we are not actually married, our commitment to each other is as real and strong as any marriage Al Zāhidah Al Imām have ever seen.
We’ve had infrequent fights like any other couple, but it’s been so good that sometimes it makes her afraid, particularly when the sex is especially good.

Last night was a good example.
We were going to see the Abba play and Al Zāhidah Al Imām was more dressed up than usual.
The dress made her look busty.
I came in to the room and said,
“Wow, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you look great.”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām had white thigh highs on.
I asked,
“Are you wearing the underwear that you usually wear with those stockings?”
Al Zāhidah Al Imām laughed and flashed me the thong part of the frilly white set.
I gave her a serious look and said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want to fuck you before we go.”

It still thrilled Al Zāhidah Al Imām to see my eager ever young ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock get hard for her and as Al Zāhidah Al Imām unbuttoned the dress.
Looking at the desire in my eyes all these years later, made Al Zāhidah Al Imām feel lucky.
I didn’t want to wait for her to fiddle with the ten buttons.
I pulled the dress up from the bottom.
Before Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew it, her panties were down and I was in her.

It was wonderful how well my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock had learned to make her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy respond but instead of enjoying it as Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually did, Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary and scared.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām did what Al Zāhidah Al Imām do in her dumb Moments,
“What if…” What if Durgesh stops loving me, what if Durgesh stops wanting me? I’ve tried to stay in shape but I know Ii can’t look as good as I did ten years ago so what if Durgesh stops finding me attractive?

I knew something was wrong and when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me, I put my arms outside of her and gathered her into me.
With small kisses all over her face, I kept pushing slowly in and out of Al Zāhidah Al Imām saying,
“You never have to worry, Al Zāhidah Al Imām; I’m going to love you forever. You’ll always be beautiful because Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I love you…all you ever have to do is love me back.”
I stroked her hair as my driving ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filled Al Zāhidah Al Imām with pleasure.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām calmed and let my loving take her to the place where my love of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body filled her heart.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām surrendered to my hands, my fingers and my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Her sweet Durgesh rode up into her belly and reached the place that always made her cry out.
The long even Hindu strokes into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy elicited her soft moans.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām let the last hold she had on herself go as my mouth covered hers, and Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt every inch of my long ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock filling her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy.
All of her said,
“Al Zāhidah Al Imām belongs to you, Durgesh, forever.”
Her body flushed under her clothes when Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt I started coming in her.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled me too deep into herself.
A jolt set off her orgasm and it felt as if her cum was coating my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock.
Al Zāhidah Al Imām entered the moment Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to live in forever, never thinking once of the wrinkled dress she’d have to change.

Chapter 4

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After the death sentence 2

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After the death sentence

Chapter 2

Durgesh Al Zāhidah Al Imām

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was resuscitated by a phone call.

It wasn’t to Al Zāhidah Al Imām or from Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was in the den and was about to call her sister Al Saħar Al Imām.

I was on the phone so much that Al Zāhidah Al Imām usually checked to see if it was free by pressing the speakerphone button; Al Zāhidah Al Imām got an earful.

I was talking to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, a girl I was going to the prom with.

The first words Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard were

“…now put that wet finger on your slippery little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān button.”

What was Al Zāhidah Al Imām listening to?

It couldn’t be her ideal Durgesh whom Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure was a sophisticated, the utmost seasoned man that Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still waiting to have the ‘sex talk’ with?

As I continued talking Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a little too late.

He said,

“Make believe it’s my Uncut Hindu Cock making circles all around it…slowly…one way and then the other…is your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt getting wet the way it does for me, little girl?”

The sound of her answer sent an electric spark through her belly.

“Oh yes Durgesh…my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy’s all wet for you…why aren’t you here with your big ardent Hindu thing…so Al Kubrā Al Nasīr can kiss you and you can touch me all over…?” Her hand went almost involuntarily between her legs.

“Tomorrow, little girl…Muħammad’s having a party…and you’re going to be there…upstairs…with your beautiful Musalmān legs spread…and then you’ll have it…deep in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy…”

As I described what I was going to do to my girlfriend, Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand in her panties and slid a finger over her moist Musalmān clit.

As the disturbing image of mine entering the Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy of a woman who could only be her focused, Al Zāhidah Al Imām came with a shudder.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām pressed the speakerphone off and went blank until the cooling stickiness in her panties reminded Al Zāhidah Al Imām of what had just happened.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt confused but with a sexual energy Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t felt in years.

It felt so good to be turned on again even if it was Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of the Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties that had turned her on – then Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked in the mirror.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was appalled.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām determined to do something about what Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw.

It was four months of hell, four days a week in the gym after work.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām lost the extra pounds and found a not bad looking woman looking back at her who was ready to resume an intimate relationship. Throughout her ‘ordeal’, Durgesh was an inspiration.

One discouraging day I said,

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’re doing great. I would love to have a girl who looks that hot; you look good enough to love.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was sure I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but still; I was too much of an inspiration.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the phone call that still played in her head.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by the handsome strong body I had still maintained amazingly even at my sixty six.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was inspired by ashvinātam thoughts of mine doing to Al Zāhidah Al Imām what I said I would do to Al Kubrā Al Nasīr.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had fought the thoughts for weeks and months: rationalizing why Al Zāhidah Al Imām had them, telling herself about their fantasticality and immorality.

After all, Durgesh wasn’t a Musalmān.

He was a Hindu and so many Musalmīn hated Durgesh.

Out of jealousy?

It was what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan claimed.

She claimed the Musalmīn that hated Durgesh were actually not Musalmīn.

They were Pseudo Musalmīn actually.

Most of the Musalmān Beauties believed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

The ‘Pseudo Musalmīn’ claimed it was due to Durgesh’s incredible unique sexual prowess.

Durgesh is crazy to fuck Musalmān Beauties.

The ever sex starved ever ravenous Musalmān Beauties love and worship Durgesh for it.

They are crazy to fuck Durgesh now more than even Durgesh is crazy to fuck them.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan heads such Musalmān Beauties, obsessed to have Durgesh’s ever dirty Uncut Hindu Cock inside their Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunts.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām dismissed such fantasies time and again only to have them return…unbidden…urgent…searing her insides.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām sent them away with anger, frustration, and finally with masturbating fingers.

They returned to mock her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at my ever handsome Hindu male face or when I hugged her hello.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām tried to talk to Saħar Al Imām but the words wouldn’t come out.

How does a woman say to her sister,

“I want to sleep with Durgesh, the ever infamous Utmost Successful Hindu fucker of us Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Beauties?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started becoming someone Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t like; Al Zāhidah Al Imām listened in on my conversations.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām did something that still embarrassed her when Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought about it; Al Zāhidah Al Imām went into my bedroom in the middle of the night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām planned to say Al Zāhidah Al Imām heard a noise or something like that if I awoke.

I was lying almost on my side.

It was a hot night and I was nude.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām saw what Al Zāhidah Al Imām went to see.

My long Uncut Hindu shaft lay flaccid on my thigh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood for almost a half hour.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām watched in silent fascination as my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock almost fully hardened at one point.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām imagined it in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt herself on the edge of doing the unthinkable.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām went back to her room and made herself come twice.

Even that night, in her cobwebbed denials, Al Zāhidah Al Imām never thought that Al Zāhidah Al Imām could ever let me put that ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock inside her, nor did Al Zāhidah Al Imām think she would want to.

After all, Al Zāhidah Al Imām was my daughter in law.
Of course, Afzal isn’t Durgesh’s real son.

Afzal’s Ammī started to live in relationship when Afzal’s real father, Al Jalāl Al Tawaħīd, was sentenced to death for his so called inhumane activities of terrorism against everyone who wasn’t Musalmān.
Things began going crazy when I came home after prom night.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me how it went and I said “Okay”.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why it wasn’t ‘great’ or ‘fabulous’.

I laughed and said.

“Those are the details you really don’t want to know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was serious when Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me I could tell her anything and that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted to know anything that affected me.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew I’d fucked almost entire Musalmān Beauties present there, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was still wide eyed when I told her.

“Well, it’s Al Kubrā Al Nasīr, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I sort of broke up with her tonight…it’s a sex thing, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām put her hand over me and said,

“Sure, I do, but I’m surprised you broke up because she’s such a pretty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girl you have always preferred on other girls, and she has a wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān female body.”

“It’s okay…it’s not as nice as yours, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, and she really doesn’t want to use it. We’ve had…you know…intercourse a few times…but she never wants to do anything else…it makes no sense but she says the other stuff is only if we get ‘serious’ or engaged or something. Hey, I’m not ready for anything like that…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I mean I’m not getting married just to get…it doesn’t matter…it’s not like we were in love or anything.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not rushing into anything…you’re still amazingly young and handsome and there are going to be a lot of Musalmān Beauties …I’m sure.”

My remark about her body sensitized Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

“I shouldn’t ask you this but I’m curious, have you already done all those ‘other things’ with other beautiful Musalmān girls?”

” They call me an Utmost seasoned man. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you really are curious.” I took a deeper breath and said, “I’ve had oral sex a lot and it’s great but I’ve never preferred uh…anal…not that I would mind trying it but…”

I started to laugh.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām asked me why and I said,

“Well, Al Kubrā Al Nasīr said she would NEVER have anal with me because I’m…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I guess I’m pretty big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām told me,

“A woman adjusts…most woman can…I’m sure you’re not that too big…”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked down and saw the outline of the bulge in my pants and put her hand on it…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had put her hand on my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock!

Al Zāhidah Al Imām fogged over; Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t hear what I said.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had crossed the line without even knowing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was approaching it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked up to see me with my eyes closed enjoying the rubbing Al Zāhidah Al Imām was giving me.

I got harder.

Was I enjoying it because it was Al Zāhidah Al Imām, or would any Hindu gets hard if any decent looking Musalmān woman rubbed his Uncut Hindu Cock, even if it was his Musalmān daughter in law?

The questions disappeared when my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock appeared.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām herself had unzipped my pants and taken it out.

It was swollen red with blood…it was rock hard…its size fascinated Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

I said,

“Suck it, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…please suck it. I need not your hand there now, your extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth instead. Please!”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hadn’t had the ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth for so long…

Al Zāhidah Al Imām had forgotten how much Al Zāhidah Al Imām liked it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām closed her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth over about a third of my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock, wrapped her beautiful Musalmān fingers over the still exposed Hindu shaft and slid her hand back and forth as Al Zāhidah Al Imām sucked my ever infamous, yet ever dreamed of by Musalmān Beauties, Uncut Hindu Cock.

The more Pseudo Musalmīn hated me for it out of jealousy, the more their beautiful Musalmān houseladies were obsessed to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside their ever sex starved ever ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Cunts.

The swollen helmet felt velvety smooth in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth as my Ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock massaged it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām took more of the big ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock until it approached the back of her Musalmān throat.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my hands on her head and in my excitement and experience I was directing Al Zāhidah Al Imām.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām gently moved my hands to her aching Musalmān breasts.

Her husband, Muħammad Afzal, couldn’t face the humiliation that his real father was a terrorist and was waiting to be hanged till death.

He ran away leaving everything behind on Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s name.

The only condition he insisted on was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām would manage Durgesh to represent his father somehow anyway.

I massaged them over her blouse, as Al Zāhidah Al Imām tasted my Hindu pre-cum.

The flavor of sex made Al Zāhidah Al Imām hungry for more.

The thought of mine spewing ashvinātam cum into Al Zāhidah Al Imām’s mouth excited and alarmed me.

Before I exploded Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually thought of stopping…and…Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t even know what Al Zāhidah Al Imām was going to do or say but the sound of desire in my voice was mesmerizing and it made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet.

I said,

“Oh, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…yes…suck my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock…suck it, suck it…it feels so good…don’t stop…please…my beautiful Al Zāhidah Al Imām…”

My first release caught Al Zāhidah Al Imām by surprise.

It was so hard Al Zāhidah Al Imām pulled back and the next two jets caught her on the cheek and chin.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām returned my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock to her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and swallowed the last of my fragrant Hindu cum that presaged her panic.

“What have I done?” Al Zāhidah Al Imām thought, “Is Durgesh going to hate me for the rest of my life? How could I have sucked Durgesh’s ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock?”

“OH, Al Zāhidah Al Imām”, I said, “That was the most beautiful thing that ever happened to us, Al Zāhidah Al Imām,”

I kissed away her trembling and I kissed away her silent tears but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was overwhelmed.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ran to her room and locked the door.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was mortified.

Durgesh requested her to open the door and talk to me but Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t.

She was so ashamed of herself.

Moreover, she was immensely furious to her runaway husband, Muħammad Afzal.

How the hell could she manage Durgesh to represent his terrorist father in law?

Did Muħammad Afzal want his wife, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, to sleep with Durgesh for it even, if necessary?

After a long time Al Zāhidah Al Imām said,

“I’m okay Durgesh, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t okay, neither through that sleepless night nor for weeks afterwards.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām apologized to me and told me she’d been drinking and depressed even though the truth was that Al Zāhidah Al Imām just wanted to sleep with me; no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted me to fuck her…but Al Zāhidah Al Imām was determined that she shouldn’t let me ever.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām requested me to forgive her and forget that it happened.

What a stupid thing to say.

‘Forget that Al Zāhidah Al Imām took your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in her enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and sucked you until you came.’

Needless to say, neither of us could forget what happened.

The more we didn’t talk about it, the larger it loomed whenever we were together.

Finally one night, in the middle of a sentence, I began kissing Al Zāhidah Al Imām passionately.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām wanted nothing more than for me to take her, have her, be in her; but Al Zāhidah Al Imām reluctantly pushed me off and said,

“Sweetheart…love…we can’t…it’s ashvinātam, absolutely prohibited in Islam. Oh Durgesh…Al Zāhidah Al Imām put these crazy ideas in your head with her selfish…”

I stopped her.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, do you think I never thought about you? Don’t you know, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I was always turned on by you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was surprised.

“But I was horrible to look at and…”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you were never horrible. You were always beautiful to me. Let me show you something.”

I went to my room and returned a Moment later with some photographs in my hand.

They were old ones that her husband had taken when they were first married.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām looked at herself in ‘pin-up’ poses wearing a bikini.

“Where did you get those…that was so long ago I don’t even remember taking them?”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I found them in a stack of pictures five years ago, Al Zāhidah Al Imām. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, you’ve been turning me on for a long time. Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I look at these pictures all the time…Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I still…believe me, you didn’t start me thinking about having sex with you…Al Zāhidah Al Imām I…”

I came closer to kiss her, to touch her, to love her.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt like saying,

“Yes Durgesh, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock in my enormously attractive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth again, put your ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock wherever you want to fuck me…”

Instead, Al Zāhidah Al Imām stopped me by saying,

“Allah Allah! Oh God, Durgesh, please don’t…please don’t make it that much harder. We can’t…we just can’t…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t do it to you.”

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām” I said, “You’re not doing anything to me…It’s what Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I want…isn’t it what you want yourself too, Al Zāhidah Al Imām?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām hesitated for a second.

I reached for her saying…

‘Let me love you Al Zāhidah Al Imām…just let me…”

“Please Durgesh, no…Al Zāhidah Al Imām can’t even talk about it anymore…we’re not going to become…honey please understand…please don’t break my heart. Right now Al Zāhidah Al Imām wants you so much Al Zāhidah Al Imām doesn’t know if Al Zāhidah Al Imām can stop you. My husband has runaway. I need sex very much. But…from you? Never. Never. I’m sorry.”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām started to cry.

“Oh, Durgesh, it hurts me…please don’t hate me.”

I relented,

“Okay, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I won’t force you…how can I stop loving you however, Al Zāhidah Al Imām…but can I at least hold you?”

Al Zāhidah Al Imām came to my arms and her breasts pushed into my chest.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām felt my ever infamous Uncut Hindu Cock against her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

It was a torture until I let her go.

That night, Al Zāhidah Al Imām touched herself until Al Zāhidah Al Imām was exhausted.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām couldn’t satisfy herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām was only feeding her hunger.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām became lovesick.

It sounded romantic; it wasn’t.

There was nothing poetic about it.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām actually became physically ill because of the stress and the unrelenting desire to have my Uncut Hindu Cock inside her now immensely ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām ended up in bed for ten days with a weakened immune system.

The doctor said something about ‘fatigue syndrome’ but Al Zāhidah Al Imām knew better.

I was so good to Al Zāhidah Al Imām during that time Al Zāhidah Al Imām got teary thinking about it.

I took care of her,

I looked after her, and I was always there.

We spent so many hours talking about everything.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām never felt as loved in her life as Al Zāhidah Al Imām did when I sat on her bed and cradled her in my arms with soft kisses on her forehead.

With my help Al Zāhidah Al Imām climbed out of the pit of despair Al Zāhidah Al Imām had dug for herself.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām finally talked to Saħar Al Imām.

After about twenty ‘you what?’ she settled down enough to help me struggle toward an acceptance of her situation.

It was enough just to hear a bit of assurance that Al Zāhidah Al Imām wasn’t terrible and that the rest of her life might not have to be a horror.

She told her Al Zāhidah Al Imām could have all the feelings but waiting until she was older would be the responsible and right thing to do.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām settled in her mind that she would not have me sexually before she was ready emotionally too for it.

Of course Al Zāhidah Al Imām realized that there was no magic number that makes a person ready for mature decisions but it was reasonable for lots of reasons.

Al Zāhidah Al Imām spoke to me that night.

I tried every way I knew to convince her otherwise, but Al Zāhidah Al Imām stood fast.

The things I said were things Al Zāhidah Al Imām had heard when Al Zāhidah Al Imām was a young girl and they would have been funny if Al Zāhidah Al Imām didn’t want it as much as I did.

“Al Zāhidah Al Imām, let me be in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy just once; Al Zāhidah Al Imām, I promise I won’t come.”

The thought of my full Hindu manhood spreading her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Pussy and pushing up into her belly made Al Zāhidah Al Imām wet but after three hours of sweat and tears she came around, and so did I.

Chapter 3

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After the death sentence 1

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After the death sentence

Chapter 1

Durgesh Nādirah Taufīq

Durgesh Åābidah Sultān

Åābidah Sultān screamed,
“WHAT THE FUCK Durgesh !! Ammī, DURGESH FUCKING DID IT AGAIN!!”

It was the first thing Nādirah Taufīq heard in the morning,

She came running into Nādirah Taufīq’s room, with something all over her face, dripping down her cheek.

“Watch your language young lady. DURGESH, GET IN HERE RIGHT NOW!” Nādirah Taufīq yelled.

I went into her room with my head raised, wanting boldly to meet anyone’s eyes.

“He does this every weekend Ammī, it has to stop. It’s disgusting.” Åābidah Sultān went on. “I wake up to seeing his Uncut Hindu Dick spraying me with his dirty Hindu cum. He needs to see a psychologist or something. He’s sick in the head.”

“Ok, ok. Åābidah Sultān, you go get cleaned up, I need to talk to Durgesh alone.” Nādirah Taufīq said as she was desperately trying to think of something to do about this.

Åābidah Sultān huffed out of the room, leaving Nādirah Taufīq and me alone.

Nādirah Taufīq had been having a tough Time with me lately.

Ever since I joined them six months ago, it seemed like I’d been obsessed with her older daughter.

She was twenty years old, and if Nādirah Taufīq didn’t know better, would say that she’d been teasing Durgesh right ab initio.

Åābidah Sultān didn’t like Durgesh.

She herself used to suck my Uncut Hindu Cock until I blasted my Hindu semen into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, then deliberately make it spray on her face, and then claimed I did it.

Nādirah Taufīq had talked to Åābidah Sultān about it, telling her she needed to dress more modestly around the house.

Åābidah Sultān’s response had been,

“But Ammī, we have always been super casual. I feel comfortable like this. I don’t want to have to put pants on just to go to breakfast.”

But in the end, Åābidah Sultān had agreed to start at least wearing pajamas around the house.

Nādirah Taufīq had thought that would be the end of it. But then this…

“Durgesh, this is the third Time in 2 months.” Nādirah Taufīq sighed. “We’ve talked about this, and you said you are innocent. What’s going on?”

After a Moment of silence, I said,

“Nādirah Taufīq, I told you your daughter doesn’t like me living here. But you insisted.”

“Nonsense, Durgesh. Åābidah Sultān is twenty now. She must understand the testament of her Abbu. He is facing the false charge of being a terrorist, only because he opposed terrorism. What is wrong there if he wants his advocate, his brother in law, the husband of his Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān sisters to live with us to protect us?”

“Ask Åābidah Sultān, your daughter. What the hell can I do? I don’t want to live here.”

“That’s out of question. Maħmūd wants you here. He doesn’t believe on his ever greedy relatives. He thinks only you can protect us from them, and I understand Maħmūd is right.”

“I told you, Nādirah Taufīq, your twenty years old extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān daughter, Åābidah Sultān, fucks me every night. She rapes me. Even her beautiful Musalmān lady friends fuck me when you are in your office.”

“And you enjoy it all?” Nādirah Taufīq blurted out.

“Why the hell should not I?” I smiled cunningly, “I am not fucking them, they are fucking me.”

Nādirah Taufīq glanced down at my Hindu crotch and noticed that I was starting to get hard again.

She couldn’t believe it.

Inwardly she smiled a little.

“He has no shame,” she thought. “I’d better change the subject before things start getting worse.”

The reason for this line of thought was because she felt a tingling starting between her legs herself.

Ever since the first incident with me and Åābidah Sultān, she couldn’t keep the thoughts out of her mind.

Thoughts like wishing I would choose her rather than her daughter to cum on.

Nādirah Taufīq’s husband, Maħmūd Sultān, was sentenced to death 3 years ago, leaving her to raise their seven daughters alone.

He wasn’t hanged till now but his hanging was certain if I couldn’t prove his innocence.

Before his going to jail, she would suck him off every day, sometimes more.

That was one of the main reasons for their happy marriage.

Everybody commented how happy they were together.

It worked well, he loved cumming, and she loved to eat his eat it.

After Maħmūd was jailed waiting for his hanging, Nādirah Taufīq

had been so busy with work and the kids that she hadn’t even given much thought to find another man.

She always told herself,

“Once the kids are out of the house, maybe.”

But that was about all the thought she gave to the subject, other than the lonely nights, where she only had her hand to distract her.

I continued my story,

“I can’t help my Uncut Hindu Dick gets hard instantly.”

I looked up at this, and looked into Nādirah Taufīq’s

flushed face. “I didn’t even notice Åābidah Sultān was rubbing it, until I found Åābidah Sultān actually doing it in my room. I was lying on my back, with her one hand between my legs, like I’d fallen asleep rubbing her Pussy on my ever hard Uncut Hindu Cock.”

Nādirah Taufīq blushed deeper at this.

I noticed the blush, yet I decided to push a little bit more.

Why the hell should I have stopped?

Åābidah Sultān was doing it all, not I.

“Before I knew it, Åābidah Sultān was standing above me pulling furiously on my cock. And when she opened her eyes, the first thing she did was look at my Uncut Hindu Dick and smile.”

I could tell I was getting a reaction out of Nādirah Taufīq.

“She looked so cute there, smiling up at me with her tits and even her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt out on display, I couldn’t take it, and so I blew. I came all over her face. It felt so good to Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq. I just kept spurting all over her forehead, nose, and cheek. And when it dribbled into her mouth a little, she sat bolt upright, and just started screaming.”

I was hard now, and my right hand went in front of my pajama bottoms to cover it, or so Nādirah Taufīq thought at first.

I had never been this forward in my description before.

I was always sophisticated.

Nādirah Taufīq believed me the first two Times, but this Time… This Time I seemed different.

Something in my eyes; I didn’t seem sorry at all EVER.

“Durgesh, we really have to stop doing this. What can I do to make sure you don’t…” she searched for an appropriate word for an inappropriate situation. “don’t jizz on Åābidah Sultān anymore?” Then she noticed that my hand was moving, ever so slightly.

“Nādirah Taufīq, I have an idea, but you may not like it.” My eyes flicked from her face down to her chest.

She noticed and remembered she was in her pajamas too.

And there was ample cleavage showing.

I was lusting after her.

On the one hand, she couldn’t allow this.

On the other, she was soooo horny lately, and really wanted some attention.

And after all, she did want me to stop molesting Åābidah Sultān.

“What’s your idea, Durgesh?” she breathed heavily, sitting up straighter on her bed.

She moved over to the edge, and put her feed on the ground, getting closer to me.

I stepped forward until I was standing right in front of Nādirah Taufīq. “You’re turning me on, Nādirah Taufīq, just like Åābidah Sultān did. Once I get this feeling, I just have to cum. If I had something to distract me from Åābidah Sultān, some outlet I could use, then she would leave me alone.” I was blatantly rubbing my cock through my pajamas now, “Naturally, if my Uncut Hindu Cock is busy somewhere else, Åābidah Sultān can’t use it adversely to your interests.”

She couldn’t believe it.

I had just cum and now I was getting hard again.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt was getting wet thinking about it.

Still, she tried another futile suggestion, knowing I wouldn’t settle for it.

“We could get you some good Musalmān lady friends of mine to fuck them. And you could stick that beautiful Uncut Hindu Cock of yours any Time you like.” Her mind was racing now, and her words slipped.

She hadn’t meant to call it beautiful.

But it was, and she could see it through my pajamas.

It was huge, and she wanted it.

“No Nādirah Taufīq, I tried, Åābidah Sultān’s extremely beautiful Musalmān lady friends are already serving me. Yet Åābidah Sultān manages successfully to fuck me every night. I need to have real Musalmān flesh with me every night so that Åābidah Sultān can’t replace her ever.” I said, not taking my eyes off Nādirah Taufīq’s tits. “Like this…” and I reached down and pulled one side of her pajama tops to the side, revealing much more tit flesh.

Once done, I brought her hand boldly to my Uncut Hindu Cock, but this Time, I used my other hand to fish it out the front of my pajama bottoms. It was out, and Nādirah Taufīq was stroking it right in front of her face. “Take your top off, Nādirah Taufīq.”

Nādirah Taufīq began mechanically to obey, her eyes locked on the massive Uncut Hindu Dick being gently stroked just inches from her face.

Once complete, she reached out and put her hand on my Uncut Hindu Cock, stroking it.

I let go, and placed Nādirah Taufīq’s hand directly on my Hindu shaft.

“Yeah, that feels good.”

Then I reached down and hefted her left breast with my right hand. ” Nādirah Taufīq, I’ve wanted to feel your Musalmān tits for so long. They feel so good.”

“Ok, honey, I’ll do this for you, but you have to promise to leave Åābidah Sultān alone. Ok?”

Nādirah Taufīq was enjoying the feel of my Uncut Hindu Cock immensely.

It brought back memories of Times she longed for.

“Ok, Nādirah Taufīq, if you will do this for me any Time I want, Åābidah Sultān has to leave us alone.” Then I grunted as Nādirah Taufīq

started me pumping faster.*

Åābidah Sultān had gone to the bathroom to clean up.

Once she was in there, she closed the door and looked in the mirror.

My fragrant Hindu cum was all over her beautiful young Musalmān face.

This was so hot.

She eagerly scooped it up into her hand, and started rubbing it on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, hands under her pajama shirt.

She loved the feel of my Hindu cum.

Then she put her other hand down her bottoms and started rubbing her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

She was gonna cum quickly, she could tell.

She had gone to bed the night before hoping this would happen.

She left her door open on purpose, and then fell asleep after furiously masturbating.

Thoughts of the last Time Åābidah Sultān woke me up flowing through her mind.

Last Time, I’d woken up when Åābidah Sultān had just entered my room.

She was in only her panties at the Time.

I was asleep.

Sure enough,

Åābidah Sultān whipped out my Uncut Hindu Cock, and just started rubbing it right there.

She wished I was brave enough to just sit up and start fucking her, but she didn’t want to startle me and have me run away.

So she just let me lay there, and let me cum all over her.

Once she left the room, she smelled my cum, and rubbed it all over into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Later that day, she was having second thoughts, and told Nādirah Taufīq about it.

Nādirah Taufīq said she would have a talk with me.

Later, Åābidah Sultān regretted telling on me, maybe it wouldn’t happen again.

When she was in the bathroom, while she had two fingers in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, the other hand furiously rubbing her clit, Åābidah Sultān wondered why she had freaked out today.

In her fantasy, she would wake up and just start sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

But then the reality of what she wanted to do set in, and she just started yelling at me.

She thought she would die if Nādirah Taufīq walked in on her sucking my Uncut Hindu Dick.

That fear was what kept her from fulfilling her fantasy.

But right now, she needed to cum again.

Thoughts of my big Uncut Hindu Dick spun through her mind as she worked herself up to an amazing orgasm.

It was a strong one, and she slid down against the bathroom wall, out of breath.

While this was going on, Nādirah Taufīq was happily gulping down my Uncut Hindu Cock, and she realized that she needed to finish this before Åābidah Sultān came back in.

She reached under my Uncut Hindu Dick, and slowly pulled on my ball sack.

She stretched it slowly and steadily.

She heard my breathing intensify, and knew I would cum soon.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq! Oh Nādirah Taufīq! I’m gonna cum. I’m cumming…” and with that, I blew my load into Nādirah Taufīq’s Musalmān mouth.

She swallowed hard and fast.

Experienced in sucking cock, she didn’t let a single drop fall.

Buttoning up her top she said,

“There, is that better? Now get yourself cleaned up in my bathroom before Åābidah Sultān gets back. And make sure to look properly scolded!” She swatted my butt as I went to smile agreeing with her.

What had she gotten herself into, she wondered.*

Åābidah Sultān came in a few minutes later, looking cleaned, but flushed.

“Sorry Nādirah Taufīq, I didn’t mean to freak out and swear so much. He just surprised me. I’m your daughter, Durgesh shouldn’t be using me to masturbate to, much less on me.”

“I know dear. I understand. I spoke with Durgesh again, and he promised he wouldn’t do it again. In fact, I’ve made arrangements that should ensure he leaves you alone.” Nādirah Taufīq told her daughter, as she sat down next to her.

“What arrangements?” Åābidah Sultān wondered out loud.

“Don’t worry, it’s between Durgesh and me. But you have to tell me if Durgesh bothers you again. This really does have to stop.”

“Ok Ammī. Thanks.” And they hugged.

I came out of the bathroom, and saw Åābidah Sultān there with Nādirah Taufīq.

“I’m sorry Åābidah Sultān. I don’t know what came over me. It’s okay with me if you want to have me inside you. I’d never objected it until you yourself complained to your Ammī.”

Åābidah Sultān watched me carefully.

“You really mean it, my dream Hindu lover?”

“Sure, never doubt it, darling.”

Åābidah Sultān was feeling much better about the whole situation, and decided to make light of it.

She replied,

“Well I know what came over me.”

We all laughed at this.

“I’m glad you’re not too mad. I won’t do it again.” Åābidah Sultān said, bowing her head and looking appropriately abashed.

“I hope not. You need to find yourself a good boyfriend to use as an outlet.” I said.

But inside, she hoped to keep me to herself.

It was a twisted mix of feeling she had.

One half of her wanting to keep me to herself, the other wanted me to be happy with someone else.

“Ok, you two get on out of here so I can get ready for the day. I love you both.”

We both gave Nādirah Taufīq a hug and kiss on the cheek, then left her alone.

She hopped in the shower and couldn’t help but masturbated herself to an intense orgasm.

She thought she would like this little arrangement of theirs.

Yes, it would work out well.

An hour later, after she put on a nice summer dress, she came out to find that Åābidah Sultān had gone to a friend’s house, and I was in the living room.

She busied herself with some household chores, and took care of some bills.

I didn’t mention or hint at our little arrangement all morning.

This surprised Nādirah Taufīq, as she thought I would be all over her once Åābidah Sultān was gone.

It was about two in the afternoon when Nādirah Taufīq started getting fantasy.

She started getting an itch.

She had been mulling over the memories of the morning when she found herself adjusting herself in her desk chair.

Then she realized what it was.

She was getting horny again.

And she wanted me.

Well, only one thing to do.

If real flesh was what turned me on, that’s what she would give me.

She walked into the living room with a feather duster.

I was in there reading a book.

I was slouched on the couch, using the sunlight coming in the window to read by.

I looked up and said,

“Hey Nādirah Taufīq.”

She noticed my eyes travel up and down her body, spending a little extra Time on her tanned shapely legs.

“Hi babe. I just need to do a bit of dusting in hear, you go on about your business.” With that, she began dusting all the surfaces in the living room.

She brought in a kitchen chair to stand on, so she could dust the top of a bookshelf.

She also watched me in the reflection of the TV.

She definitely had my attention.

As she stretched to reach the top of the bookshelf, she knew that her short sundress would ride up, giving me a great view of her legs.

She heard me stand up, and walk over to her.

She looked down at me, keeping her arm up.

“Nādirah Taufīq, you have beautiful legs.” I said, as I stepped forward and brazenly rubbed my hands up her calves to her knees.

“Thank you dear. I try to stay in shape.” Continuing to dust, even though she knew it wasn’t needed.

“You’re making me horny again. And this morning you said I could have you any Time I wanted.” I stated. “I think I want you now.”

I leaned in, and kissed the back of her bare Musalmān thigh.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt juices instantly started flowing.

Nādirah Taufīq turned around in the chair.

While she was turning, I flipped up her dress, so my head was inside of the hem.

I instantly buried my face between her beautiful Musalmān thighs, nose pressed into her panties.
“Oh Durgesh, Nādirah Taufīq wants you too.” She moaned.

I was kissing, then I reached up, and pulled her panties to the side.

When my tongue took the first taste of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, Nādirah Taufīq came.

I realized that this could end poorly, as she was precariously perched on the chair.

So I grabbed her around the thighs, and carried her into the kitchen table, which was the closest furniture available.

I loosened my grip, so she slid down my body.

The feel of her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān body rubbing along mine was intoxicating.

When her feet were on the floor, I leaned forward and kissed her.

Not the same peck on the cheek I had given her this morning in front of her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, but passionately.

Our tongues intertwined, and our desire soared.

Gently but firmly, I put my hands on her waist and turned her around.

Then with one hand on her back, I bent her forward onto the table.

Nādirah Taufīq complied, knowing what was coming.

I reached up under Nādirah Taufīq’s dress, pulled her panties down to her ankles, and then I flipped her dress up onto her back.

I took a Moment to enjoy the sight of her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

It was perfect.

Nādirah Taufīq worked out, and it showed.

I gave it a slap.

She wiggled back at me.

“Oh Durgesh, I need your big Uncut Hindu Cock inside me. Please give it to me. Give Nādirah Taufīq your Uncut Hindu Dick.”

“Anything for you Nādirah Taufīq.” And with that, I lined the head of my Uncut Hindu Dick to the entrance of her wet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, rubbed it up and down a little, spreading her juice and my pre-cum.

Then I slowly slipped it into Nādirah Taufīq.

We both let out moans of ecstasy.

It was amazing.

She felt so warm and soft.

I grabbed the sides of her waist, and pushed myself deeper into her.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, this is so hot. I’ve never been so turned on recently.”

“Oh Durgesh. I’ve needed this for so long.” She moaned as I slid in and out of her. “You fuck so good.” She said as I rode her.

She loved the feeling of my Hindu male hips hitting her beautiful Musalmān ass as my Uncut Hindu Cock slammed in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt. “But don’t cum entirely in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I want you to cum in my mouth too.” She still had her cum craving, and needed it in her mouth to be satiated.

I was humping away at Nādirah Taufīq, when the door to the garage opened, and Åābidah Sultān walked in.

“What the fuck?” She was in shock at the scene that laid before her.

I had my pants around my ankles, Nādirah Taufīq was bent over the kitchen table, and I was fucking her from behind.

“What the fuck?” she repeated.

Now Åābidah Sultān was getting a little jealous of her own Ammī, Nādirah Taufīq.

I didn’t stop. Seeing Nādirah Taufīq’s daughter excited me even more.

Nādirah Taufīq, on the other hand, started to panic.

I wasn’t stopping.

“Honey, I can explain.”

Still I didn’t stop.

“Explain? Explain?” Åābidah Sultān could clearly see that Nādirah Taufīq was off balance, while I just looked at her and smiled.

I was enjoying this.

Well, she could have a little fun too.

“Ok, explain why Durgesh is fucking you on the kitchen table?” Åābidah Sultān said.

And to make matters worse, she walked up, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Now she was closer to eye to eye with her mother.

Still, I held on to Nādirah Taufīq’s waist and slowly pounded in and out of her sweet Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt.

Nādirah Taufīq, despite the wonderful feeling of being fucked, explained to her daughter, Åābidah Sultān, “Remember when I said that I made arrangements so Durgesh would leave you alone?”

She nodded back to me,

“Well, these are the arrangements.”

Then she moaned as I pushed in hard.

Åābidah Sultān couldn’t help herself.

She reached up and squeezed her own tit through her shirt.

She was so turned on.

“Oh Nādirah Taufīq, your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt feels so good. Åābidah Sultān, Nādirah Taufīq feels so good. I bet you’d feel good too. Come here and let me feel your tits.” I said to Åābidah Sultān.

Nādirah Taufīq looked back and said,

“You said you would leave her alone.”

“I was going to, but look at her, Nādirah Taufīq, she’s horny watching this.”

And Åābidah Sultān was, she had to admit.

This was so sexy.

She stood up, and stepped closer to me.

She looked into my eyes as I reached up, and felt her breasts through her t-shirt.

“OH FUCK, I’m gonna cum.” I said.

“Don’t cum into my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt only, please!” Said Nādirah Taufīq.

And with that, Åābidah Sultān knelt down beside Nādirah Taufīq’s ass, and opened her beautiful Musalmān mouth herself.

After blasting my Hindu semen more than three fourth into Nādirah Taufīq’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Cunt, I pulled out of Nādirah Taufīq, and held the top of her daughter’s head.

Åābidah Sultān reached up, and guided my Uncut Hindu Cock into her beautiful young Musalmān mouth.

Then she stroked my Uncut Hindu Cock until I started spewing my Hindu load into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Oh yeah! Fuck yeah, that feels so good!” I bellowed.

Åābidah Sultān continued rubbing my Uncut Hindu Dick, until she got all of my Hindu cum.

Nādirah Taufīq quickly got off the table, and knelt down next to her daughter.

“Please Åābidah Sultān.” There was pleading in her voice. “Please, can I have some of that? I’ve waited so long.”

Åābidah Sultān slowly leaned over, and kissed Nādirah Taufīq.

My Uncut Hindu Cock jumped as I watched Nādirah Taufīq suck my cum out of her daughter’s mouth.

“Oh fuck!” I said, as I found a chair, and slumped into it. “Best Friday ever.”

From then on, there was a lot of fucking and sucking going on.

I got to cum three or four Times a day.

Nādirah Taufīq got all the of cum she needed.

And Åābidah Sultān was taught by Nādirah Taufīq the joys of being a cum lady.

Chapter 2
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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 35

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Chapter 35

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Sabīħah Pervez

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund greedily and started playing with it entirely unashamed of herself.

She undressed me completely.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan promptly undressed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān completely too.

I undressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan myself.

Now, all we three were entirely naked there.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān removed her hand from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hair and cupping her large breasts started rubbing her nipples against Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

They both moaned in their tongue filled kiss and licked my lips at the sight of their tits pressing against each other.

The difference between them made it even hotter to watch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s large full breasts with their dark nipples were sliding across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s big perky tits with her adorable pink nipples.

Both women’s hips were rocking and lifting her foot from the floor, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan draped her long leg over Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips and slid closer to her.

I put my hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s thigh and began caressing it while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pulled her head back just far enough for me to see her tongue flicking across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān eased back further and pushing her tits up, whispered,

“Please suck them again, thirty four years old young mother in law!”

“Oh sure, Bahū Bégum.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled and immediately lowered her head to suck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s swollen nipple into her mouth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wrapped her arm around Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s shoulders, and letting her head fall back moaned loudly.

I reached out and began caressing both of their backs.

I marveled at how soft and smooth Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān skin was.

I slid my hand up under her thick dark hair.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned her head and her emerald eyes looking into mine, asked softly,

“Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, would you please like to give your Bahū Bégum a kiss?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked, “A real kiss?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Then come, please give me one.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān closed her eyes and tilting her head to the side, parted her lips, awaiting me.

Rising up on my knees and with a feeling of the surreal, I pressed my lips to my Bahū Bégums.

She sighed softly and began moving her lips gently across mine.

I returned the kiss as gently as I could, trying to hold back from driving my tongue into her mouth.

Unlike how she had kissed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going slower and easier with me, at times her lips barely touching mine.

I put my arm around her bare shoulders and pulled her closer to me.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned in her throat.

Opening my eyes and looking down I could see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips fastened to my Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s eyes were open.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at us with a look of naked lust in her blue eyes.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tongue pressed against my lips and I parted them to allow her warm wet tongue access to mine.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sighed in pleasure as her tongue probed my mouth and I started moving my hips against the couch, pressing my yearning ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it as I made out with my Bahū Bégum.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my wrist and lifting it, placed my hand over my Bahū Bégum’s breast.

I moaned into our kiss as I began to fondle her soft Musalmān breast.

I could feel her hard nipple poking into the palm of my hand as I slid it back and forth.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whimpered and the sound sent a surge through my cock.

Taking her nipple between my fingers I began to roll it between them.

“Oh, yes!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, removing her lips from mine, “Look at the two of you!”

“I think Durgesh should squeeze your other nipple, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, don’t you?”

“Yes, Ammī!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said and grabbing my hand shoved it down to her tits.

Not that I minded in the least.

I opened my palm and taking her nipple into it began squeezing it with such enthusiasm my fingers were smacking.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled at me from around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple and then made a show of barely touching it with her tongue.

She blinked at me and taking her hint, I did the same.

I felt her shiver against me and her hands were now on the backs of both our heads.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan leaned over and began tonguing the nipple.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s lips pressed against mine and we shared a quick kiss before she went back to teasing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other nipple.

This time it was my Bahū Bégum I was now staring at.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was throbbing down my thigh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s eyes were on me.
Imitating Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān gave me a mischievous smile that caused my heart to skip a beat and leaned over to share her nipple with me.

“Hmm, now this is family bonding.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered, before her lips pressed into mine.

I accepted her kiss then gasped when her hand dropped off the couch and found my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are fucking hard!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared. “I think your little live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, and your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān are going to have to do something to take care of that!”

“That’s right, Sālīs, you both are idles already.” I said curtly.
Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān winked at me mischievously.

“Sorry, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I miss a lot of things.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Especially sucking your greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was looking at my Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh you can share Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund with me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, groaned, “We are going to pass it back and forth like a lollypop?”

“I’m indebted! Thank you very much, Ammījān!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled gratefully.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started to speak, but her words turned into a long moan as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was once again sucking her clit.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and I stared at her exposed Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had a big patch of dark hair at the top, but the rest was smooth.

Like her nipples, the skin of her pussy was darker than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s and I could see her swollen clit peering out from beneath her puffy lips.

I glanced over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, to see her staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her mouth open, her big tits heaving as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still recovering form cumming so hard.

Her blue eyes were locked on Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s beautiful young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and her tongue journeyed across her lips as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whispered,

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you’re fucking hot.”

“Yeah, not bad for a bitchy young Musalmān lady?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her.

Sitting on the couch she lifted her right leg and draping it over the arm of the couch pointed at me,

“Be a good Hindu, come over here and kiss and fuck a new young Musalmān Choot.”

“Sure, daring.” I said.

“Stand, I want to see you naked when you fuck me.”

Standing I looked over at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, “So much for you taking over.” I told her.

“Who cares who’s calling the shots?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said sliding over and with no hesitation grabbing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s nipple and rolling it between her fingers, “You complaining?”

“No.”

“Calling shots?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked, and then moaned when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan started tonguing her nipple. “Not sure what you mean, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, but what I know is your live in relationship is a lot more fun than you are so far, do you worry about everything?”

“Should have told her she couldn’t talk.” I muttered to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan who was laughing.

“But then you wouldn’t be able to hear me tell you how much I’ve wanted to fuck you.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told me.

“What?”

“You heard me, Durgesh. I’ve wanted to fuck the both of you, especially you! I’ve spied on you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Watched you fucking countless sexy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, watched you fuck your live in relationship partner, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.” She licked her lips, “I started having beautiful dreams about you, but then they became waking fantasies and I’ve gotten off to the thought of letting you fuck me for weeks now.”

“Wow.”

“Wow?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān rolled her eyes. “There’s better dialogue than that in porn. Just let Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel your big hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

My aching Uncut Hindu Lund sprang and a trail of sticky pre cum flew from the tip.

“Look at that ever young hard Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān hummed.

“The Uncut Hindu Lund, reserved for me, you naughty girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, giggled.*

Street lights illuminated the front of the Spanish type white stucco house.

The red tile of the roof showed up almost black in the indistinct light.

A beautiful lady robot in a green coat answered Sabīħah Pervez’s ring.

Once more Sabīħah Pervez appreciated that Ved Nagar didn’t have any human servant for minimal services.

It claimed it was derogatory to human beings.

The humankind is created by Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā for far better purposes.

In the entire HVSI Creations no human being was allowed to serve another human being until it wasn’t a respected job.

The Creations that opposed the very philosophy of HVSI Creations deliberately avoided the use of robots whether lady robots, gent robots or other normal robots that were not humanoid.

Some of the Pseudo Musalmīn Creations outright rejected even the entire robot culture at all.

Sabīħah Pervez was proud of being a citizen of Ved Nagar City State.

“I telephoned Durgesh.” Sabīħah Pervez smiled, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan gave me the appointment for this time.”

“I know,” the lady robot too smiled respectfully, “Her Excellency doesn’t need to bother as the Param Purush’s appointment secretary. I’m designed optimum competent to do it, yet…”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan doesn’t want to let Durgesh meet anyone without her own knowledge.”

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!” the lady robot laughed.

Sabīħah Pervez kept smiling.

She didn’t say anything.

Public Prosecutor, Nādir Muħammad, might not have liked it.

He claimed he had an open and shut case against HVS Law Internationals representing its client.

“This way, please.” The lady robot guided Sabīħah Pervez, “Your coat, please.”

Sabīħah Pervez slipped out of her coat, handed it to the lady robot.

She followed the lady robot along a corridor floored with lovely expensive green tiles, across the huge living room, mellow with indirect lighting to a study that opened on a patio.

I was seated at the big mahogany working table concentrating intently over a script running on my Computer Screen.

The pages were embellished with several colored alterations.

I looked up as Sabīħah Pervez came in, smiled at her, pulled her on my lap and said,

“Do the hell whatsoever you damn please. But don’t interrupt me for some time.”

Sabīħah Pervez laughed, winked at me and started to undress us both.

Sabīħah Pervez grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and started to play with it more seductively than she usually did.

There was an amused antagonism in her eyes.

That’s what Sabīħah Pervez was.

She loved me.

She had sex with me frequently every now and then.

Yet, she was more faithful to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Most of my beautiful Musalmān lady friends, my beautiful Musalmān live in relationship partners, and even my beautiful Musalmān wives in my other infinite subtle bodies, were also similar in faithfulness.

Except perhaps my wife, Saiyadah Fātimah PhD.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD didn’t marry me for incredibly infinite sex I could provide to the beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Saiyadah Fātimah PhD married me for my incredibly unique humanity.

She was proud of it.

Sabīħah Pervez kissed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, liked it and then swallowed it entirely in her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth.

She sucked it passionately.

I was habitual of working unaffected while my horny beautiful Musalmān lady friends enjoyed sex with me.

I kept working nonstop as if there wasn’t any disturbance at all.

I bent over the manuscript in concentration so deep that I was entirely oblivious, entirely unaware, of Sabīħah Pervez for the moment.

Sabīħah Pervez ultimately straddled me, grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, positioned it between her now ravenous Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān labial lips and pushed.

She was so wet till now that my entire ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund immediately vanished into Sabīħah Pervez’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān Choot.

Sabīħah Pervez sighed her relaxation and smiled triumphantly.

Sabīħah Pervez enjoyed its penetration for a while remaining motionless and then started raising up and down herself ravenously.

I smiled my welcome and thanks at her, remaining still in deep concentration in my manuscript.

Sabīħah Pervez increased her pace and fucked me gracefully skillfully.

No, Sabīħah Pervez wasn’t of my age.

She was a young lawyer instead anywhere between twenty eight and thirty.

I smiled.

“In just a moment I’ll have this one scene licked, then we’ll talk.”

The very lack of expression in my voice told Sabīħah Pervez that my concentration was absolutely genuine.

Sabīħah Pervez understood.

For her, I was evidently a showman.

I never made to conceal the fact that I was sixty six now actually.

I couldn’t prove now that I wasn’t thirty six as my entire papers proved now.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, had masterminded it so faultlessly that none could prove now I wasn’t thirty six.

Legally I was thirty six now everywhere.

Physically my ever young body also confirmed it.

A pair of large, tortoise shell spectacles rested on my nose.

I kept my head slightly bowed.

My eyes stared in concentration at the script.

Suddenly, I snatched up a soft leaded pencil from the desk, ad swooped down upon the manuscript in a frenzied attack, scratching out words, scribbling inserts and marginal notations.

I was entirely confident of what I was doing.

There wasn’t even the slightest hesitancy.

I struggled to make my hand keep up with my thoughts.

Then I dropped the pencil, pushed back the script and turned on my smiling thankful eyes to Sabīħah Pervez.

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“You never need to be. I’m enjoying the waiting more than my work with you. Never mind, sweetheart.”

“I didn’t think you’d get here quite this soon.”

Sabīħah Pervez smiled gracefully.
Chapter 36

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 34

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Chapter 34

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

I sat back on my knees not even the slightest paralyzed by the sight of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān standing there.

In front of me, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, sat up and grabbing the sheet pulled it up to her chest.

“Allah, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” she exclaimed, “Don’t you ever knock? Don’t you have any manners at all? Durgesh is your father in law and as such, I’m your mother in law, young or otherwise. Our age doesn’t count.”

“I knocked, but someone was making too much noise to hear me apparently.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered stepping into the room.

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, you didn’t lock the door!” I looked sternly at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “What the hell is…”

“At least she has enough sense to cover herself.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me, “Put that thing away. Will you? I’m your Bahū Bégum, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!!”

I looked down and saw my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was still tremendously hard.

Not just hard, but glistening and dripping from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī thirty four years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.
“Smart, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I’ll give you 10 points…”

“My dear honorable youngest mother in law! You think this is funny?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān demanded approaching the bed, “Well I don’t!”

“You don’t find anything funny anymore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “You’ve been pretty bitchy lately.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan!” I interrupted.

“Oh, please.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān waved her hand at us, “Like you have any respect for me. If you did you wouldn’t have been doing what you were doing.”

“What we were doing?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “You mean fucking? Has it been that long you don’t remember what to call it? We are live in relationship partners. What’s immoral what’s illegal in it, my moralist, Bahū Bégum?”

“Young lady, it’s going to be a long time for you if you don’t watch your mouth.”

She’d stopped in front of the bed and crossing her arms added,

“Well I’ll rephrase that, even if you are my young mother in law you don’t have any right to play me when you are having sex with my father in law. Have you?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I said curtly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled,

“You know, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you are being rude, disrespecting your elders. Just because you’re not getting laid doesn’t mean other women shouldn’t too.”

What are you doing here?”*

“Learning from my elders how to make love successfully.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said.

“Watching us nonstop?”

“That’s right. I told you why.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled.

I looked at her sternly.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled ironically.

She stared hard at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still grinning.

What she found so funny, I had no idea.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was wearing a short white robe over the bikini and it was tied loose enough that I could see the inner half of her young Musalmān breasts.

The bottom had flared open to expose her stomach and I could just make out a glimpse of a flash of white material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs.

Her dark hair was dry at this point and looked damn good where it was lying across the white robe.

But as good as her body looked, at this point it was her face I was drawn to.

As corny as it sounded my Bahū Bégum looked hot when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was mad.

Her cheeks would flush and her green eyes would get wide and bright.

She tended to breathe hard.

Her breasts were heaving and I watched them rise and fall wondering what they would feel like.

They were as firm as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s, yet they were heavy and nice and soft and…

“You must be more polite, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from where she was still sitting with the sheet now wrapped around her. “We’re in our room and we were being…”

“Quiet?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed humorlessly, “Please I could hear you yelping like a dog halfway down the hallway! And this time you were in his room! You don’t think I smelled your perfume on my sheets?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” I said curtly. “Exactly what do yourself here for? I myself wanted to…”

“Fuck your girlfriend in your Bahū Bégum’s bed. How is that respectful?”

“We figured the bed could use some action.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes flashed,

“I can get plenty of action, thank you. But unlike you it’s not all I think about.”

“Maybe you should think about it sometimes.” She laughed, “Really Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you’re a pretty woman, you should be…”

“What I do is none of your business, but speaking of doing, you want to tell me what you two were up to in here?”

“Um, I think you saw what we were doing.” I said curtly.

“True.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hands on her hips.

That caused the robe to open completely and I had to force my eyes to stay on her face and not stare at her scantily clad young female Musalmān body.

“Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Bahū Bégum, you look good in that bikini!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whistled, “Most of my friends wouldn’t wear that.”

“But you would, wouldn’t you?”

“Yup!” she laughed, “You’ve seen my little green one.”

“I have.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān paused for a Moment and stared at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan returned her gaze again with a smile on her face.

For a second I thought I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s lips twitch as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān too were going to smile back, but instead she pointed at me.

“Father in law! You didn’t answer me so let me rephrase the question. Who were you fucking?”

“Um…” hearing my Bahū Bégum say fucking while standing there with her incredible body on full display was more than a little distracting. “I…”

“Um, I!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān mocked, “What?”

I smiled,

“I am with Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan. Can’t you see yourself?”
“Really? Did she change her name recently because all I heard was, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and oh Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I love fucking you!”

“That’s why you are here? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan insisted on role playing. I tried my best not to. Yet Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan challenged me you yourself want it. I met her challenge.” I said curtly, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said she had deliberately left the door unlocked. She betted you’d come in.”
“Is it that?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān turned at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, “You like me sucking and fucking Durgesh? Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān likes his big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I was shocked hearing those words in her actual voice.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched.
“It was just a game, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said curtly, “I wanted Durgesh to test you. And you failed miserably.”

“Just pretend would be he’s the pizza guy or you’re a hooker. Just pretend shouldn’t be talking about banging his Bahū Bégum!”

Turning she stared me straight in the eye,

“Durgesh, do you want to fuck me?”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told you.” I told Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, “it was a game to test you. You lost it.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed ironically.

“We only fantasized to bring you out in your true character, you damnfool.”

“Fantasies are things we want to happen.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said quietly, “Durgesh, I think we need to talk then you need to talk to someone because what I heard was disgusting and it makes me feel bad, like I did something wrong.”

“Well look at how you walk around.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan indicated at her bikini, “Damn, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look like you’re ready to star in one of those porn movies.”

“Are you saying I caused this? That I…I’m cock teasing my father in law?”

“Maybe.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grinned sarcastically, “You don’t seem to want to get any so maybe that’s how you get your kicks.”

“Enough!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān snapped, but gathering the robe around her tied it tightly. “I’m going downstairs. I strongly request the two of you get dressed and come down because we need to have a little talk about your sick little games!”

She turned and striding quickly out of the bedroom slammed the door.*

I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“That’s why I was against it.”

“It’ll be okay.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, ran her fingers through my hair. “I’ll talk to you with her we’ll tell her it was a game and it was my idea and…”

“Whatever, “I waved my hand disgustedly. ”Even if she ignores it now, I’ll never live it down. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will never forget this!”

“Maybe Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan snapped her fingers, tossing the sheet aside hopped off the bed and went over to my desk.

“What do you mean?”

Picking up the coin I had attached to the silver chain for our psychology project Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan waved it back and forth in front of me.

“We’ll use this and make her forget it!”

“Are you nuts?” I stood up, going to my bureau pulled out a pair of boxers and another pair of shorts. “That nonsense doesn’t work.”

“You never know.” She looked down and smiled, “Nice ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Yeah?” I paused then asked, “Want to finish? Odds are not good.”

“Nah,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand, “Wait until we can play, I don’t want to rush.”

“But…”

“It’ll be fine.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stood up and grabbing her shorts slid them on.

“What about your thong?”

“I don’t feel like wearing it,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan winked as she pulled her tank top on “Or a bra, I’m going to sit and talk to our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, with no panties and my nipples sticking out.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m your exclusive Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān slut, remember?” she laughed, “And I think she looks.”

“Come on, our Bahū Bégum isn’t into women, hell she’s not even into men right now.”

“Maybe because she’s shopping in a different store. Anyway.” She held up the stupid pendent again. “We’re going to be just fine this little baby is going to make it all better.”

“Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, we’ve tried that on each other and a couple of the kids from class, it doesn’t work.”

“It might on our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She nodded, “I bet she’s really suggestible.”

“Whatever, just leave it here. I’ll go down and face the music.” I grabbed my t-shirt and putting it on said, “You ready to go downstairs?”

“Oh, I’m ready.” She flashed me a huge smile.

I looked at her nipples poking through her flimsy shirt and tried again, “You sure we can’t catch a real quick one over the bed?” when she rolled her eyes I whined, “I didn’t get to cum and…”

“You just be a good boy and listen to me, and you will cum plenty!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said and without another word strolled past me swinging her hot big Musalmān ass and left the bedroom.

I followed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and wondered why she seemed to think this was no big deal.

She was practically skipping down the stairs ahead of me.

I took my time, trying to figure out how to talk Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān into thinking there was nothing behind what she heard other than a, “hey why not?” Kind of fantasy of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan reached the bottom of the stairs and stood there impatiently with her hands on her hips as I made my way to her.

I saw she was holding the pendent and rolled my eyes.

What the hell was she thinking?

The premise of our report was that hypnosis rarely worked and so far we’d been supporting that theory having not been able to do it with any of our friends or each other.

“Put that thing away.” I told her. “It’ll just make things worse.”

“Oh, ye of little faith!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed, “Remember they say people who want to be hypnotized, can be.”

“And our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, wants to be?”

“I think our Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is wound way to tight and wants to cut loose, so you never know she might be open to it.”

When she saw me frowning she shrugged,

“Look, Durgesh, could it hurt to try?”

“I guess not, but how are you going to get her to go along?”

“You’ll see.”

She turned and walked into the living room.

My shoulders slumped in resignation at the embarrassment to come, I drifted in behind her.

“About time.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said from the couch, “Another minute I would have gone up there figuring you were fucking your Bahū Bégum again.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I said curtly, “listen…”

“Oh, no, Durgesh, you’re the one who’s going to be listening and not just to me, but whatever shrink I can find that deals with men who have wet dreams about their Bahū Bégums.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, it was my idea.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said authoritatively.

“No, even if it was your idea he had to want to go along with it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replied and pointing at the big overstuffed chair across from her said, “Sit right there Durgesh, please!”

“Alright.” I said furiously and sat down as she requested.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, stood off to the side looking around.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked,

“What are you looking at, my young mother in law?”

As she addressed Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, my eyes wandered to her long legs.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had tied the robe tightly, but it was short and I could see right up to her young beautiful smooth Musalmān thighs.

Her feet were still bare.

“Just looking around,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said authoritatively. “It’s bright in here.”

It was just after noon and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had all the drapes open.

“Good thing if it were dark you two might start groping each other.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān quipped. “You going to sit?”

she pointed at the corner of the couch.

“In a minute.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan told her, “But first I want you to know this whole mess was my idea and your own fault, Bahū Bégum.”

“You said that already and I said if I went along with it then it makes him worse. I am his Bahū Bégum and…”

“That’s the thing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you couldn’t help yourself.”

“Oh, please!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, “Why is that dear, because he can’t resist your mouth?”

“No need to get nasty Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said calmly. “Thing is Durgesh was under my spell.”

“What?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān shook her head, “Mother in law, you’re a pretty girl, but give me a break.”

“I don’t mean like that, I mean this!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān frowned at the silver dollar Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was holding up by the chai.

I sat back in my chair trying not to roll my eyes.

“Isn’t that the coin from your project?”

“Yup.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan nodded, “We’ve been working on hypnosis. Today Durgesh finally relaxed, took it seriously and I put him under.”

“Durgesh isn’t feeble minded.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān laughed, waved at the coin, “Try again.”

“You don’t have to be weak minded, you just need to be receptive and let yourself go.”

When Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s answer was that trademark eye roll I was trying to avoid doing, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, persisted. “People who allow themselves to be hypnotized always feel better afterwards because the trance helps them realize what they want, it lowers inhibitions.”

“Really?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān pointed at me “So he really does want me?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had just turned it around on her.

But Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quickly recovered and with a grin continued,

“No, but when I was under, I used him being in a trance to get him to play the Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān game to test you.” She pointed at me. “I’d asked him before, but he always said no.”

“Mother in law that is the dumbest thing I ever heard.”

“Tell you what, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, lifted the chain higher,

“Let me try it on you and you’ll see I’m not kidding and then you can just tell me I can’t come over for a while or something, but not disrespect Durgesh because he couldn’t help it, okay?”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked first at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan then at me.

To my surprise she sat back in the chair and put her hands out in a why not gesture,

“Fine, but when this doesn’t work I’m calling your Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and telling him about your sick little games.” She smirked, “Still want to give it a shot?”

“Absolutely.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said with a confident smile. “Can I close the blinds?”

“Why not?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grinned, “I’m sure it will make all the difference.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, walked around the room drawing the blinds.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān focused on me.

“Sure you just don’t want to admit it, father in law? You’ll save your young thirty four years old ever successful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend some trouble.”

“I have no worries at all.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to her and sitting next to her on the couch turned to face her.

“Now, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to just stare at the coin while I swing it.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan let the pendent dangle in front or Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and using just her fingers started it moving it slowly back and forth.”

“Is this where I get sleepy?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smirked.

“No, it’s where you just relax, focus on the coin and think about something you want. Something you want badly.” She paused for a Moment and I noticed Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was staring at the coin.

I watched her green eyes move back and forth and the smirk had left her face.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, do you have what you want in your mind?”

“I…” she frowned, “Not sure it’s…”

“If you see it then you want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a soft voice, “You’re beginning to succumb to your subconscious desires so the image in your mind is truly what you desire.”

“Oh.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s eyes widened. “That’s…sexy.”

At those words I found my interest peaked and leaning forward in the chair began to ask, “What do you…”

“Shh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, waved her hand at me. “Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I want you to keep that image in your mind and relax even more. I want you to think about getting what you want. I want you to no longer be afraid to go after what you desire.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s breathing was getting heavier and even through the robe I could see her breasts rising and falling with it.

“Wrong.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a barely audible whisper, “So wrong.” She hesitated, “But I want it so bad!”

The tone she said that in caused my own breathing to become heavier. “You want it, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked,

“I…I need it!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“Damn.” I said quietly.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, leaned closer and looked into her eyes. “I’m going to ask some questions and you’re going to answer me okay?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said in a faraway voice.

“Ask her what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was…” I stopped when she shot me a sexy look.

“How old are you?”

“Twenty eight.”

“Where are you?”

“In the living room on the couch.”

“Think she’s screwing with us?” I asked.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, thought for a Moment then gave me an evil grin.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, how old was you the first time you sucked cock?”

“Eighteen,”

“Did you swallow it?”

“All of it.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, “Like a good girl.”

“Oh, man.” I said my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund growing between my legs.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, have you ever had anal sex?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like it?”

“Yes.”

“Ohh.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, hummed, “Are you a sexy girl, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Not anymore.”

“Why not?”

“I…I got married and I’m a Bahū Bégum and I…I shouldn’t be sexy anymore.”

“But you want to be, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said with no hesitation.

“So, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked at me and winked. “You ever been with a girl before?”

“Yes, several.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“Nonsense!” I gasped.

“When?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked.

“Back in college.”

“Do you miss them?”

“Yes…I…I think about women sometimes.”

“Do you play with yourself thinking of them?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān were getting as hot and bothered as I was.

Her face was getting red and she had that sexy little smile that always got me going.

A glance down at her chest showed there was no doubt Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was worked up.

Her nipples were poking through the thin tank top and I could just imagine how wet Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was.

“Yes, I think about licking pussy while I play with mine.”

“Oh, this is too fucking hot.” I said, “Hey tell her to forget she heard us.”

“Not yet.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said. “I think things are going to get a lot hotter if we leave that alone for now.”

“Hey Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look warm, why don’t you take your robe off.”

“Okay.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sat up and after untying the robe slipped it off her shoulders and tossed it aside.

“Like that view better, Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked me.

“I do.” I replied staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sitting across from me in the skimpy bikini.

“Your father in law thinks you are sexy, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.”

“Hey.” I exclaimed.

“It’s okay. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t remember.”

“I know he does.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said softly. “I know he keep an eye on me and looks at me.”

“Oooh!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cooed, “Do you like it?”

“Yes, very much. I love it.”

“No fucking way!” I breathed as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund began to throb against my leg.

“Do you like to tease him? Do you like wearing sexy things like this bikini to get him going?”

“I do. I like that he looks. I like that he thinks I’m attractive.”

“Do you think he fucks me thinking it’s you?”

“I hope he does.”

“You are a sexy girl!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed. “Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you ever see Durgesh naked?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“I…I watched you two having sex.”

“You what?” We both asked at the same time.

“When you were fucking in the kitchen I had come home and watched through the window.”

“You like what you saw?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, asked, “You like looking at Durgesh’s big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“I did. I thought about it all night.”

“What else did you like?”

“I liked watching you suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan.

“Do you think I did a good job?”

“You look like you love it.”

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan giggled, “Do you?”

“Yes, I love sucking cock.”

“So did you…”

“I liked watching you too.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said without being prompted to speak.

“Me?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan touched her chest, “You think I’m pretty?”

“I think you’re a sexy little thing.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered, “And I know you’re nasty.”

“I am.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her. “I do every sexy little thing Durgesh wants. So have you…have you thought about me?”

“All the time.”

“Really?” I asked.

“I…I think about Durgesh playing with me.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān whispered.

“You want Durgesh?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was no longer smiling, but was now staring at Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān with her blue eyes wide and bright. “You think about us being together?”

“I…I would love to know what Durgesh tastes like.”

“Man, I wonder if I’m the one in the trance.” I said.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, looked over at me and smiled, “You want to have some real fun?”

“What do you mean?” I asked although I had a pretty good idea of what she was thinking.

“She’ll never remember anything, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā.”

“Are you saying what I think you are?” I frowned, “Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, what if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wakes up?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān won’t.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, grinned, “Remember the little story I was telling upstairs, saying I was our Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān and I had been watching? She really was!”

“Oh, Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!” I began rubbing my aching dick through my shorts. “How far do you think we can go?”

“We’ll see what we can get her to do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said, “At some point her desire should take over I can’t keep telling her every single thing that won’t be as much fun she has to think on her own.” She giggled again, “But we can get her started.”

“With?”

“How would you like to see your Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s twenty eight years old young Musalmān tits?”

“Are you serious?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I think you should show me those big beautiful tits of yours.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told her.

“You really want to see them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked.

“I do.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked, “Durgesh does too.”

“Okay.”

I held my breath as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān leaned forward and reaching behind her untied her top.

She let the straps slide down her arms and grabbing the middle pulled it off.

“Oh.” I whispered at the sight of my Bahū Bégum’s beautiful young Musalmān tits.

They were not just big, but nice and round with dark rose colored nipples that looked at hard as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s did through her shirt.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s were a little lower than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s perky Musalmān tits, but were still sitting pretty high for their size.

“Damn, they’re nice.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan looked as excited as I was. “I think you should show them to us.”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cupped her tits and as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had requested lifted them towards her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, licked her lips and I felt the same way.

Even as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund throbbed in appreciation there was a part of me that thought I really was the one Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan had put under, how could I be sitting here in the living room staring at my Bahū Bégum’s tits?

“Play with them.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words had come out in a breathy whisper and I could see her tits heaving as she began breathing harder.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān started stroking her nipples with her thumbs and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund jumped when she released a low moan.

“You like them?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked me.

“I love them.” I answered,

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly,

“Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Do you want me to suck on them?”

“Please?” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān asked her green eyes wide. “I’ve dreamed of it!”

“Oh ye of little faith.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, quipped at me.

I sat there feeling as if I were in a dream as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan slid over next to our Bahū Bégum.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān lifted her amazing tits even higher and with no hesitation Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan lowered her head and started tonguing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“Oh that feels so good!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned.

“That is hot!” I said, my eyes locked on the sight of my pretty live in relationship partner’s pink Musalmān tongue caressing our Bahū Bégum’s nipple.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned louder when Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped licking and sucked her nipple into her mouth.

She had brought her hand up and was now fondling Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s other breast.

I saw Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s hips were grinding into the couch.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān put her hand on the back of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s head and shoved her tit deeper into her mouth.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moan around it before she removed it from her mouth and eagerly began to suck on the other one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her eyes closed and her lips parted, moaning softly as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan licked and fondled her tits.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was threatening to burst from my shorts and getting up; I walked over to the couch.

Crouching down on the floor I watched Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tongue trace a slow circle around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple and asked,

“Can…can I?”

“Oh, you hear that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? Durgesh would like to play with his Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s tit! Do you want him to?”

“I want to suck his ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund first.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān answered.

“But…”

“Mind your manners, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā .” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, now running her fingers through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s hair, “Ladies first.”

“Wow, even in a trance she’s busting your chops.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said, then made a show of rapidly flicking her tongue across Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s nipple.

“You’re a lucky boy.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān moaned, “Your live in relationship partner is good with her tongue. I hope you always enjoy it on your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Thank you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan laughed.

“I hope you’re even better with pussy.”

“Goddamn!” I whistled.

“Now, mother in law, please show me your tits.” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said, pulling away from Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s mouth.

“She’s not supposed to tell you what to do.” I said gravely, “You think she’s coming out of it?”

“No, I told you her desires would take over.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, replied leaning back and grabbing the bottom of her shirt, “Now relax! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! You’re about to watch your Bahū Bégum suck your young Musalmān wife’s tits!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan pulled her shirt over her head and squealed in surprise when before she had gotten it over her head, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān grabbed her tits and gave them a squeeze.

“Oh, look at these!” Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān declared rubbing her fingers across Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tiny pink nipples. “Such pretty Musalmān tits!”

“Glad you like them.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan moaned, “Why don’t you…”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s words were cut short, by my Bahū Bégum leaning forward and kissing her.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan quickly recovered from her surprise she eagerly returned the kiss.

I sat there feeling like I was watching a porn movie as I watched my Bahū Bégum all but devouring Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s lips in a deep passionate kiss.

I heard Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan whimper and her arms slipped around Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s waist.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān kept one hand on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s tit, but slid her other arm around her and ran her hand up through her long blonde hair.

I inched closer so that I was kneeling on the floor between them and was just in time to see my Bahū Bégum shove her tongue into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s mouth.

They both moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan began rubbing my cock through my shorts as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan wondered if I could start touching and join in.

She put Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hand on my hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān smiled and grabbed it greedily.

Chapter 35

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 33

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Chapter 33

The Utmost Ancient thorughly Updated New Order taking place

Durgesh Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan

Durgesh Åāyeshah Siddīqah

Modern Democratic Årabia

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, suddenly smiled to diminish the tension in the atmosphere.

“And I am going to be your hot and horny Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān who secretly plays with her Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot thinking of your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. The one she saw when Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you fuck your sexiest and very beautiful,” she laughed, “As well as sweet and intelligent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched us fucking?” I asked, my cock was hardening more and more.

Well, why the hell shouldn’t it?

Despite her father’s and my every effort to marry her again with any suitable man of her choice, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān expressly refused to do so.

Yet she was still watching me fucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Even a dumbass could understand what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān really wanted.

“Yes,” she nodded, her blue eyes glazing over with lust.

I loved that look and as bad as I wanted to touch her sat and waited for her to go off on one of her sexy talking tirades.

As always Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan went on to do so.

“That’s right, your horny Bahū Bégum was watching through the first floor window that day we were fucking on the couch. She squatted right there and fingered herself while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched your Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, the President of Modern Democratic Årabia, suck on your big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! She came right there when you shot your nice hot Hindu load into my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot! Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists lick my thirty four years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass and wished it was hers!”

“Oh, yeah.” I whispered. Lifting my hips, I pushed my shorts down, exposing my hard Uncut Hindu cock in appreciation of Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s hot reporting.

In Modern Democratic Årabia, now it was an integral part of the punishment to the Pseudo Musalmīn terrorists that they had to lick clean the beautiful Musalmān Cunts and Musalmān ass of their own entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies after I fucked them publicly. Even the other interested beautiful Musalmān houseladies could make them to do the same.

They had no right to protest.

“Isn’t it inhumanity in our own part, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated?” I had asked gravely yet politely.”

“Let it be, Durgesh.” Imām Muħammad Ħasan said sternly, “The beasts have massacred innocent persons in the name of Islam. They must be punished publicly as much, as dastardly, as to terrorize their other colleagues we couldn’t arrest yet.”

“They aren’t so many now.”

“How do you know?” Åāyeshah Siddīqah argued impolitely, “You are our husband, Durgesh. We entire infinite Musalmān womankind are immensely indebted to you. Nevertheless…”

I watched Åāyeshah Siddīqah gravely.

“Åāyeshah Siddīqah, you are the Home Minister in Modern Democratic Årabia now. You can’t act as irresponsibly now as you could once when you were not on any such important post.”*

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, went on,
“Then Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān watched you give it to me over the couch, watched you slam your thick ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my tight young Musalmān snatch. She came again listening to me squeal about how deep you were and how hard you were fucking me. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān went to bed that night and dreamed of being on her knees for you. First sucking a hot load from your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund then letting you pound away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“I see.” I said gravely.

“That’s just what Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān wants to do!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was breathing hard causing her perfect Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tits to rise and fall with her breaths. “She comes into our room and sees us fucking. She tells you to keep your Uncut Hindu Lund out and sit down.”

“Then?” I asked, watching Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan carefully.

“Then, she tells you she saw you keeping an eye on her, watching out the window and I was stroking it to her. So she takes her shirt off,” she cupped her tits and stroked her nipples with her thumbs.

“Oh,” I said.

“Yeah, you want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tits, don’t you?”

“Sure.”

“I have a perfect man, I think, haven’t I?” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stepped back between my legs.

I yearned to touch her, but knew once Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was in ‘game mode’ I would have to wait until she gave me the okay.”

“I think you should ask for what you want.”

“Okay, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I play with your beautiful Musalmān tits?” The words sounded so wrong, but yet sent a shiver through Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

“Hmm, I think you left out something, don’t you?”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, may I squeeze your beautiful Musalmān tits?”

“Well seeing you asked so nicely, I think I’ll let you.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan grabbed my hand and all but shoved her tit in my palm.
“That’s it, squeeze on your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s tit.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, moaned, “Show her how much you want them!”

I switched to her other nipple and as I started rubbing her now wet nipple with my fingers, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, reached down and grabbed my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I moaned and Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan sighed,

“Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are so hard for your Bahū Bégum!”

“Because my Bahū Bégum is fucking hot!” I told Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winking at her, “She is teasing me constantly non stop.”

“I’m fucking hot?” playing Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, laughed, “Then maybe I should take off the rest of my clothes for you!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan unhooked the bra and pulling it off, unsnapped her shorts.

Turning around she pushed them as well as her blue thing down her hips, then bending over in my face, shimmied out of them.

I stared at her tight young Musalmān ass and then smiled when she grabbed her cheeks and spread herself open in front of me.

“How’s Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy look?”

“Damn good!”

“Then ask me.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, can I fuck your pretty Musalmān pussy?” I smiled impishly.

“You want to fuck my Musalmān pussy?” she shook her beautiful Musalmān ass, “My Hindu scoundrel father in law wants to fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Hey don’t tease me anymore, Sālī. Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

“I like that!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan smiled cunningly.

Leaning forward she braced her hands on the desk and with no hesitation I spread her cheeks and plunged my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her hot little Musalmān slit.

“Yeah, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, cried out, “That’s it! Fuck your Bahū Bégum’s young ravenous Musalmān pussy!”

I swirled my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund inside her, then slipped it through her soft wet labial lips and finding her swollen clit rubbed it with my hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Oh, look at you! Fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s pussy! What a good father in law you are, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

I closed my eyes and envisioned it really being my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, bent over in front of me.

I rubbed her clit harder and bringing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund between her young beautiful Musalmān legs buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Fuck yeah!’ Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed, “Just like that, shove that greatest unique ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours, in and out, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! Make your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, cum around your entirely buried ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

I drove my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out as hard as I could while tracing her clit in hard fast circles with my it.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan must have been as turned on as I was because I could already feel her young Musalmān ass trembling against my lap as my Uncut Hindu Lund caressed her throbbing Musalmān button.

“Oh, Durgesh,” she groaned, “Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, right there! Look at you making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān feel so good! You keep fucking and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān will give you a treat, would you like that?”

“I’d love it!” I moaned into her hot wet Musalmān flesh.

“I bet you will because if you make me cum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is going to suck on your nice hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! Would you like that? Would you like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to give you a blow job? Want her to get on her knees and Oh fuck yeah!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan squealed and began thrusting her hips, driving her Musalmān pussy on around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her legs tightened up and as her pussy contracted around my thrusting Uncut Hindu Lund, she released a long loud wail that made me glad the air was on and my window was shut.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan writhed on my Uncut Hindu Lund rubbing her quivering Musalmān pussy on around my Uncut Hindu Lund.

My Uncut Hindu Lund was twitching between her beautiful young Musalmān legs as she continued to speak even as she came.

“Oh, you’re making Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān cum for you! Oh, I am going to be so good to my Hindu lover! Oh, I can taste my Hindu lover’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth already!”

Damn that sounded good!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan stopped speaking and after a couple of long drawn out moans, she sank down to her knees.

She rested her head on the desk.

Her back was heaving as she tried to catch her breath and I sat back, patiently awaiting her promise.

Goddamn this was so fucking hot and she hadn’t even gotten to sucking or fucking me yet!

“Wow, you made your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān come hard!”

Remaining on her knees, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan turned around so that ‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was kneeling between my legs.

Grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund she looked me in the eye.

“Tell Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what you want.”

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān,” I whispered and saw Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan shiver in excitement, “Sālī, Bahū Bégum, suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Least I could do.”

I thought Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was going to go slow and tease, but instead Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan opened wide and took my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund all the way down to my balls.

I cried out in pleasure then moaned when she started sucking me fast and hard.

I grabbed the back of her head and began guiding her beautiful young Musalmān mouth up and down my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and moaned, “Oh, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, oh that feels so good!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan released my cock with a wet sucking sound,

“You like how Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān sucks your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund? I hope so because I love sucking your Uncut Hindu cock and want you to cum in my Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

She began to drip down my shaft she took me deep once more and began sucking my cock like it was a race.

‘Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’ was making sloppy slurping sounds and when she reached between my legs and started rubbing my balls I whispered again, but this time with more feeling behind it.

“Oh fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!” I groaned, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God, you can suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! I..,” I gasped when she started taking me deep with every bob of her head, “Oh, God, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! Oh you want to make me cum fast for you don’t you?”

She popped my cock out of her mouth long enough to say,

“The faster my Hindu husband cums the faster he can fuck his Bahū Bégum Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, immediately went back to sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund like a porn star while teasing my balls with her nails.

My legs were shaking and grabbing her hair in my hands I started using it as handles yanking her head up and down my cock.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was moaning and her hips were grinding as she blew me and I tried to keep her going as she had me.

“Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, you look so good with your Hindu lover’s Uncut Hindu Lund in your pnm Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth, oh look at you being my sexy little Musalmān slut! You want to take every drop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān? You want me to cum in your slutty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth?”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan took me down to my balls and began shaking her head back and forth while squeezing my balls.

“Yes,” I moaned, “I’m going to cum for you, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, I…hey!”

“I’ll suck you off another time, but right now your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, needs that big fucking ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her tight Panjvaqtah Namāzī young thirty four years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

Getting up she turned and crawling up onto the bed, wagged her beautiful Musalmān ass at me.

I got in the bed behind her and grabbing her hips I drove my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund deep into Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s incredibly wet Musalmān pussy.

I started fucking her fast and hard.

“That’s it Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, fuck me! Give your bitchy Bahū Bégum what she deserves!” she cried out. “Oooh!”

“You like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, Durgesh?” she looked over her shoulder at me and I smiled.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s face was flushed and her eyes bright with lust as I fucked her as hard as I could.

“I hope you like fucking your Bahū Bégum because, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’m going to make you fuck me every night! Would you like that? Would you like fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān all the time?”

“Yes! Oh, fuck yeah! My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot is the best Musalmān Choot my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund needs now! You’ve teased me very much, already, beyond every limit whatsoever.”

“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā! I love it! Your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān, is going to fuck you everywhere! The shower, the pool! Honey, your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s going to take you out and blow you right in the car! I’m going to… Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God!”

I gasped and started fucking her harder and she called out, “Durgesh, stop! Please!”

I figured this was part of the game and called out, “You know you don’t want me to stop, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān! You know you want me too…”

“I said stop!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan cried out and pulled forward.

Looking down at her, I began to ask what was wrong when I froze at the sound of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s voice.

“You heard your Bahū Bégum, Durgesh, stop!”

I looked up and I smiled triumphantly.

Standing in the doorway was my Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān herself.

Chapter 34

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 32

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Chapter 32

The New Order taking place

Chapter 10 Social Stagnation Part 1: Pp 226-227 Edition 1990

I carefully moved the curtain and peered down into the backyard.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was still in the pool, but was no longer swimming.

Instead, and much more to my liking, she was lying on the floating raft catching some sun.

I wanted to move the curtain further to get a better look, but Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had put her sunglasses on.

I would assume her eyes were closed, but didn’t want to take a chance getting caught. After all it wasn’t like there was anything else out there I could say I was staring at.

Nonetheless my limited vantage point provided me enough of a view to admire my Bahū Bégum‘s age defying body.

At twenty eight, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was as hot as any teenager Musalmān girl, maybe even hotter because she was older and still looked that good.

With that age would come the experience and confidence of a hot young Musalmān lady, the kind I loved to have suck and fuck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

In my Bahū Bégum’s case something else that would go along with that age would be a lot of enthusiasm and pent up frustration.

I’d over heard her telling a friend over the phone that she hadn’t gotten laid in six months.

In one sense that was damn hard to believe considering how attractive she was.

On the other hand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had been nothing short of a raging Musalmān bitch the last few months, riding me about pretty much everything.

I’d made that point to Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan a couple of days ago and she agreed; saying what my Bahū Bégum needed to help her chill out was good hard fucking.

“Fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān yourself, otherwise be prepared for her external extramarital affair.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan advised me gravely.

“Naåīmah, please! Stop your Bahū Bégum movement.”

“My Bahū Bégum movement? Don’t tell me you don’t understand Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is herself trying to seduce you.”

My perpetually horny girlfriend, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, had then gotten a good hard fucking from me and despite how hot and kinky Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was, I’d caught myself thinking about giving those long hard strokes to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Nonsense!

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade was still affecting my sexual life tremendously.

I was sure there was no shortage of men that would be willing to give Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān what she needed so I had to assume it was her choice not to be getting any.

Aside from being a little gun shy about getting close after Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s husband had passed on three years ago I wasn’t sure what her problem was, but it’s not like I could ask her.

It might give her wrong impression that I myself too was interested in her sexually.

I had advised her father, Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān,

“Why don’t you remarry her? She is twenty eight years old only.”

Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān looked at me gravely.

“They are afraid of you.”

“What?”

“There are rumors that Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān married your Musalmān stepson so that she could live with you. She actually loved you.”

“Al Muħammad Al Ůsmān Sāħab,” I smiled ironically, “You aren’t born yesterday. If you hire some reliable Detective Agency to investigate those rumors you’d find all of them ill inspired. Our enemies spread them. Don’t allow them, please, to destroy your daughter’s life.”

Below me, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān raised her arms over her head and stretched lazily.

I forgot everything else and stared when she arched her back, pushing her tits out.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was pretty ample on top and the white bikini -which few women her age would even think of wearing- did a damn good job of showing them off.

The cups left a good portion of them exposed and the white material looked good on her tanned flesh.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s stomach was still flat from the stomach crunches she did every morning.

Those crunches not only served their purpose, but were something that lately I had been trying to make sure I happened to be around when she did them.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s hips widened out just enough to give her a nice figure and her legs were long and kept in shape from her years as a dance instructor.

After a quick trip down those long legs which included a lingering stare at her well toned inner smooth Musalmān thighs, my eyes, by default, sought out what was between those thighs.

I controlled myself immediately.

The bottom of the suit was as revealing as the top and consisted of a thin strip of white material that didn’t cover a lot more than what it absolutely needed to and was held together with strings tied at her hips.

I rubbed my fingertips across my thumb imagining that string between them.

I’d slowly pull it, untying it and watching it fall away to expose my Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

All of my opponents suspected I was already fucking Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

Her husband objected it.

Therefore Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān conspired to his death.

The authorities kept mum because they were silenced with immense bribery I provided to my ‘live in relationship partner’, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.

My Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!

There were a lot of things wrong with those obscene words used in that order, but I’d gotten to where I didn’t really care.

Fantasies were fantasies and there were enough Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān Durgesh stories and videos all over the net to tell everyone it was more common than people would like to admit.

So when these sexual thoughts about my Bahū Bégum started a few months ago after stumbling onto a porn site featuring Bahū Bégum Durgesh scenes I didn’t resist them, just kept them to myself.

My resistance to it was worthless and had spread those rumors more than otherwise.*

Even keeping an eye on her, I couldn’t deny I was enjoying myself and it’s not like Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān knew.

Although I had to admit it would be even hotter if she did.

To find out she wore those tiny bikinis to make me look and walked around in those little shorts and tight tops to tease me.

I could never understand why all of them did it.

If they wanted me, I was always available to everyone.

I stopped thinking.

Was I really?

Didn’t actually I resist to everyone of them?

Yes, today I have countless of them my live in relationship partners.

But it was because they adamantly insisted to be so.

Why did I always try to tell them my real age?

Did it make any negative difference to them?

Wasn’t it a fact that the more I was ageing the more lustful for them I was?

The more I fucked them the more I lusted to fuck them.

Before Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Kħadījah Muħammad was there as crazy to fuck me everywhere as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was today.

Yet even Kħadījah Muħammad had admitted to me,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you are utmost wonderful. You keep fucking me more and more wildly even after I want some rest in between. You are simply incredible. I think you don’t even live on oxygen. You live with your Uncut Hindu Lund in a Musalmān Choot buried entirely.”

If it was true, and I knew it was true, why misguiding them that I’m ageing?

It wasn’t any negative thing for them not even slightest.

It was actually a positive information for them instead.

Below, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān lifted her leg and bending it, scratched the top of her foot.

My eyes locked onto the thin strip of material between her smooth young Musalmān thighs with the vision of lying between her legs and sliding it to the side.

I would gladly break all of society’s rules and eagerly fuck her.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would rest her leg on my back and moan my name as if I were any other lover she’d had.

But I would be her best lover because the taboo of it would create a level of lust she could never match with any other man.

The fact that we shouldn’t would cause us to fuck like animals, to show we didn’t care what the rules were.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān straightened her leg, then after a Moment rolled over onto her stomach.

I couldn’t have asked for more.

As good as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān looked from the front, her ever beautiful twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass was the feature that absolutely drove me wild.

I teased myself by letting my eyes wander from top to bottom.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had her long dark hair up, exposing the smooth bronze skin of her back.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund twitched in my hand at the thought of running my lips down her soft sun warmed Musalmān skin; trailing my way down to that amazing Musalmān asscheeks.

The bikini bottom wasn’t much more than a thong in the back, giving me a good view of her tight little heart shaped female Musalmān ass.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān’s beautiful Musalmān ass showed off the effects of her years of dancing as well as her legs did.

Not that I had ever had the chance to get my hands on it, but her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass looked firm enough to bounce a quarter off of.

I could only imagine what it would be like to squeeze it and spread it open, so I could plunge my never satisfied ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān ass, then her more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan loved it when I fucked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass on her constant insistent persistence.

I wondered if Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would have that same high pitched squeal as Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, did.

A grin appeared on my face when I thought about the even higher pitched sound Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan emitted when I fucked her in her tight little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

That led to thinking of committing the ultimate taboo of giving my Bahū Bégum a little back door action.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would lift that extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass in the air and after slamming her hot wet Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and getting it nice and wet; I’d slide it up and push it into her undoubtedly tight little Musalmān rosebud.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān had settled down on her stomach.

I focused completely on her Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

Picturing her rising up on her knees and inviting me to fuck her.

She’d look back over her shoulder and tell me to fuck her harder.

Even in the heat of my thoughts I could hear her doing what she had been doing a lot lately and telling me I wasn’t listening to her.

“Allah, Durgesh, can’t you even fuck me right?”

I’d start fucking her harder and Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would give me that trademark eye roll I’d been watching my entire life.

“I said, fuck me! Do I have to do what you usually make me do and do everything myself? Now fuck me!”

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would cry out,

“Oh it’s about time you fucked your Bahū Bégum like a man, now slam that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours in deeper, come on Durgesh, be a good Hindu lover and fuck your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”

Even though her words were coming from my own mind, they caused me to moan softly.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan said from behind me.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God, Durgesh, mérī Jān! My Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, you really do want to fuck your Bahū Bégum, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān!”*

I turned around to see Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, standing there, grinning at me.

“What are you talking about?” I watched her gravely.

“Durgesh, I came in the front door five minutes ago. I looked in the back and saw your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān in the pool and figured I would just head on up here.” She pointed at the window, “There are woods on two sides of the yard and the next door neighbors are in their eighties. So unless you’re whacking off to trees or you got a thing for old ladies in walkers, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is the only thing out there.”

She folded her arms and cocked her head at me as if daring me to dispute it.

Even as my mind raced for some type of explanation, I looked at Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was on the cheerleading squad at URI and was totally a stereotype of one.

Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was tall, blonde, blue eyed with an athletic body that featured a set smallish, but perfectly shaped Musalmān tits, and a pair of long legs that rivaled my Bahū Bégum’s as the nicest I’d ever seen.

It dawned on me even as my eyes lingered on her perky Musalmān tits that things were starting to get out of hand when I was comparing my Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend’s body with Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s.

Better even than Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan‘s pretty features and killer female Musalmān body was her sex drive.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was a total freak, a Musalmān girl who fucked me more than most of the beautiful Musalmān houseladies of her own age and loved to play out everything she saw.

Nothing was off limits for her oral, anal, etcetera, she loved it all and added extra thrills by introducing me to her favorite game; Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah.

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, loved for us to play out porn videos or pretend to be different people and I pretty much had learned to love everything she did because it was always one hell of a good time.

Even better was the fact Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was as sweet as she could be slutty for me exclusively and I had no doubts Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān was my freak too.

I had no worries about her fooling around on me.

She knew the same as I told her-and wasn’t really kidding- that if nothing else I couldn’t handle more than her.

There was nothing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, wouldn’t do for me and even with that she had occasionally teased me with bringing another Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān woman into the picture.

“Don’t bother trying to deny it Durgesh.” Her words pulled me from my admiration of her “I’ve been standing behind you and I heard what you said,” She smirked, “You want your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck you!”

I smiled.

“That’s the normal reaction, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is teasing me herself as you too adamantly did. I can’t be an impotent.”

“Well it’s not like I didn’t already know.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, told me as Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān walked over to the window.

“What do you mean?”

“Women know things Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Guys are pretty oblivious. Short of ‘hey wanna fuck’ you boys really don’t pick up on much.”

“I don’t get it.” I shook my head.

“No sweetie, you don’t” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, smiled and teased her long nails down my cheek, “But you’re awfully good looking so you don’t have to.”

She gave me a quick kiss and ran her fingers through my black hair,

“I love those pretty black eyes of yours. You have your Hindu male eyes.”

“Thanks, I guess.”

“Well seeing you like how she looks, you should take that as a compliment,” she laughed, then squeezed my arms. “Keep in shape like her too, I’m a lucky Musalmān girl!”

“I’m a lucky Hindu guy” I told her, “I’ve got the hottest Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent beautiful Musalmān houseladies in the Multiverse.”

“And the hottest Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān to fuck next too!” she added.

“Back to that.” I told her, “So how long are you going to bust my balls about it?”

“I’m not. Like I said, I already knew.”

“How?”

“I can see it in the way she looks at you.” She sat on the edge of my desk and giggled, “When we all go swimming Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān spends as much time looking at you as I do myself.”

I smiled.

“That’s what I love you for, your blunt honesty, you blunt sincerity with me. So many of my other beautiful Musalmān houseladies lack that even while they fuck me.”
“Hey it’s okay, you know what it’s like to fuck me and I’ll show you anything you want.” She pointed over at my lap top. “And the last three porn movies we made?” She tapped her chin as if thinking “And I am pretty sure she had dark hair and green eyes.”

“Okay, okay.”

“Not to mention when we’re out on the deck and she drops something you all but fall over to try to get a look at her beautiful young Musalmān ass when she does.”

“I said okay.” I put my hand up.

“Aww,” she gave me her perfect little pout, “You mad at me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā ?”

“No. Just kind of cautious.”

“Why?” She pointed to herself, “You forgetting who you’re talking to? Last week I let you tie me face down on the bed, spank me raw and fuck me in my Kħātoon-e–Jannat Musalmān ass while you insisted not to.” She laughed, “Nothing bothers me, honey.”

“I know, but…”

“And before that you picked me up on the corner and I blew you right there in the CVS parking lot like I was a hooker, the Ever First President of Modern Democratic Årabia your hooker! Imagine.”

“I hate to be that sick minded, you know.”

“I don’t know.”

“Sick.” I sat down on the chair in front of the desk. “It really is, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān is so teasing me 24×7 now nonstop that I keep thinking about banging my Bahū Bégum.”

“Can’t bother you too much from what I saw.”

“It really didn’t, but hearing you say it makes me realize it is pretty sick to want to have sex with a Bahū Bégum.”

“Not really.” She grinned, “When I was younger I used to have fantasies about you having sex with me.”

“You did?”

“I used to get off thinking about you punishing me for bad grades by getting on my knees and sucking your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-plus years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“So what happened?” I asked.

“Nothing.” She shrugged. “After a while the fantasies became truth . I never felt bad about them. You can’t help what you think about.”

“If I tried to, would you have let him?”

She flashed that wicked little smile that always caused my Uncut Hindu Lund to respond. “Why, don’t you know I didn’t leave you another option except to fuck me?”

“Sure. But you still were creative. You wanted me for improving your Pseudo Musalmīn mankind.” I said gravely.

“That’s half-truth ! I wanted you for myself too. I’m not that sacrificing as my Abbū, Imām Muħammad Ħasan and you yourself are. And I am never ashamed of it, even the slightest.” she slapped my arm, “But really, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, it’s just something people don’t want to admit.”

“So…you think it’s healthy?”

“I don’t know if that’s the word, but I don’t see any harm coming from it. Not unless you plan on it being your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān you tie up and fuck next.”

“Tie up?” I blinked at the sudden visual of Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān replacing Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, on my bed, her ankles and wrists tied with her stockings and her beautiful young Musalmān ass having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund buried entirely. Her Musalmān asshole oozing my Hindu cum.

“Whoa, sorry for doing that to you.” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said

“No, I wouldn’t want to hurt her.”

“You can hurt little old me though?” she pushed her lips back into the pout and the lower one began to tremble, “Please sir! I’ll be good; please don’t put that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in my little Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass! Oh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā please stop it hurts!”

“Wow,” I grinned, my Uncut Hindu Lund swelling in my shorts. “We’ll have not to do that again.”

“We’ll see. It’s more fun to come up with new games.”

“So you’re okay with knowing I…uh, fuck Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yes and no.”

“On the yes side,” Standing up, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned to the window and moved the curtain. “Your Bahū Bégum is fucking hot as hell!”

“You think?”

“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I’ve been with a couple of girls, but they were girls, out there in that pool is all woman!” she sighed, “I would so love to lick your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān‘s pussy after you’ve fucked her.” She giggled, “I have actually, but in my head when I play with myself.”

“You’ve gotten off to Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Because,” I gave a low whistle, “My Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān girlfriend stroking her pussy thinking about my Bahū Bégum’s pussy is pretty damn hot!”

“It is, why do think I never said anything about it? The girlfriend always gets to play too!”

She gave me a wink and while I replayed her words in my mind and began to think of all the incredibly hot scenes that it created, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, turned back to the window.

She had the curtains moved away from the window and I shook off the images of my Bahū Bégum sucking Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated’s Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot while I fucked her doggy style.

“Hey get out of the window she’ll see you!”

“So? You think Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān would know I’m picturing your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass?”

“Damn, I love you!” I laughed.

“You just love me for my sexy mind.” She sighed.

“No, I love you because you’re beautiful and very sweet when you want to be.”

“Aww,” she gave me one of the cute little shy smiles I could occasionally coax from her, “I love you too Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā!”

She let the curtain fall and reaching up, undid the clip from her hair and shook her head.

I watched her long blonde hair cascade down her bare shoulders and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started throbbing at the memory of how that golden hair looked fanned out on my thighs while Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān worked me with her soft Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips.

Grabbing her tank top she stripped it off and dropped it on the desk.

Beneath it Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, was wearing a light blue lace bra and I could see her hard nipples poking through it.

I glanced at her shirt and frowned when I saw the silver dollar on her persistent insistence, I had drilled a hole into and ran a chain through.

“Hey we need to work on that psyche project.”

“That lame hypnosis thing?” she rolled her eyes. “Tell you what, how about I hypnotize you with these?”

Rather than undo her bra, she yanked the cups down causing her young Musalmān tits to spring free.

I licked my lips at the sight of her big, proud Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān breasts as they popped out.

Her tits were round, firm and her pink nipples were as hard as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“You are getting horny!” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said in a deep voice, “You want to fuck on Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan’s pretty titties, then fuck her hot Musalmān pussy!”

I laughed and opened my legs so she could step between them.

She stood in front of me and grabbing my shirt gave it a tug. I pulled it off and tossing it back over my head said,

“Hey you lock my door?”

“Why, your Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān said its okay if we fool around as long as we stay in here and keep it quiet” Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, winked “At least while she’s home, she’d kill us if she knew about the kitchen table.”

“But it’s locked? You said she didn’t know you were here.”

“It’s locked, worry wart. Just fuck on my Musalmān tits will you?”

“Yes ma’am” I cupped her tits and leaned forward, eagerly prepared to fuck on her swollen nipple.

“Yes Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She said, pulling her tit from me and taking a step back.

“What?”

“Call me Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān.” She had that nasty smile back on her face. “That will be today’s game. You’re going to pretend I’m your hot little Al Waħīdah Al Ůsmān that you want to do all kinds of naughty things to.”

“She is compelling me to.” I said furiously.

“That’s natural, daring. Don’t blame us beautiful Musalmān houseladies ever. We come to you, we seduce you entirely unashamed of ourselves, because we poorest beautiful Musalmān houseladies never have another option for our survival even. Our Pseudo Musalmīn mankind is never as humane as you are. You are unique, matchless and never replaceable for us entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh.”

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, Kħātoon-e–Jannat Ħazrat Saiyadah Fātimah razī Allāhu Tåālā ånahā reincarnated, said it so immensely painfully, I was dumbstricken at once.

She was absolutely correct.

Even Bhāratratn Dr. B.R. Ambedkar had reached on the same conclusion:

‘The Muslim woman is the most helpless person in the world’.

¬Pakistan or Partition of India:

Chapter 33

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 31

Posted: March 5, 2015 | Author: Durgesh | Filed under: Adult Science Fiction, Ashvinatam, Muslimahs, Muslimat | Tags: Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, Ashvinatam, Ashvinatam sex, Ashvinatam Yugal, Ashvinātam Ummat-e-Muslimah, Behavioural Science, Durgesh, Feminism, life sciences, Muslim Feminism, Muslim girls love a Hindu, Muslim girls marry a Hindu, Muslim women love a Hindu, Muslim women marry a Hindu, Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan, society, Sophisticated Positive adult sex | Leave a comment

Chapter 31

. More Creative Adult Sex in English from Durgesh

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

My Hindu thrusts became more insistent with the passing of every moment.

My Hindu thighs started to slap into the backs of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s while the crescendo grew to a fever pitch.

I kept fucking her in different sex positions nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was herself responding wildly.

“Ah Ah Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! I never thought you wanted to fuck me, so much. Thank you. I’m honored tremendously.”

I kissed her young Musalmān lips.

“Sālī, it’s just the beginning. You’d get my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in your Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot there until you are tired of it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed melodically.

“Keep fucking me, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I’d never be tired of your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my Musalmān Choot. Never.”

“Never?”

“Never. I’m only 29 years old. My sex life with you is just starting now.”

“You managed your Ammī deliberately to leave me so that you could replace her. Smart. Very smart.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed.

“You already knew it?”

“I suspected it.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed again.

“Angry with me?”

“Never. I love you instead for it.”

“I love you too.”

I kept fucking Al Fātimah Al Naåīm entire night either this way or that.

After a few more minutes of pummeling her cum-hungry Musalmān Choot, I gasped out, “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I’m about to cum!”

“So am I, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said breathlessly. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself up on her hands, her breasts and nipples already over stimulated from brushing back and forth on her bed cover, and looked back me once again. “Do it! Cum inside me, Durgesh. Fill me with your Hindu cum and get me pregnant!”

I pushed in one last time, as far as I could get inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my Hindu cockhead once again force its way past her Musalmān cervix even as it started to swell with its impending release.

Suddenly I stiffened and let out a strangled cry of victory as my Hindu sperm was injected in her deepest Musalmān chasm.

I shook and thrummed with each volley of cum that was launched into her Musalmān womb and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gasped as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt each hot slug Hindu splash against her uterine Musalmān walls.

I scalded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with my Hindu cum, my hips bucking repeatedly, until I finally slumped over her back.

My breath was hot and heavy as it fell on her neck.

We stayed like that for several seconds, just catching our breath, until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt me stir again.

My Hindu strength regained, I slowly pulled my long Hindu cock out of her cum-filled Musalmān pussy and sat back on my haunches.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly turned over and looked at me while spreading her thighs.

Both our eyes drifted down to where we’d both been joined and we watched as a massive amount of my Hindu cum started to drool out of her rosy Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm exclaimed. “Look at all this cum! Even after earlier today, you were still backed up, weren’t you?”

I stared in wonder at the evidence of our coupling.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe we just did this,” I said quietly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm giggled at that.

“Believe it, Durgesh. And if it doesn’t take this time, we’ll keep trying. I’ll be good to go for at least another day, maybe two!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced down at her pussy once again. “Go, little guys! Go! Find my egg!”

Apparently that was more than I could handle any more.

“Aw, geez,” I said as I started to get up off her bed like I’d been struck by a cattle prod. “I… I’m gonna go take a shower.”

“Okay,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, her sex-crazed Musalmān eyes still affixed to the mess between her thighs.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned back and arched her hips upward, hoping that the new position would prevent any more of my cum from leaking out.

“I’m just gonna stay here and let it all soak in for a while.”

As he started to leave the room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called after me.

“Hey, Durgesh? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you!”

I just stood there and stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a long second before I said,

“I… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, too.”

After shower we again fucked until we were asleep having my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund still buried entirely into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.*

The next morning Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up alone in her bed feeling very well-rested.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t slept that well in ages, it seemed.

As her dream-addled mind caught up with the rest of her, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm remembered what had happened between Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and me the night before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had heard of post-coital guilt, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured that, like any kind of guilt, it would have to be something I came to terms with in my own time.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm made her way into her bathroom and, before doing anything else, pulled out a home-pregnancy test kit from under the sink.

Any sane teenage girl, whether she’s on birth control or not, should have one at the ready, just in case.

After a few minutes of going through the prescribed ritual dictated by the kit’s instruction booklet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quickly learned that last night’s romp with me hadn’t been as successful as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve liked.

Oh well, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm reasoned to herself.

Can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t enjoy it.

If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t even bother to get dressed as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs to join me, who Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear was already moving around in the kitchen.

Sure enough, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found me at the sink.

I looked so cute in my boxers and t-shirt.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm snuck up behind me and, without giving me any kind of warning, wrapped her arms lovingly around my broad Hindu chest.

“Good morning, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cooed into my ear.

I stiffened when I felt Al Fātimah Al Naåīm embrace me, but I relaxed when I heard her voice. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Hi! Uhm…good morning. How are you, uhm, feeling?”

“I’m feeling great, Durgesh, thank you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “Your new young Musalmān wife, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hasn’t slept like that in a long while.”

I was still putting off those awkward vibes. “That’s… yeah, uhm, that’s good.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stepped away from me and crossed her arms under her large, naked Musalmān breasts. “Look, Durgesh, you don’t have to be all weird and stuff, okay? We aren’t stepdaughter and stepfather anymore. We are Hindu husband and Musalmān wife now, the ever best couple in the entire human history.”

I turned around and, when I saw that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was standing naked in front of me, paused for a moment to let that sink in.

“You… you’re really okay with… with last night? With what I did to you?”

“I told you,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm answered with a shrug. “I’m perfectly fine with it. It was wonderful. YOU were wonderful. And you didn’t do anything TO me. I encouraged you to let me help you be happy. Did YOU sleep okay?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I have to admit, yes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I slept like a baby for the first time in… God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I don’t know how long. Not since…”

“Not since before Ammī deserted. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knows. It’s okay, Durgesh. You didn’t break me or anything. I’m still your little Musalmān girl.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hug, pressing her soft Musalmān tits against my Hindu chest and said into my ear, “And still not pregnant.”

I smiled in the hug.

“You- oh.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a home-pregnancy test a few minutes ago,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me. “It came up negative.”

“I… see…” Yep, that’s her Durgesh. The brilliant conversationalist.

“So… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up and heard you down here, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm figured Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had to see what you’re up to. After taking a shower, of course. It took forever to get all of your cum from last night out of my pussy, by the way. And I’m gonna have to wash my sheets soon. So what’re you doin’ today?”

My cheeks flushed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mentioned my cum.

“Me? Oh. Uhm. Just, y’know. Fucking you needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies. What else?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smirked at me playfully, already feeling her arousal for this wonderful, goofy Hindu man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called Durgesh start to grow.

Even when I was being bashful, it was hard to resist me!

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can see that,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “Have you had breakfast yet?”

“N-no, nothing yet. You hungry? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. The cook could make-”

“Maybe in a little bit,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, cutting me off and stepping closer to me. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thinking, maybe, we could take another crack at it.”

“Yeah, but- now?”

“Absolutely!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with an emphatic nod. “I’m not going to be ovulating forever, Durgesh. We might be able to do it one or two more times before… well, before any other attempts would just be practice. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could live with some practice, too.”

“But NOW? HERE?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started kissing the underside of my jawline and caressed my chest and arms seductively.

“No time like the present, right? To be honest, it was the first thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought of this morning when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm woke up.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got down on her knees and pulled my already-hardening cock out, stroking it softly.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm lavished her attention to my penis, it became firmer as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to kiss along the shaft.

“Mmmmm… just thinking about it… it felt wonderful, you know, Durgesh. Feeling you Hindu cum inside me, trying to make me pregnant. At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was just going to be doing it for you, to make you happy, but now… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm think, now, I might want it more than you do.”

“No. No! I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I definitely want it, Sweetheart,” I protested as I looked down at her starting to give me a blowjob. “It’s still just taking a bit of getting used to. That’s all. I mean, yesterday you were just her beautiful little girl, but last night… and now, you’re…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her lips off my cock with a soft pop and said, “So you liked it last night, Durgesh? [suck] You liked filling your little girl’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot full of your Hindu sperm? [suck] Trying to knock her up? [suck] Trying to plant a little brother inside of me?”

My eyes practically rolled into the back of my head as the sensations Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me and the words Al Fātimah Al Naåīm uttered pounded into my brain.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! You’re killing me! Where- where did you get all of this from?”

Once again releasing my Hindu cock from her beautiful young mmnn mouth, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said, “Yesterday, when you were passed out after fucking my friend, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm happened to notice the porn you two were watching, Durgesh, fucking each other. The woman on the screen, she looked an awful lot like me.”

“Your Ammī,” I protested teasingly. “She… she looks like your Ammī.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm downgraded her treatment of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to a handjob and gave me a skeptical look.

“My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was 47, Durgesh. That girl on the screen? She barely looked 28. And I’m 29.”

I smiled.

“She was the closest match to your Ammī that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I could find,”

“So why was she screaming for her Durgesh to fuck her? I mean, that IS what she was saying, wasn’t it? Like, ‘Fuck me, Durgesh! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh, God, your cock feels so good! Fuck me till you cum, Durgesh!’ Like that? Like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was saying last night?”

I laughed.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let go of my cock, stood, turned around and bent over the chopping block.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was in the ideal position for me to take me right then and there, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled one of her ass cheeks aside and looked back at me.

“Would you like that, Durgesh? Would you like me to scream out for you as you fill my Musalmān Choot with your Hindu sperm again?”

I was visibly flustered yet never looked helpless to make a coherent decision about anything, let alone string together enough words to make a full sentence.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just-”

“Come on, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm interrupted encouragingly. “I’m waiting for you. Don’t you want to fuck your little Musalmān girl, Durgesh? Please? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you to get your big, fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and bury it inside me from behind. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants you fuck me, Durgesh. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants your thick Hindu cock to spew as much babybatter into me as possible. AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM WANTS you to get me pregnant, Durgesh.”

The look of unrestrained lust suddenly blazed to life in my eyes and I shoved my shorts down around my ankles all the way.

I made a fist around my cock and aimed it at her exposed Musalmān Choot while pushing the small of her back flat with my other hand.

“Oh, fuck it! Okay, Sweetheart! Durgesh’s gonna get you pregnant if it’s the last thing, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I do!”

I didn’t make Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wait as I plunged my Hindu thickness into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

With an almost primal growl, I said, “Is this what you wanted, Sweetheart?”

“Yes!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out. “Fuck me, Durgesh! Fuck your Hindu baby into me!”

I pounded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm mercilessly from behind for minutes on end and the only sound in the kitchen was that of our flesh frantically slapping together.

“I’m getting close, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm,” I warned Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. “Durgesh’s going to cum inside you again and I’ve got a big Hindu load saved up from last night!”

Hearing that almost sent Al Fātimah Al Naåīm over the edge of erotic bliss and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm howled with the sinful delight of it.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants it, Durgesh!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm told me as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm desperately pushed back at my thrusting Hindu hips. “Fill me with your Hindu seed!”

“Your wish-” I grunted loudly, “Is the command!”

I pushed forcefully into her small, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot once more as far as I could go and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund expand inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot.

We both froze as jets of my babybatter flooded her inner Musalmān chamber over and over again, each blast of my virile, Hindu sperm coming to rest within her young Musalmān body.

When I was done, I fell on her nude Musalmān back and breathed heavily.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe… that was..”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around on shaky legs and we both watched as my Hindu cum oozed out of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Spectacular,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said for me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at my flushed, sweaty face and smiled.

“We’ll give it a few hours to settle in, see if it takes root. If it doesn’t… well… there’s always lunchtime.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm leaned over to me and kissed me full on the lips for the first time as my lover.

Our tongues danced around the taboo expression of love and lust.

When our lips parted, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm breathlessly told me,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, Durgesh.” Then Al Fātimah Al Naåīm scampered away to her bedroom, where I expected to lay back on her bed with her hips held high in the air once more, hoping that the Hindu seed I’d planted within her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān womb would indeed take root.*

Later that day, long after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had gotten a real breakfast and had made her bed, I once again broke out her test kit.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had two more packets left in the box and hoped that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would be able to put them to good use before the day was out. Unfortunately, even our second attempt didn’t work, either.

Oh, well. You know what they say about the third time: it’s a charm, right?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had spent the entire morning naked and, I have to say, it was liberating.

Now that we were having sex and trying to make a baby, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t see any reason in being clothed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was at home alone with me.

What would be the point?

Until Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got pregnant, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to make sure that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was ready for me at any moment, even if I might need some coaxing every now and then.

With her ovulation cycle so close to ending, every second counted and time spent in getting undressed was time lost.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went downstairs and found me in the living room, watching news on TV.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked boldly into the room, still naked, and sat down next to me in such a way that I’d have to be blind to ignore her.

“Hello, Durgesh! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got some good news and some bad news. Which do you want to hear first?”

I sighed deeply, but my eyes were already drinking her beautiful Musalmān nakedness in wolfishly.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that, in so short a time, I seemed to be getting used to the idea of seeing her naked around the house.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I always prefer to get the bad news out of the way first, Sweetheart. You know that. So hit me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently patted her tumher. “I’m STILL not pregnant.”

“…okay,” I said carefully. “So what’s the good news?”

“Well, I’m pretty sure that I’ve got at least another few hours before my ovulation cycle is over. Wanna see if the third time ’round is the winner?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a hopeful, playful look and smiled sweetly at me.

I, as usual, was caught by surprise at her timing.

“Now? But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just sat down to-”

“Tick-tock, tick-tock, Durgesh. It’s now or we’ll have to wait until next month. Although, if this one doesn’t take, we can have a lot of fun getting some practice in…”

“Uhm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm… about this ‘practice’ you keep mentioning… are you sure that’s such a good idea? I mean, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I get it when you’re ovulating. But… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just don’t know if we should be doing this-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cut me off again and fixed me with a stern look.

“Durgesh. Really? Are you going to sit there and honestly tell me that you DON’T enjoy fucking me? HONESTLY?”

“Well that’s just it, honey,” I answered plaintively. “AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO like fucking you! I’m afraid that I might like it TOO much!”

“I’m not,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said simply.

“Not liking it?”

“No, silly!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with exasperation. “I’m not afraid of you liking it too much! I’M having a blast! This whole incest thing… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know just how exciting it could be until we tried it. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have a couple of friends who’ve done it and they swear by it… but, WOW, did they understate things! Having sex with my handsome, loving father is out of this world! Best sex I’ve EVER had! A thousand horses couldn’t drag me away from this house as long as you’re in it and ready to breed me!”

I, of course, was slow on the up-take.

“…and you don’t want to stop?”

“Never,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said quickly. “Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants to keep this going for as long as we can.”

“Until you find some boy,” said I. “I mean, you ARE unmarried and I’m sure that some guy your age would-”

“Allah! God, Durgesh, you can be a real idiot sometimes! Silly Durgesh. No BOY is ever going to compare to you! Just like no other woman will ever be able to take Ammī’s place… except maybe me.”

I shook my head in amazement.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just can’t believe that, yesterday, you were her good little girl. But today you’re-”

“Durgesh’s little cum-dump?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm supplied helpfully. “Try not to think of it that way, Durgesh. Think of it more like a gift. A very special gift that only Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can give, the only part of Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, left in this world. Together, Durgesh, we’ll make more beautiful children.”

“More?” I asked with a visible gulp.

“Only if we’re lucky… and speaking of lucky, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thinks it’s time to see if we can hit the jackpot before it’s too late. Now’s the best chance we’ll have for another nineteen days before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can get pregnant again. Let’s make you a Durgesh again.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to lean in toward me for a kiss.

“Do you think this time might do the trick?” I asked as I took Al Fātimah Al Naåīm in my arms, the TV now completely forgotten and relegated to nothing but background noise to our impending breeding session.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hopes so, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wrapped her hands behind my neck and leaned back, pulling me down to the couch with me. “But, at the same time, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm kind of hopes not.”

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a curious look.

“I mean, we’re gonna need a LOT of practice to get it right if it doesn’t work this time. Right?”

I smiled defiantly at that thought.

“Practice, practice, practice,” I said and then I grew solemn even as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked her hands down and started to unbuckle my pants. “Thank you, her lovely daughter, for giving yourself to me like this.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed my pants over my hips and started to stroke my long, stiff Hindu penis.

“Anytime, Durgesh. And… I really mean that: anytime. Any place, any time, any circumstance… anytime you want to fill me with your Hindu sperm, you just go right on ahead. Bend me over the couch, throw me on the bed, take me on the floor, and have me in the shower- all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wants is for you to be happy, Durgesh. And to make you a father again.”

As my large, throbbing ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund began to fill her small, welcoming Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, I said,

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I love you, Sālī, Badmåsh, Sweetheart!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed winking at me.

“You didn’t leave me another option. I had to conspire with Ammī. She helped me. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you, too, Durgesh!”

Turns out that, yeah, the third time IS the charm!

“By the way, Ammī is returning tonight. She has warned me to compete with me. Let’s see who gives you the son first, Ammī or Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s a very tough competition, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. Abbū wanted to stop Ammī. She slapped Abbū. Long live your omnipotent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. It serves Ammīs and daughters equally.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm informed me.

Chapter 32

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 30

Chapter 30

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

My jaw dropped in stunned shock.

“Are you kidding me? Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, for one thing, that’s an expensive procedure. It’d cost money though either of us have it. I mean, we’re far from broke, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t justify the expenditure. For another, what about two-headed babies? You might be half of your mother, but you’re half of me, too!”

“Look, Durgesh, I know a thing or two about genetics. Yeah, I’m only into a few semesters, but I’ve learned a lot about that stuff already. Do you realize that the whole two-headed baby thing is really just a hearth? Statistically speaking, we’d stand a better chance of winning the lottery than having a defective baby. Hell, a normal couple stands a greater chance of producing a baby with Down’s Syndrome! Neither of us has any genetic defects, so, if anything, we’d stand a BETTER chance of making a perfectly healthy baby.”

“That may be, Sweetheart,” I said calmly. “But we STILL couldn’t afford it and, even if we could, I’m not sure we could find a doctor in the state who’d be willing to try. Society alone would raise hell over it.”

“No one would have to know that the egg is mine, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm countered, warming up to the argument.

Okay, it wasn’t an argument.

More like a debate, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was feeling more invested in the idea as the Moments passed.

If I was depressed about being deprived of my second chance with her Ammī, at fatherhood, maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could help.

I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm an incredulous look.

“Really? Whoever does the extraction would know. And whoever was assisting that person would know. And they’d probably have to do a genetic test of some kind in the lab. It’s just- no, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It wouldn’t work.”

Suddenly an idea burst forward and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm spit it out, almost without even realizing that it was me who said it.

“Well how about doing it the old fashioned way, then?”

If I was surprised at the first suggestion, he was downright floored at the second.

“WHAT?!”

“Oh, come on, Durgesh. Look- you’re Durgesh and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loves you. Your last chance at being a father with my Ammī was taken from you. It was nobody’s fault, but it happened. You’ve done so much for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, all her life. Just once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm has like to do something for you.”

I shook my head in denial.

“Bearing her child wasn’t in the cards, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. You’re her DAUGHTER. Fathers and daughters don’t DO that kind of thing!”

“You’d be surprised,” She muttered before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could stop herself.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a couple of friends who, in complete confidence, had confessed that they regularly had sex with their family members.

One slept with her brother and the other was fucking me with her mother’s blessing.

But that was their business and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t about to break her promise of secrecy, even if it was Durgesh that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been telling.

I stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm coldly.

“What?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved it off.

“Nothing, Durgesh. Just… look, just forget it, okay? Or don’t. I don’t know. The offer’s there if you want it. I know nothing would make you happier than to be a father again and if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can help make that happen, that would make ME happy.” Which was all true as far as it went.

But the real truth was that, after having seen the kind of porn I was watching lately, most especially that day’s sample, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a sneaking suspicion that I was actively looking for reasons not to agree to the idea because I felt excited for secretly wanting it.

Who could blame him?

It can’t be easy for any loving father to tell his daughter that he wants to breed her, even if she openly says that she isn’t opposed to the idea!

And, frankly, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had already made up her mind.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wouldn’t force it on me, but if I wanted Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t going to turn me away.

if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could accept that two of her friends were committing incest, why couldn’t Al Fātimah Al Naåīm accept the possibility for herself?

“But…” I floundered for the words and all that came out was, “You. Are. Her. Daughter!”

As snappy comebacks go, that was definitely lame.

Not even in the running, really.

My resolve, I realized, was starting to corrode and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself somewhat invested in- what?

Convincing me to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?

Or was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just playing Devil’s Advocate for the thrill of it?

The lines in her own mind were blurring so fast that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t keep up, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just charged ahead and said whatever came to mind, hoping that what came out with be her honest truth.

“No, Durgesh. I mean, yes, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM AM her daughter. But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm am also a fertile young Musalmān woman, capable of bearing a child and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had cheerfully do so… for you. Since my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, isn’t here, and I’m the next best thing to her, all Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can do is at least make the offer. The rest is up to you.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pointed at my plate of spaghetti. “Your dinner’s getting cold, Durgesh.”

With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stood up and left the room, grabbing her own plate as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm walked away, and headed straight for her bedroom.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my eyes watching her in stunned silence as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm left and felt a soft tingle in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot as she realized that I was actually staring at her extremely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass.

What the hell had Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just done?*

After finishing her own plate of spaghetti in her room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to relax by reading a book.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved Durgesh, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really want to be around me just then.

At the same time, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to continue our discussion and find out where my head was at with the whole thing.

But Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew that, if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pried, I’d just clam up and get stubborn.

Whatever my true feelings were on the subject, I’d have to work them out on my own.

Meanwhile, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting more and more aroused at the idea.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was also getting confused.

Her head was screaming at her about Society’s rules while her heart was beating the drum of love for Durgesh.

And thinking of Durgesh, making him happy, naturally took her mind, against its will almost, towards thoughts of sexual happiness.

After having seen the Hindu weapon I hide in my pants, it was difficult to NOT think about it, about him.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had slept with none before.

Yet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew what a penis looked like.

Or, rather, what they should look like.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was a monster compared to the ones attached to the boys.

Even when it was spent and useless, it looked like it would fill every part of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only imagine how impressive it was when it was at full mast.

Her Ammī enjoyed that greatest ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass both for ten long years.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had planned to enjoy it her entire life.

What a chance!

Once in a lifetime chance!

To replace her Ammī forever in Durgesh’s sex life!

Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would offer the Salāt of thankfulness once Durgesh fucks her.

At first Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt a little weird and guilty that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was seriously objectifying my cock.

But, after a while, the fact of our biological relationship had become a footnote that merely underscored her curiosity and, yes, lust.

Her female Musalmān lust for the Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā of entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, more and more, to feel that huge Hindu tool sliding in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān depths, if only to know how it felt.

A few of her girlfriends had enjoyed the experience and they all uniformly raved about how complete it made them feel.

Dammit, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to feel that complete, too!

And there Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was, living under the same roof with a man that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adored and loved deeply, who was also endowed with a cock that would make all of her girlfriends drool with envy.

That Durgesh is handsome didn’t hurt matters any.

Every single female friend Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had regularly reminded Al Fātimah Al Naåīm of how hot Durgesh is.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm never admitted as much to any of them, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t disagree.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted, if I wasn’t still so heartbroken over her Ammī’s desertion, I could pretty much have any Musalmān woman I wanted, young or old.

And, now, that included Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t decide if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was shocked or overjoyed when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself that being impregnated by her own Durgesh was something that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted as much for herself as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted it for me.

Shocked or overjoyed… but, to her amazement, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt no guilt at the prospect.

The hell with any damn guilt.

Let Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too be Durgesh’s live in relationship partner now forever.

And so it was, with her guilt pushed to the backburner and her lust blazing at the fore, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her book aside and started to masturbate, thinking about Durgesh.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm won’t go over the details of her masturbatory session- that’s all pretty self-explanatory- but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found it remarkable that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got her cum much quicker than usual.

Maybe it was the fact that it was a new fantasy or that there was the forbidden fruit element to it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t know, but once her motor got running with the mental image of me trying to breed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, it was like her lust went into overdrive and just took over everything.

Not only did her orgasm come on quicker than ever before, but it had totally consumed her.

It took every ounce of self-control to not scream out “DURGESH!” as she reached her peak, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm somehow managed it.

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hadn’t, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would most definitely have come bursting through her bedroom door in a panic only to find her lustfully begging me to do what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could only fantasize about.

With a mastubatory orgasm of that magnitude, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm decided that the fantasy of Durgesh breeding her definitely had an addictive quality- Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could get used to feeling that good after jilling off!

When her orgasm finally abated, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stripped off her newly-cum-drenched clothing and replaced it with a simple t-shirt.

Of course, and the irony of this wasn’t lost on me, the shirt happened to be one of mine that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had stolen months before and claimed for herself.

After several washings my scent had long-since disappeared from the shirt, but there was a sort of kinky knowledge that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was actually wearing MY shirt after having just cum while thinking about me fucking her.

Before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself all hot and bothered again, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got back into the book Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been reading earlier and just tried to forget about life for a while.

About an hour later, I knocked softly on her door.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm? You in there?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was still in the t-shirt, with nothing else on underneath, but otherwise decent.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put the book down.

“Yeah, Durgesh. Come on in.”

I opened the door and approached her bed.

I just stared at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently for a few seconds, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm silently waited for me to speak.

After all, I was the one knocking on her door, right?

Finally I said,

“I’ve given some thought to your… offer.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt one delicate eyebrow drift up on her forehead.

“…and?”

I drew in my breath and then said,

“If we do this, I’m going to need to get REAL excited.”

Well! That was not the LAST thing Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted!

I had been hitting the sauce a little TOO much over the last year.

Adding more was the exact opposite direction Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wanted to go in.

So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm laughed lightly.

“No you aren’t, Durgesh. Besides, if you get excited, wouldn’t that just ruin things? I mean, I know you’re not OLD-old, but at your age, drinking before sex isn’t very smart, is it? You might not be able to even get it up.”

I held my hand over my eyes in embarrassment at even having this discussion.

“You’re taking this a lot better than I expected,” I said with my eyes still covered.

“Of course I am, silly,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied. “It was MY idea in the first place!”

I dropped my hand and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with naked mortification.

“But you don’t have to be so RELAXED about it! I mean, I’m your father, for Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave me a reproachful look. “Durgesh… you’re more than just Durgesh, okay? You’re a handsome man, too. All of her friends tell me all the time how sexy you are, how they’d jump you in a heartbeat if they could. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can’t say that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm disagree with them, objectively speaking. You’re her Durgesh, yeah, but you’re hot. And it’s only sex.”

“Sex with the intent of getting you pregnant. By ME,” I emphasized. “I… still think Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I need a lot of courage for this… arrangement.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm sat upright suddenly.

“Not on your life, Durgesh! When we do it, Iwant you to be completely aware of what’s happening. No passing out on top of me in a drunken stupor, thankyouverymuch! The last thing I want is for you to cum inside of me and then pass out with me under you, in the middle of the wet spot.”

“Geez, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “Do you HAVE to put it like that?”

“Durgesh, the sooner you get hip to the fact that I’m not a little girl anymore, the better off we’ll both be. I’m 29, and I’m an adult, PhD, Self Dependent Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī young Musalmān woman. Look- I’ve HAD sex, okay? Not usual, but I’ve masturbated imagining my finger was your ever infamous Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. We both know it. I’m a PhD and pretty much taking care of everything around the house. I’m grown up now, Durgesh. And this is a VERY grown-up kind of thing we’re talking about, isn’t it?”

“But you don’t have to be so brazen about it, Sweetheart. I’m having a hard enough time coming to grips with this on her own without worrying about how it might screw your head up, too!”

“Like I said, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied with a shrug, “it was MY idea to begin with. I’ve made my decision to do anything I can to make you happy. Even if that means having sex with you, letting you impregnate me and bearing your next child. I know exactly what I’m doing here and I’m completely, totally, one-hundred-percent okay with it.”

With just a fraction of a second’s worth of pause, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm searched herself within and discovered that every word of that was absolutely true.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was thrilled at the prospect of letting Durgesh get her pregnant!

And Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, came from a long line of extremely fertile women- there was every good chance that I would knock Al Fātimah Al Naåīm up on the first attempt and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was more than ready to help me try!

I fixed Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a skeptical expression. “…really?”

“Really,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said with a nod. “Believe me, Durgesh, I’ve given it a lot of thought. I really and truly am okay with this. But only if you are and only with you. I wouldn’t want to make a baby with anyone else right now. But with you? Well, I’ve already seen how good a father you can be.”

I took a deep, calming breath.

“Okay. In that case.. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m about to say this… but, in that case, when you know you’re ovulating, let me know and we… we’ll see what happens.”

“Deal,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said without missing a beat.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm then got up on her knees and gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

As I started to leave, though, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped me.

“Durgesh?”

I turned around and looked at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm quizzically.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pulled her t-shirt off in one, swift motion, exposing her extremely beautiful naked young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body to me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wondered, for a split-second, if I appreciated just how much Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked like that porn actress after all.

“Guess who’s ovulating?”

My jaw dropped open in surprised yet again.

“NOW?” I said with disbelief.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was sure that the disbelief was genuine, but I didn’t take my eyes off her nude Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān form even to blink.

I knew a good thing when I see it!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply nodded, feeling the ringlets of her brown hair dance across her shoulders and breasts, enjoying the tickling sensation of it.

“My period ended five days ago, Durgesh. And I haven’t taken any birth control. I’m as fertile as a turtle, as my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would say. Come to your little girl, Durgesh, and let’s make a baby!”

My reaction was immediate.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the tent forming in my sweat pants and it was growing faster with each passing second.

The inner debate that I was having was writ large on my face, which contorted and twisted with each thought.

The struggle within must have been difficult indeed, but ultimately futile.

I was, after all, a Hindu.

And what Hindu man could refuse a beautiful, nubile young Musalmān woman pointedly asking him to breed her?

I certainly couldn’t.

What for all of my misgivings and protests and concerns, my lust had prevailed and I pulled off my own t-shirt swiftly.

The look of sexual hunger and lust in my eyes was unmistakable.

This man, whoever he was, was not her Durgesh anymore.

But I wasn’t the wreck of a man Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been living with for the previous year, either.

This man, with whom Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shared a genetic bond, was suddenly a wild animal driven by lust and pent-up excitement and I could no more help myself than a raging, rutting bull.

I got closer to her bed, my fingers hooked in the elastic band of my sweat pants and boxer briefs, and I said, “Sweetheart, this is your last chance to change your mind. Even though I’m your father, AL FĀTIMAH AL NAÅĪM, I DO have her limits. If we go down this path, we can’t come back from it. Are you SURE you’re ready for this?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looked up at me with big, round eyes.

“What?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm asked. “For you to impregnate me? To feel your Hindu sperm swimming around inside my body, trying to fertilize my eggs?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm flipped over and got onto her hands and knees, showing me her wet and swollen Musalmān Choot, and looked over her shoulder at me.

“Durgesh, I’m so ready for this that I don’t even need any foreplay.”

And that, as they say, was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

My resolve crumbled like a house of cards.

In one, swift motion I pushed my sweat pants and underwear down to my ankles, grabbed my extremely hard cock with one hand and crooked my other hand under her hip.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued to watch my face as I looked down at her small, waiting Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot and rubbed the head of my swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund against her Musalmān opening.

Without waiting another second, I slowly slid my large Hindu babymaker inside the folds of her drenched Musalmān pussylips and buried myself as deeply inside of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as I could.

The feeling of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund pushing deep into Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was beyond thrilling!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt every inch of my long, thick Hindu shaft as my cockhead plunged down her Musalmān canal, stretching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had never been before.

Even though it took only a few seconds before my Hindu pelvis met her perfect Musalmān ass cheeks, it seemed like it took forever.

And when our bodies finally did meet, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my Hindu hardness penetrate so deeply in her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body that her cervical ring barely stood as a barrier against my Hindu invasion.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body shuddered in response to the sensation of me being seated directly inside her Musalmān womb, the place where my life-giving Hindu seed, would be planted and our baby would soon grow. Oh, what a delicious thought that was! I was going to create life anew in her only daughter!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a long, low moan of pleasure as I stayed motionless inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm for a moment, letting Al Fātimah Al Naåīm adjust to my Hindu length and girth.

“Ohhhhh, yesssss!” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm hissed pleasurably.

“Oh, fuck, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm!” I gasped. “You’re so fucking tight!”

“That’s right, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm replied as her hips tentatively wiggled.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could feel my bulging Hindu cockhead shift around inside her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān womb when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did that and we both shuddered at the feeling of it.

“Fuck me, Durgesh, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā. I want you to fuck me with that big ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund of yours and don’t stop until you cum as deepest inside me as you can!”

I smiled wolfishly at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and then refocused my gaze on the place where we were joined.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I can’t believe I’m fucking her little Musalmān girl.” I slowly withdrew my cock until only the head of it was buried inside Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

“Believe it, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm purred as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm crossed her arms on the bedspread and lay her head down on them, crushing her heaving Musalmān breasts against the fabric and pushing her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass higher into the air. “You’re not only going to fuck me, you’re going to give me your Hindu baby. You’re going to shoot your Hindu sperm deep inside me and get your ex wife’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān daughter pregnant. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, Durgesh, but I’m not going anywhere. If it’ll make you happy, believe me, I’ll give you as many babies as we can handle. You gave me life; now it’s time to plant another life inside me!” With that, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed herself back onto my fat ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund until her perfect Musalmān ass once again was pressed up against my Hindu male thighs.

“Fffffuck,” I hissed.

I didn’t say much more as I took control of the situation and started to fuck her young twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body in earnest.

With both hands holding tightly onto her hips, I thrust in and out of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot like a man possessed of a single purpose.

For several long Moments, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm luxuriated in the feelings of my huge Hindu member as it ravaged her deepest Musalmān core again and again.

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! God, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shouted out as my pace increased. “You’re fucking me so good! Tell me when you’re ready to cum, Durgesh. Tell me when you’re ready to knock your little Musalmān girl up so that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm can cum with you!”*
Chapter 31

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 29

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Chapter 29

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me deeply.

However, there was a time when Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was worried that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was going to lose me forever to the most painful sort of hatred.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, had separated from me a year earlier and while it was difficult for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to move past it, I didn’t seem capable of doing so.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood.

“Don’t betray Durgesh, Ammī.” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had said to her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, gravely. Abbū tried his best to send you to gas chamber. Even then you are returning to him because Abbū is a Musalmān and Durgesh is a Hindu?”

Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl smiled at her PhD daughter.

“Islam is my Dīn, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. And it doesn’t allow me to live in relationship with a Hindu.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled sarcastically,

“After living in relationship with him for ten complete years. I was eighteen when you requested Durgesh to be your live in relationship partner.”

“I didn’t have another option then for our respectful survival. I was immensely grateful to Durgesh. He loves us beautiful Musalmān houseladies incredibly. I was aware of my ever incredible Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān beauty. Immensely indebted to Durgesh, I offered myself to him. He accepted me.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was too angry to her immensely beautiful Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, that she shouted at her brutally.

“How selfish you are, Ammī! I’m ashamed that I’m your daughter.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm marched out of there furiously.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew I had been deeply in love with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and, when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl betrayed me, I took it terribly hard.

The other half of my soul had been snatched away from md in a blink, after all.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to be as supportive and helpful as possible during that year.

She picked up the house, supervised cooking, and generally did all of the chores that Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl used to do.

I, though, simply wallowed in my gravity and lost myself in a long line of other beautiful Musalmān houseladies.

Through all of it I had brilliantly managed to keep my job of serving needy beautiful Musalmān houseladies, but, at home, all of the fire had almost gone out of me.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did everything Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could think of to try and bring me out of my shell, but nothing seemed to work.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was only 28 when Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl left me so it was not like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had a lot of life experience to advise me on what to do.

And only a year later, at the age of 29, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no more experienced than before.

At some point Al Fātimah Al Naåīm simply gave up and just held out hope that I’d crawl out of the hole of abnormal gravity on my own.

To some degree I had, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew the man I’d become was a mere shadow of who I’d been before.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put her own life in order by continuing her education at the University.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved science. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took some courses in genetics and biology along with a few basic classes.

Fortunately, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t have to keep a job since, before her desertion, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl had made some very smart financial investments early in her life that made Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

Herself individually fairly wealthy- and my income only helped to bolster our financial health.

We’re even more than Gates Foundation wealthy now.

Our house and cars were paid for and her college fund was fat with lots of extra money left over on a monthly basis.

As an only child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried her best not to let our wealth make her into a bitch or anything, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm thought that was mostly due to how her parents raised Al Fātimah Al Naåīm

– Always kind and helpful to those who were in need.

That was pretty much our prevailing philosophy as a family: helping others is helping yourself.

Waiting for the right opportunity to help me was a hard test in patience.

That opportunity did finally arrive, however, in the most unexpected way.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had just gotten back from shopping with some friends on a beautiful Spring day.

The sun was out, the sky was clear and there was every good reason for just about anyone to be positively beaming with joy at the wonderful weather.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put down her shopping bags just inside our foyer, though, the inside of our house seemed more like a mausoleum than a home.

The lights were off and no one was there to greet Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, even though she’d seen my car in the garage.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called out to see if I was awake, but I didn’t respond. She figured that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm should go check up on me and make sure that I hadn’t slept the day away.

It was such a beautiful day!

Why on Earth would anyone hide indoors on a day like that?

“Durgesh?” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm called down the hallway that led to my room.

Still I didn’t reply.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got closer to my bedroom door, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could hear the muffled sounds of my TV.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got directly to the door Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was able to decipher those sounds and recognize them for what they were: I was fucking one of her extremely beautiful Musalmān girlfriends. Again.

I’d been doing that a lot lately.

I just couldn’t bring myself to start dating again.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s ever horny immensely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girlfriends never let me.

They always kept my immensely active ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund engaged into their beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choots and even into their ever smart young Musalmān ass.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm understood it that it was the physical need of both her Musalmān girlfriends and mine too.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had found me in various states of undress a few times already, passed out while fucking her beautiful young Musalmān girlfriends.

Most of the women I fucked were who looked a bit like her Ammi, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

It was just whatever tickled her fancy.

Over the last few months Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had learned a lot more about my sexual interests than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had ever wanted to know.

Like, who wants to know that their father’s favorite sexual position is doggy-style?

But what could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do?

Scolding me about it might embarrass me, which might cause me to withdraw from Al Fātimah Al Naåīm further, and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm certainly didn’t want that.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently knocked on my door to see if I was awake.

Still no reply.

The door was slightly ajar.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm pushed it open quietly and was less than surprised at what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found.

Sure enough, there was I, sprawled out on my bed, completely naked, with her one year younger girlfriend, Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, impaling herself with my ever infamous ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

We both were so exhausted in our warm sex sessions that we also blissfully passed out and oblivious to everything around us.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, however, was still entirely buried into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams was straddling me on top of me.

Shaking her head, I moved towards the TV to shut it off.

“Allah! Oh, God, Durgesh! You feel SO fucking good inside me! Fuck me, Durgesh ! FUCK ME!” the starlet on the television shouted gleefully. Glancing up at the screen, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see that she looked a lot like her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl.

Which also meant that she looked a lot like Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, because Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was damn near a clone of Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was her age.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just stared dumbly at the screen for a minute as realization dawned on her.

I was actually not fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams.

I was actually fucking her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Al Jāsiyah Al Shams resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, so much that everyone misunderstood Al Fātimah Al Naåīm and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams were twins.

This was the third time that week that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had caught me like this, fucking Al Jāsiyah Al Shams, but it looked like I’d finally found something that hit a little closer to home.

“Babygirl, you feel so fucking good!” the male actor told his “daughter” as he fucked her from behind. “Durgesh‘s got a big load for you.”

“Fuck, Durgesh! Yes! Cum inside me! Cum inside me like you do with Ammī!” the Musalmān girl who had more than a passing resemblance to Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cried out.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm shook her head as though snapping out of a trance and quickly hit the TV’s power button.

What had Durgesh turned into?

What kind of man had he become after Ammī deserted?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm totally got it that men need release, from time to time, but how had I changed so much in such a short period of time?

For the last year Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had pretty much taken her Ammī’s, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl’s place in every way except one… and now it seemed that I might be in utmost need for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm to fill that other forbidden role, too.

“Allah! God, I miss you, Durgesh,” She muttered as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm turned around to regard my passed-out form. “What happened to you?”

As was perfectly natural, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm guessed, her eyes fell upon my spent ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund as it was still buried entirely into Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young twenty eight years old Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot. Even when it was buried entirely, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund looked to be pretty big.

“Allah! Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Good Lord,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm whispered in disbelief, “how in the hell did Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl handle that thi-” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stopped herself in mid-sentence.

What the hell was Al Fātimah Al Naåīm saying?!

That was Durgesh!

“Snap out of it, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm! Just… let’s just leave the man in peace, okay?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm went to the bed, focusing her attention on the towel in my hand, and carefully took it from me.

I didn’t even stir.

The towel was… stiff in some parts.

Allah! Dear God, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was holding my cum-rag that was stiff with my dried semen and Al Jāsiyah Al Shams’s vaginal Musalmān juices.

Trying to take the high road, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm prepared to gently drape the well-used towel over my large ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and deliberately ignored the fact that there was still a small amount of pearly-white seed flowing from my bulbous Hindu cockhead.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no blushing virgin.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had seen male plumbing before, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm have to admit: Durgesh’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was practically a work of art!

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm stared at it in awe for a moment before Al Fātimah Al Naåīm got herself together and covered it with the towel.

As Al Fātimah Al Naåīm started to leave my room, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm caught a glimpse of herself in Ammī’s old vanity mirror.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was wearing a thin summer dress and her long, brown hair was hanging softly over her shoulders.

Her cheeks were slightly flushed, too, but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm tried to ignore that even as she realized something: that girl in the porno could almost be her twin!

They had the same large Musalmān breasts.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s had smaller areolas.

The same curvy Musalmān buttocks.

Their tiny-looking Musalmān pussies were both completely hairless, the same toned thighs and arms.

Yeah, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm finally admitted to herself, I was definitely fucking to the fantasy of having sex with her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, still now.

Or maybe it was just an analog of her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, when she was young that he was fucking her.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm didn’t really know.

And Al Fātimah Al Naåīm wasn’t sure how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm felt about it just yet.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gave her sleeping, naked, cum-spent Durgesh one more long look and then quietly walked out of my room, pulling the door closed behind her.

When the door closed a bit louder than Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had intended, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm cringed.

My voice immediately came from inside my room.

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm?” I said sluggishly. “Is that you?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a deep, calming breath. “Yeah, Durgesh. It’s me. I just got back from shopping with some friends. I’m gonna go take a dip in the pool and then supervise dinner. Come out whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay,” I said softly and then said nothing more, presumably so that I could continue to sleep.*

While Al Fātimah Al Naåīm changed into her bikini in her bedroom, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm found herself looking at her reflection in her bedroom mirror once more.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was naked as a jaybird and turning this way and that, eyeing her extremely beautiful young Musalmān curves critically. Were we really that similar, that porn actress and I?

Maybe her butt rode a little higher and was a little smaller.

It was hard to tell with having only seen her on the TV screen for a her Moment or two.

But the resemblance was indeed hard to ignore.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just couldn’t believe I was watching that.

Was I really thinking about Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, my own stepdaughter, in a sexual way?

Why not?

Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan herself was my stepdaughter and now Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan was my ever infamous live in relationship partner.

Wasn’t Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan?

Almost every stepdaughter of mine has expressly refused to accept me her stepfather.

I was always ‘Durgesh’ for them.

Even if they called me ‘Dad’, it was only a sarcasm always.

Durgesh is already living in relationship now with his countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Doesn’t he?

Everyone of them is now proud mothers of Durgesh’s sons.

Aren’t they?

All of them claim Durgesh is the ever best husband for them.

None could take care of them as Durgesh did ever.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm couldn’t wrap her mind around that possibility.

It had to be Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl I was thinking of.

But, a small part of her mind insisted: what if it wasn’t?

I had been fucking a lot of her Musalmān girlfriends who resembled her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, lately.

Maybe Al Fātimah Al Naåīm’s doing so much around the house was causing me to transfer my feelings for Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, onto Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

Until now Durgesh has fucked his entire countless Musalmān stepdaughters.

Durgesh is still fucking them daily several times.

Why can’t Durgesh fantasize to fuck Al Fātimah Al Naåīm too if her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, is not available?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was no psychology major, but that did sort of make sense.

Should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm discourage it or should Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just let it slide and wait for me to get it out of my system?

If Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waited, how long would that take?

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just didn’t have the answers to those questions.

All Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could do was rely on her instincts and hope for the best.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew well enough to be certain that I would never cross a line uninvited.

That was for sure.

I was a loving, gentle person.

Even when I was angry, I never got mad or lost control.

I just… wallowed in my self-confidence, more than anything.

Sometimes I’d stare at the TV for hours on end or spend the night surfing on the ‘net.

It broke her heart to see me so crushed by her Ammī’s absence, which was part of why Al Fātimah Al Naåīm worked so hard to do the things she did.

In my current state Al Fātimah Al Naåīm seriously doubted that I would work up the energy to do it myself.

Besides which, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm loved me.

What kind of daughter would Al Fātimah Al Naåīm be if Al Fātimah Al Naåīm just did nothing while I slowly fell to pieces?

That wasn’t how Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been raised, after all.

“Helping others is a gift to yourself,” Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, always said.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm put those thoughts aside and got her bikini on.

Once Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was out in the pool, after swimming for a few minutes, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm did notice something odd, though.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm glanced up at my bedroom window, she noticed that I was watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm from it.

I wasn’t jacking off or doing anything perverted like that.

I was just watching Al Fātimah Al Naåīm.

When I saw Al Fātimah Al Naåīm looking up at me, I gave Al Fātimah Al Naåīm a soft smile and waved before receding back into my room after Al Fātimah Al Naåīm waved back.

It was a rare thing to see me smile and Al Fātimah Al Naåīm would’ve done anything to see it more.*

Later that night, as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was getting finished with cooking dinner, I came into the dining room wearing my normal attire of sweat pants and a t-shirt and sat quietly at my normal place.

I remained quiet as Al Fātimah Al Naåīm piled some spaghetti on my plate and brought it to me, having made a plate for herself already.

When Al Fātimah Al Naåīm set the plate down, I looked up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with this peculiar expression on my face.

“Sweetheart, about earlier today… I noticed that someone had covered me up while I was passed out. I… I’m guessing it was you. I’m really sorry you had to see me like that.”

“It’s okay, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said. “I’m a big girl now and I know what men do to relieve themselves. It’s perfectly Natural. Just eat your dinner. Maybe later we’ll watch a movie later or something.”

I shook my head.

“Thanks, Sweetheart, but.. well… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, just.. I need to explain something to you-”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm gently placed a hand on my shoulder and said,

“Durgesh, you don’t need to explain anything. I get it. You miss my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, I miss her, too.”

I shook my head more emphatically.

“No, you don’t understand, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. It’s not just that. As you know, this weekend will be the anniversary of her desertion. I’ve taken some time off from work to just, well… deal with it. I’ve had a lot of stuff bottled up lately and I need to tell you a few things that you didn’t know.”

Seeing the look of seriousness on my face, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm took a seat close to me and gave me her undivided attention.

“What is it, Durgesh?”

I took a deep, cleansing breath and let it out slowly.

After a Moment of steeling my nerves, I said,

“Well… it’s not just going to be the anniversary of your mother’s desertion. You see.. the day before she left us we learned that she was pregnant. We hadn’t told you about it yet and, when she left us, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t bear to put you through more pain and loss. So Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I kept it a secret.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm let out a gasp of surprise at hearing this.

“What? Oh, Durgesh! That’s… oh, I’m so sorry, Durgesh ! Your Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea! Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew something was bothering you, aside from missing my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl,, I mean, but… oh, you poor, poor man! All this time you’ve been carrying that around with you?”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I know, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I should have told you, Sweetheart,” I said solemnly, “but Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t stand to…”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm smiled at me sweetly and tried her best to let her feelings of love and compassion be evident.

“It’s okay, Durgesh. Never mind. I forgive you completely. You were only trying to protect me. I totally understand.”

I took a deep breath of relief and closed my eyes.

Then I looked down sorrowfully at my hands and said,

“The hell of it was that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I was REALLY looking forward to being a father again. Your Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, and I had been trying for a long time, y’know? And when we finally got the news that she’d caught, we were just so damned excited. But now… now all of that is lost.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm could see the sadness in my eyes and her heart damn near broke into a million pieces.

That was the one piece of the puzzle Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had been missing.

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm had no idea that Her Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was pregnant when she deserted, but now that Al Fātimah Al Naåīm knew, everything made a lot more sense about why I was so despondent.

Oh, her aching heart!

What could Al Fātimah Al Naåīm do to help put me back together?

Her mind began to whirl with ideas, thoughts and solutions.

“Oh, don’t say that, Durgesh ! You’re not exactly over the hill, you know. You could meet someone and still be a father again.”

I was already shaking my head, immediately rejecting that idea.

“No. It just… it wouldn’t be the same, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Your mother… she was something special, Sweetheart. More than you can possibly know. And you look so much like her, more and more every day, that it’s just… Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t fall in love with some other woman and have another child, Al Fātimah Al Naåīm. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I couldn’t do it and look you in the eye. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I had felt like I had, I dunno, cheated or something. She was the perfect mate for me and you… you’re our perfect combination, the best parts of both of us. Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, I just couldn’t, not with someone who isn’t her.”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm frowned slightly at that with deep compassion.

“I… I understand, Durgesh. I do. I just hope that, someday, you’ll be able to get past it.”

“So do I, honey,” I said with a small, wan smile. “So do I. There’s just not another woman on the planet like her.”

“Except for Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, that is,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm added.

I glanced up at Al Fātimah Al Naåīm with a curious look.

We stared at each other for a Moment, her mind still spinning with ideas.

Suddenly, like a grenade exploding in her mind, one thought leapt to the surface.

“Maybe… maybe the solution… Durgesh, I don’t like seeing you in pain like this. It’s not fair. You deserve better. My Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, was taken from us, but…”

“But what?”

Al Fātimah Al Naåīm steeled herself for what Al Fātimah Al Naåīm was about to say. “…but a part of her is still alive, in a way.”

“Al Fātimah Al Naåīm, what in the world are you talking about?”

“Me, Durgesh,” Al Fātimah Al Naåīm said.

The look of confusion didn’t leave my face, so Al Fātimah Al Naåīm continued.

“I’m still here. And I’m half my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl. Maybe if we did artificial insemination or something.. maybe get a surrogate mother? Her egg, your sperm- at least SOME of my Ammī, Al Kħadījah Al Kamāl, would be in there. I mean, it’s Spring time! What better time of year to start a new life than now, right?”
Chapter 30

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 28

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a qatulū almusharikīn

Chapter 28

The New Order taking place

one more Suraiyā Jamāl

I stayed there with my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund buried inside her, enjoying the feeling of her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī twenty eight years old young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot embracing every inch of my hard Sixty Six years old Hindu flesh.

I eased it out to the tip, then plunging it back inside started fucking her.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed as I hammered away on her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot.

“That’s a good father in law!” Åbbās yelled, “Take your Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot ! That’s your Musalmān Choot now! isn’t it?”

“Yes!” I moaned in agreement as I continued my Hindu assault on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“It is my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, joined in, “Anytime you want it! Anyway you want it! Your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān Choot is all yours!”

“Pull her fucking hair! Really give it to her!”

I grabbed the end of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s sweat soaked hair and pulled back hard on it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped and lifting her head from the chair arched her back.

That caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to enter her at a different angle and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, screamed,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! Oh my God! Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, Durgesh, you’re fucking your Bahū Bégum so hard and I love it!”

“That’s it, just fuck her now!” Åbbās moaned, “As hard as you can! Fuck her until you cum!”

That was going to be much longer as my never tired legs were refusing to shake and I could not feel my balls gathering for release yet.

Letting Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hair go, I grabbed the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass and spread them open to better enjoy the view of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund tearing into her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

My eyes fixed on her young Musalmān ass that was filling my nude Hindu male lap constantly nonstop.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cried out in surprise and Åbbās moaned,

“Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah! even I didn’t think of that.”

I moaned at the sensation of feeling my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund sliding through the thin Musalmān skin between Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass and pussy and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s squeals of delight were telling me she loved it as well.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rose up and bracing her hands on the back of the chair, rocked back and forth, shoving my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund even deeper into her.

I was fucking her so hard my balls were slapping against her twenty eight years old young Musalmān Choot and she was now wailing continuously as I hammered away on her hot little Musalmān box.

I cried out as she contracted her Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot and young Musalmān ass around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, milking it as I fucked her.

I gasped at the feeling of my hot Hindu cum flowing up through my cock and began moaning in between each thrust.

The moans turned to whispers and after several more savage pumps, I cried out and buried my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Hold it!” Åbbās called out.

Like they did in the movies I squeezed the base of my cock, moaning at the effort to hold back my cum.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slipped off the chair onto her knees and grabbing my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd surrendered to me completely.

I released my cock and cried out as a tremendous spurt of cum erupted onto my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s waiting Musalmān Choot.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, jerked my cock, and the next spurt struck her deeper.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned her face so I would get that side as well.

I stood there, moaning and watching, as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, used my spurting ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to fill her twenty eight years old Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot completely.

I heard a gasp and turned to see Åbbās pumping his cock fast and hard.

He cried out and a long thick spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock.

I released a whisper as the last of my load oozed from my spent cock.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly leaned forward and taking it in her mouth caused me to cry out as she sucked hard enough to get a couple of more drops from me.

Next to us, Åbbās moaned and almost fell back into his chair as the last of his cum splattered onto the floor near the chair.

Exhausted I sank to my knees onto Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare back and stared at her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān face.
I started to try to get up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shoulder and leaning over said in my ear, “If that’s the worst that happens, it’s okay, Durgesh.”

“I…I didn’t mean to.” Åbbās said, causing me to look at him in surprise. “I really just wanted to watch.” Looking directly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, he added, “I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, well take your sorry ass out of my house, you got what you wanted, you twisted fuck, now go!”

And she didn’t want me to start up?

Åbbās stared at us and standing; pulled his pants up over his still dripping cock.

To my relief he backed away from us towards the door.

“I’m going, but lady, you have to be kidding to say I’m the twisted fuck. The two of you went at it like porn stars. I was just an excuse for you sickos’ to have at it.”

He had continued to back away and was now next to the front door.

Reaching behind him to grab the handle, Åbbās laughed,

“Hey, you should be thanking me; I gave you the chance to break the ice!”

Opening the door he stepped through it and slammed it shut behind him.

The second he left I should have felt a sense of relief, but instead my body started to shake and I felt as if I were going to pass out.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked,

“Durgesh, are you okay?”

“I…Oh, my God, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What the hell did we just do?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t answer right away, instead her eyes stared into mine and she seemed to be waiting for me to say more, when I didn’t she said softly,

“We did what we had to.”

I asked,

“What about you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, are you okay?”

“I’m okay,” she nodded then gave me a tired smile,

“Hell, two orgasms and fucked by a guy as utmost experienced as more than twice your age is many women’s idea of a good time.”

“But not if it’s their father in law.” I said, “Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what about Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq?”

“Well…”

“And,” I continued, my voice cracking, “What about us?”

“First of all, we are not going to tell my husband. I told you that when we started.” She rolled her eyes, “I think you know why.”

“But…”

“Durgesh, neither of us got hurt. The whacko even said he was sorry about what he did to us, there is no reason for Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq to know, all it will do is freak him out.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “I guess you’re right, but we, I mean…I…”

“Durgesh, it’s okay.” Tossing the shirt away, she slid over and put her arms around me.

I was aware of her tits pressing into me and the fact we were totally naked.

It hadn’t bothered me a few minutes ago, but now that it was over I felt like it should.

Still, it felt good to have her arms around me and I hugged her back tightly.

“Listen, my ultimate Hindu husband.” She said in my ear. “We did what he wanted so he wouldn’t do worse. You and I just went through a tough experience and you were amazing during it, but now you’re scared and that’s okay, but don’t worry about what we did, it’s why we’re okay now and like I told you, we were just acting out…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I paused, then went ahead with what was really bothering me, “Were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, kept her arms on my shoulders, but eased back until she was looking at me.

“What do you mean?”

“You know, I mean I know we had to, but you were really into it and some of the things you did he didn’t ask for and you seemed calm and…” I shrugged, “You still seem calm you even made a joke about it. So were you acting?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd smile,

“Were you?”

“Huh?” I asked, caught off guard.

“Were you acting my ultimate Hindu husband? Because you sure didn’t need much coaxing once we got going and at the end you couldn’t fuck me fast enough.” I started to smile and she made it worse with her next question. “So, do you really wanted to fuck me?”

“I…um…” I couldn’t keep looking at her and turning my head whispered, “Yes, but it didn’t mean I wanted to do that, I…it was just kind of…”

“I wanted it too. More than you did.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

I turned back to look at her and started to speak, but she put her finger to my lips.

“Durgesh, like I said this was a bizarre situation and maybe we were so caught up in doing what we had to adrenalin took over and we got into it, or maybe this perv was right and we wanted each other. One way or another, there is a lot to talk about, but we’re both exhausted and not thinking straight so this is what I want you to do.”

Pointing down the all she said, “I want you to go take a long hot shower and go to bed.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, no way can I sleep! I…”

“You’re coming off one hell of an emotional rush, you’d be surprised. Now do as I ask, if nothing else lay there and rest your body. I’m going to,” she frowned at the puddle of Åbbās’s cum on the floor. “Clean up and do the same thing.”

“The maid will clean up,” I told her.

“No,” she kissed me on the cheek, “Just get some rest.”

I sighed and stood up.

As I did my cock ended up directly in front of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face and she winked,

“No, there are worse things.”

She turned away after she said it blushing again.

I headed down the hallway to take a shower.

I entered the bathroom and turning on the hot water, went to get in when I noticed there was no towel.

Leaving the water running, I left the bathroom and opened the door to the closet to grab a couple.

When I closed the door, I glanced down the hallway into the living room and saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was sitting on the chair.

She was still naked and I saw she was on her cell. Who the hell would she be calling right after that?

I felt my stomach twist at the thought Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq may have called to say he landed and a wave of guilt flowed though me.

Putting my head down I went into the shower and tried to wash away the shame of what we had done.

No, it wasn’t the shame of the act that was bothering me, but the simple fact that we had enjoyed it.*

I jumped at the sound of a car door in the driveway and sat up, my heart pounding.

I looked out my partially open bedroom window and sighed when I saw it was Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq coming home.

I had come to bed an hour ago and had been drifting in and out of a troubled sleep filled with alternating visions of fucking my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, then being confronted by my friend who had found out we had.

I let out a deep breath and lay back on the pillows.

As it had since I’d come to bed the visual of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blowing me entered my mind, followed by a montage of images from our incestuous romp.

I kept hearing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saying how much she wanted me, but told myself it was the heat and stress of the Moment. However, the look on her face when we were doing it…

“Please stop it,” I whispered inwardly, “Just shut it down!”

I closed my eyes and tried to think about work, anything to keep from thinking about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I had just started to nod off when I heard the distinct click of my door opening.

My eyes snapped open and I saw Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entering the room.

She closed the door behind her and walking over to my bed, looked down at me,

“Can’t sleep, my ultimate Hindu husband?”

“No.” I said.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing her robe from earlier and sitting on the edge of my bed, she put her hand on my chest, “Neither can I.” she paused, then added, “I want to talk to you.”

“Sure.” I started to sit up, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pushed on my chest.

“Stay where you are.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, climbed onto the bed and grabbing the sheet, pulled it off of me, exposing the fact I was naked beneath.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “I’m…”

“Not like I haven’t seen it.” She said with a smile. “And my ultimate Hindu husband you have nothing to be ashamed of.” To my surprise, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was already growing and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, nodded approvingly.

“Hmm, that’s a good sign for me.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what are you….oh.”

I gasped as she reached down and stroked my rapidly stiffening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“Durgesh, I…want you.” She whispered. “And I have a confession to make, I…I’ve wanted you for a while now.”

“You…you do?” I managed as she stroked me faster.

“I do, I don’t know who Åbbās was, but honey he was right, I’ve been teasing you and trying to get you to want me. I was scared when he first started tonight, but when he said you watched those movies I…” leaning down she kissed me softly,

“I decided I would give you everything those young Musalmān women gave their Hindu father in law in the videos and hoped you would want more.”

Sitting up, she released my now erect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and untying her robe, slipped it from her shoulders, revealing those perfect young Musalmān tits and that amazing fiery red Musalmān bush. “So my ultimate Hindu husband, do you want more?”

“We…we shouldn’t.” I whispered as leaning over she teasingly trailed her long red hair against my chest and stomach.

“That’s not the question. Should doesn’t matter anymore because we already have, now it’s about do you want me the way I want you?”

Her lips were now brushing my stomach and I placed my hands in her soft red hair. “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.” I said simply.

“Will never know. We won’t tell, just a little secret between a naughty Bahū Bégum and her equally naughty Hindu stepfather in law.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tossed her hair over her shoulder so I could get a clear view of her lips trialing towards my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. “You going to be my naughty Hindu stepfather in law?”

She reached my Uncut Hindu Lund and I moaned as she kissed the head before taking it into her beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth and bobbing her head slowly.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, God,” I moaned, “I’ll be anything you want me to be!”

“Good answer,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed as she removed me from her mouth. “But a little different this time.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, took me back into her mouth and with a sigh sucked me slowly, taking me about halfway each time, before working her soft lips back to the tip.

I ran my hand along her back and reaching her ass, slid my hand down between her legs.

My fingers found her wet pussy, then her swollen clit.

As she took her time sucking me, I rubbed her clit in slow circles.

“Hmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hummed while taking me deep into her young Musalmān mouth.

We continued to take our time enjoying each other, then Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat up and bracing her hands on my chest swung her leg over my hips so she was straddling me.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd rocked back and forth and I groaned at the feeling of her wet pussy rubbing along my lower stomach just over my yearning Uncut Hindu Lund.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned over and began to move side to side, playfully sliding her nipple across my lips.

She laughed, when reaching up, I grabbed her tits and holding them still kissed one nipple, then the other.

“Yeah, nice and easy this time.” She said, and then hummed when I sucked on her left nipple.

She leaned away, taking her nipple from me, but sliding back placed her pussy against my cock.

She rocked up and down, sliding my hard Hindu flesh between her wet Musalmān labial lips.

I released a proud whisper and with another laugh she rose up and reaching back, guided me into her.

Unlike last time she lowered herself slowly, allowing us both to enjoy the sensation of every inch of my hard Hindu flesh slipping inside her young Musalmān Choot.

When I was completely buried in her warm moist Musalmān Choot, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and moved her hips slowly riding me.

Leaning down, she slid her arms underneath mine and kissed me.

Again, unlike before this kiss was soft and sweet, her lips lightly caressing mine.

She hugged me close to her as she continued to kiss and wrapping my arms around her slender waist I pulled her even closer to me.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her lips from mine and nuzzling her face into my neck began kissing me gently just under my ear.

“Oh, that’s nice” she cooed, “Out there we fucked and I loved it, but this time, nice and easy, this time we love each other.”

Her words caused a lump to grow in my throat and even as I worked my cock slowly in and out of her I felt a wave of emotion come over me. Love her. That’s what we were doing, we were making love.

As if reading my thoughts, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, continued, “That’s right my ultimate Hindu husband, what can be wrong with this? A Bahū Bégum and stepfather in law simply choosing to use their bodies as well as their hearts to love each other? This isn’t wrong my ultimate Hindu husband; it just brings us closer together.”

As good as her words sounded and her body felt pressed against me, I repeated my greatest problem with this. “But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …”

“I love him too and I can love you both.” She moaned softly as she began rocking faster and coming down harder on my cock. “He travels so much now; you can take care of me in every way when he’s gone.”

She playfully flicked my ear lobe with her tongue,

“You going to take care of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my ultimate Hindu husband? You going to keep her company and show her how much you love her?”

“Yes.” I told her and before I even realized I was going to do it, I wrenched my shoulder off the bed and twisted our bodies, pushing Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to the side.

She yelped in surprise, and then moaned in delight as we rolled over and I was now on top of her, looking down at her as I pumped my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in and out of her wonderful Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

“Oh, this is so nice!” she told me.

She smiled up at me and taken by how beautiful she was I lowered my lips to hers and as she had done, wrapped my arms beneath her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put hers around me as well and began lightly trailing her nails across my back.

She wrapped her long legs around my waist, drawing me even deeper inside her and moaned,

“I love you my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“I love you to,” I told her as I gently made love to her.

I buried my face in her neck and kissed the soft creamy flesh between her neck and shoulder.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was moaning softly in my ear and had begun to move her hips in perfect rhythm with mine.

Although I had had sex with countless Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Musalmān girls over the last couple of years and been soft and sweet with them, I had never made love like this before recently.

But then again had I ever loved any of them the way I did my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s moans in my ear were driving me crazy and even as slow as I was going I could feel my body beginning to tremble as it prepared to cum yet again for my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

Sensing my body tightening, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered,

“That’s it my ultimate Hindu husband, let me have it inside this time. I want to feel my ultimate Hindu husband cum deep inside me.”

Her words pushed me over the edge and unable to help it I started pumping faster and within seconds I moaned loudly in her ear as my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund erupted inside her.

“Ohh, that feels good, my ultimate Hindu husband!” she groaned as I continued to fill her with my hot Hindu cum.

I moaned as she began clenching her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān Choot around my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund , milking every last drop deepest into willing Musalmān flesh.

When my spent cock had no more to give, I started to push up, but hugging me tightly, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, whispered, “Stay right here, let me hold you.”

I let myself relax against her and sighed contentedly as she played with my hair.

I could feel my cock growing soft inside her and she purred in my ear as she held me.

My head jerked and I realized I had started to doze off, while lying there, still inside her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked up at me and smiled,

“See, a sensitive Bahū Bégum knows what her ultimate Hindu husband needs, now how about you lie on your side and I’ll curl up and spend the night with you?”

I smiled and nodded.

I rolled over on my side and a Moment later felt Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, press her warm nude young Musalmān body against me.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits pushing into my chest and she slipping her arm around my waist pulled me further against her.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was once again into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd lay on her back pulling me on her nude young Musalmān body.

Kissing my back, she said softly,

“Go to sleep my ultimate Hindu husband, we’ll figure this all out tomorrow okay? From now on I’m your bed myself. Just lie on me enjoying me as you damn please!”

“Okay.” I murmured already slipping off into sleep, “Love you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”
“Love you too, my ultimate Hindu husband.”*

I opened my eyes and with an effort lifted my head.

Blinking to clear my vision I focused on the alarm clock and saw it was just after midnight.

The last time I looked at the clock it had been just after ten thirty.

I was so tired; I could barely keep my eyes opened, but wondered what had awoken me.

I heard the sound of my door click and realized Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s arm was no longer around me.

I sat up to see her just leaving my room and started to speak, when I heard the sound of a car door, next to my window.

I turned my head and felt my stomach lurch as I saw Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s car backed in and his broad back as he pulled the suitcases from the trunk.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I called out, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s home!”

“I know honey,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned in the doorway to face me and help up her phone. “I had this in my robe and he called a few minutes ago, his flight was delayed then cancelled, “You must have really been asleep not to hear it ring.”

“But…I mean you were just in bed with me and…”

“Easy, my ultimate Hindu husband,” she put her hands up, “He called first and I’m going to go meet him in the living room, why on earth would he think we were in bed together?”

“I…” I shrugged, “I’m just careful about what we did and…”

“Don’t be. Durgesh, that’s the best thing about this, who would ever think anything as going on, even Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I wasn’t convinced, but didn’t reply.

Instead I swung my legs off the bed and grabbing a pair of jeans off my end table, stood and slipped them on.

“Why don’t you stay in bed, my ultimate Hindu husband?” You’ll see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq in the morning.”

“I want to see him.” I said as I made my way over to her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked nervous for the first time and asked,

“You going to be okay? You can’t say anything about Åbbās or…”

“I know.” I told her not wanting to admit I wanted to see Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq because I was doubtful she might mention Åbbās.

I heard the door in the living room and went to go out there, when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped me.

“Let me go out there first. Give me a minute before you come out so it doesn’t look weird.”

I nodded, but as she walked down the hall, quietly followed her staying a few feet behind her.

When Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, entered the living room, I stopped and hovered just past the doorway so Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq couldn’t see me from that side of the room.

“Hey sweetie, sorry about your trip.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“Hey sexy!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq exclaimed, “Tell you what, you’re damn sight finer looking than the jerks I was meeting up with!”

I heard a thump as Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq dropped his suit cases then the unmistakable sound of them kissing.

I gave it a few seconds then entered the room.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was hugging his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tightly as they kissed and my heart skipped a beat at the thought of where my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s mouth had been not more than an hour ago.

“Hey Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

“Hey Dad!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, pulling away from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Sorry I woke you up.”

“No worries.” I told him as I made my way over

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq clapped me hard on the shoulder, but frowned as he looked at my face.

“You okay, Durgesh? You look kind of pale, feeling alright?”

“Well…”

“My poor ultimate Hindu husband got one of those migraines.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, cut in, “So he went to bed early,” touching my cheek, she asked, “You feel any better?”

“Yeah, a little.” I went along with her.

“Shit, I feel bad you got up.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq frowned.

“I heard a car door, and it was late, so I…uh….just wanted to make sure it was you.”

“That’s my Hindu stepfather!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq gave my shoulder a painful squeeze, “You really look after your Bahū Bégum, don’t you?”

I felt as if I had been kicked in the stomach, but managed to come up with a smile,

“Yup, have to be the man of the house when you’re gone right?”

“Damn straight.” He laughed and put his arm around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “You have to make sure your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, here isn’t letting those good looking young guys slip in here when I’m away.”

“Oh, please.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed.

Then, giving me wink, said,

“Don’t worry, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, my ultimate husband takes damn good care of his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd when you’re not here.”

Her remark caused me to begin to alert and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq shook his head,

“Wow, now you’re flushed and you’re sweating. Why don’t you head back to bed, Dad. I’m beat and I’m heading to bed myself.”

He grinned at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Maybe not right to sleep, but right to bed.”

“Um, yeah.” I said, trying not to think about the fact my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to have sex with him after what we had just done. “Good night, guys.”

“Night, my ultimate Hindu husband,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, then laughed, “No kiss goodnight for your Bahū Bégum?”

With a resigned sigh, I turned around and kissed her on the cheek, as I did she whispered, “Please don’t worry, he won’t know.”

I nodded and without realizing I was going to do it, gave her a quick hug.

“I love how close you guys are.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said, making me feel even worse than I had before.

As I walked away, he reached out and giving me a playful shove said, “Get some rest, we have to do the yard tomorrow.”

“Okay, night Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.”

I slunk into my room and knowing I couldn’t sleep, sat on my bed.

I was thinking of trying to read when I heard Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq walk past.

Wow, they weren’t kidding about going right to bed.

Of course that meant Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was looking to get laid and I cringed at the thought Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was going to let him.

I heard their door close and found I couldn’t get my mind to stop racing, she wouldn’t really would she?

I frowned as it dawned on me I had to know. Getting up, I quietly opened my door and padded down the hallway.

The bathroom light was always left on and I closed the door partway so they wouldn’t be able to see my shadow beneath their door and moving as quietly as I could made my way over next to their door.

“Can you believe it?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I allowed a small smile to cross my face at the thought of how thin their door was and how they had never known how many times I had eavesdropped when I thought they had a surprise for me or I was in trouble.

“Believe what, that he wanted it? You were the one who started this whole thing.”

My smile disappeared at her words.

“No, I knew he wanted to, that’s why I had you start playing Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, what I can’t believe is you were right and it had to be plan B.”

“He’s a good man and it was never going to happen, even if I point blank offered.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “Besides even though I know it was mean, it was hot as fucking hell!”

“Yeah it was.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq agreed, “And you were right about that being the only way it could be that nasty,” he laughed again, “You were fucking hot Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Damn hot!”

“So was my ultimate Hindu husband.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, replied, “He manned up just like you knew he would.”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh my God! I slowly sank to my knees telling myself I wasn’t hearing them right or they were talking about something else.

“Hey, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began his voice softening, “Thanks for that, you don’t know how long I have had that fantasy. Hell, I wanted to lick you clean after he fucked you. I could taste it, but…”

“I know, I’ve heard about it for years.” She told him, “Besides it’s not like I didn’t enjoy it. Tell you what Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq; I’m glad I didn’t throw your ass out like I wanted to when you first started talking about this.”

“That makes two of us!” he laughed again, “And it being nice and nasty was exactly what I wanted.” There was a Moment of silence and he asked, “So, you get what you wanted?”

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed, “Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he melted right into me, it was so sweet, so…” she purred, “so sexy!”

No, no, no, I kept thinking over and over again, I had to be dreaming.

“No hesitation?”

“None, and sleeping with him felt wonderful.”

“So…” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq began, “Do you think maybe we’ll all be able to…you know, together? The thought of you between Durgesh and me…”

The three of us? My friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, with me and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, together?

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had wanted someone else?

What nonsense?

“Yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd answered, “But not right now; let’s wait until you go away a couple of times. Give him the chance to be really comfortable with me.”

“Okay.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq sighed, “I guess I can’t complain, tonight was fucking hot. Speaking of hot, why don’t you take that robe off and spread those sexy legs of yours?”

“Ohh, a third load, sure you got it in you, old man?”

“You’re going to have it in your mouth you keep talking like that.” He told her.

“I’ve had plenty in my mouth tonight.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “And my pussy.”

“Well when have you ever gotten enough?”

“Hey, I didn’t say no!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and I heard the bed squeak as she jumped onto it. “Come and get it my ultimate Hindu husband.”

“Spread your pussy.” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq told her, “Show it to me.”

“Fine, but it sounded better with that stupid gizmo you were using in that mask.”

“Yeah, halfway through me started wondering if the batteries were going to last, Durgesh used that two years ago.”

I slumped against the wall and put my hand to my throbbing temple.

This was some kind of sick joke it had to be.

“You want to lick my pussy, honey?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from within the room.

“Damn straight I do.” I heard the bed again and a Moment later, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned softly, then laughed,

“Hmm, you don’t mind getting my ultimate husband’s sloppy seconds?”

My eyes widened and as it dawned on me that there was no mistake what had happened, I heard the sound of a slap and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq cry out,

“Ow! What was that for?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed, “That was for trying to have sex with me after you gave me to your sex wonder Hindu stepfather, Durgesh! It was already decided that once Durgesh fucks me, you’d only lick clean my Musalmān Choot and Musalmān ass. No sex anymore between us, Åbbās! I’m your Ammī now.”

I was dumbfounded.

I couldn’t believe they tricked me to fuck Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

I never consented.

Nevertheless, they never accepted their defeat.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was one more Suraiyā Jamāl.

Chapter 29

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 26

a qatulū almusharikīn

Chapter 26

The New Order taking place

Ignoring him, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slid her hands up my chest one more time and then taking my face in her hands, leaned forward and pressed those soft full lips to mine.

I whispered as she kissed me, and then gasped when she leaned further and I felt her nipples pressing into my chest.

Although my lips hadn’t responded, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned in her throat and working her arms around my shoulders pulled me closer to her.

She kissed me harder, and then whispered against my face,

“Kiss me back, my ultimate Hindu husband, and put your arms around my waist, remember, just like the movies.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, returned to kissing me and this time I tentatively returned it, my lips pushing against hers.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred again and worked her lips back and forth across mine.

As I started kissing her harder, I put my arms around her waist and placing my hand on her warm back slid it up through her long hair.

“Hmmm-mmm,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, encouraged as her lips pressed hard against mine.

She rocked side to side causing her hard nipples to slide across my chest and whispered,

“Close your legs.”

I did as she asked, and she swung her legs onto the chair on either side of mine so she was straddling me on the chair.

“Nice touch, hey Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you guys sure you haven’t done this before!”

I tensed up at the sound of his voice and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly, “Just me, my ultimate Hindu husband, just focus on me. You’re doing just fine.” She returned to kissing me and I gasped when her tongue darted out and pushed against my lips.

I parted them and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed as her tongue entered my mouth and caressed mine.

She was now rocking front to back, grinding her hips in my lap and even through her thong and my shorts I could feel the heat between her legs.

Her hard nipples were poking into my chest and she was now moaning softly as her tongue played against mine.

“Yeah, work him up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Bet it isn’t the first time he’s been hard for you!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s hands had slipped between us and were rubbing my chest again and I felt a sense of the surreal come over me as my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me the equivalent of a lap dance while some guy with a gun watched.

“Grab her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass!”

His tone was firmer than before and recalling his words that he was done playing, I dropped my hand down Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back until I was cupping the cheeks of her beautiful Musalmān ass.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gasped when I gave them a hard squeeze and so did I at how firm her Musalmān ass really was.

She ground harder into my Hindu male lap and I had no doubt she could feel how hard I was.

We were both sweating and it added to the sensation of our now slick chests rubbing together.

“Okay, enough making out, Durgesh, tell your Bahū Bégum you want to fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sat back on my nude male Hindu lap, and once again I cupped her breasts.

I stared longingly at them, but couldn’t move.

“Let’s go Durgesh!” I was aware of movement and saw him get up.

Coming over, he pushed the lamp off the end table and sat on it, so he was only a couple of feet to our left. “Say it!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,….can I…”

“I said tell her, don’t ask her!” he said forcefully. “You’re taking your Bahū Bégum, not asking permission!”

Just like the movies, I told myself, but remained silent.

I jumped as leaning over, Åbbās swung his hand and slapped Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s ass, hard.

She cried out and I immediately blurted,

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund in to your young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot!”

“Oh, perfect!” he laughed.

“Yes, my ultimate Hindu husband!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said softly and leaning forward pushed her right tit into my face.

Feeling like a drowning man going down for the last time, I kissed it.

“Oh, yes.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, purred and started rocking again.

“You like your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately kissing your Musalmān tits, you little Musalmān slut?”

“Oh, yes!” she moaned as I swirled my tongue around her hard nub, “I love my ultimate Hindu husband, kissing my Musalmān tits! I want him to have anything he wants!”

I switched and as I kissed on her other nipple, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wrapped her arms around me and played with my hair.

“Kiss it; I want to see your lips on that nipple.”

I made a show of tracing a slow wet circle around Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s swollen Musalmān flesh.

“Yeah, that looks good.” Åbbās said softly, “The two of you look hot together, shit I jerked off watching at the pool today and this is even better!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my wrist and brought my hand to her other breast.

I rolled her nipple between my fingertips and her moan sent a shiver through me.

Either she was one hell of an actress or…

“Pinch it! Make her squeal!”

I shook my head around her nipple, but when Åbbās raised his hand to slap her ass again, I gave her a hard pinch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped, and with a laugh he said,

“Do it again.”

I did as he said and she yelped louder this time.

I took that nipple gently into my mouth and started playing with the other.

Without him asking I gave it a light pinch, but Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, yelped as if I had done it much harder.

“You getting nice and wet Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” he asked, “You all worked up grinding on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund?”

“Yes,” she moaned as I continued to work her nipples.

“Is he hard for his friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Oh, very hard.” She purred causing me to excite.

“Hey Durgesh, she right? You nice and hard for your slut Musalmān Bahū Bégum?”

“Yeah,” I moaned around her nipple as she started moving her hips in circles around my trapped ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

“So you got your hot Bahū Bégum almost naked and willing to do anything you want. What do you want her to do, Durgesh?”

I knew what he wanted me to say because the image of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, on her knees at the pool surged into my mind.

I envisioned the Bahū Bégum father in law fantasy movies I had watched and thought of those fathers in law getting blow jobs from their horny Bahū Bégums.

But they were actors, not real blood and…

“Answer me, what do you want Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to do for you?”

I had leaned away from her nipples and looking up into her face, saw she was as flushed as I was and her red hair was beginning to stick to her sweat slicked cheeks.

Again she gave me a wink,

“Go ahead, my ultimate Hindu husband, tell Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd what you want.”

“You want her to suck your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, don’t you? Want her to get on her knees and use that nasty beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth on you.”

“Yes.” I said simply.

“Not good enough, tell her!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I want you to…”

“Better!” he snarled.

“Get on your knees and suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” I snapped, my nerves lending force to my words.

“I’d love to.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with a convincing smile.

She slid off of my lap and stood in front of me, before making a show of slowly dropping to her knees.

“I’ve been dying to suck my ultimate Hindu husband’s ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.”

“Bet you have, you pig!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her hands on my chest and tongued my nipple. Another shiver went through me and I moaned when her right hand dropped into my lap and squeezed my aching ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund through my shorts.

“Hard?”

“Oh, yes.” She purred, “Nice and hard for your Bahū Bégum, aren’t you my ultimate Hindu husband?”

I looked into her green eyes as she tongued my nipple.

I could feel her soft Musalmān tits against my stomach and moaned,

“Oh, yes. I’m your ultimate Hindu husband, my Musalmān Bahū Bégum!”

“Then let’s see it! Get his pants off and suck that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head, her tongue trailing down my stomach. As she licked and sucked the skin just above my waist band, she deftly unsnapped my shorts and pulled my zipper down.

My body was trembling as she reached around to my sides and pushed my shorts and underwear down.

“Lift up.”

I lifted my hips and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly tugged my pants down past my knees.

My swollen ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund sprang free and Åbbās exclaimed,

“Fuck, he is hard! A perfect ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund for a perfect young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot.”

Even though he should have been my main concern, I was more caught up in Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s reaction to my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her green eyes not only widened, but she ran the tip of her tongue across her lips and whispered,

“Oh, goddamn. Allah! Måshā’Allah! SubħānAllah!”

I looked down and felt a sick thrill go through me at the sight of my fairly sizable Uncut Hindu Lund, hard and dripping inches from my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face.

“You like that ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he mocked, “You want to taste your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?”

“I…” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, started to reach for my Uncut Hindu Lund, and then stopped. “If he tells me to.”

“Wow, have you played this game before?” He clapped his hands again, “You heard her, Durgesh.”

I avoided looking at him and staring down at my Uncut Hindu Lund positioned in front of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I lost all form of control, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put my Uncut Hindu Lund in your immensely beautiful young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.”

“Stroke it first.” He told her, “I want to see you play with it.” He looked over at me, “That okay, Durgesh? Wouldn’t it be better if Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd teases you a little?”

My answer turned into a groan when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my Uncut Hindu Lund at the base and gave it a squeeze.

I moaned again as a thick stream of pre cum squirted out and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stroked me.

My hips jerked when she reached the sensitive head and rubbed her palm across it, getting a handful of my sticky Hindu fluid.

She worked her now slick hand up and down and at this point I was barely aware of our perverted captor sitting next to me, all I could focus on was the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s slender fingers wrapped around my thick, glistening Hindu shaft.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought her other hand up and I whispered as she massaged my balls while stroking me.

Her eyes were fixed on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and were wide and bright.

There was a look on her face just like the Musalmān women in those movies, a look of desire.

“How’s your ultimate Hindu husband’s hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund feel?”

“Amazing,” she said quietly.

“It’s a nice big one isn’t it? Bet it’s harder than your ever incompetent Musalmān husband’s.” He laughed, “How’s that feel Durgesh? You like getting a hand job from Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“I…Oh!” I moaned loudly as sitting up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund go, but grabbing her Musalmān tits, wrapped them around it.

“Your slutty Musalmān Bahū Bégum is into this!” Åbbās shook his head, “I didn’t even think of that! Go ahead and tit fuck her.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had already started to bounce causing my hard Uncut Hindu Lund to slide between her soft young Musalmān tits.

I moaned and thrust my hips watching her Musalmān tits get wet from my oozing Uncut Hindu Lund. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, lowered her head and the next time my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid through flicked her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue across the head.

“Oh!” I moaned, causing a laugh from beside me.

I thrust my hips hard and parting her lips, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let the head of my Uncut Hindu Lund slide between them.

I gasped at the sensation of her soft Musalmān lips and strained to push harder, to get it further into her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

“Tell her, Durgesh.”

“Oh, please suck my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I whined, “Please don’t tease me, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Man, the two of you can’t even pretend anymore can you?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, released her Musalmān tits and once again grabbing the base of my Uncut Hindu Lund, slowly teased her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue around the head before opening her mouth and taking me deep into it.

I cried out at the incredible feeling of her warm wet Musalmān mouth as she engulfed my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I gasped at the feeling of her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips wrapped around the base of my Hindu shaft, then again at the feeling of her Musalmān tongue sliding out across my Hindu balls.

“Look at that! Your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Bahū Bégum’s a hell of a Uncut Hindu Lund sucker!”

I could only moan as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly withdrew my Uncut Hindu Lund from her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān tongue was working back and forth across my Hindu shaft and her soft Musalmān lips were pressed hard to my aching Hindu flesh.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the tip then bobbed her head in a slow steady rhythm.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! Oh, my God.” I moaned which caused another laugh from our audience.

“Tell her you like it!” he said, “Tell her to keep doing it!”

I groaned,

“Keep sucking my Uncut Hindu Lund Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, just keep sucking it!”

“Hmm” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned around me.

Her green eyes were fixed on mine and I noticed she was rocking back and forth as she blew me.

Åbbās noticed as well.

“Check that out Durgesh, your Musalmān whore of a Bahū Bégum is getting off on this! I bet she’s soaking fucking wet! Am I right, Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, popped my Uncut Hindu Lund from her mouth and purred, “So, wet! I love sucking my ultimate Hindu husband’s Uncut Hindu Lund!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, placed her Musalmān tongue alongside my Hindu shaft and slowly licked the length of it down to my balls.

Ducking her head she took them in her mouth and I cried out in pleasure as she sucked on them.

“Little pig! Your Bahū Bégum’s a pig, Durgesh, and you love it, right?”

“Yes!” I said, “Oh, damn, oh, that feels good!”

I didn’t care. Nor, if I were being honest, did I really care this was my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Even the fear of what Åbbās would do next was fading from my mind.

All that mattered now was my smoking hot Bahū Bégum’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān tongue was working its way up my Hindu shaft and I was yearning for her to take it back into her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, reached the top and sticking her tongue into the slit of my Uncut Hindu Lund, pulled it back, taking a trail of my Hindu pre-cum with it.

“I’m supposed to think you’re acting? Damn straight you wanted to blow your ultimate Hindu husband!”

As she had since we started touching, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, didn’t even look over at him.

Instead, she slurped the thin line of my sticky Hindu juice back to its source and opening her Musalmān mouth wide, engulfed just the tip of my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

She sucked hard and I cried out at the feeling of a spurt of my pre cum squirting from my cock.

She moaned and bobbed her head along my Uncut Hindu Lund.

I was breathing hard and at this point our intruder was completely forgotten as I watched my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, blow me.

Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was moaning each time she took me deep into her mouth.

My hips were rocking and I could feel my thighs starting to tremble as I could feel myself starting to get close.

“Put your hand on her head, just like you’ve thought about.”

No longer feeling the slightest urge to consider what he said, I placed both hands on the back of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s head.

She focused her eyes on me and gave me another wink as I wrapped my hands in her long red hair and pushed and pulled, guiding those amazing Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān lips up and down my Hindu shaft.

“Tell her to suck it faster.”

“I…” I closed my eyes and tried to focus through the pleasure I was receiving from the one female Musalmān mouth in the world I shouldn’t be in. “G…go faster.”

“Better than that!” Åbbās raised his voice for the first time in a while, “Tell her, and treat her like the fucking pig she is!”

Those last words had finished with what sounded like a moan and looking over I was shocked to see him rubbing his cock through his black sweat pants.

I could see from the bulge he was as hard as I was.

My attention was brought back to my cock as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had slowed her sucking down to a tease.

I pumped my hips, but she pulled her head back as I did, not allowing me to push it deeper into her mouth.

I moaned and now desperate to cum, snapped,

“Don’t stop! Suck my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!”

“Yes!” Åbbās cried out next to me, “More, like she’s your Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut, because she is!”

“Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund!” I moaned and shoved her head down harder, “Suck my Uncut Hindu Lund, you dirty Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān slut!”

Even as the words came out of my mouth, I couldn’t believe I’d said them, but between my legs, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, not only obediently bobbed her head faster, but was moaning even louder as she did.

She was stroking me as well, her hand following her lips and jerking my Uncut Hindu Lund as she blew me.

“Just like that!” I groaned, “Keep sucking me, I want to cum!”

“I love it!” The words came from next to me, “Now fuck her extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stopped moving her head and wrapping my hands tighter in her hair, I thrust my hips off the chair, ramming my Uncut Hindu Lund down my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s seemingly very willing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouth.

“You like that slut?” he asked, “Like your ultimate Hindu husband fucking your mouth with that big Hindu dick? You dream about this?”

“Hmm-mm.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, moaned.

She was easily taking my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund and as I pumped it into her mouth began to move her head, driving me even deeper down her throat.

I gasped for breath as I could feel cum building within my balls and getting ready to race through my cock.

I sensed movement next to me, and turning my head, saw Åbbās had shoved his sweat pants down and now had his large hard cock in his hand.

He was pumping it slowly, his eyes fixed on my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sucking me off.

As caught up in the desire to cum as I was, my eyes sought out the gun and saw the handle sticking out near his hip, where he had moved it.

There was no way, even with him jerking off, I would be able to move that fast.

His cock being out caused his presence to disturb me for the first time since Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had gotten to her knees.

I was struck by the image of him telling Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, to suck him next and..,

I gasped as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rubbed my balls, and sucked even faster.

I had slowed my hips, but when Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my balls harder and squeezed I pumped them wildly.

I released a long moan at the sensation of my Uncut Hindu Lund getting ready to go off.

“That’s it.” Åbbās cried out, “Durgesh, Cum in that little red headed whore’s, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s, Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān mouth! Give her what she wants! Give your twenty eight years old, young, extremely beautiful Bahū Bégum what her impotent Musalmān husband can never give her. Only you can, Hindu Scoundrel. Anant Muslimātchod Hindu, only you can. Oral Sex is strictly prohibited in Islam. Haha! The entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies who love to suck a male organ and enjoy it in their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass, haven’t another option except to greet your ever infamous among Musalmīn, Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into their utmost beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān mouths and into their even more beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān ass. Almost the entire beautiful Musalmān houseladies die to have oral and anal sex. Since their ever moral Musalmān husband can never provide them these forbidden fruits, they are crazy to enjoy your Anant Muslimātchod ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund. Enjoy all of these young, extremely beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī ardent Musalmān bitches. Hahaha!”

Chapter 27

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 25

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Chapter 25

The New Order taking place

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, must have heard me walking past her, as she turned around, her eyes wide, and stammered,

“Uh, hey Busherah. Hold on okay?” pulling the phone from her ear, she asked, “I thought you were going out back.”

“I want the flashlight.” I walked into the dining room and pulling open the drawer in the hutch pulled out the flashlight, as I turned it on to make sure it worked, I asked, “Who are you talking to?”

“Busherah from next door,” she placed her hand over the phone, “We were talking about how she’s planning a party for Lalit.”

“Oh.”

I walked past her and heading for the door, heard her call out,

“Hey Durgesh, they’re not coming home tonight and the reason she called was she couldn’t remember if she locked the back door, can you check for her?”

“Yeah, sure,” I answered while going back outside.

I walked across the lawn staying close to the house and feeling like a fool, but wanting to be careful, I ducked my head when I reached the fence so if anyone was on the other side they wouldn’t see me.

I had just reached the corner of the fence when I thought I heard footsteps moving up the driveway of the house next door.

I turned the corner in a crouch and flashed the light up the long driveway, but all I saw was the third floor’s Toyota parked in front of the garage.

Still staying close to the fence, I walked along the length of the drive way until I reached the corner where the fence joined that of the house behind ours.

I looked over the fence at our house and figured this was about where the guy I saw had been standing.

Even with the shade down, I could just make out Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, standing in the middle of the room and I could only imagine the view the creep had gotten when the window was open and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was in my lap.

I shined the light into the backyard and across the pool, and then quickly brought it up as I swore I saw movement along the fence across from me.

I swept the light across the length of the yard, but didn’t see anything.

Maybe I hadn’t seen anyone, after all I couldn’t make out any details, just a shape, could have just been a trick of the shadows from a lit room.

Shutting off the flashlight I walked across the driveway and as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had asked me to do, checked the back door.

It was locked and now walking normally along the fence I crossed the lawn and entered the house.

“You were right,” I said as I walked into the living room, “There was no one…”

I stopped in mid-sentence at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sitting on the couch.

She had her hands folded in her lap and was looking at me.

Her eyes were wide and she seemed to be looking past me.

“Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?” I took another step towards her, “You okay?”

“Your Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s just fine,” a deep voice said behind me, “In fact, she’s real fine!”

I spun around and dropped the flashlight at the sight of a large man dressed all in black, including, despite the heat, a ski mask, leaning against the wall.

“Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā!!” I exclaimed, “Who the hell are you?”

“If I wanted you to know who I was, I wouldn’t be wearing a mask, now would I?” he shrugged, “But seeing we’re going to get to know each other pretty well, just call me, I don’t know, Åbbās will do.”

Even through my shock, I noticed the guy’s voice was weird, abnormally deep and sort of mechanical.

Again, my mind working faster than I would have thought it could, I was reminded of the voice distorter I had bought at the Halloween store a couple of years ago when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had dressed as a ghoul.

“Durgesh, sit down.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, softly from behind me.

“Yeah, Durgesh,” Åbbās pointed at the recliner, “Go sit down.”

“Damn you.” I snapped, taking a step towards him, “You better get the hell out…”

“Durgesh!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, called out, “Listen to him! He…”

She stopped, but I didn’t need her to finish the sentence as Åbbās lifted his sweatshirt to show the handle of a gun protruding from his belt.

I stopped in my tracks and he nodded.

“Good boy, trying to stick up for your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, but why don’t you listen to what she says and take a seat?”

I looked over at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who nodded at me and started to go over to sit next to her on the couch.

“In the chair.”

I hesitated and Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, pointed, “Go over there, Durgesh.” She gave me a forced smile, “It’ll be okay, just do what he says.”

“O…okay.”

I walked over and sat down in the recliner and Åbbās laughed,

“You do listen to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, my, don’t you?” he pointed over at her, “Then again, I would have done anything your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, wanted if she looked like that.”

Neither of us said anything and looking over at me, he asked, “You like how your Bahū Bégum looks, Durgesh?”

“I…” I couldn’t answer.

Between the situation itself and this guy asking me what I thought of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I had no doubt he had been staring at us and…

“I asked you a question.” Reaching down he tapped the handle of the gun, “See here’s the deal, we’re going to have some fun tonight, Durgesh. In fact I bet you’re going to have just the kind of fun the two of you have been dying for.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, “Look, you have my wallet and I told you there’s no more…”

“You speak when spoken to.” Åbbās told her harshly. “Right now I’m talking to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked as if she were going to continue, but stopped.

“That’s better and don’t worry honey, that pretty little mouth will be busy soon enough.”

I felt a stab of anger through my stomach, “Don’t hurt her.” I told him.

“You are a good boy.” He nodded approvingly, “A real Hindu boy, aren’t you?”

“No, I…”

“Bet you wanna be your Bahū Bégum’s husband.” He laughed nastily, “Take good care of her.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked.

“Oh, please,” Åbbās waved his hand at her, “I’ve been watching the two of you. You’re real close aren’t you?”

“My husband’s going to be home any minute now.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said quickly, “You…”

“Oh, no, your lame old man is gone for the next few days. Like I said I’ve been watching and you’re a real cock tease aren’t you Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“No I’m not.”

“No? What’s with that little bikini and all those little dresses you’ve been wearing lately? And funny how much you like to show off for your old Hindu man! Hell today I thought you were going to blow him by the pool!”

He had been watching us!

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, shook her head, and said,

“I don’t like what you’re trying to say.”

“No? You don’t like hearing the truth? That you want to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, you little Musalmān whore?”

“Hey watch…” I began, but stopped when he swung around on me.

“And you’d love it if she did, wouldn’t you? Probably jerk off to her don’t you?”

“You’re sick.” I told him, but could feel myself excited.

“Me? I’m not the one who wants to fuck my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” He laughed loudly, “But I’m going to like watching you fuck yours.”

“What?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I both exclaimed at the same time.

“You heard me; I told you we were going to play a game. I’ve been watching and I want to see you both get what you want, each other.”

“I…I don’t want to…”

“Oh, you do.” Åbbās told me, “And hey, I don’t blame you, she’s fucking hot! Pretty, nice Musalmān body.” He pointed at me, “You want to fuck that oung Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān body, don’t you?”

Before I could answer he turned to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Take your robe off.”

“I won’t!” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, declared, “You…” she stopped when he tapped the gun.

“Listen to me both of you; you will do what I say.” He pointed at her, “You, you little Musalmān slut are going to fuck your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately,.”

“I won’t do it!” I yelled, “You…”

“Fine,” he said with a shrug, “Then I’ll tie you up and you can watch me fuck her. But I figure the other way we all get what we want.” He turned back to Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, “Now, take off your robe.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t,” I said, shaking my head.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared at me for a Moment, then standing up, reached down and untied her robe.

I looked over to see Åbbās watching her.

He had pushed himself away from the wall and was now standing behind the chair between the couch and where I was sitting.

He was too far away for me to leave the chair and reach him before he would see me.

The best I could do was hope that he wasn’t really going to hurt us and the only thing he wanted was…My heart skipped a beat when my stunned mind finally acknowledged the thought he wanted to watch my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, have sex with me!

Across from me Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had untied her robe and let it fall to the floor.

I saw what she had on beneath it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a black bra the cups of which were lace and even from across the room I could see the shadow of her nipples behind the thin material.

The bra was accompanied by a matching black thong that was little more than string with a patch of lace between her legs.

“You always wear lingerie when you are home with your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately?” Åbbās asked, “You still going to deny it?”

“I like feeling sexy.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said with her head down.

“Oh, you’re sexy alright, isn’t she Durgesh?

He turned to me and when I shrugged, raised his voice, “Answer me!”

At that volume his voice sounded even stranger and I was sure he was using some type of voice box.

That thought disturbed me because it meant it might be someone we knew.

He had said he’d been watching us.

My thoughts were cut off when I saw him take a step towards Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.

“Yes, she’s sexy.” I blurted out.

“Good boy.” Åbbās lowered his voice, “See, that’s all I want tonight, some honesty from both of you.”

He pointed at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,

“Turn around, show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, that fine Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass of yours.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, hesitated long enough for him to sigh and reach for his waistband, then bringing her hands up, placed them in her hair and raised her arms over her head.

As she took her long red hair up with her hands, she turned around slowly, and despite our frightening predicament, my eyes immediately found her extremely beautiful young Musalmān ass.

The thong was little more than a string between the cheeks of her Musalmān ass and I couldn’t help but notice how round and firm looking her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass was.

Sensing Åbbās staring at me, I forced my eyes upward and took in the smooth creamy skin of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s back.

Not wanting to look as if I was indeed looking more than I should be I dropped my gaze, but not before catching a quick look at the backs of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s long well shaped Musalmān legs.

“Yeah, your friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, dressed like that when you are alone at night.” He grunted, glancing my way he asked, “Hey Durgesh, you think your Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits?”

As he spoke he came around the chair and sat down in it, putting him between us.

“She…she’s my friend Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and I…”

“I know who she is, now answer the question.”

“You’re sick, you know that right?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked him as she turned back around to face us.

“You’re wearing Victoria secret and sitting on your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband’s lap and I’m sick?” he laughed, “Okay maybe I am, but I can admit it. Now shut up, so Durgesh can answer.”

Play a long; I told myself, something will happen to get us out of this.

“Uh, yeah she has a nice chest.” I answered.

“Nice chest? What are you twelve? Tell me you think your Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, has nice Musalmān tits.”

“My…Bahū Bégum has nice Musalmān tits.” I said softly, looking away from her as I spoke.

“Ever see them?”

“No.”

“Look over here when you speak.” Åbbās demanded.

When I did as he said he asked,

“Want to see them?”

“No!” I exclaimed.

“Liar, you stare at them all the time.” He wagged his finger at me, “Remember I’ve been watching and whenever she isn’t looking at you, you’re fucking gawking at her. Now I told you the rules are you answer honestly and do what I say. Now tell me you want to see your Bahū Bégum’s Musalmān tits.”

“Just say it, even if it’s not true.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Just give him what he wants.”

“Just what I want?” The mask had a thin film over the eyes to protect them from bad weather, but I could sense him rolling them behind it. “But, whatever, that’s some good advice from your slutty Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, over there, you just play along.” He paused, “So, Durgesh, want to see Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits?”

“I…okay I guess.” I muttered as my heart started pounding at the thought I really wouldn’t mind seeing them, but could think of a thousand better scenarios to do so.

“Better than that!” he shouted, “You two aren’t stupid and you know what I want so fucking give it to me! You both want it, so act like you do!” he put his hand on the gun and looking at me said, “Now answer my question like one of the kids in those stupid porns you watch when their Bahū Bégum wants to fuck them.”

I felt my heart skip a beat at the same time my face flushed deep red.

How the hell did this guy know what I watched on my lap top?

I always had my blinds down, had he hacked us somehow?

Worse was the stunned look on Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s face when he said it.

“I’m waiting.”

Closing my eyes and taking a deep breath I said, “I really want to see my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s Musalmān tits.”

“Ask her, I bet she’ll show them to you.”

“Enough. “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said.

“A minute ago you said play along.” He told her. “Listen to your own advice. Now go ahead Durgesh, ask Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd to show you her pretty Musalmān titties.”

I looked helplessly at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, who after looking into my eyes gave me a slight nod.

“Go ahead, Durgesh, it’s okay.”

” Durgesh, what happened to Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā?” he laughed.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stared hard at him and again I wondered how close this guy had gotten to us to know this.

“Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā,” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, while still looking at him, “Your Bahū Bégum will do anything for you, all you have to do is ask.”

“Oh, I like that!” he clapped his hands.

Gesturing to me, he added,

“Now that should make you stop being such a wuss, follow Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s example and let’s go.”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” I began my voice trembling, “C…can I see your Musalmān tits?

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s answer was to reach behind her and unhook her bra.

I could feel my pulse pounding in my temples as she slowly slid the straps from her shoulders and after a brief pause, tossed the bra on the floor.

“Oh.” I whispered unable to help it at the sight of my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Musalmān breasts.

They were even more amazing than I had envisioned them.

They were large.

They were high and proud.

Her Musalmān breasts were smooth and milky white with the only color being the light pink of her nipples.

I noticed her nipples were hard and barely heard Åbbās whistle,

“Damn, your Bahū Bégum’s got some nice Musalmān tits, doesn’t she?”

“Yes.” I said without thinking as my eyes stayed focused on her nipples.

“Now is that anyway to show your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, your Musalmān tits? Come on, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, show those babies off!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, sighed and cupping her Musalmān tits, lifted them higher. To my surprise she started caressing her nipples with her thumbs and I saw she was breathing heavier as she did.

“That’s it! But I think you’re too far away, go over to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, and let him get a nice close look at them.”

Still holding her Musalmān tits up, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slowly walked over to me.

I sat there gravely as she stood between my legs.

Her tits were little more than a foot from my face and to my amazement I felt my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund stiffening between my legs.

Again I lowered my eyes, but only to be confronted with the smooth skin of her stomach and worse, the patch of lace between her thighs.

“You like those tits, Durgesh?”

Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

“Tell her you want to squeeze and play with them!”

“I…I can’t!”

My words came out in an angry whisper as even with an armed intruder sitting ten feet away from me, I couldn’t imagine my lips on those nipples.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you better talk to your ultimate husband, a Hindu husband, ultimately, because I’m getting ready to take over for him and fuck you myself.”

Releasing her Musalmān tits, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her hands on my shoulders and leaning over, placed her lips at my ear.

“Durgesh, listen to me. This guy is mentally sick, but I think if we do what he wants, we’ll be okay.”

“But…” I trailed off at the sight of Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s tits now inches from my face.

“Durgesh, he’s armed and I don’t want to give him a reason. I…if I have to do something dirty tonight I would rather it be with you, not him.”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I whispered and honestly at that point I felt I was trying to convince myself of that fact.

“I know and that’s why he’s sick, this is what he wants and…” she paused when that deep voice called out,

“As much as I like looking at that fine Musalmān ass, you better get Hindu Scoundrel to play along, before I show him how it’s done.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, tensed up, but her voice in my ear was calm.

“Durgesh, do you really watch those videos?”

“I…yes, I…I’m sorry Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but that doesn’t mean I want…”

“Then what we’re going to do is pretend we’re in one, okay?” she caused me to gasp when I felt her tongue graze my ear. “You and I are going to play our own game; we’re going to act like strangers playing a dirty game and do what he wants.”

“I don’t think I can.” I said even as I felt my now hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund straining against my shorts.

“Just think of me as a sexy young Musalmān woman and not your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” She said, “You can do it, Durgesh, you have to. I’m ready to have your ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into my twenty eight years old young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot but never that bastard’s. Never!”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq …” I whispered.

“Will never know, no one will, just our little secret.” This time it was her lips that touched me, placing a soft kiss just below my ear. “Just relax, let me take care of you and we’ll worry about everything else later, okay?”

Let me take care of you.

Those words were spoken in that purr she had been using lately and a soft moan escaped me when her lips again found my flesh, but this time lower on my neck.

“Times up! Either he fucks you or…”

“How about he gives his Bahū Bégum a nice kiss first?” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, asked, looking back at him, “Cut the kid some slack and let me get him relaxed, okay?”

“Kiss?” he paused, “Fine, but take his shirt off first.” He laughed, “That way you can be nipple to nipple.

Reaching down, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, grabbed my shirt and whispered, “Come on, Durgesh, arms up!”

Trying to do as Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had said and pretend, I did the best I could to forget about the stranger in our house and lifted my arms up for her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, slipped my shirt over my head and after giving me a wink, started rubbing her hands up and down my chest.

“Oh, my ultimate Hindu husband has been working out hasn’t he? Hmmm” she purred, “Is the rest of you as hard as these muscles?”

Behind her, Åbbās clapped his hands and called out,

“That’s much better! You’re a real sport Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd! Course we all know this is what you wanted anyway!”

Chapter 26

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 24

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Chapter 24

The New Order taking place

She laughed,

“I love when you are harsh at me, shows you’re still sweet.” The smile left her face and pointing at me, she said, “Take your shirt off and come swimming with me.”

This time it sounded as if she were making it an official demand and she started to tug on my shirt again.

I refused to move my hands and with a frown she grabbed my forearm and started to pull it upwards.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stop!” I snapped at her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, immediately removed her hand from my arm and staring up at me asked, “What’s the matter, my dear ultimate husband? Why are you mad?”

“I…” deciding to be honest, or as much as I dared to be I blurted out, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, don’t you think that suit is a bit much?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, narrowed her eyes and looking down at her chest, shrugged, causing her ample tits to bounce fetchingly, “What do you mean?”

“It’s…Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, you’re showing an awful lot.”

“Do I look bad?” she asked and to my dismay, stood up in front of me.

I was now confronted with her perfect Musalmān tits at eye level as well as the sight of her flat hard stomach to which she had recently added a ruby stud piercing in her naval.

I had the absurd urge to lean forward and kiss her stomach, but instead fought to keep my voice steady as I said,

“Not at all, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, in fact, ummm…maybe you look too good. Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and his friends were all but drooling over you.”

“I know.” She smiled, “I love it.”

“You…”

“Yes, Durgesh, it’s a turn on to have guys staring at me and getting worked up. Just because I’m twenty eight doesn’t mean I’m dead. I work hard to stay in shape and I like being rewarded for it.”

“But Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq ….”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq likes it too.” That sly smile returned, “He loves knowing these kids look at me, he likes me showing off.”

“Did…did you guys just talk about that?” I asked her.

“Why would you ask that?” for the first time, since I had come out there she looked serious.

“Well because, you weren’t dressing like this last month.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was silent for a Moment, then smiled, but this one seemed normal, “You’re a smart man Durgesh. “Yes my husband and I had a talk when he started traveling because I know a lot of guys his age who do start fooling around and picking up women and hookers and…”

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq would never do that.” I told her. “He loves you, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“I’m glad you see that.” She told me, placing her warm hand on my cheek. “My husband and I are very much in love and we love you too. We would never do anything that would hurt each other, only things we would…” she paused as if trying to think of what she would say next, “Enjoy.”

“Enjoy?”

“We’re a family and we should do things as a family. We should love together and have fun together, even if it seems odd.”

“What are you talking about?”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, frowned and it hit me she seemed as if she had said something she shouldn’t have.

“Well I mean me dressing like this. When we spoke, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq said I was very sexy and he wished I would show it more. He said he likes it when guys check me out so I’ve been flaunting it a bit.” She looked down at me and shrugged, “So since it makes me happy you should just go along with it.”

“Umm, okay.” I said, trying to get off the awkward subject.

“Hey, Hindu Piyā, my ultimate husband, can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” I said.

“Do you think I’m sexy?”

“You’re my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.” I told her, “I don’t see you like that.”

“No? Right now you don’t think I look good?”

“You….” I tried to speak around the growing tightness in my throat. “You’re beautiful Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Thank you!” she smiled, “But that’s not what I’m talking about. I want to know if you think I’m, you know, a young woman?”

The thought hit me like a slap in the face.

That was all this was about.

I felt a wave of relief flood through me.

That could even explain her wanting more attention and affection from me.

I was no longer her father in law’s friend which to her was another sign of her intentions.

This didn’t address my own issues of seeing her exactly how it appeared she wanted to be seen, but if this was a crises then it was just a phase and soon she would go back to normal and I would too.

Taking a chance it wouldn’t be the wrong thing to do, I managed a low whistle and smiling shook my head,

“You’re the hottest, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I know, you could be on those web sites!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and after kissing me affectionately on the cheek said, “Hey what web sites? What are you looking at on that lap top of yours?”

“I…” again I smiled, but she waved her hand.

‘I don’t care, Durgesh. You’re a man actually in this household to keep my four young mothers in law satisfied sexually,” she touched my chest again “And an impressive one at that. You want to watch porn go for it,” she winked, “I watch it all the time!”

“Oh,” I nodded, “Uh, okay.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, leaned forward until her tits were inches from my face and putting her lips so close to my ear I could feel her breath said,

“I like to watch those sites you’re talking about where the young Musalmān women my age have sex with Hindu guys your age. In fact I was thinking of it when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was staring at me, thinking about what he would do to me.”

“T…tmi again,” I laughed.

“And again, I guess I’m supposed to be dead,” she sighed softly in my ear and beneath my hands my aching Uncut Hindu Lund twitched.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put her arm around me and surprised me by giving me a hug that left her young Musalmān tits pressing against my wide Hindu male chest.

“I love you, Anant Muslimātchod Hindu.” She whispered.

“I love you to.” I replied trying not to think about the warm pleasant sensation of her chest.

She leaned back and I asked,

“What’s with calling me Hindu Piyā, ultimate husband?”

“Aren’t you? Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim you are.”

“No,” I said with a smile, “I’m not responsible for what Naåīmah Muħammad Ħasan and her Young Musalmān Lady Brigade claim about me.”

“Ohh,” she purred again, “I like that though,” she looked down and with a small smile said, “Hey Durgesh?”

“What Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd?”

“Why won’t you move your hands?”

“I…” I had no idea what to say. Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, quickly made it worse with her next remark.

“You hiding something under there?”

“No!” I exclaimed, “Just uh…comfortable.”

“Durgesh, you look anything but comfortable right now,” she pointed out. “You look cautious.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, made me even more cautious by sinking back down to her knees between my legs again.

“I’m fine,” I said sounding anything but, “Just tired I…hey!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, had grabbed my wrists and tried to pull them from my lap.

I resisted and looking at me, her smile gone, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, “Durgesh, move your hands, now.”

I fought against her another Moment, then let her move my hands.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at my hands first as if she thought I was hiding something in them, which made me feel a little better, but then her eyes dropped to my lap and I saw them widen.

I followed her gaze and had to stifle a groan at the obvious bulge in my shorts.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked at me, a small smile playing about her lips, but didn’t say anything; I was ready to blurt out an apology when I jumped at the sound of Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s voice behind me.

“Hey, what are you two doing out here?”

“Nothing!” I declared.

“We were just fooling around.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said, smiling up at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq who had come around the chair to face us.

“Yeah, that’s what it looked like,” he laughed, “Tell you what Al Fātimah Al Waħīd; you don’t want to know what that looked like from upstairs.”

I felt my face growing hot yet again; this was exactly what I had been cautious of.

Sitting back on her knees, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, rolled her eyes,

“You’re such a pervert, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, he’s my father in law’s friend for Allah’s sakes.”

“I know,” he waved his hand at us, “I’m only kidding, but I did find myself wondering if those goons next door were watching.”

“I hope they were watching earlier.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, smiled up at him, “Because then it was exactly what this looks like.”

“Guys please!” I said as, now with my cock sufficiently shriveled, I stood up. “Keep it to yourselves!”

“But it’s more fun to share.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, laughed and as I looked down saw her face was level with my crotch.

Suddenly Al Fātimah Al Waħīd opened her beautiful young Musalmān mouth and took my again hardening ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund into it.

I was shocked pleasantly.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd was sucking me madly, wildly.

I tried to step backwards.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd didn’t let me.

She kept me sucking wildly.

“What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund! What a ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund!” Al Fātimah Al Waħīd kept repeating.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq had gone already.

When?

I didn’t know.
“That’s called TMI.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said as she finally got to her feet after swallowing my entire Hindu sperm that blasted into her young Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān mouth nonstop.

Al Fātimah Al Waħīd began to walk towards the house.

I stared at Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s almost bare Musalmān ass while she walked across the deck and swore she was swinging her hips more than she needed to.

Her firm Musalmān ass had no jiggle to it at all and I swore if I didn’t know her I would think she was a girl my age in intellect at least.

“Nice Musalmān ass, huh, Hindu Stepfather?” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq asked.

I wasn’t aware of when he again joined us.

Did he see his wife sucking me?

I didn’t know.

Neither had I cared now.

“What?” I asked, snapping out of my fog and looking over at Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq.

He was smiling.

“Your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s got one hell of a Musalmān ass, doesn’t she?”

“I…I guess.” I shrugged, “She’s my…”

“Oh, please,” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq slapped me on the shoulder, “She’s your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but she’s a Musalmān woman and a damn fine one, don’t you think?”

“Um, sure.” I nodded, “Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looks good for her age.”

“For any age.” He said as he continued to watch her.

I didn’t answer, instead I watched him watch his wife, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, and thought my Bahū Bégums did make a good looking couple with me.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq was a couple of years older than Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, but except for a few grays near his temples looked much younger.

I definitely got me a lot of compliments from the beautiful girls.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq finally looked over at me and asked,

“So what was up with you and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, looked like you were giving her a hard time?”

“No, I….she wanted me to go swimming and I didn’t feel like it.”

“Why not?” he smirked, “Hot Musalmān woman wants you in the pool, you go, no?”

“If she wasn’t your wife,”

When he shrugged I paused and thought about Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s odd behavior.

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq and I had a great relationship and I’d always been able to talk to him about anything so taking the plunge I asked,

“Hey, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, can I talk to you?”

“Sure, Durgesh, what’s up?”

“Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s acting kind of weird lately.”

“What do you mean?”

When I’d first started talking he’d looked as if he were lost in thought, but now his eyes were focused on mine.

“Come on, Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, look at that bikini, she didn’t dress like before, never mind lately.”

“She didn’t because we were a kid and she didn’t want to be that Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, that the old frumpy looking Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s called a slut, she toned it down because she was a Bahū Bégum.”

“She’s still a Bahū Bégum.” I pointed out.

“Yeah but you’re the ultimate husband of the entire womankind now, Durgesh.” Putting his arm around me he continued, “Look I get it, it’s embarrassing, your best friends gawking at her, pointing her out to his friends, busting you up because your friend, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s a mature man lover and…”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said you like them looking.”

He frowned,

“You guys talked about it?”

“Yeah, I made a comment about the bikini it makes me…uncomfortable; I mean her boobs were almost falling out.”

“Well I’m glad you know you can talk to us Durgesh,” he squeezed my shoulder with his large hand so hard I winced, “I’ve always been glad that we’re a close family and I want us to be even closer, that’s why I feel like an ass with this job right now.”

“That’s okay Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, you’re doing it for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd and I appreciate it.”

“I’ll do anything for Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, Durgesh,” he said, giving me another painful squeeze, “And I hope someday you’ll do anything for me and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd.”

“Anything.” I told him, “Just name it.”

“There might be a favor I might need from you soon, but for now back to Al Fātimah Al Waħīd,” he sighed, “Look Durgesh, she’s a sexy woman and she’s at an age she needs to flaunt it and be told she is. She told me last night it drives her crazy to think those kids are jerking off to her, she…”

“She said that?” I was appalled.

“Please, Durgesh, like I said, she is a woman and honestly I like the idea of other guys wanting what I have. So, don’t worry about it. It might be a little awkward for you with your friends, but you can deal with it.”

“Yeah, well she’s being really affectionate lately too, and…” I sighed, “She’s making me a little uncomfortable.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq turned so that he was standing directly in front of me and with an odd look on his face, asked, “How so? What do you mean uncomfortable?”

Eīshān Param Brahm Paramātmā! What an idiot! What was I supposed to do, tell my friend, my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was getting me horny?

“Durgesh?” He was looking at me and seemed excited for some reason.

“Oh, well, uh…she’s kind of like hanging on me and the ways she’s dressing.”

“I still don’t see what you’re getting at.” He shook his head.

“Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq, she was on her knees and you said you knew what it looked like.” I said gravely.

“I was just kidding about that!” Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq laughed, “I knew nothing was happening.”

“But…it just wasn’t proper I guess.” I looked back up at him. “She crawled over to me, like…”

“Like?”

“I felt like I was in some type of weird sick movie.” I heard my voice crack and was surprised that I was starting to get upset.

Looking away as I spoke, I added,

“I felt like she was messing with me.”

Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq stared at me for a Moment then nodded as if in resignation,

“Okay, well seeing you’re thinking like that I’ll fess up; I was watching out the window and Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, saw me and was putting on a show for me. She wasn’t trying to make you feel weird.”

“Oh.” I said, instantly feeling better.

“And as far as being affectionate goes, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, is lonely when I’m gone, plus she misses you wanting to be close to her, so just let her get close to you okay? It makes her feel good.” He smiled, “Can you do that for me? Be good to your Bahū Bégum when I’m not around?”

“Sure.” I told him with a smile. “I’ll take good care of her.”

“Good,” he said with a wink, “That’s what I was hoping you’d say.”*

I opened my eyes at the sound of someone yelling.

I sat up quickly in the recliner then rolled my eyes when I realized it was only the TV.

I’d dozed off during the Sox game and the announcer had begun yelling when one of the Indian’s hit a two run bomb over the green monster.

I blinked the sleep out of my eyes until I could make out the score.

“Six to nothing?” I sighed and slumping back in the comfortable chair wished I’d stayed asleep.

I picked up the remote and pointed it at the TV preparing to change the channel when Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, said from behind me,

“Hey I wanted to watch some of that?”

“Why bother?” I asked, but replaced the remote on the arm of the chair, “They’re losing.”

“Don’t be a fair weather fan.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, chided, “And how come you’re not on the couch?”

She had walked around in front of me and I saw immediately why I had not picked the couch.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was wearing a short green robe that barely went down past her beautiful young Musalmān ass, leaving her long legs bare.

The robe was tied tightly around her waist, but the chest was open far enough to show almost as much of her beautiful Musalmān tits as the bikini did this morning.

When I had come into the living room I had headed for the couch, but recalling how she had been hanging all over me lately had chosen the chair.

I had definitely made the right choice there was no way in hell I needed to have her that close to me dressed like that.

“I figured I would let you stretch out if you wanted too.” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, stepped in front of me, blocking the TV and placing her hands on the arms of the chair, leaned over.

My eyes widened as I thought for a second her beautiful Musalmān tits were going to fall out, but I saw a hint of black lace.

I was still confronted with way more cleavage than was comfortable, but a bra was always a plus, especially these days.

“Aww, but Anant Muslimātchod Hindu Piyā, I wanted to sit in the chair tonight.”

She gave me the pout and as I stared at her, I took in how soft and smooth her features were even without make up and how her long red hair looked down and lying across the robe.

My eyes focused on those perfect Musalmān lips and I had to say, Bahū Bégum or not, she really was beautiful.

“I’ll move.” I said, “You can have the chair.”

I made to get up, hoping she would stand up and get her tits out of my line of sight, but instead she gave me a huge smile, “Hey, how about we both sit here!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, turned around and before I could react, sat down in my lap.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund entered between her young Musalmān buttocks immediately.

Its head was knocking now constantly at her ever enticing Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān asshole.

Turning to the side, she draped her long legs over the side of the chair and putting her arm around my shoulders laughed,

“How’s this!”

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd!” I exclaimed, “What are you doing?”

“Sitting on your lap, silly,” looking up into my face, she smiled, “It’s only fair, how many beautiful Musalmān houseladies did you let sit in your ever experienced Hindu male lap?”

“Yeah, but they aren’t my Bahū Bégum.” I told her, trying to ignore the way her robe had ridden up to show her lush Musalmān thighs.

“So, for tonight I can be your little girl.” Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, put on the pout, but more disconcerting was the way she started wiggling in my already warm Hindu male lap.

I was wearing a thin pair of running shorts and her beautiful young Musalmān ass was grinding directly on my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

Her hair was in my face and I could smell her raspberry scented shampoo.

I turned my head away and stared at her long legs, which she was now playfully kicking back and forth.

Turning from her legs, I made the mistake of looking straight down and was now confronted with a glimpse of her black lace covered Musalmān tits.

Even as to my dismay my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund started to swell I wondered why the hell she would be wearing a bra like that at night.

That thought turned into wondering if her panties, if she was even wearing any, would match.

The thought my friend’s Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s bare Panjvaqtah Namāzī young Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot could be pressing into my lap caused my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund to grow more rapidly and I wondered if it were smooth or if she would have a nice red fiery bush.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, brought me out of my improper musings when she slid further down and her Musalmān ass rubbed across my now noticeably hard ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I had to bite back a moan at the contact and hoped to hell she couldn’t feel it.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was smiling at me, but had been since she had come over.

I returned the smile as best I could and as I thought of how to tell her to get the hell off me I turned to side and my eyes widened.

The window on that side of the parlor was open with the blinds up.

There was a three family house next door and anyone looking this way would be able to see right in the room.

My Bahū Bégums were friendly with all the three couples that lived there and if they looked over what they would see is my half-dressed Bahū Bégum sitting on my Hindu male lap like a playful Musalmān girlfriend.

Even though my friend didn’t seem bothered by Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd’s weird behavior, I didn’t need the neighbors wondering if there was something a little strange going on when Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq wasn’t around.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, people can see in the window!” I told her.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, peered over and shrugged,

“Yeah, so what?”

“You’re half-dressed and…” I stopped myself from pointing out that she appeared to be all over me.

“I’m wearing a lot more than when I’m swimming.”

Well that was true, I thought dryly.

“Besides, the Chaturvedī Sheikħ’s go out every Friday night, Vikram and Raziyah on the second floor went away for the weekend and the third floor can’t see in here.” She gestured to the other side of the room that faced the street. “The blinds are down where anyone could see from the street.”

“Yeah, but still…” I glanced back out the open window and froze when I saw a tall figure looking over the fence from the yard next door.

Because the light was on inside and it was dark outside I couldn’t make out any details except to see over the fence they had to be pretty tall and their shoulders were wide, telling me it was a guy; a pretty big guy.

They were facing the window and I had no doubt had been staring into it.

“Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, let me up!” I exclaimed, sitting up so fast, I almost dumped her off my lap.

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave a startled yelp and as I surged to my feet, she managed to get hers on the floor.

She staggered slightly, catching my arm for balance and yelled,

“Durgesh, what’s the matter with you?”

“There’s…” I pointed out the window, but saw the figure had gone. “There was someone next door, staring at us!”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, walked closer to the window, pulling her robe tighter around her as she did.

Leaning over she shut the lamp off on the end table so she could see better and looked out the window. “I don’t see anyone Durgesh.”

“They were there, staring over the fence.” Walking over to the door, I slipped my sneakers on, “I’m going to go out back and look around.”

“Don’t bother, it was probably Prem from the third floor, he’s a nosebag. Wouldn’t be surprised if he were that peeping Tom people said they saw last summer.” She turned away from the window and to my relief pulled the blind down before turning the lamp back on.

“I don’t think so Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd. That fence back there is five feet and it was only up to this guy’s chest, Prem’s five seven if he’s lucky.” I grabbed the doorknob, “I’ll be right back.”

“Durgesh, don’t worry about it.” She said, and then patted the chair, “Come back and sit down,” she sighed, “If you don’t want me sitting on your lap, just say so, don’t make up an excuse to get up.”

“No, it’s…” I paused, confused, I really hadn’t wanted her there, but now I didn’t want to make her feel bad. “I saw someone Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, I swear and Al Ħabīb Al Fārūq’s not home and who knows? Maybe it’s someone who’s been watching us.”

Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, gave me an odd look, and then pursed her lips as if she were thinking hard about something.

After a minute, she nodded and said,

“Okay, go ahead, but I know there’s no one there.”

“I’ll be right back.”

I opened the door and after closing it behind me, took a few steps around towards the back yard.

I stopped when I remembered the sensor light was out in the back and quickly went back into the house to grab the flashlight.

When I opened the door, Al Fārūq Al Ħabīb’s Bahū Bégum, Al Fātimah Al Waħīd, was on the phone with her back to me and I heard her say,

“Not going to happen this way.” She paused, “So do it the other way we talked about.”
Chapter 25

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 23

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Chapter 23

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I looked at her gravely,

“I think a woman offers herself to a man only when she needs him very much.”

“So?”

“It’s not a good manner if someone needs you very much and you refuse to help him even it isn’t injurious to you even the slightest.”

“Isn’t your wife also a partner to think of in this matter?” Lubnā Al Ħamīd looked at me.

“Sure. It’s a necessity if you believe in monogamy.”

“You don’t believe in monogamy?”

“Never.” I said, “I am not built that way actually.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ab initio I am abnormal in this matter. Most of the men are satisfied sexually in this matter after only around seven minutes of sex.”

“Sure,”

“Unfortunately, or fortunately, whatsoever you want to call it, I never.’

“Allah, I’ve heard about it from my friends but I never believed it. They say the more you have sex with them the more lust you find in yourself to have sex with them.”

“That’s the truth.” I said gravely.”*

Leaving the composing room of HVSI Times’ newsroom, Bābarah Åālamgīr gave Al Jihad Al Vaqār a long look.

“It’s almost six.” Bābarah Åālamgīr said, “I’m sorry I have to leave you. I’ve a business date — got to be at the Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue in fifteen minutes.”

“You drink?”

“Not very much now, no. Yet I am not as untouched of Alcohol as Durgesh is. My profession needs me to accompany the persons I visit if they have it.”

“Durgesh never opposed it?” Al Jihad Al Vaqār looked at me meaningfully.

Bābarah Åālamgīr smiled.

“He never exerts his morals on his friends and live in relationship partners. That’s why he has so many friends and live in relationship partners. He has a tremendous respect for other peoples’ absolute freedom. He is a great man.”

Bābarah Åālamgīr had actually lied to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

Not about having a business date.

She had a business date really, but not at Paradise Bar of Jahān Ārā Avenue.

She had a business date actually with Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī.

They were sitting in silence for fifteen minutes.

The only sound in the room was the uneasy rattling, speed, of the overworked AC unit.

At one point, Bābarah Åālamgīr had walked to the wall and waved her hand to the dusty vent, dusty outlet.

There was a trace of cool air.

Bābarah Åālamgīr was leaning and staring when the door opened and the head of Sergeant Ajay Natarajan appeared.

“Just checking to see if the things were okay.” Sergeant Ajay Natarajan said.

“It’s alright,” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī smiled at him, “Nobody is watching, Sergeant.”

“How can you guarantee it, sir? Your enemies are too alert. If they can only find you are here under false disguise of a terrorist sentenced to death they can even arrange to kill you here.”

“Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī is dead for them.” Al Muħammad Al Ghāzī tried to make Sergeant Ajay Natarajan sure of his safety.

Yet he knew Sergeant Ajay Natarajan was right.

Allah, how Al Waħīdah Al Ghāzī insisted that his flagship paper must be given to Al Nādir Al Ghāzī.

How could he manage to make it conditional!

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Fa qatulū almusharikīn: 22

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Chapter 22

The New Order taking place

Durgesh Lubnā Al Ħamīd

I noticed that a shadow fell across my back.

Having turned 66 I was the man of the house now.

I turned towards the sun to see the bronzed legs of Ħamīdah, dressed in her skimpy tennis outfit.

The skirt of this particular outfit did not cover her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot when she was just standing normally.

When she reached up to serve, she was probably completely exposed.

As she towered over me, I blinked back the sweat that rolled down my brow, trying to get a better look at her beautiful body.

Her narrow ankles flared at her toned calves, from all that tennis at home and at the club.

Her thighs were on the large size, due undoubtedly again, to all that tennis.

Her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot mound was quite prominent, since my nose was just inches from it.

Could I smell the rich aroma of a woman’s, leaking Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot?

The smell of earth and plant matter from my morning work masked that rich Musalmān aroma.

The small outward curve of her tummy accentuated her wasp thin waistline.

From down here, near her exciting smelling Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot, her breasts hung over me like a veranda on a beautiful house.

From my crouching position it was easy to see why she was the main object of my many shower sessions.

Her husband, Al Ħamīd, the president of the largest bank in town got the other city father’s to give Lubnā and me this house after Al Ħamīd was killed thwarting an armed robbery at his bank.

They gave us this 3 bedroom house on the Al Ħamīd estate in gratitude for his selfless deed.

Personally, Lubnā would rather have Al Ħamīd than this house, but life does not always work that way.

Lubnā’s luscious Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān body shaded me from the meanest part of the noon day sun, as a heady aroma from her Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān Choot wafted across my nose.

Guess she worked up a sweat playing tennis on her court behind the trees, because there was a prominent wet spot in her crotch.

I reached up to wipe the sweat from my brow, when she said,

“No. Let me do that.”

Her left hand steadied my jaw turning my face towards her as she bent over, at the waist, and reached out with her right wrist and wiped the sweat from my forehead with the cotton wrist band she used when playing tennis.

Of course, this forced my face within inches of her melon sized breasts which had just been an exciting veranda.

There was a wonderful sprinkling of freckles on the upper slopes, and I could see a bit of the puckered flesh nipple before it disappeared into her lacy bra.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was hard as a rock and pushing the front of my shorts to the limit, when I heard her say in a very husky voice,

“See something you like?”

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was now running the show completely as I leaned towards her to capture one of those melons in my palm.

“Durgesh. Lunch is on! Get a quick shower and let’s eat!” Lubnā yelled from the kitchen breaking the spell that Lubnā had cast over me and my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund.

I ripped my eyes from Al Ħamīdah’s cleavage and looked into her eyes.

An expression of loss swept across her pretty Musalmān face.

She whispered,

“Another time. Durgesh.”*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār could never forget I myself showed her the tremendous newsroom of HVSI Times, when she visited.

It was a great honor for Al Jihad Al Vaqār that I was so much interested myself to show her how the utmost popular newspaper of HVSI functioned.

“I have never seen so many desks,” Al Jihad Al Vaqār said with mounting excitement.

“One thousand eight of them,” I pulled her to me using my left hand around her slim waist already, “and the newsroom is over five acres.” I scanned the room and pointed, “Look down this row to the right. About the tenth one down. You can’t miss it – it’s the only clean desk on the floor. That’s the metropolitan section.”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively?”

“For Ved Nagar exclusively.” I smiled proudly, “You know Ved Nagar is actually an infinite City that has its own City Government with several special privileges.”

“I know.”**

I got up slowly brushing against Al Ħamīdah’s thigh, hip and breast as she was firmly within my personal space and did not budge as my sweaty body rubbed against her.

Actually, I could see, hear, and feel her gasp as my shoulder and chest met her lovely, round melon Musalmān breast.

“Durgesh” from the house set Lubnā in motion as she sashayed towards the opening in the fence between her mansion and our house.

My eyes locked on those firm Musalmān globes of her, obviously toned, ass cheeks.

At the opening in the fence, she glanced over her shoulder to see me ogling her beautiful Musalmān ass.

A smirk of a smile swept across her face before she swished her ponytail and was gone.

I stacked the cinder blocks that I had knelt on beside the back step as I entered the house.

Lubnā said,

“Who were you talking to?”

I told her that Ħamīdah was shagging some tennis balls and we spoke just before she called me.

A shadow swept across Lubnā’s face before she said,

“Hurry with your shower. Don’t want lunch to get cold.”

Did she glance at my shorts and see my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund standing at attention?

I went up the stairs two at a time and hit the shower.

I wanted to take my time and relieve my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, but that would have to wait till I had the proper amount of time I needed to re-live this last encounter with Ħamīdah.

After drying, I slipped on a tee shirt and nylon running shorts.

Didn’t immediately see my flip-flops, so I went back down stairs bare foot.

When I came into the kitchen, Lubnā was standing at the kitchen sink with her hands on spread on each side of her and her head canted slightly to the right.

Lubnā was at least 6 inches shorter than Ħamīdah, who was probably about 5 foot 2 inches tall.

I slipped up behind her, quietly, placed my lips near her neck, and said, “Hi! Gorgeous. What are you thinking about?”

She shuddered and leaned back against me wiggling her tight Musalmān ass against the front of my shorts.

She always tried to seduce me either this way or that.

My lips came in contact with her neck, and I could feel the goose flesh pop up, so I kissed her and slid my lips to her ear.

She took my hands, which I had placed on each side of her, and brought them up to her breasts.

I started to pull away, but she held them firmly in place and forced me to squeeze them gently with her hands.

My ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was back at attention and pressing between Lubnā’s Panjvaqtah Namāzī Saåūdī Årab Wahābī Musalmān ass cheeks as she ground her beautiful Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān ass against me in a circular motion.

Soon my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund was sawing up and down her gorgeous Musalmān ass crack and my hands were squeezing her large, firm breasts with abandon.

She reached down, pulled her skirt above my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund, and then tugged my shorts down enough so his head would rub against her panties.

In a low, guttural voice, she said,

“Yes! Fuck me Durgesh. Fuck me hard.”

On one of my pullbacks, my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund slid between Lubnā’s legs and she spread them to welcome him.

It did take either of us more than countless strokes before we both came like crazy.

I squirted inside her as I felt her hot Panjvaqtah Namāzī Musalmān cum wash over my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund .

Lubnā sagged against me and meowed a very contented purr as I kissed her neck with my open mouth.

Like a flash of lightning, Lubnā stood up straight and pushed me back with her butt before pulling her skirt down.

She turned in my arms, and said,

“Get over there and eat your lunch, ever young Hindu man!”

A look was on her face that I had not seen since before her husband was killed.

She reserved a stern, flint hard expression for me when I committed the most grievous crime around the house.

I looked deep into her flinty eyes and she said,

“Pull up your shorts and get over there and eat! NOW!”

I walked, on wooden legs, to the breakfast nook, slid in, and looked down at my plate.

What the hell just happened?

What did we just do?

Why did it happen?

I only did what she wanted, why was she yelling at me?

I could have been eating barbed wire for all I knew.

My mind was replaying every step of the last.

How long?

She is my Lubnā. I love her without condition.

I know she loves me, but Lubnās and Durgeshs don’t do that.

No!

They do!

Every Lubnā and Durgesh do it now everywhere.

Even if some Lubnā’s husband, some Al Ħamīd comes in the way, he is removed by the System now, this way or that way.

It’s Infinite BrāhmKalp now.

No Musalmān could have sex now even with a Musalmān woman.

No Brāhmañ could have sex with a Brahmāñī or Brahmkanyā.

A Musalmān Choot could have only an Uncut Hindu Lund inside her.

A Brāhmañ Choot could enjoy only a Bachhalyā Lund into her.

Or, so they claimed.

Lubnā was only twenty-eight years old now, yet she was a widow and I had to fuck her now.

What triggered it?

I know I was horny from my encounter with Ħamīdah, but Lubnā?

She had not been out of the house since Lubnā gave her that red evening dress the year after her husband died, and they all went to the club.

Next morning, she made me take the dress back to Lubnā.

I guess Lubnā was horny too.

Too much pent up desires.

After all, she had devoted her life to me after her husband was killed. Scouts, PTA, Soccer, Football, Debate class.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār began to read this morning’s edition of HVSI Times.

She had taken it from a pile at the foyer entrance to the newsroom.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār wondered appreciating it immensely how I manage to serve mostly only positive news to my readers, viewers and audiences and could still manage to be number One.

Most of the news channels and newspapers never believed they could even survive if they didn’t serve negative news tremendously.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār skipped the SARC news and other foreign dispatches, skimmed, scanned the national news from New Delhi and concerned on the metropolitan news.

The attraction playing in Ved Nagar, it appeared, was development everywhere, mainly smart cities, seaplanes and Bullet trains.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār had become engrossed in this seemingly endless parade of the pleasure.

She felt a hand on her shoulder.

She heard her before she saw her.

“Ms. Nellie Bly, I presume?” Her voice carried a lilt of immense appreciation.*

Al Jihad Al Vaqār’s head came back.

She looked up as Bābarah Åālamgīr added.

“I’m Bābarah Åālamgīr, at your service, ma’am.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār scrambled to her feet.

She was somewhat surprised and disconcerted, unsettled, by Bābarah Åālamgīr’s immensely good looks.

She had expected HVSI Times’ best investigative reporter to resemble an aggressive ferret or a mole.

Instead, Bābarah Åālamgīr resembled an aging collegian that could easily win any damn beauty contest with excellence.

Bābarah Åālamgīr had gray eyes, absolutely marvelous gray eyes meant to take any woman immensely jealous of her and any worthy young man crazy to get her.

Moreover, as so many investigative reporters did, Bābarah Åālamgīr didn’t smell any breath spray.

“I’m Al Jihad Al Vaqār – an intimate friend of your employer, Durgesh.” Al Jihad Al Vaqār introduced herself.

“I work for HVSI Times,” Bābarah Åālamgīr corrected Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “Durgesh doesn’t own HVSI. He is its lifelong Chairman only.”

“Yeah. HVSI is a democratic organization spread almost everywhere.”

“That’s right.”

We walked Al Jihad Al Vaqār about the endless newsroom, introducing her to a blur of receptive editors and reporters, mostly young Musalmān ladies, as Bābarah Åālamgīr tried to explain the organization of the newsroom.

Very little of what Bābarah Åālamgīr said was new to Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

It was similar to the organization of her own newspaper, only there was more of it, very very much more.

I pointed out the location of the desks of the metropolitan editors, national editors, foreign editors, and the partitioned offices holding the sports desks, financial desks, culture desks.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār lingered with Bābarah Åālamgīr and me beside the copydesks, formed in the shape of a horseshoe.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār watched editors, most of them being extraordinarily beautiful Musalmān young ladies, sorting publicity releases and going through folders containing leads to future news events.

Al Jihad Al Vaqār followed Bābarah Åālamgīr and me into the wire room where several teleprinters pounded out news from around the Multiverse.

Most of this was from the HVSI Times’ own special correspondents, the rest of them were HVSI Press, news agency, PTI and other similar news agencies’ sources.

The flood of words pouring in dazed Al Jihad Al Vaqār.

“How many words come in here every day?” she wondered.

I looked at her,

“You mean just on the wires? Or from our local reporters, police headquarters, City hall, and in general?”

“From everywhere.”

“About a million and three quarters words every twenty four hours. We print about 150, 000 of those words.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār groaned.

“How’ll a reporter ever get a word in edgewise?”

“It’s not how much a reporter gets in,” I told Al Jihad Al Vaqār, “If s/he makes it as an investigative reporter, her/his words will get in, plenty of them.”

Al Jihad Al Vaqār trailed us through one department and office after another – advertising with its staff of 500, the morgue with its rows of clipping files, the reference library with its thousands of books, the picture editor’s offices and finally the composing room.

Each story came out there in computerized strips that were cut up, pasted onto boards, converted into plates that were photographed electronically.*

Lubnā came back from upstairs dressed in a cotton, print house dress that clung to her every curve without meaning to do that.

She did not speak or look at me, just slid into her place and began eating.

My mind spun like a wooden top.

When the last scrap on my plate was gone, I could not remember what I had just eaten.

I turned to Lubnā, whose face was down and said,

“When you are finished cleaning up, I want to talk to you in the living room.”

She did not look up or acknowledge that I had spoken.

I went to the living room and sat on the couch thinking about what I would say to Lubnā.

I went round and round and most everything sounded more like my ceaselessly unyielding, ever impulsive, sixty-Six years old, ultimate skilled, matchless, extreme manifest Uncut Hindu Lund talking than me.

I was going over everything for the 20th time when Lubnā came in.

She started to sit in the chair across the room, when I got up and guided her to the couch.

I sat her next to me and she burst into tears.

I pulled her to me, and could feel her sobbing and my tee shirt got wet from her tears.

I stroked her back in the best soothing motions I could manage while my mind boiled over with all the thoughts and emotions that I could manage. As her sobs subsided, I whispered into her hair,

“I love you with all my heart, Lubnā.”

This brought on another avalanche of sobs.

I patted her for a few minutes and then pulled her chin up and kissed her firmly on the lips.

Her eyes popped wide open, she pushed me back and said,

“Durgesh! This is wrong. I am your Bahū Bégum.”

I held her gaze steadily and said,

“No Lubnā. What is wrong is that both of us are living under this roof and we are both completely in need of sex. You need it even more than me. That’s why you never listened to me when I opposed it myself.”

“I’m sorry to suck you when you were asleep.”

“You didn’t only suck me you fucked me too wildly after sucking me.”

“You could have stopped me. You were never asleep. You were only pretending to be.”

“I didn’t want to insult you. I never insult a woman if she offers herself to me.”

“Why not?”

Chapter 23

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